When Li Yi went out, he led a palace servant and came straight to Lizheng Hall.

He was a foreign minister. Although the rules of the northern country were not so strict, he could not enter. He could only stop and wait in the room where he met the foreign guests. The palace servant informed him, and after a while, he saw Fangfei strode out.

From afar, I saw that the woman in Beiwudang's old clothed and robe had already changed her appearance, wearing dignified and luxurious empress's court uniform, phoenix chasing golden hairpin, and seven or eight palace maids followed behind her.

Since His Majesty entered Beiwudang, he had only spoken to Fangfei once, and that time made Fangfei furious. He was excited and immediately knelt down: "My minister Li Yi met the queen."

Fangfei suddenly saw her old friend and was very happy, but she didn't show it too much, just said: "Li Yi, get up quickly."

Li Yi stood up, lowered his head, but couldn't help but look up at her again, and then asked, "Empress, can everything be fine after returning to the palace?"

OK? Or not?

Fangfei remembered the furious moment she was at him and was slightly lost, but she didn't answer his question.

Li Yi felt even more uneasy when she saw that she didn't answer. Wasn't it good after returning to the palace? Your Majesty, his old illness recurred?

"Empress, you don't look very good!"

So obvious? Even outsiders can see it? These days, whenever I think of the song "Xizhou Song", I am like a person who is gradually despairing, knowing it in my heart. Your Majesty, one day I will be hooked by Xiaohe or other beauties

Go away the soul.

Beauty is in sight, swaying in front of you, and it is reasonable and legal. Which man can always maintain such concentration? At this time, Your Majesty is still just appreciating or pitying. What about the future? What about passing by your passion? Or there is another Yihun type

What should I do if the bastard fanned the flames?

At that time, he was justified.

I tried to stop him, so that he would have only one woman in the second half of his life. In such a society and environment, he would be really trapped in a mantis arm and would soon be overwhelmed by a huge torrent of history.

Then, she wondered whether her posthumous title after her death would be the word "jealous"? Jealous Queen? Strong Queen?
Chapter completed!