"...Empress, Your Majesty has been having a hard time this year." Wan Fu didn't want to say this, but the war was about to come and the master was distracted by Concubine Rui again and again. How could he have a life? He sighed lightly and said deeply, "I have been with Your Majesty for many years. I have seen such a Majesty. I have been sitting on the throne for several times, and my soul has been lost."

Chen Ning frowned after hearing this, "Are you telling a joke?"

Seeing this, Wanfu was silent for a while and said, "Although Your Majesty is merciless to the enemy, he also cherishes his people. Except for the angrily killing the painter He Sheng on the street, Your Majesty has the intention of killing every person. Can the Empress know what the matter of Your Majesty venting his anger at Madam Zhang and others in Baizhou?"

Chen Ning frowned and asked tensely: "What are you going to say?"

Wanfu paused for a moment, then slowly said: "Her Madam's depression has gradually recovered?"

Chen Ning took a lot of effort to hear what he meant, and she stood up.

Wanfu lowered his head slightly, "The old miracle doctor once told Your Majesty that the Empress's depression needs to be dissipated and relieved. Great joy, great sorrow, and great anger can all dissipate the breath."

"Absurd!" Chen Ning refused to believe what he said.

"Empress, although Your Majesty has not said it clearly, but the servant dared to guess the holy intention, so he was afraid..." Wanfu stopped. "Your Majesty knew that the Empress was kind, so he wanted to exchange Mrs. Zhang and others for the life of the Empress."

Chen Ning trembled violently all over, "Nothing!" She paused, "Nothing talking!"

Wan Fu said: "Empress, in fact, Mrs. Zhang and the others... were not beheaded. You fainted at that time. When Your Majesty carried you away, they forgive their sins, but they did not let the slaves tell the Empress."

Chen Ning immediately sat on the chair with relief as if he had all his strength removed.

"Empress, Your Majesty is really sincere in treating the Empress. Please don't let Your Majesty down."

Soon, Wanfu came out of his tent and found his master in the military camp. When the emperor saw him coming in, he glanced lightly. Wanfu silently stood back to his position.

After discussing the marching route, Dong Yuheng withdrew his ministers, Dong Mingyi, Feng Baolan and Shen Zhao all wanted to speak but stopped.

Everyone left, Dong Yuheng asked Wanfu: "Is Concubine Rui crying?"

"This... back to Your Majesty, never."

Dong Yuheng's face suddenly sank.

The army took a break in Luhu and used it as a military station outside the pass, leaving wounded soldiers and some garrison troops, and included them in the Jing Dynasty territory.

The emperor also left the sick Lianyan in Luhu, and sent someone to visit her at night. He explained to him a few words, saying that he knew she had suffered a lot, so he should not blame him for causing her to suffer. The sent person came back and reported, "Miss Lianyan cried, 'The Lord treats me very well, even if I am heartbroken, how could I have any complaints?"

Listen to what she said! Dong Yuheng shook his head with relief, thinking that he really should let the uneasy woman listen to it in person. In his harem, why can't she learn from others?

He glanced at the hollow tent and felt a little unhappy. After reading the book again, he still asked with a clean cough, "Have you fall asleep now?"

Wanfu said: "I just sent someone to ask, saying that the Empress had just taken the medicine, and she must have not been asleep yet."

"What do you say about taking your pulse today? Did the empress suffer from cold last night?"

"The doctor said that the empress was lucky but never suffered from the cold."

Dong Yuheng nodded, looked out of the tent and wanted to speak but stopped.

Wanfu looked at the master, paused for a moment before saying, "Your Majesty, I heard from outside that many soldiers were asking why the Empress had set up another tent."

"Is that..."

"I heard that many soldiers called the Empress the Goddess the Goddess, and believed that she was the fairy who descended to the earth sent by God to protect my emperor and Dajing, so I vowed to keep the Empress safe last night."

"Goddess..." Dong Yuheng curled his lips and chuckled, "She is still a shrew like a goddess." But these words were also said. The emperor seemed to be silent for a moment in memory, and then sighed softly.

"Then do you think Concubine Rui is a human being or an immortal?"

Wanfu was stunned, "Slave..."

"I forgive you for not guilty."

"Yes..." Wanfu bowed slightly, "Your Majesty, I'm really not sure. The Empress is not afraid of the disease of rash, and she has the courage and insight that is different from other women..."

Dong Yuheng nodded silently, and there were more and more mysteries lingering on Shen Ning. He occasionally wavered, believing that Chen Ning was not like the people in this world. His thoughts soared. Somehow, he suddenly remembered the scholar who was killed in anger because of Chen Ning. He remembered that Wanfu seemed to be something he reported to later... "That winter, how could the down-and-out scholar who had not yet entered the palace make a living?"

Fortunately, Wanfu still remembers this little thing. He slowly reported: "The painter made a living by selling paintings. Only the slave remembered that there were many clan totem calligraphy and paintings and classics in his family. His little book boy said that he wanted to collect Jing Chao's family and serve him as his Majesty."

Dong Yuheng was shocked, was it Shi Teng again?

Wanfu also felt strange, and he hesitated: "Empress Ruifei seems to be very concerned about Shi Teng?"

The emperor pondered for a moment. Rather than saying that she was paying attention to Shi Teng, it would be better to say that she was afraid that she didn't know what she was looking for at that time. Could it be that she saw the Feng Family Teng when the Sixth Princess was in the third place, so she went to Mozhou after escaping?

Shi Teng, the Beast of Good and Bad, Chen Ning... Dong Yuheng's brows became tighter and tighter, the Beast of Black Jade... What is the use of her?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt more restless he felt that he would not put her under his nose, and she would disappear at all times. He coughed heavily, "Since Concubine Rui touched the morale of the army, it was not appropriate to punish her at this time, so he should call her back."

"Yes." Wanfu received the order without surprise.

Chen Ning, with a expressionless face, was taken to the big tent, staring at Dong Yuheng without kneeling down, and the emperor who was looking down at the book did not raise his eyelids, and only asked his servants to serve her changing clothes.

Chen Ning never expected that he would change his orders every day... The chaotic thoughts bumped into her mind. She shook her head suddenly, unwilling to think about it anymore.

After Chen Ning silently entered the screen, the emperor went out. After a moment, Lianyan said that the flute blower was waiting outside the door.

Chen Ning shook his head, then nodded again.

When someone came in outside, Lianyan led the person back.

As before, the man didn't talk much, as if he only knew how to play the flute. Chen Ning listened to the soft music of the flute, but his heart became more and more bored. Suddenly, he found that there was not a single person around him. She frowned, and her intuition was strange, and a ridiculous thought passed through her mind.

Impossible... Chen Ning refused to believe it, and she suddenly stood up and walked forward and took two steps.

The candlelight poured out her shadow on the screen, and the sound of the flute suddenly stopped. As soon as Chen Ning stepped out of the screen, he saw a corner of his clothes disappear behind the tent door.
Chapter completed!