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Chapter 622 Blackening the Prince’s Pretty Empress 21
Feng Zi wondered, "Why is Queen Mother so happy?"

Ah Zhao managed to hold back his smile, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and then told Feng Zi what he had said to Mrs. Chen earlier.

Fengzi: "..."

After he finished listening, he didn't laugh as A Zhao imagined, but instead had a subtle look on his face.

Stunning beauty?

He looked up at Ah Zhao.

The queen mother probably didn't know that when she said those words in the court that day, the first thing that came to mind was her figure.

Fengzi felt that her thoughts were a little dangerous.

But he still opened his mouth and said: "Why should the empress belittle herself? Then Concubine Li is beautiful, but in terms of aura, she is absolutely inferior to the empress."

This is out of bounds again.

But Fengzi couldn't listen to the words that others were better than her mother.

Even if it was Ah Zhao who said it himself.

But this kind of words fell into Azhao's ears...

satisfaction!

Have a vision!
Ah Zhao felt that this male lead had a bright future.

In front of Chen's face, he belittled himself seriously, which already made Ah Zhao feel very wronged.

Fengzi's words are really ironic.

Fengzi looked at Ah Zhao's expression, and saw that her expression relaxed a lot after hearing her words, and her heart sank.

He has found it.

This concubine, who was the same age as her and two months younger than her, no matter how dignified and mature she appeared in front of others, she was still a 16-year-old girl in her bones.

Delicate.

She especially likes others to praise her for her good looks!

Think something cute.

At this time, Fengzi still didn't quite understand what kind of thoughts he had for this little queen mother.

Until that morning when I woke up from my dream.

Feng Zi sat up, and the servant outside the curtain asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, are you going to get up?"

Feng Zi didn't speak, just stared blankly at the cloud pattern on the curtain by the dim candlelight in the sleeping hall.

In the dream, the soft and soft body, the dazzlingly white arms wrapped around her body seemed to be able to feel it.

That face was white and beautiful, dyed a little red, and the sandalwood mouth was slightly opened, revealing an uncontrollable panting.

It was so familiar that it made his heart tremble.

After an unknown amount of time, the servant called him softly again, it was time to get up and prepare to go up.

Fengzi lifted the quilt and got up without saying a word.

Changed into a new pair of obscene pants.

He did not go to Fuhua Palace to pay his respects for two days.

Azhao sent someone to inquire, and got a reply that His Majesty is really busy these few days.

Ah Zhao didn't ask any further questions when he heard the words, and only ordered his confidants in the palace to send the tonics prepared as usual to Fengzi's palace.

Today is the third day.

Feng Zi sat in the study, looking at the pile of unprocessed memorials in front of him, and glanced outside inadvertently.

At this moment, the servants of Fuhua Palace are about to come over to deliver the soup and medicine.

Sure enough, the next moment, the servant's voice sounded.

It was still the delicate white jade cup.

Feng Zi's face was calm, looking at the palace man kneeling on the ground: "How is the queen mother these two days?"

The palace man hesitated and said: "The empress dowager suffered from the cold yesterday, and she is not in a good spirit today."

Got a cold?
Feng Zi frowned deeply.

"I'm going..." Feng Zi wanted to say that I was going to see my mother, but suddenly remembered something and hesitated for a while.

"I'll visit my mother later."

After the servants of Fuhua Palace retreated, Fengzi continued to process the memorial.

(End of this chapter)