"He didn't say anything. I could tell by myself that he was not in good health. He had an old disease before, and I helped him treat it. It has gotten better over the years, but it has relapsed recently, and now the weather is hot. , I'm afraid I need to find a place to escape the heat and recuperate!" An Yi said.
Feng Qingchen sneered: "You said nothing? Didn't you explain it to him? He wants to leave Longcheng, unless he dies, let him make his own choice!"
An Yi had already guessed that Feng Qingchen would refuse. After all, Long Yule's identity was also sensitive.
"Just find a quiet place to recuperate, you don't have to leave Dragon City!" An Yi said in a low voice, "Now that the nine princes are dead and alive, he is the only one in Dragon City. If he can survive No, others will say that the emperor treats his grandson harshly!"
Feng Qingchen snorted coldly: "Do you think I will care?"
An Yi sighed, Feng Qingchen really didn't care about reputation.
Feng Qingchen seemed a little angry. She turned over and went straight to bed, ignoring An Yi.
After An Yi finished eating, he was asked to clean up.
The weather was hot and she was sweating after eating, so An Yi asked Qin Yanran to prepare water for bathing.
By the time An Yi came out of the shower, Feng Qingchen had already left.
"Madam, the emperor was still a little unhappy when he left!" Han Bing said worriedly.
The four of them all thought that the emperor would stay at Zhuhe Garden tonight, and they had prepared everything, but they did not expect that the emperor would still leave.
"It's okay, you guys go and have a rest!" An Yi sat in front of the window combing her hair with wet hair.
An Yi knew that he should not interfere with Long Yule's matter. After all, Long Yule had a special status. If he was allowed to leave, he didn't know what would happen in the future.
But An Yi regarded Long Yule as a friend, and Long Yule had helped her a lot before. She couldn't bear to see him die in depression in this dragon city.
I don¡¯t know when a figure stood behind me, casually took the comb from An Yi¡¯s hand and combed her hair.
An Yi was startled and knew who this person was without looking back.
"Didn't he leave?" An Yi asked in a low voice.
Feng Qingchen didn't answer, she just combed An Yi's hair and wiped it with a dry cloth.
"You want him to leave, but I just received a petition from him, volunteering to eradicate the Wuyang rebel organization!" Feng Qingchen whispered, "It seems that you and him have not discussed it!"
Anyi was startled. Long Yule took the initiative to petition? What exactly is going on?
Feng Qingchen¡¯s tone contained schadenfreude: ¡°You care about others, but they don¡¯t appreciate it!¡±
An Yi said helplessly: "He is not in good health. I'm afraid catching the rebels"
Feng Qingchen said in a deep voice: "If he catches the traitor, I will let him go to the imperial mausoleum to recuperate. This is the biggest concession I can make!"
Anyi thought for a while, maybe this is also a way. After all, the imperial mausoleum in Longjin is on the mountain outside Longcheng. The climate is quite mild and there are not so many chores, which is suitable for people to rest.
Feng Qingchen lay down on the bed after wiping An Yi's hair. She patted the place next to her and motioned for An Yi to come over.
An Yi had no choice but to lie next to him with her half-dried hair, her back to him.
Feng Qingchen put half of her face against An Yi's neck and pretended to take a nap. The atmosphere in the room finally became much calmer.
"Actually, Long Yule is a talent. If you are willing to use him sincerely, he will be a great help to you!" An Yi said in a low voice, "I also know that keeping him by my side is safer than sending him away!" (Remember this Website address: www.hlnovel.com