After the female supporting role is quickly put on, she is full of charm

"His Majesty?"

Just when Fu Rong was feeling drowsy, a soft and pleasant voice woke him up.

Fu Rong opened her eyes and saw Ah Zhi holding a bowl, scooping out soup with a spoon, blowing it cool and bringing it to her.

"You can't keep sleeping. The doctor asked you to eat something before going to sleep."

He opened his mouth and swallowed completely by instinct, and the bowl of soup quickly went into his stomach.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this bowl of soup is very delicious.

Seeing Fu Rong falling into a coma again, Azhi put away his gentle expression and impatiently threw the bowl on the tray.

She pinched her shoulders and walked towards the bed, with a somewhat coquettish look on her face.

Because I was worried that Fu Rong on the bed might hear it.

She deliberately lowered her voice and complained, "Chen Yue, why do you want me to pretend to be gentle? I feel annoyed just looking at him. He is still sick and still not quiet."

Azhi deliberately leaned on Chen Yue and acted coquettishly.

He could only helplessly hug Ah Zhi and explain, "My Lady, this is all for your own good."

"His Majesty is ill now and is in a vulnerable period. If you show your face in front of him, it will not do you any harm in the future."

Azhi was not satisfied with the explanation and raised his hand to grab the other person's hair.

"I don't care about that. When will this day end?"

It can be seen that Azhi is indeed upset.

Chen Yue hugged her waist and coaxed her, "Your Majesty, calm down. I have added something to the soup to ensure that Your Majesty can sleep until noon the next day. I will definitely not disturb your sweet dreams."

"You're quite smart."

Azhi lifted Chen Yue's chin and leaned towards his lips.

But in the end, he was rejected by Chen Yue.

"My lady, please do not be too indulgent. This is not Luhua Palace. I dare not serve you."

Seeing that Azhi was becoming more and more outrageous, Chen Yue stopped him from unbuckling his belt.

Ah Zhi snorted softly with her eyes seductively, but still loosened her hands that were holding the belt.

"You can escape the death penalty, but you can't escape the punishment of life. I will still punish you."

She pointed her index finger at the tip of his nose and slowly moved her free hand towards his chest.

Azhi lifted up Chen Yue's clothes on his chest, revealing his strong chest.

Her little hands were caressing inside freely.

The atmosphere in the house gradually heated up.

However, Azhi kept his promise and finally let Chen Yue go.

Today is a rare sunny day, and the sunlight squeezes into the room from the window.

Fu Rong was still a little dazed when she opened her eyes, but she could feel her body relaxing a little.

"Arou..."

"His Majesty?"

When I saw Azhi coming in from behind the screen.

Fu Rong then came to her senses. Zeng Rou was no longer in the Yangxin Palace. Yesterday, Empress Dowager Xu asked her to go to the Cining Palace.

But looking at Azhi's sleepy appearance, he couldn't help but feel warm.

"Xianfei, please go and rest for a while."

She yawned with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"No, I still have to take care of your majesty. How can I escape from the battlefield?"

"Come, call the imperial physician in. His Majesty has woken up."

The imperial physician examined Fu Rong and found that she was still ill, with intermittent high fever and coma. She needed to take medicine and rest well.

"Can I still handle state affairs?"

"Your Majesty needs to relax and take medicine and rest on time, so that your body can recover."

What this means is that government affairs cannot be handled.

He asked somewhat unwillingly, "I only need one hour..."

"Absolutely not, not even for a stick of incense. Your Majesty feels that he has recovered now, but his body has been drained a lot. He must not overwork himself from now on."

He watched the imperial physician kneeling in front of him and unwilling to get up.

Fu Rong sighed hoarsely, "Forget it, get up, I'll listen to you."

"Yes, Wei Chen is resigning."

Ah Zhi was the only one left in the room.

She was peeling an orange nearby.

Fu Rong couldn't help but ask, "Who is handling the government affairs of the previous dynasty now?"

Obviously already know the result.

But he still wanted to ask a question.

"Naturally, the Queen Mother is helping to take care of it."

The room became quiet and Fu Rong's breathing could be heard.

Ah Zhi handed over the orange and asked softly, "Your Majesty, please have some orange."

He raised his hand and took the orange, a little dazed.

"Xian Fei, do you think I am a good emperor?"

Of course not.

You're a love-brained jerk.

If it weren’t for Empress Dowager Xu supporting you.

With your own qualifications, you may never be able to touch the throne in your lifetime.

In fact, according to the development of the original body's memory, Azhi had already guessed the outcome of Fu Rong and Zeng Rou.

Chen Yue’s rebellion may not succeed.

But the Fu family’s rule will not last long.

Just from the fact that he granted official titles and ranks to the Zeng family, who had done nothing, it was clear that he was not a good emperor.

But these words cannot be said openly.

Ah Zhi blinked her bright eyes and nodded.

"Your Majesty can sit on the throne, it is naturally the destiny."

Destiny?

It was just his mother who pushed him onto the throne.

Fu Rong put the orange into her mouth, and the next second her nose and eyes wrinkled because of the sourness.

"Hiss, Concubine Xian, your orange is so sour."

"Hahaha, your majesty, who made you look so sad? I just want you to relax."

Looking at Ah Zhi's bright smile, Fu Rong was stunned while holding the remaining orange.

Behind her was the sunlight pouring in, which fell on her shoulders as if covered with a layer of rosy clouds.

Like a dream, a fairy in rosy clouds.

He said with obsession in his eyes, "Xian Fei, you are so beautiful."

In response to Fu Rong's praise, Ah Zhi's cheeks flushed slightly, and her beautiful eyes were filled with shyness.

"His Majesty."

At this time, Fu Rong came back to her senses, immediately retracted her gaze and stuffed the orange into her mouth.

"Cough cough."

I choked on the sour taste accidentally.

Ah Zhi hurried forward to help him calm down, and a faint fragrance fell into his nose.

It was too close.

He raised his eyes and saw the other person's fair little face.

Fu Rong grabbed Azhi's soft little hand helplessly.

The cool little hands are soft and smooth.

He was so shocked that he quickly let go of the other person and huddled under the quilt.

"Xian, Xian Fei, I want to rest."

Seeing Fu Rong closing her eyes and pretending to sleep, Azhi raised her eyebrows slightly with a meaningful look in her eyes.

But she still tucked the quilt in for him gently.

"Okay, then your majesty should have a good rest. I will go back to Luhua Palace to change my clothes and wash up."

Listening to Ahzhi's footsteps gradually fading away.

Fu Rong opened his eyes carefully and looked at the stool where Ah Zhi had just sat in a daze.

What's wrong with you?

Why does one blush when facing Concubine Xian?

I can't betray Arou.

Of course Azhi knew Fu Rong’s dilemma.

But what she wanted was to make Fu Rong feel entangled.

The more he worries about it, the more he will care.

Inside Cining Palace.

Empress Dowager Xu was pinching Zeng Rou's chin and slapped her hard on the cheek.

"Bitch! I asked someone to take care of His Majesty, and this is how you take care of him? You even took care of him in the bed?"

Nanny Chen beside him watched quietly without pleading.

Zeng Rou had just been hit with the cane ten times and was still in pain below the waist.

Now he was slapped hard and fell to the ground, his face as pale as a dead dog.