Chapter 811 The rebels attack the country_finish.

After Song Zhao had just slept for more than an hour, the bell came in and rushed up.

Today is the birthday of the 1st rank and above in the Great Grand Chao, officials and their families must come to the palace to pay their respects early.

Si Yu lost control last night. Seeing Song Zhao's tired and sleepy look, he couldn't bear to tell her to wake up early, so he hugged her and continued to sleep.

He slept until noon before Song Zhao slowly opened his eyes.

The fatigue of her body was wiped out, but the sunlight projected on the pearl curtain at noon made her scalp tighten.

"Why don't you call me when you wake up?"

Si Yu half leaned against the head of the bed and looked through the account book, and his whole body was already neatly dressed.

Hearing this, Mo Hei raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned over and kissed Song Zhao on the forehead, quite confident, "It's already late. It's a dinner for the Wanbao Festival. Let's have lunch first before entering the palace."

Song Zhao thought about it, too.

The couple gave up until almost afternoon before they left the palace.

At the same time.

The Wanbao Festival is held in the palace as usual, and the officials who attended the banquet led their families to the Golden Palace to pay their respects.

Emperor Yuan Chun's physical condition is getting worse and worse, and he can't even stand for a long time.

After insisting on the morning court today, I hurried to take another pill and locked myself in the alchemy room, which was called "retreatment practice."

This is the basic operation of Emperor Yuan Chun recently.

The officials who came to pay their respects did not even look at the emperor's face. They hurriedly invited An, and were sent out in a confused manner.

The elders were determined to persuade Emperor Yuan Chun to use medicine to treat the disease normally, but Emperor Yuan Chun scolded him.

When Emperor Yuan Chun was "cultivating in seclusion", he only felt assured that his beloved Furong was staying outside.

She wore the imperial concubine's palace outfit and gently politely politely to comfort the ministers, "My ministers first move to the palace for tea. If you have any words, you can wait until the dinner to talk to the emperor."

The older Emperor Yuan Chun became, the more stubborn he became. He only recognized the path of cultivation to become an immortal. Only Furong could say a few words in Emperor Yuan Chun’s ear.

The ministers often rely on Furong to pass messages to Emperor Yuanchun, so they still respect Furong very much.

The ministers left the Golden Palace one by one.

The second prince walked at the end, looking at Furong with a gentle and jade-like expression, "I have to worry about the concubine, pay more attention to my father's body."

Furong met the second prince's clear and bright eyebrows, folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and nodded humbly, "The second prince is so serious, this is my duty."

The second prince smiled as elegant as the breeze during the day, and murmured with a little emotion, "With the imperial concubine here, I will feel relieved.

My father is older and the Imperial Concubine is a few times, so it is the Emperor who takes care of the Imperial Concubine. Now, thank you so much for the Imperial Concubine.”

Furong paused on the corner of her lips.

Although she is a concubine, she is now the imperial concubine who holds half of the phoenix seal. Judging from her identity, she is half of the nominal mother of the second prince.

According to the rules, the second prince should respect her, but she felt the smell of pity.

A little ambiguous.

Furong's smile on her face slightly calmed down, and she stared at the second prince with thoughtfulness, and lowered her head as if she was a little shy.

The second prince still smiled warmly, looked at Furong deeply, turned around and walked out.
Chapter completed!