"I just feel a little dizzy, I'll get better after a night's sleep. Your Majesty, have you used dinner?"

"Not yet. Fangfei, what do you want to eat? I'll ask someone to prepare immediately."

She shook her head: "I don't want to eat anything, you go and eat first."

Luo Jia sat down beside her, reached out to touch her forehead, but she didn't feel hot. But she was still a little worried: "Fangfei, have you been suffering from the cold?"

"Maybe. I woke up early these days and the wind was strong. I guess I was suffering from cold and I was always nauseous and wanted to vomit."

Disgusting and wanting to vomit? Luo Jia was surprised and happy: "Does there be a stupid thing?"

Is there? What? She touched her pulse and shook her head: "Your Majesty, no."

"How could it be not? You've always been a stupid thing."

"Last time, I didn't expect it, so I didn't pay attention. This time, why didn't I know it yet? I'm also a doctor."

"Are you a quack doctor in this regard?"

She rolled her eyes, and Luo Jia immediately ordered the palace servants who were standing: "You all go out and prepare two cups of desserts, and prepare a few side dishes for me, so it doesn't have to be too complicated."

"Yes, your Majesty."

The palace servant stepped down and Luo Jia hugged her: "Little thing, are you exhausted these days? You have to practice morning again and participate in the sacrificial discussion during the day. How can you bear it if you continue like this? Look, morning practice and sacrificial sacrifice.

You can alleviate the matter for a while... No, you have to persist in morning exercises. Only after a long period of time can your body be better.”

Then, aren’t you still not able to rest?

"Let's do this, Fangfei, you won't help me read the memorial in the past few days. I'll do it myself."

She was lazy and couldn't bear it anymore: "Okay."

The two were chatting and laughing. Luo Jiacao had supper and Fangfei drank some desserts, and felt a little energetic. That night, the two were in peace and harmonious. On the second day, Fangfei did not go to practice in the morning and waited for Luo.

When Ga took the morning court, he got up.

Luo Jia's robe was replaced yesterday and placed on the clothes hanger. Today, the palace maid was about to pick it up. She walked over, took off the cloak, shook it, and a piece of flower paper fell off.

She picked it up and saw that it was a fragrant flower note that only women from the Southern Dynasty would use. It was very expensive, indicating that it was the identity of a noble woman. The flower note was also a woman's handwriting, and a few very lingering words:

The sea water dreams are long, and you are sad, and I am sad. The south wind knows my intentions and blows my dreams to the West.

Who gave something to him? His Majesty actually carried it? Look at the paper, it was placed in a cloak, and the creases were still fresh. Who else would give something like His Majesty in this palace?

His Majesty actually took it all the time and brought it back to Lizheng Hall.

She felt like someone was kicked hard in her heart. She sat down slowly and looked carefully with the flower note. It was not Zhang Jieyu, but she knew Zhang Jieyu's handwriting; in addition, there was no such talent in the palace.

It's a woman.

Suddenly, I remembered that in the spoken language of the Southern Dynasty, the red lotus is the lotus. Isn’t this what Xiaohe gave to Your Majesty? This Xizhou song is a folk song from the Southern Dynasty. What did she give to Your Majesty this folk song?

What is your Majesty’s return?

She silently folded the flower papers and put them back as they were.

Yutang.

Yingrong quietly went in: "Empress, Concubine Zhang invites you to drink. I have given you a chance to refuse."

"Okay. I really don't want to have more contact with her."

"We'd better be careful lately. The sacrificial ceremony is coming, and the queen is busy handling all matters. Queen, do you know what this means?"

"What?"

"Sacrifices are grand ceremony, and female relatives were not allowed to intervene. But the queen was able to control everything, which means that His Majesty gave her great power. This is the case for national affairs, let alone the small harem. If we are caught by her again, what kind of handle will we have to be caught by her again?

, At that time, if she really takes action, it will be unfavorable."

Concubine Zuo was shocked: "That slut Xiaohe ran to his Majesty every day to get flirting with his head. If the queen knew about it, wouldn't she blame me? Should we return Xiaohe to Concubine Zhang?"

"No! Zhang Jieyu definitely won't want it. If she wants to take over, wouldn't it mean that Xiaohe is another Xiaolian second generation she has been looking for? She is afraid that the queen will cause trouble for her and will never take over this hot potato."

"What should I do?"

"Open your eyes and close your eyes first. Empress, we have to try to send Xiaohe out of the palace. If the queen really takes action..."

Concubine Zuo Shu was silent: "I have a marriage with the queen, and she may be looking for my handle. What if she holds the handle for her?"

"Miss, don't worry..."

At this time, I heard the shouts from outside: "Empress, I am back."

It was Xiaohe, who was like this every day. He kept being gentle, but after listening to it, it was a great challenge. She was so angry that she opened the door and went out, but when she saw Xiaohe standing with her hands down, she said respectfully: "

What instructions does the Empress have?"

"You don't need you, you go out."

"Xie Niangniang."

The little lotus retreated leisurely.

She worked hard and knew where to meet His Majesty. Since the fall of the Imperial Garden, she had changed directions and allowed the woman who was imitating her to squeeze in.

Concubine Zuo's indulgence on her gave her enough and calm time to carefully plan.

Of course, Zuo Shufei didn't know what she was planning, but she felt strange and disliked her eyes. She stared at her back and wanted to rush up and chop her up.

She angrily said: "Yingrong, I'm suffocating, let's go out for a walk."

"Yes, Empress."

Dusk in the Imperial Garden.

On the first sunny day after spring, the sun shines on the west side and cannot be attached to this cold land. This is a very secluded corner. Zuo Shufei is sulking, so she is unwilling to go to the crowd.
Chapter completed!