Ruyi's Rebirth: Ruyi's Disease Retreat Retreat

Zhao Yitai took out a letter and handed it to Mrs. Fucha.

Mrs. Fucha said something to him after seeing this, but he was too far away to hear clearly.

Then the two of them left.

As expected, on the second day of court, the ministers began to write letters to the emperor, accusing Hongli of disregarding ancestral rules and being painted with the imperial concubine.

What surprised Hongli was that Zhang Tingyu, who always followed the rules, did not mention a word.

In the court, only Fu Cha, Li Rongbao and his gang were chattering non-stop.

Hong Zhou was also tired of listening to this, so he stepped forward and said, "Rules and regulations are made by people, why do you have to interfere?"

Everyone immediately shut up and no one dared to refute. This gentleman had beaten Nianqin a few days ago and nothing happened, so it’s better to stay away from him.

Li Rongbao was also a little scared, but he still stepped forward to confront him.

"That's not right, Prince. Rules are rules, how can we break them so easily?"

Hong Zhou immediately rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go up and beat him up.

Li Rongbao quickly raised his hands to cover his head.

Hong Zhou sneered, his eyes full of contempt: "Look at you, you coward."

Hongli was too lazy to continue talking to them. Since he was the emperor, why should he explain himself to his subjects?

He waved his hand to signal Li Yu, who stepped forward and said, "I have a petition to present. If nothing else, I can withdraw from the court."

Li Rongbao left with his head hung.

In front of the palace gate, Fu Heng was waiting for him.

"Ama, come here and let's talk."

Li Rongbao followed his son to a secluded place.

Fu Heng asked, "Did you instruct my mother to continue to have contact with the palace?"

Li Rongbao nodded and said, "We can only feel at ease if we hold the throne of Empress in our own hands. Fuheng, you have the Emperor's appreciation, but there is no one in the harem to help you. Once the Imperial Noble Consort ascends to the throne, all our efforts will be in vain."

Li Rongbao's heartfelt words did not move Fu Heng's heart. He remained indifferent and said, "Father, isn't my sister's death a lesson for you? Let go. Isn't it better to live in peace?"

Li Rongbao pointed at Fu Heng and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

He talked to you for a long time and finally left.

Hailancha suddenly poked his head out: "I heard everything, are you okay? Do you want me to have a drink with you?"

Fu Heng nodded, and the two of them walked out of the palace.

A funeral was being held at the Prince's Mansion at this time.

Hong Zhou sat next to his coffin and asked everyone to come and worship him.

He was so excited listening to the crying sounds coming one after another.

Seeing this, Fu Jin Wu Zaku shook her head. She walked to Hong Zhou and asked, "Your Highness, why are you like this?" She really couldn't understand why someone would like to hold a funeral for themselves. It was so unlucky!

Hong Zhou pulled her into the crowd and said, "I want to see how you would react if I died."

Fu Jin was so angry that she was speechless. Hong Zhou let go of her hand and sat back down beside the coffin.

Uzaku knelt down with an expressionless face.

Hong Zhou smiled and watched her reaction, but she didn't react at all.

He stood up again and came to her and asked, "Fujin, don't you feel anything? I'm dead, and you won't cry?"

"Your Majesty, could you please not be so ridiculous?"

Hong Zhou waved his hand and went back disappointed.

He really didn't dare to offend this legitimate wife. She was really capable. She gave birth to children for him and took care of the housework, so he didn't have to worry about her at all.

So when she contradicted him, he didn't get angry, and he didn't dare to get angry.

In the Cining Palace, Fujia lit a water pipe for Zhen Huan and said, "Lord Neqin has requested an audience many times."