Zundu and fake toot?The target of the strategy has become dark again

Chapter 108 The sickly proton turned black 16
"I am getting old. I am only in my thirties. Look, I have gray hair."

The chief eunuch rolled his eyes, tried to figure out the emperor's thoughts, and said tentatively: "Your Majesty, you are diligent and love the people, and you work so hard for state affairs. Having a monarch like you is really a blessing to our people in the Yan Kingdom!"

Emperor Yan chuckled softly: "You naughty guy... Speaking of Fuze, the eldest princess's illness has not been cured yet?"

The head eunuch's massage continued: "The Imperial Hospital envoy went to see her in person and heard that the eldest princess is just recovering a little slowly. She has already recovered. It is estimated that she will be fully recovered in a few days."

Emperor Yan waved his hand.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is just a few days away. According to my instructions, the Taiyuan Hospital must not be stingy and send a few precious medicinal herbs in the library to Changning Palace. The eldest princess must be restored before the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The girl is the "lucky star" in the hearts of the people of Yan State. For important ceremonies such as the Mid-Autumn Festival, she must show her good spirit.

The chief eunuch flicked the fly whisk in his hand and bent his back to deliver the order.

Emperor Yan suddenly thought of the reason why the eldest princess was ill this time.

He stopped the chief eunuch: "Where is Jiang Guo's proton? How is he doing?"

"The eldest princess's maid competed with Proton a few days ago. The guards accompanying him said that Proton was beaten and vomited blood. He has been staying behind closed doors for the past few days. He is probably recuperating."

"Maids? The ones the Huo family sent to the palace? A family of military commanders is just different."

The ninth-five-year-old emperor's tone was indifferent, and there was no hint of joy or anger.

The eunuch didn't shake the fly whisk in his hand, and knelt down directly: "The martial artist is reckless and only has brute force. How can your majesty be far-sighted?"

"I'm just saying casually, what are you afraid of? Go and deliver the message."

Emperor Yan raised his eyelids: "Aren't you going yet?"

The man has been on the throne for more than ten years, and every move he makes is dignified.

"Back to Your Majesty, do you want to send more people to keep an eye on Jiang Guo's hostage?"

After the eldest princess fell ill, few people in the palace dared to go to Qingjiang Palace.

The number of people they were following had also reduced a lot, so they took this opportunity to ask His Majesty for instructions.

The chief eunuch spat in his heart: A misfortune is a misfortune.Emperor Yan picked up the fold in his hand again without raising his head: "No need, what kind of trouble can a nine-year-old sick and weak proton stir up?"

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Fengyan Mountain.

System Wuhu said twice: "This is the first time the host has left the palace!"

The dew in the mountains is thick, condensing a fresh chill, mixed with the fragrance of vegetation.

The system seems to be able to smell the good mountain air through its electronic nose.

Wen Yao got on the royal carriage coming to Fengyan Mountain early in the morning.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is one of the most important ceremonies of the year in the Yan State. All members of the royal family, Yan State ministers and their families must worship at Fengyan Mountain to pray for peace and prosperity at the end of the year.

She got up early, went through a lot of hard work, and dozed in the carriage on the way here.

At this time, seeing the beautiful scenery of Fengyan Mountain, most of the sleepiness disappeared.

The golden chrysanthemums in full bloom were floating in the wind, and Wen Yao thought of a poem she had read in a textbook on the modern world -

"The beauty of September in the world is gone, and the chrysanthemums in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom."

System: The host adapted it well!

Don't worry, it is the host's number one flattering machine, mindlessly praising its lovely host.

The girl smelled the fragrance of chrysanthemums.

It would be better if the pieces were there.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a sacrificial ceremony of the Yan Kingdom. Jiang Ziyuan, a hostage from another country, naturally stayed in Qingjiang Palace and did not come to Fengyan Mountain.

(End of this chapter)