Chu Yu only heard a scream of squadrons, and a sly face appeared in front of him. He reached out and tried to touch her. He lifted it up high, but he did not touch anything. His hands fell heavily and fell into endless darkness.

Woke up again, he found himself lying on a familiar dragon bed, everything was so familiar.

Is that all that is a dream?

The nephew didn't want to be separated from him, just a dream he made?

Did he never go to Qiyun Mountain?

If it is a dream, then this dream is too realistic.

He was kicked out of bed, and the palace lady on the side rushed forward to wear boots for him.

He waved: "All come back."

He has always been unable to get used to people to serve, and many years of military life has become a habit.

Just like he is used to seeing the portrait of the day after getting up every day.

Today, he did not find the small painting on the royal case.

"Fusheng people?" Chu Yu face anger, facing the palace girl.

The palace girl immediately squatted: "Return to the emperor, Fu Gonggong went to stare at the decocting."

When talking, a person coming in from the outside is the Fu Gonggong who carries the tray.

Chu Yu pointed to the Royal Table and asked: "Fu Sheng, what small paintings do I see every day?"

Fu Gonggong’s heart trembled, and the hand holding the medicine medicine shook a little, and the medicine juice almost sprinkled it out.

He hurriedly put the medicine down and squatted in front of the emperor. "Back to the emperor, the little painting was taken away by the emperor."

Chu Yu twisted his eyebrows and looked dissatisfied: "What? Why did he take away the painting? How could he come here?" Since he was enthroned, his father has never been to this royal study, but he never asked his private affairs. .

Fu Gonggong said: "The emperor, since you were sick and returned to the palace, the Emperor Taishang came to visit every day and stumbled upon the small paintings on the Imperial Table."

In fact, it was not taken away, but was burned by a fire.

No gray is left.

He can understand the mood of the Emperor of the Emperor, a good son, a king of a country, for a woman, three times to make this way, half-dead, it is really mad at him.

His full grievances can't be vented to the emperor's body, and he can't kill Qiyunshan. After all, it is the granddaughter of the Eastern Mu, how much to give a little face.

I can only take this small picture to vent my anger.

Chu Yu did not ask again, his ears kept echoing a word, sick back to the palace, sick back to the palace?

Is he out of the palace? Where did he go? Qi Yunshan?

So, isn't that a dream?

He reached out and picked up Fu Gonggong from the ground and hurriedly asked, "I went to Qiyun Mountain?"

Fu Gonggong nodded and looked surprised: "Yes, you don't remember the emperor?"

His hand was loose, and Fu Gong’s tolerance fell, and he quickly stopped his body and took two steps.

"What about white?" He stared at Fu Gonggong.

Fu Gonggong said: "Return to the emperor, Miss Bai will send you back and leave."

"Where did she go?" Chu asked urgently.

Fu Gonggong hangs his head, and his heart is extremely entangled. Does he say it, or not?

The Emperor Taishang told him not to say, but he could face the emperor in the wrath. If he did not say, what would happen?

"Not too fast to say!" Chu screamed, scared the palace of the palace to smash a place.

Fu Gonggong twitched: "The emperor, the old slave does not know where Miss Bai went, but Miss Bai left you a letter."

Chu Yu reached out to him: "Trust, it is not coming soon." He was very upset. Since she had sent him back to the palace, why did he have to leave?

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