The Consort is Sick, We Must Pamper Her

In the blink of an eye, it’s New Year’s Eve. Chu Yue also earned more than three hundred taels of silver, and asked this dude: "You don't need to go back to celebrate the New Year?"

"I went out with anger, what do I do when I go back?" Kunpeng said, and then asked Chu Yue: "What about you? Don't you need to go back to your husband's house?"

Even if it’s a widow, it’s a husband’s family for life, but a ghost for death.

"I was driven out, how could I go back." Chu Yue waved his hand.

"Well, do you still continue?" Little Brother Kunpeng said.

"Continue." Chu Yue nodded.

How can we not continue with the money coming so fast? She couldn't get through the hard times, so she had to live comfortably.

However, since the last time I picked up money, Chu Yue hasn't let Hupo pick it up again. Save it first, and next time you save a piece and pick it up together.

So in the next time, Chu Yue will go into the sea with Brother Kunpeng.

Because it's so fun, several gambling houses can be exchanged for a hundred or two silver every night, so Chu Yue is reluctant to think about it.

Just put the Tang Seng meat that he was thinking of, behind his head.

In the palace.

The New Year’s Eve dinner, it was naturally extremely lively.

Although the new emperor's harem has not been filled by a large margin, there are quite a lot of those who lurked into the palace, as well as those promoted by the empresses later.

But now their emperor is cultivating for the foundation of the Dafeng Dynasty, so they are not close enough.

In fact, there were those who had the courage to make chance encounters, but their emperors frowned so hard that they didn't even have a word of extra. The one who made the chance encounters was put on hold, causing the concubines in the harem to laugh. .

Emperor Sheng Ming ignored these. He was a little worried about the little widow of Shangqing. He returned to the palace after she was angry with him. Her temper is almost always going to be troublesome.

Emperor Sheng Ming was a little helpless, but ordered people to prepare the best bird's nest, silk and other jewelry.

He called in to seal his father-in-law and said, "You send it to Yue'er, and I will go back after a few days."

"Yes." Feng Gonggong said nothing in his heart.

How can this widow be able to win such kindness from the master's son, it seems that this time he has to mention a few words, be wink!

A widow's body can win the master's son Yulu, it is simply an honor that can't be exchanged for the blessings of ten years of cultivation. After returning to the palace, the master's son is still so worried about it, what else do you think?

The father-in-law came over and then realized that the widow had left with the maid in anger.

Father Feng is stunned, okay?

Even when he was in Qian Mansion before, he had never seen such audacious and arrogant people, this...this is really a deadly job!

Even if he wanted to sell the widow, he would not sell it anymore. He had to go back and tell the truth.

He can almost predict how bad the master son's face will be!

Sure enough, Emperor Sheng Ming, who wanted to hear a few words from the widow, once heard this, the temperament of the whole person became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The father-in-law was so scared that he didn't want to speak to the widow, but in order not to be implicated, he had to speak and tremblingly said: "The master is not angry. Madam does not know the identity of the master, so she is angry with the master. The master told her to tell her that she was out. She must be thinking that the master deliberately didn't want to see her, so she didn't want her. It was understandable that she went out to relax when she was sad."

"She is a woman, and there is no one around her. Where can she go in this freezing weather?" Emperor Sheng Ming was still angry, but he also suppressed the fire.

This little widow is of no importance to her, and she dared to run around with the maid without knowing the danger outside.

"The minion guesses that it won't go too far. Let's count the days. When Madam she left, it seemed to be the Ice Sculpture Festival in Xiangcheng. The most lively day, maybe Madam was over there." Thoughtful, deal with it before returning, whispered.

"Send someone to find her whereabouts and protect me. If there is a half-miss, I can only ask you!" Emperor Sheng Ming stared at him.

Feng Gong Gongxin said, Master, you really want to spoil that widow.

On the surface, he didn't dare to slacken at all, so he immediately went to the painter to paint the portrait of the widow and the maid next to her, and then asked someone to find someone. When he found it, he immediately responded to the news and reported it as soon as possible!

Because the little widow was disobedient, Emperor Sheng Ming couldn't even read the scriptures anymore. After staying for a while, he came to his father's side.

"Heng'er, come and taste this soup." The old-fashioned Supreme Emperor was obviously happy to see him coming, and raised his hand to greet him.

The Taishang emperor has passed the New Year this year, which is the seventy-one birthday.

Life is rare in the past seventy years. In this age, the Supreme Emperor can live such a long life, I have to say, it is really extremely rare.

He was forty-seven years old, when he was about to fifty, when he gave birth to the nine princes. Because his biological mother was not fortunate enough, he died when he gave birth, so Emperor Sheng Ming was the grand emperor.

He succumbed to the death of a few older brothers who had grown up in front of Emperor Sheng Ming, and a few who hadn't grown up in the back. The throne was passed on to the youngest son naturally. He also grew up in Panlong Palace since he was a child.

Emperor Shengming Qin Heng came to accompany his father to use soup.

"Heng'er, how many small promises should I bring to the past this time?" the emperor asked.

Qin Heng was taken aback for a moment, and then he looked helpless: "Father, my son and minister are in retreat."

"Emperor Father knows, but it’s too hard for you. I don’t know how the old Qintianjian’s retreat and submerged cultivator figured it out. You still have to go to Buddha for three years before the Great Phoenix Dynasty can avoid the three plagues. Six difficulties." The Supreme Emperor said: "Just be sincere. You don't have to embarrass yourself. Bring two of them."

"Father's kindness to the elders of the elders has been accepted, but the elders have no plans. He also wants to go and copy the scriptures soon." Qin Heng said.

"Are you going back soon?" The Supreme Emperor asked when hearing this.

"Children are not filial." Qin Heng sighed softly and knelt down for his father.

"It's all the lord of a country, so why are you kneeling? Since you want to go back, go back, but you have to pass the seventh day of the new year." Said the emperor.

His old man loves this old son the most. He brought him up by himself. How can he not be proud when he sees him grow up from a naughty baby to the way he was in the past?

But he is old and his health is not very good. One day later, he will lose one day.

"Okay." Qin Heng responded.

Then, within a few days, he received the news that the little widow had indeed gone to Xiangcheng and had a good relationship with the little grandpa of the Hengguo Mansion.