Standing at the main hall.

Seeing His Majesty come back angrily, Fangfei quickly came forward and said softly: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Luo Jia threw a bunch of memorials on the table: "It's against you, these people are really against you..."

Fangfei picked it up and looked at it, and her face suddenly changed. In the past half month, there have been continuous violent deaths in Pingcheng, and all of them were targeted at the Southern Dynasty. It was obviously a planned and organized murder, deliberately creating terror in the whole city.

She read all the memorials, then put them down, walked over, stood behind Luo Jia, and smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, I will give you acupuncture first..."

"I have no mind now."

"Ha, your majesty, it's very comfortable. Lying down and closing your eyes."

Her soft hands were placed around his waist, and she hugged his waist and pressed her face against his shoulders: "Your Majesty, go, listen to me..."

Luo Jia had no choice but to lie down on the collapse.

After acupuncture and massage, Luo Jia gradually immersed in the familiar smell of mugwort, and his mood slowly calmed down. Fangfei touched his shoulders and found that his body was soft and relaxed. Then he slowly said: "Your Majesty, maybe they will act on a large scale in the next few days."

"Fangfei, what do you think?"
Chapter completed!