&1t;>Feng Huali felt a chill on his spine, but now the man not far away was still smiling, as if all this was not worth mentioning. But those pains seemed to be still remembered clearly yesterday. The lives and injuries of so many people were all just because of his plan.

Perhaps for the emperor, everyone's lives are as lowly as mud, so you can let them mercy. Feng Huali looked at Yan Yu's back and felt a sense of fear that he had never felt before and hatred that could not see the end.

Feng Huali walked back to the palace, where there were already many servants waiting, such as Class 8 Linglong porridge and shrimp soup, all of which were exquisite and pleasing to the eye. But Feng Huali had no appetite for these things that were particularly happy to eat on weekdays.

After a while, Su San rushed over. Seeing Feng Huali's face full of sorrow, he immediately sent someone to rub her shoulders and massage her. At the same time, he kept asking Feng Huali whether she needed to eat fruits. It was very appropriate. Feng Huali was so rude to them and mercied her, but she had no idea where she had drifted.

Since all this was planned by the emperor, why did he come to save himself, why did he stay in his palace and let his servants treat her so well? Is it just to make up for the guilt in his heart, because he killed so many innocent people, so he wanted to make up for it?

Feng Huali felt a little ridiculous. Since they had already done that kind of thing, what's the use of doing these things now? At this time, Su San said in her ear: "Sir, do you need to take a medicinal bath?"

Feng Huali had closed his eyes and did not respond. So Su San asked him several times. Feng Huali came to his senses and felt depressed. He threw away the maids who were massaged by him and shouted loudly: "Get out."

Those people did something wrong, so they knelt down and asked for her forgiveness. Feng Huali glanced at them. All these blessings were rewarded by the emperor, and their life and death were actually between the emperor's joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

"You don't have to serve me anymore in the future." After thinking about it, these servants are innocent, so Feng Huali's tone softened a lot. She shook her head and said softly, "I will move back to Dongfu Palace today."

"What?" Su San was shocked. The emperor told him that Lord Feng would stay here for at least one month. Besides, her injuries have not healed yet and her arms cannot be moved freely. What if the emperor blames him? Su San quickly said: "What's wrong with Lord Feng? Do you dislike the slaves for not being good enough? Or do you have any servants offended you?"

"No, it's not your business." Feng Huali opened his red lips lightly, but the sound was buried among the crowd of chirping cries.

The servants followed Su San together, constantly wiping their tears, and said in a crying voice: "If the lord just left like this, I will not have any good results..."

Feng Huali glanced at them. Feng Huali treated these servants well these days, and basically they could get together. In addition, Feng Huali has always been soft-hearted and can't speak at this moment. If he really left like this, according to the emperor's temperament, these people might be punished like this.

Seeing her hesitation, Su San quickly stepped forward and took her hand and sat down again. He patted her shoulder beside her, and advised with kind words: "Sir, what happened? If you have any worries, you can tell the servants."

If they were told, they would be so scared that they wouldn't dare to listen. After all, here, I'm afraid no one dared to openly say bad things about the emperor. Feng Huali glanced at the servants with sincere faces and smiled faintly: "It's okay, I just miss my mother, I don't know how she is."

Su San sighed. Since Feng Huali lived here, he had to ask Su Nianyun about his situation every day. Even if he couldn't get out of bed, he still looked at various medical skills and wanted to find a way to cure Su Nianyun. Su Nianyun said with some distress: "Sir, don't worry, sir. The Prime Minister's wife is guarding the imperial physician, and whenever there is a situation, someone will come to report it. The emperor also sent someone to study it. Once any method is found, he would tell him. He doesn't have to read so many medical books, so he can save his fatigue."

Of course, I still have to read medical books. After all, the sooner this matter is resolved, the better, so she can do her best. But the emperor arranged it too carefully. Not only did this matter, but when he knew the use of Fang Renhua, he personally asked someone to prepare medicine for Su Nianyun.

But the more detailed he arranged the more complicated Feng Huali was in his heart. It was obvious that the emperor could do that, and Feng Huali knew even more about what kind of person he was. But now he treated himself so well that Feng Huali couldn't even hate him.

"Why did he treat me like this..." Feng Huali murmured. She had been in a state of consciousness for a long time, so Su San was about to help her lie down. After all, it was still snowing outside, and it would be bad if it caught a cold later. Before Feng Huali could cover her with a quilt, she raised her hand to block Su San.

Feng Huali pushed Su San's hand away, then stood up, glanced at the thick quilt on the bed, and said, "Can you find a room next to me for living?"

"this……"

Seeing Su San's hesitation, Feng Huali knew that there was no hope, so he didn't intend to make things difficult for him. Feng Huali glanced at the spacious bedroom, and there was a long and wide stool beside him. Feng Huali touched the wooden board, and the surface was quite smooth.

Feng Huali picked up his quilt and moved it to the stool under the surprised gaze of everyone. The stool was wide and long, but it was just right when he rushed over. Feng Huali turned around and forgot about half of the empty bed. He was about to get into the quilt, but Su San stopped him.

"Sir, what are you doing?" Su San shouted, "The weather is so cold this time. What should you do if you sleep here and get cold at night?"

Feng Huali glared at him. Sleeping here was the limit she could tolerate. Now, it was impossible for her to return to that bed: "My heart is determined. If you stop me again, I will move back to Dongfu Palace."

"This..." Su San persuaded her for a long time, but Feng Huali insisted unstoppable. Su San gave up the idea of ​​letting her return to the bed. As long as she helped her up, she found two or three quilts from the cabinet to add to Feng Huali, for fear that she would catch a cold.

In this way, Feng Huali, who had not taken any food, had no medicine, and even had no medicine on her body, lay in the quilt. Feng Huali turned around, closed her eyes, and pressed her fingers against the wall, and refused to move no matter how the servants behind her persuaded her.

Feng Huali just needs time to think about some things carefully. Just like that, Feng Huali fell asleep unconsciously.

It was not until late at night that Yan Yu came back. The lights were turned off in the bedroom, and Su San was walking beside him with a lantern. When he walked to the bed, he saw that it was half empty. Yan Yu stopped and frowned slightly: "Where are she?"

Su San pursed his lips, and was indeed asked about this question. He pointed at Feng Huali, who was sleeping beside him, with a quilt covered with two layers of quilts on his body, and said softly: "Mr. Feng came back today and clamored to go back to Dongfu Palace. The servants persuaded him to persuade him, but he insisted on sleeping here, but he refused to go back to the bed."

Yan Yu raised his eyebrows, thinking that she suddenly remembered to avoid suspicion. But she hadn't said anything for the past half month. She had thought she didn't care about these things before, but she didn't expect that she was just like other women.

The servants brought a bowl of hot soup. Yan Yu had just walked outside for a long time and could warm up his body. Yan Yu took off the snow-covered cloak and handed it to the people around him. Then the servants lit the oil lamp beside the windowsill, and the house suddenly became bright.

After drinking a bowl of hot soup, Yan Yu turned his head and looked at Feng Huali. She faced the wall and wrapped the quilt tightly. Yan Yu looked at it for a while, but saw that the thick quilt was trembling slightly.

Seeing something wrong, Yan Yu asked, "When did she sleep?"

"Go back to the emperor, I went to bed in the evening."

Yan Yu asked again and found out that she had not changed her medicine today and had no medicine bath to take. Yan Yu frowned deeper and deeper. He walked to Feng Huali and gently pushed the quilt wrapped like a cicada pupa.

But after waiting for a while, the man still didn't react at all. Su San hurriedly followed him and called out two adults, but she slept very heavily and had no intention of waking up.

Feng Huali slept very lightly on weekdays, and she would wake up quickly if she had any movement. Every time Yan Yu came back, she would open her eyes and just fall asleep after seeing that it was her. Yan Yu immediately grabbed Feng Huali and turned her over.

"cough……"

With a faint coughing sound, Feng Huali's face turned red, and the silk on her forehead was dyed soaked by sweat. She trembled slightly. Although she coughed twice from time to time, Su San called her twice again, but she still had no intention of waking up. It seemed that she had fallen into a coma.

"Transfer to the Imperial Doctor quickly." Yan Yu whispered, but his tone was in a panic.

Yan Yu and his servants helped her up together. Her whole body was burnt and she had a lot of cold sweat. Feng Huali opened her mouth slightly, her head kept shaking, and there was a look of horror on her face, as if she had dreamed of something terrifying.

After a while, the imperial physician rushed up. Yan Yu was about to put her down and let the imperial physician take her pulse. However, Feng Huali suddenly reached out and grabbed Yan Yu's clothes and said softly: "Don't... don't leave me..."

Feng Huali frowned very deeply. Even though he was already unconscious, the expression of insecure was clearly heard. Feng Huali's hand holding the clothes trembled slightly, and he was very weak, just pushing it away gently.
Chapter completed!