On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Feng Wuming folded his hands, with his head and hands at the same level. He maintained this posture for a while before getting up.

"Let's begin." After doing all this, Feng Wuming ordered.

The guards carried the coffin into the pit that had been dug long ago, carefully put it in, and placed the valuable burial objects before burying the earth on the coffin.

Feng Wuming and Xiao Qingrang looked at the coffin being covered up bit by bit with soil. They lowered their eyes, their throats were rough, and there was sadness in their eyes.

After setting up the monument, Fu Jingtong handed the wine he had prepared earlier to Feng Wuming.

Feng Wuming knelt down, put the incense in place, stood up, poured the wine around, then poured it into the jade cup, and placed the rest in front of the monument.

The guards brought the tributes one after another, and they couldn't fit them in front of the monument. They were all things Feng Yanzhi liked.

Feng Wuming finally saluted to the tombstone, turned around and left, walking heavily.

Feng Yanzhi would never hear Feng Yanzhi call him emperor uncle again.

My heart felt like it was blocked by something inexplicable, and it was so tight.

Everyone followed him with sad expressions. It was already dark, and they went home after coming out.

Fu Jingtong followed Feng Wuming.

Feng Wuming paused: "Do you have anything else?"

Fu Jingtong's eyes wandered twice, but finally the worry in his heart took over. He nodded: "Your Majesty, I would like to ask how Miss Wang is doing now. Is she feeling better after taking the medicine?"

"Wei Chen also wants to meet Miss Wang, but I don't know..."

Before he could finish what he said, Feng Wuming simply refused: "No."

Fu Jingtong looked at him in astonishment.

Is it too quick to say no?
Thinking of His Majesty's care for Miss Wang before he went to the palace, Fu Jingtong smiled bitterly and said in a hard voice: "Your Majesty, my friend is asleep. I am worried about my friend. I hope your Majesty can fulfill my concern."

Feng Wuming looked at him seriously, with sharp eyes, scanning his face and examining him.

The sense of oppression was too strong. Fu Jingtong clenched his hands and put them in his wide sleeves. He had to look at Feng Wuming.

Feng Wuming saw his eyes flickering and felt unhappy.

It's obviously Wang Xiao'e who is happy with her heart.

"She's awake."

"A few days after she woke up, I asked the flower girl from the Valley of Miracle Doctors to help her nurse herself back to health. She is not well-rested yet, so it is not suitable to see guests."

Fu Jingtong's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he was also happy that Ye Zhiyu woke up.

His Majesty had already made his words clear. He could only sigh in his heart, but he did not give up.

"Okay, I'll go see Miss Wang in a few days."

"Wei Chen, please retire." Fu Jingtong saluted him, turned and left.

Feng Wuming frowned and looked at his back, his expression gloomy.

When he returned to the palace, the father-in-law beside him suddenly stopped: "Your Majesty, do you want to go back to the imperial study to handle government affairs or go back to Qianqing Palace to rest?"

Feng Wuming thought of Ye Zhiyu.

In the past few days, he had been busy with Feng Yanzhi's funeral and some complicated matters in the court, and it was already late at night when he finished each day.

She had just woken up and was still weak, so he didn't bother her.

But he knew her physical condition clearly.

"Qingqing Palace."

The father-in-law nodded and asked someone to carry the sedan to Qianqing Palace.

Feng Wuming thought about him secretly kissing her, but he didn't dare to step into Qianqing Palace to see her, so he asked someone to stop outside.

The father-in-law saw him standing at the door, looking inside but not going in. He didn't know why, so he could only be anxious.

He can't urge His Majesty to go in.He didn't want to die before he dared to rush His Majesty.

Feng Wuming, who was as tall as jade, stood at the door and hesitated. If he went, she would definitely ask about what happened last time. How would he explain it?
Does she... clearly understand his thoughts?
It's so late, she should have gone to bed, so don't disturb her.

Feng Wuming turned around and was about to leave when he heard a sneeze, followed by an unhappy muttering.

"Has Feng Wuming not finished handling the government affairs yet? I don't know when he will come back. The cold wind is blowing very cold."

Ye Zhiyu rubbed the tip of her nose, and a gust of cool wind blew, making her shiver and rub her arms with her hands.

After Feng Wuming became emperor, he became very busy.

When he was the regent, he was also busy, but he was not so busy that he could not see anyone all day long.

She only woke up and saw him once. She didn't even see his shadow these days. On the first day, she thought he was too shy to see her, but day after day passed, and he still didn't come to see her.

He was handling government affairs, so it didn't matter if he didn't come to see her, but...she could wait, but her body couldn't wait.

In order to recuperate her body, Hua Niang kept feeding her various tonics all day long. The tonics were good, but they had little effect.

When Hua Niang sees her now, she has to check her pulse. Her body is still in a weak state, and Hua Niang has self-doubt.

It is suspected that her medical skills are not good enough, and today it is also suspected that her body structure is different from ordinary people.

She was afraid that if her health didn't get any better, Hua Niang would like to catch her and study it.

Her body lacked spiritual power, so she had to find Feng Wuming.

If the mountain is not just me, I will be the mountain.

Ye Zhiyu was waiting at the door after dark, but now he didn't wait for Feng Wuming.

Feng Wuming immediately turned around and said to his father-in-law: "There is no need to follow me."

He hurriedly walked inside, taking off his black cloak as he walked.

From a distance, I could see Ye Zhiyu wearing a plain light blue dress under the apricot tree, covering her hands with her hands to vent the heat.

She raised her leg and kicked the apricot tree. She didn't know what she was thinking. Her face was full of sadness, her little face was pale, weak and shaky.

His heart was suddenly stabbed and hurt, but he was a little angry. He strode over and put the big cloak on his hand around her body.

He pulled her hair out and accidentally touched her face.

His face was cold.

"It's cool at night, you're standing here, don't you know how to put on a big cloak?"

"Come out to enjoy the air before your body has recovered. What are you thinking about..." He scolded with a frown. Seeing her curling her lips and eyes showing a bit of grievance, his words stopped abruptly, and he couldn't say any words of reprimand. .

Ye Zhiyu tightened his cloak: "Your Majesty, aren't I waiting for you?"

Her eyes were accusing, as if to say, I was wrong to wait for you?
Feng Wuming opened his lips and finally made a dry sound.

He looked at her expressionlessly, helpless in his eyes.

Can't the palace maid wait for him?You have to wait for yourself.

Thinking of her waiting for him at the door before she recovered, just to see him, her heart felt soft and excited.

What he just said was a bit harsh.

"If you want to see me in the future, ask someone to pass on the message. Don't run out to enjoy the cool breeze yourself."

I don’t know whether to torture her or myself.

His tone was calm, but Ye Zhiyu knew that he cared about her.

His cloak should have been taken off from him, and it was still warm. She felt warm after putting it on for a while.

My body is warm and my heart is warm.

Ye Zhiyu wrapped his cloak tightly and put his hands in it: "Your Majesty, will you see me if I ask the maid to send a message?" (End of Chapter)