It's hard for the queen of intelligence

Before Lu Fufeng finished speaking, a weak male voice came from his ear, "Fantasy? His Royal Highness Sui Wang may have said something wrong... The Holy One is all for the people of the world, so why would he care about Song's life... Cough cough cough..."

"How can you be so unruly? Did the rude officials in the palace teach your master not to interrupt when talking?" Lu Fufeng chuckled twice, and turned his eyes to give Lu Fusang a sideways look.

She was pointing to these words to force Lu Fusang to make a decision, but she didn't expect that the man in her hand would choose to make a mess.

"Fufeng, let go!" Lu Fusang met Lu Fufeng's gaze and frowned, "You are a majestic king of Sui, why bother with a lowly man."

"Untouchable? He's the imperial husband you've been looking for so hard!" Lu Fufeng felt King Sui's resentment towards Lu Fusang's marriage in his mind, and his figure was a little unsteady.

Sui Wang's obsession seems to be too deep.

"Imperial Husband..." Lu Fusang didn't expect her imperial sister to care so much about such a title, "It's just a husband's servant, why should the imperial sister care about it?"

Well, 'just a royal concubine'...

Lu Fusang responded to himself in such a way that he did not want to deal with this low-end life form.Lu Fufeng looked at the person in his hand, and then at Lu Fusang who was expressionless, and was about to let go, but found that the corners of the eyes of the person in his hand began to get wet.

"Your Majesty, you should submit to King Sui! Song Yun's crippled body has been exchanged for Chen Guo's ruling and opposition for several years..."

"Yun'er..." When Lu Fusang heard the word 'Ching Ye Qingming', sharpness flashed in his eyes, "Let go of Fu Feng!"

"Tsk tsk, why do you have to say that you have worked so hard?" Lu Fufeng yawned disgusted at the sight of the two lovers in front of him, "I'm tired of standing in this hall for so long. Miss Huang canceled her marriage with this person earlier, Fufeng is also good for recuperating."

"Emperor Sister..." Lu Fusang looked at Song Yun, then at Lu Fufeng, and was about to make an order, but saw the figure of the hidden guard in the room, and then opened his mouth, signaling the hidden guard to step forward and snatch the person. "Autumn Harvest, order, the eldest son of the Song family, proud..."

"Wait!" Seeing someone coming towards the person in his hand, Lu Fufeng turned around, smiled and walked a few steps in front of Lu Fusang, "Sister Huang, do you want Fufeng, Mr. Song, or Mr. Song? Jiangshan, do you still want beauties?"

"It's a country."

"Really?" Lu Fufeng looked at the weapon stabbing towards Song Yun, and blocked it with a smile, "Sister Huang, remember your words..."

A black screen is an unfortunate but irritating behavior.When Lu Fufeng opened his eyes again, there were only candlelight and the palace guards beside the couch.

"How long has this palace been in a coma?" Lu Fufeng recalled the eyes of the hidden guard who planned to kill Song Yun, while checking the overall function of the body.

"Return to Your Highness, you have been asleep for three days." Seeing that King Sui had woken up, the guards at night bowed to Lu Fufeng calmly.

"Then help the palace go outside." Lu Fufeng smiled lightly and stretched out an arm towards the palace man.

She remembered that when she was stabbed, she avoided the vital points, and she fainted, probably because of blood loss.

It may be difficult for her to realize the importance of blood to her throughout her life.Lu Fufeng looked through the hall door with regret, and fixed his eyes on the clumps of plants outside the hall.

"Your Highness is still the same as when I was a child. I like flowers and plants." The palace maid who helped Lu Fufeng put on the cloak glanced at Lu Fufeng's line of sight, and tied the ribbon on the cloak in front of Lu Fufeng.

"Hmm..." Lu Fufeng didn't respond, but frowned at the slightly rough hands of the palace man, "Is life in the palace difficult?"

"Huh?" The palace servant who helped Lu Fufeng to walk out realized that Lu Fufeng had noticed her hand, and was stunned for a while, and then a little warm light appeared in his eyes, "Hehehe. His Highness is still as kind-hearted as when he was a child... I am just an old man. Now, it’s not that life in the palace is difficult…”

"It turns out that this is what people look like when they are old." Lu Fufeng somewhat missed his AI body.

"Your Highness, don't be sad... It's because people in the world will grow old, so people in the world will always live with worries about gains and losses... But it's also because of worries about gains and losses that life is fun..." The palace servants saw the disappointment in Lu Fufeng's eyes, Immediately, he took Lu Fufeng's hand and led her towards the flowers.

"Hmm... what you said is very interesting." Lu Fufeng searched the database for a week, but couldn't find a code name that could be used by the palace people, so he could only smile.

"It's useless to be interesting, you have to realize it..." The palace man pulled Lu Fufeng, held up the lantern, and slowly squatted down among the flowers.

The movement of her squatting made Lu Fufeng hear the sound of joints shaking.

"You'd better get up, old man." Lu Fufeng frowned, abandoning King Sui's original rank code system, "You've been squatting for a long time, your knees..."

"Hush—His Royal Highness Sui, squat down quickly, don't talk, Tinghua is about to speak..."

"Huh?" Lu Fufeng squatted down beside the palace man, quietly looking at the flower bud that was parallel to her line of sight, "What will it say?"

"It will say that those who should come back will come back. Those who should not leave will not leave. What should belong to the Lu family will belong to the Lu family after all." The palace man stretched out his hand to shake the flowering branches, letting the branches and leaves rub against each other to make a 'rustle' ' sound.

"This hall didn't hear this." Lu Fufeng followed the movements of the palace guards and fiddled with it, "This hall can only hear these little things saying that we scratched them."

"Heh..." The palace man smiled when he heard Lu Fufeng's words, "Your Highness is still as interesting as ever."

"You knew this hall before?" Lu Fufeng teased the leaves in front of her with a smile. She likes plants, because these little things, like ai, mainly rely on the sun to survive.

"The old man has served by Mrs. Guo's side for nearly forty years..." The palace servant looked at Lu Fufeng's side face slightly in a daze.

"Then you must like him." Lu Fufeng looked at the words on the analyzer and said casually.

"But he doesn't know, he is so smart... Hehe... He is really old, why tell you so much..." The palace man spoke nonsense, and his expression changed, "Your Highness, It's getting cold at night. You should go back early..."

"how about you?"

"I'm going to read scriptures."

"Oh..." Lu Fufeng glanced at the palace maid, remembering her face, then turned his head and continued to look at the flowers.She is particularly interested in this kind of flower that blooms in autumn...

"Your Highness..."

"Your Highness..."

"Your Highness..."

"Huh?" Lu Fufeng looked at the pale sky, then turned his head to look at the woman with a group of palace attendants and frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Return to Your Highness, it's time for breakfast..." The woman respectfully transferred a bowl of food.Keep silent about their hard work in finding His Highness King Sui.

"Oh..." Lu Fufeng took the bowl from the woman, and suddenly thought that she was still recuperating on the bed yesterday, "How is Mr. Song?"

"Young Master Song, Young Master Song..." The face of the palace servant who was handing the bowl suddenly became a little unsightly, "Return to Your Highness, Young Master Song felt that he was burdening His Highness yesterday, and his crime was unforgivable, and he was hanging on the palace."

"Did you die?" Lu Fufeng put the spoon into the tribute plate held by another palace man, raised his head and drank the food in the bowl.

"Your Highness, the Holy Majesty has no other choice..." Upon hearing the question of life and death, a group of palace officials immediately knelt down on the ground.

"Hmm..." Seeing that everyone had already knelt, Lu Fufeng immediately sat upright and pulled back his clothes, "How does Miss Huang plan to deal with this hall?"

"This... I don't know."

"Then let someone who knows come over." Lu Fufeng smiled slightly, turned his head and continued to accompany the group of flowers in front of him.

Seeing that King Sui didn't intend to take care of them any more, they didn't dare to neglect them, and quickly sent someone to send a message to the palace master in charge to deal with them.

It is windy in autumn, so it is not appropriate to stay outdoors for a long time.

The palace searched quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the autumn harvest, who was in charge, had already arrived behind Lu Fufeng.

"The Holy Majesty expects His Highness to be of the same heart and mind with her..." After Qiu Shou finished the ceremony with Lu Fufeng, he stated the explanation he had already familiarized himself with neither humble nor humble.

Lu Fufeng looked back at the woman who was not timid in front of him, and asked with a smile, "What about Song Yun?"

"The Holy Majesty has sent Young Master Song back to his residence."

Qiu Shou walked slowly beside Lu Fufeng, and helped her up, "Your Highness is a sensible person, so he wouldn't care about people like that, would he?"

"This hall is just curious about the attitude of the emperor, too partial, this hall will not agree." Lu Fufeng looked at the woman supporting him with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Return to Your Highness, my slave's name is Qiushou." Qiushou walked slowly towards the Chen Palace with Lu Fufeng on his arm, "Going to Song Yun, there is also the prince of Yu, the iron husband, the man who flows, His Highness Sui Wang, don't let the Holy Majesty Too difficult to do."

"Others can, but Song Yun can't." Lu Fufeng gave Qiushou a meaningful look.

"Why can other people do it, but Mr. Song can't?" Hearing His Royal Highness Sui's persistence, Qiu Harvest slowed down more and more, "Mr. Song has asked for his life, and His Highness thinks it's not enough?"

"Not enough." Lu Fufeng's heart trembled when he thought about the data on the analyzer that was higher than 80%.

"Then, Nuchai, the Holy Majesty will answer your Highness."