After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. These days, the maple leaves in the yard are getting more and more accumulated, and Caixin and Caiyu are cleaning more and more frequently, but they can't stand the leaves falling on the ground as soon as they swept past.

Feng Huali couldn't stand it, so she told them not to worry about it anymore. In fact, it was not inconsistent with the fallen leaves in the yard, and it was quite beautiful. Feng Huali stood at the gate of Dongfu Palace, and the autumn wind was a little cool. Only then did she truly realize that autumn was coming, and it was already September, so royal hunting was also coming.

As soon as the hot summer ended, she was about to be tripped by the cumbersome royal hunting. Yan Yu must have tried his best to come and mobilize Feng Huali, handing over two cars of clothes of all sizes to Feng Huali's palace, saying that she was asking her to pick some clothes for the royal hunting.

The royal hunting lasts only seven days at most, but the large number of clothes are enough to wear for a winter. Feng Huali picked the clothes from left to right, and all of them were black. There were rare few different ones, but they were plain.

The patterns are basically the same. Feng Huali compared them for a long time before she could tell the difference between these clothes. Feng Huali also realized that he had misunderstood before thinking that Yan Yu never changed his clothes. It was obvious that he could see the difference no matter how he changed it.

In order to prevent Yan Yu from being dissatisfied, Feng Huali tried to choose something different from each piece. He picked twelve pieces and sent them back.

But this is not enough. Today I put some clothes on, and another day I put a lot of copybooks, saying that I wanted to pick the best one to take away. If I choose something that is not good, I will pick it up again. All these paintings were written by the emperor. Feng Huali was cautious and was almost vomiting when he picked it.

Then there are paper, ink, pen, ink, bow, arrow, long sword, and jade rings. There is nothing that Yan Yu could not do, only Feng Huali could not imagine. Although there is no need to make medicinal food these days, just staying in Dongfu Palace to choose all kinds of things, Feng Huali was about to spit out a mouthful of blood.

OK, after all, he was the emperor, and Feng Huali could not bear it for Rong Suzhi's great cause of alliance. But when Su San dragged a cart of loud decorations and said that he was choosing decorations for the emperor's accompanying maids, Feng Huali could no longer bear it.

After all, she was a fourth-rank female official, but she actually chose the ornament of this maid. Feng Huali kicked over the carriage. This time, no matter what Yan Yu said, she would not do it. If she continued to pick it like this, she would either be glaucoma or cataracts. No matter how bad she was, she would have died of overwork.

Su Sanke was counting on Feng Hualien's concubine to the future, so he naturally did not dare to blame her, so he immediately led someone back to report the situation to the emperor: "Mr. Feng has a lot of fire, and a car of decorations have been sprinkled on the ground. She said she will never do these messy things again."

Yan Yu chuckled. These days he tried every means to make things difficult for her. She did everything she could do well. She thought she was really so obedient. It turned out to be the same as before. Yan Yu waved and said, "Let her rest for a few days. You don't have to do anything in these days. When the royal hunting day comes to Jingyue Palace to find me."

"It's true, the emperor said so?" When Su San conveyed this instruction to Feng Huali, Feng Huali suspected that something was wrong with his ears. The emperor not only did not double the punishment, but instead gave him a few more days of rest. Isn't this too fantasy?

Su San nodded vigorously, and his eyes looked at Feng Huali could not hide his smile. After all, he was the emperor's woman, and the emperor still felt sorry for him.

"There are such good things..." Feng Huali murmured in a low voice, but he felt it was not worth it in a moment. Since it was so easy, there was no need to do these strange things. If he had become more angry, wouldn't he have no need to do it long ago?

Without even thinking about so much, Feng Huali has been tired for so many days, so he went back to his room to have a good night's sleep. Time flies, and time is like an arrow. Feng Huali only feels that seven days have passed in one sleep.

She has been having a very uncomfortable life these days, and no one cares about her. But unfortunately, the wonderful time has ended today. Feng Huali was sitting on the chair, and Yue Di was combing her hair. It was not dawn outside. I really don’t know what the emperor asked her to go to Jingyue Palace during Maoshi.

After washing up, Feng Huali went out. The autumn morning was always a little cool. Yue Di put on a fox fur windbreaker. The journey from Jingyue Palace is not far from Jingyue Palace. Feng Huali arrived soon. The lights had been lit in Jingyue Palace at this time, and there were maids and slaves busying themselves. It seemed that they were preparing for today's hunting ground.

Under Su San's leadership, Feng Huali arrived at the emperor's bedroom. The light inside was dim, and Yue Di and Su San had to wait outside. Although Feng Huali had doubts, he still walked in.

There was a very large bed inside, and a curtain was hung on it. Feng Huali touched the texture of the curtain. It was indeed the bed where the emperor slept. Even the fabric of the curtain was first-class. Feng Huali walked in a little more and saw Yan Yu lying on the bed, breathing evenly.

Haven't gotten up yet? So what should I do? When Feng Huali was confused, Yan Yu sat up. He lifted the curtain and walked step by step to Feng Huali. I wondered if it was because of the light here, Feng Huali's heart couldn't help but jump very fast.

Yan Yu was wearing a fur coat, which was very loose, and the man's chest was almost completely exposed in front of Feng Huali's eyes. Although he accidentally touched it last time, Feng Huali still blushed when he saw the strong muscles on the spot.

It seems that the only advantage of the emperor is his figure. He looks thin and undressed. Feng Huali's face became redder, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Have you seen enough?" Yan Yu said coldly when he saw her standing stupidly for a long time.

Yan Yu's voice wiped out all Feng Huali's thoughts like a bucket of cold water. Feng Huali hurriedly said, "I've seen enough... no no no... I'm not watching at all..."

"Change me." Yan Yu didn't care whether she was watching, and walked to the bed and picked up the clothes she wanted to wear and went to Feng Huali's hand, saying in a commanding tone.

"I?"

Yan Yu asked back: "Isn't you who you are? Are there anyone else here?"

No matter what, I still have to have this kind of backbone. I am a fourth-rank female official, not a slave. So Feng Huali strengthened himself, straightened his back and said, "Your Majesty, I am a female official in medicinal food, not a slave..."

"Yes, I have forgotten that you are not a personal slave. This is not your duty?" Yan Yu knew that she would not agree easily, but he had ten thousand ways to make Feng Hua obey his orders.

Feng Huali nodded, thinking about when the emperor would have such an understanding side. What he said next made Feng Huali understand that she had thought too much about everything, and the emperor never forgot to take revenge on himself.

Yan Yu said lightly: "From now to the end of the royal hunting, you will be my personal slave."

"What? So hasty?" Feng Huali opened his eyes wide, and he was content with himself and did not make any mistakes. How could he be demoted if he was demoted? The former is a fourth-grade female official, while the latter is a personal slave who does not have a grade. The difference is too big.

"Do you remember that I asked you to choose my personal servant's accessories? My personal servant has no good looks, so I can't take her away." Yan Yu said with confidence, "You are pretty and can barely be my personal servant. Besides, you will continue to be your female medical officer after returning to the palace, and it's okay."

He smiled very happily when he said "No serious injury". Feng Huali really wanted to pinch his neck and ask him how he was not seriously injured. Sure enough, he said that he was so happy when he asked him to rest a few days ago. It turned out that he was just waiting for this day. Feng Huali took a deep breath, and thousands of words turned into a word: "Yes."

Feng Huali picked up his clothes and looked up and down, with a sense of disgust in his eyes. Feng Huali reluctantly put on his clothes, either this one or the other. Feng Huali was like tearing down the east wall and repairing the west wall.

Just wearing a dress, Feng Huali was exhausted and sweating. Yan Yu looked at it for a long time before he couldn't take it down at noon and said, "You have to take off my fur coat first."

"Take off your clothes?" Feng Huali was shocked. It was obvious that his fur was empty. She raised her head, but was facing Yan Yu's cold eyes. In desperation, Feng Huali had to do what she wanted.

Anyway, other close maids do this, which is some of the emperor's strange habits. Feng Huali complained while taking off his fur clothes, and his body with a strong and tender muscles inside were exposed in front of Feng Huali.

Can't see, can't see, Amitabha, Amitabha... Feng Huali closed his eyes, changed his clothes in two seconds, and finally let out a long sigh of relief as if he was relieved.

The carriage was already waiting outside. As Yan Yu's new personal maid, Feng Huali and Yan Yu were on the same carriage. It has to be said that the emperor's treatment is good. There are ten people in the carriage, but at this moment, only Feng Huali and Yan Yu were seated. In order not to be infected by the atmosphere of his iceberg, Feng Huali sat down next to the door to stay away from him.

When Liang Fei saw this scene, it was even more serious than the news that the sky had collapsed. Liang Fei was sitting in a small carriage, and she had to squeeze with Concubine Li and two servants, which was really not a good feeling. This made her feel even more invulnerable to seeing Feng Huali and the emperor get on the carriage together.

"Empress, the people around the emperor said that Lord Feng has temporarily surrendered to the emperor's personal maid these days, so he sat in the same carriage." Liang Fei's personal maid explained.

"Hmph, it must be that vixen seducing the emperor." Concubine Liang couldn't listen to any persuasion at this time. She couldn't swallow her breath, so she raised her foot and walked towards the emperor's carriage without caring about someone stopping her. Even Feng Huali could sit with the emperor, why can't she do it?
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