The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

Song Zhao just fell asleep for more than an hour when the bell came in tremblingly and woke it up.

Today is the Longevity Day, and the officials and their families of the first rank and above in the Dasheng Dynasty have to enter the palace early to pay their respects.

Si Yu lost control last night, and now seeing Song Zhao's exhausted sleepiness, he couldn't bear to wake her up early, so he hugged her and continued to sleep.

After sleeping until noon, Song Zhaocai slowly opened his eyes.

The exhaustion of her body was swept away, but the bright shadow of the sun projected on the bead curtain at noon made her scalp tense.

"Why didn't you call me when you woke up?"

Si Yu was leaning halfway on the bedside to look through the ledger, already fully dressed.

Hearing this, Mo He's brows raised slightly, and he leaned over to Song Zhao and kissed her forehead, quite confidently, "It's already late, the Wanshou Festival is a dinner party, let's eat lunch before entering the palace."

Song Zhao thinks about it too.

The couple tossed and tossed on themselves until almost noon before leaving for the palace.

at the same time.

The Longevity Festival was held in the palace as usual, and the officials attending the banquet led their families to the Jinluan Hall to pay their respects first.

Emperor Yuan Chun's physical condition was getting worse day by day, and he couldn't even stand for a long time.

Today, after insisting on the morning court, I hurried to take another elixir, and locked myself in the alchemy room, which is called a closed-door practice.

This is the basic operation of Emperor Yuanchun recently.

The officials who came to greet him didn't even look at the face of the Holy Majesty, they hurriedly greeted them, and were sent out in a daze.

The elders in the pavilion wanted to persuade Emperor Yuan Chun to treat his illness with normal medicine, but he was scolded by Emperor Yuan Chun.

When Emperor Yuan Chun "retired and cultivated", he only assured his beloved Furong to stay outside.

She was dressed in imperial concubine palace attire, and caressed all the ministers with a gentle posture, "Ministers will move to the palace to have tea first, if you have anything to say, you can wait until the dinner to talk with the Holy Majesty."

The older Emperor Yuanchun became, the more stubborn he became. He only recognized the path of cultivating to become an immortal, and only Furong could speak a few words in Emperor Yuanchun's ear.

Ministers often rely on Furong to send messages to Emperor Yuanchun, so they still respect Furong.

The ministers left the Golden Luang Hall one by one.

The second prince walked at the back, looking at Furong with a warm and jade-like look, and his words were sincere, "I still have to trouble the imperial concubine, pay more attention to the body of the emperor."

Fu Rong met the second prince's clear and clear eyebrows, folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and nodded humbly, "Second prince is serious, this is a matter of this palace."

The second prince smiled as elegantly as the breeze and daytime, and murmured with a little emotion, "With the imperial concubine here, I feel relieved.

The imperial father has been older for a few rounds with the imperial concubine and empress, so it should be the imperial father who takes care of the imperial concubine and empress. Now, it's really hard for the imperial concubine. "

The corners of Furong's lips twitched.

Although she is a concubine, she is still the imperial concubine in charge of half of the phoenix seal. From the perspective of her identity, she is the nominal half-mother of the second prince.

According to the rules, the second prince should respect her, but she felt pity.

A little ambiguous.

The smile on Fu Rong's face faded slightly, she stared at the second prince thoughtfully, then lowered her head shyly.

The second prince still had a warm smile on his face, took a deep look at Fu Rong, turned around and walked out.