Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 1827 There is indeed a slave beside Lie Jiuqing who looks happy
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On the bustling streets of the imperial capital, a low-key carriage drove slowly.

The curtains were opened, and an old man looked at the street scene with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"Think about the last time I left the palace, I was with the late emperor. Over the past ten years, everything has changed."

The old man smiled softly and patted the hand of the woman next to him.

"You kid is really thoughtful. Thank you for your willingness to help me request an order."

Feng Zhaoyi pursed her lips and chuckled, "Touch, you have thanked the wrong person this time. His Majesty felt sorry for you living in the cold palace for so long, so he asked me to take you out for a walk."

This old man was Concubine Hua, one of the four concubines at the time. Later, he was imprisoned in the cold palace by the late emperor for committing an offense.

She had some connection with Emperor Yun, and was later forgiven and not buried, but she never left the cold palace.

Except for some elders in the palace who knew of her existence, many people thought she had died long ago.

The concubine was slightly startled and said bitterly: "Your Majesty has always resented me because of that incident. How could you be willing to let me come out?"

"Those things have long since passed, why do you need to worry about it, Princess? Maybe, God bless, you will have an answer to what is on your mind."

Feng Zhaoyi said so firmly that the concubine felt dazed for a while, "That's all, it happened back then, so why bother with this."

The concubine sighed, and when she lowered the curtain, she saw a familiar face.

"parking!"

The groom hurriedly stopped the carriage, and the concubine, who had always been calm, hurriedly got out of the carriage and walked towards the crowd regardless, until she saw the empty long street and that figure no longer appeared.

Feng Zhaoyi supported her and said in a panic: "Are you okay? Come, please go to another courtyard to rest first!"

The carriage is drifting away.

Only then did two figures appear.

One of them is You Ze.

Youze has been studying with Wu Ming in the past year, and his stature has become taller and stronger. The aura of pure kindness in his body is still there, but his eyes are much more determined.

"Is she really my second grandmother?"

The young man behind him nodded, "According to Boss Qin, that's right."

"I hope she will be useful." You Ze's eyes darkened, "If she can enter the palace smoothly, the teacher will be able to solve her problem."

In the past six months, things about him had spread in the palace, but there was no suitable opportunity.

It's October now, and it's almost the New Year's Eve.

If he delays it any longer, it will only cause more trouble for the teacher and the disciple.

"Just tell the teacher that everything went well before he gets distracted because of me."

Youze already had a plan in mind, "Also, take the gift that I prepared to give to the teacher's wife earlier. If the teacher's wife is happy, the teacher will be really happy to be here."

"Yes, my subordinate understands."

Youze looked at the direction in which the carriage disappeared, not knowing what he was thinking, "You go ahead and meet up in the evening."

"Be careful."

Youze nodded, and quickly used Qinggong to disappear from the man's sight.

In a separate courtyard in the city, the accompanying imperial doctor came out of the room and said, "Don't worry, my dear, the imperial concubine is just too excited, just rest."

Feng Zhaoyi breathed out, something was going to happen to her, and Wen Rong's plan was ruined. He had to twist her head off!
Thinking of this, Feng Zhaoyi quickly touched the cute little spider in her sleeve, "I really can't stay in this palace..."

Li Duofu, an old bastard, had promised to help her some time ago, but when he came back, he didn't know where he died.

If he hadn't wasted time, would she have been caught doing things by Wen Rong?
Suddenly, a cold breath passed by, and Feng Zhaoyi's pupils trembled.

This aura is from southern Xinjiang!

Damn it, have you discovered her?

She raised her hand with a cold expression, and several shadows immediately appeared, "Check!"

In the distance of the Holy Maiden Hall, someone was looming in the darkness.

"Is Huanse really here?"

"There is indeed a slave beside Lie Jiuqing who looks happy."

"Heh... I finally found it."

(End of this chapter)