Explosive favorite poisonous concubine: the black-bellied prince chases after his wife

Chapter 701
After the seat was over in silence, everyone withdrew.

Followed by Fang Zeyin and Chuchen Daoist, Emperor Xuan, Empress Queyang and the concubines who gave birth to children, together with the princes, left the palace and headed for Fahua Temple.

As the princess of a neighboring country, Shangguan Liangyue didn't have to go to Fahua Temple to pray together, and as the daughter of Prince Chu Ping, Chu Feiyao also had to follow in the carriage.

Before leaving, he looked at Shangguan Liangyue worriedly, and saw no one whispering, "Be careful!"

With a faint smile on her jade-colored cold face, Shangguan Liangyue looked at Chu Feiyao, who was full of sincerity, and nodded: "You should also be more careful."

After Chu Feiyao took a deep look at her, she lowered the curtain and got into the carriage.

Following the eunuch's shout, Emperor Xuan's eight-person warm sedan chair and the carriages of all the princes set off towards Fahua Temple.

Shangguan Liangyue's bright red figure stood upright, looking at the convoy slowly driving away, one side of her lips curled up slightly.

This convoy of people was escorted by the commander of the Captain's Mansion, Lu Chengqing, with his guards, surrounding the left and right sides of Emperor Xuan's warm sedan chair, without letting up at all.

Hua Qingli didn't want to bring too much attention to her today, and hadn't had any interaction with her since entering the palace. She was sitting in the East Palace carriage at this moment, closing her eyes and meditating.

Luo You bears the name of the eldest concubine, and goes to Fahua Temple with him to pay homage to the ancestor Yu Rong, and at this moment she feels particularly disturbed.

With sweaty palms, he took a peek at the eldest prince Hua Qingli who closed his eyes and rested his mind, and rubbed his hands on his legs.

If this enters the sacrificial blessing hall and pays homage to the ancestor's rank and appearance, does it prove that he really has her in his heart?

Will he die and sleep with him in the imperial tomb after a hundred years?
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and Luo You's face showed excitement.

After Hua Qingli opened her eyes and glanced at her, her phoenix pupils closed again.

The thin lips were slightly pursed, making it impossible to detect what he was thinking at this time.

A group of people walked not too slowly, and Emperor Xuan's warm sedan chair was carried by eight people, which was very stable. While he was drowsy, An Fu, who was outside, whispered to the inside: "Your Majesty, Fahua Temple has arrived."

Emperor Xuan slightly opened his eyes, those slightly cloudy phoenix eyes finally overcame the sleepiness after several struggles.

He sighed, and said to Fang Zeyin who had already got up and supported him, "I am old!"

After finishing speaking, before Fang Zeyin could answer and shook his head, he walked towards the thick brocade curtain embroidered with bright yellow golden silk thread. After Chuchen took a look at Fang Zeyin who was full of confusion and didn't know what to say, he followed and said: " Your Majesty, the blessings are as good as the sky, and the prosperity will last for thousands of years."

As he said this, Emperor Xuan, who had already locked his brows tightly and carved the hanging needle pattern in the center of his brows deeper, raised the corners of his drooping lips slightly.

"Chu Chenzi, it's your mouth that speaks nicely. Look at that kid Fang, he's so straightforward that people love and hate him at the same time!"

After finishing speaking, he smiled and got out of the soft sedan chair with Taoist priest Chuchen one after the other.

Fang Zeyin looked at the bright yellow shoulders that were still bent despite his efforts to straighten up with a complex expression, and sighed in his heart.

Emperor Xuan stepped on Xiao Lizi's back and got out of the soft sedan chair, and Queen Queyang, concubines and princes in the carriage behind him also got out of the carriage.

After standing still, he rested his hand on Anfu's arm, looked up at the plaque of Fahua Temple, and smiled helplessly on his aging face.

I'm afraid Hua Sui will never come again next year.

Sighing deeply, he turned half his body to look at the eldest prince Hua Qingli, the third prince Hua Luochao, and the eighth prince Hua Zhongqi who were following him. One of these three people will come here to pay their respects to him at this time next year. Let's face it!
(End of this chapter)