Therefore, the subtext of this sentence is - Uncle Guo, please be careful with your mouth and don't talk nonsense in front of Zi'er, otherwise you may have to relive the happiness of sleeping in prison.
The younger sister was wrong, and so was he.
How could this man be a vixen... How can you let the "peerless evildoer" survive by insulting a vixen like this?
This man is clearly a peerless monster who is even more monster than a monster!
[I am the dividing line between the best and the most sinister]
The spring drizzle has been falling for several days, and Huanxiu Villa, located at the intersection of the North and South Canals, was covered in the rain. The Jiangnan-style gardens, carved corridors and painted buildings, and the nine-curved bridge all showed elegance.
In the Jinxiu Pavilion, the silk gauze was hanging low. After Feng Xizi finished grading the memorial that had just been delivered, he raised his eyes and let out a breath. He couldn't help but look at the elegant man sleeping peacefully on the bed behind the silk gauze.
Another seven days have passed since he regained consciousness. Although Mo Zhilan's condition has improved somewhat, he is still very exhausted, coughing from time to time, and occasionally feeling dizzy.
She asked her fourth brother, but he just sneered, replied "I can't die" and stopped coming for consultation.
As for Mo Zhilan, after he woke up, he was even more difficult to take care of than when he was in a coma. As long as he couldn't see her, he would not drink medicine. He would not eat if she did not feed him with her own hands. She had to do everything to dress and wash.
Originally, she had been handling affairs in the study room, but for him, she had to move to Jinxiu Pavilion - spending time together day and night. When he fell asleep, she would look at him quietly, and when he woke up, he would accompany her with a smile on his face.
She had always been cold, as if she was not the one who had risked everything to save him - so their relationship was not peaceful, with occasional bickering and occasional noises, which ultimately ended with him moaning weakly.
The room was quiet, and a whisper came from the Jiuqu Bridge outside the window.
"Is Your Majesty awake?" Fang Ruling asked in a low voice.
"I just went to bed. Your Majesty, your Majesty, is inside." Sudan, who was guarding the door, replied softly.
"I'll go in after His Majesty wakes up. This matter is extraordinary and must be approved by Your Majesty..." Fang Ruling hesitated, turned around and walked back.
"Lord Fang, stay." Feng Xizi's faint words floated out the door, stopping Fang Ruling's steps.
She brushed aside the gauze curtain and covered Mo Zhilan with a brocade quilt gently. After making sure that he was still sleeping, she walked out.
Pushing open the door of Jinxiu Pavilion, she gestured with her eyes to Fang Ruling to follow her. Sudan behind her closed the door to prevent the cold water vapor from intruding into Jinxiu Pavilion.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella drawn with ink and wash, Feng Xizi walked slowly to the fish viewing platform of Jiuqu Bridge and stood facing the wind, with a posture like a pale plum in the snow, beautiful and proud.
She stood in front of the railing, looking at the wind-stained lotus leaves in the pond, and asked softly: "But has the imperial capital changed?"
Fang Ruling first raised his head in shock, and then bowed down to salute with sincerity and sincerity, "Your Majesty, your Majesty is very knowledgeable. I just received an urgent report from Mr. Lan, saying that Empress Duan left secretly and has now entered the imperial capital."
"She ignored the decree and returned to the palace?" The slightly raised tone was a bit cold. She looked at the tumbling lotus leaves and her lips twitched.
"Empress Duan said that it was the empress's decree. Without His Majesty's decree, whether she returns to the palace or not has nothing to do with the empress. Besides, she is the late emperor's main palace, and the empress has no right to order her."
"The late emperor's palace... The late emperor is your majesty's nephew. Even if she is the palace, she is also my subordinate. How dare you speak so brazenly." The jade hand holding the handle of the umbrella was gently pressed, and the tone remained indifferent.