The sun in the sky was like a ball of fire, and the ground was as hot as a burning stove. There were fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the street than usual. The vendors looked at their stalls listlessly, and shouted from time to time. There were few businesses all day long, and it was difficult to do business.

The inspection in and out of the city was much stricter. The soldiers guarding the city checked the people in and out of the city roughly, and said impatiently, "Go, go."

The people who were allowed to leave the city hurriedly carried their baskets in, fearing that they would be stopped by the soldiers guarding the city if they were late. Since ancient times, people have been afraid of officials. The big swords on the waists of officials may be suddenly pulled out and faced at ordinary people like them who are unarmed. They can't fight these officials.

There are many more people from other places in the city, and many of them are from the north.

The number of beggars begging on the street is increasing day by day. They think that they can at least have a meal and not starve to death when they come to the emperor's feet. However, they don't know that it is more difficult than they imagined.

"Master, this is sent by Nanyang." Shopkeeper Fang handed the prescription sent by Nanyang to the master, rubbing his hands beside him, waiting for the master's order.

"Okay, Uncle Fang, you arrange someone to do it immediately." Fang Ziye opened the book and read it at a glance, with a rare smile on his face.

This prescription was delivered just in time, just at this time, Fengdu City was as hot as a furnace, and this thing was most needed. There are many people in Fengdu who have no money. The ice stored in some mansions is only used by the masters and wives. Concubines and servants can't get any. I think these people are willing to spend some money to buy some ice to use.

As long as the Zinu doesn't come, it won't affect the lives of the masters and wives in Fengdu. Fang Ziye believes that the man will never let the Zinu come to Fengdu. Now they are short of money, and this recipe is enough for them to make a fortune.

"Yes, I'll find someone to do it right away." Shopkeeper Fang responded, took the prescription and walked away happily. The money in the prescription was all silver. He seemed to see a pile of white silver in front of him, and even his pace became faster.

"Master, have a drink of water." Ershun fanned his master with a palm-leaf fan. Knowing that his master was not feeling well, he served him more carefully, fanning him with the palm-leaf fan. The weather was so hot that even the wind was scalding. Who knew how long this day would be hot.

Fang Ziye took the cup and drank it sip by sip, his eyes looking at the ground, and no one knew what he was thinking. It was not

until it was dark outside that the carriage returned to the small courtyard.

The servant in the mansion saw his master coming back. Knowing that his master had the habit of taking a bath as soon as he came back, he walked up to his master, bowed and said, "Master, the medicinal bath is ready. Are you going to..."

"Send me to my room." Without waiting for him to finish, Fang Ziye left a message and asked the servant to take him to his room. He couldn't stand the pain and itching on his body anymore. He hurried back to his room and wanted to take off all his clothes.

The water for bathing in the room was soon ready. The servant who brought the water in left the room and closed the door.

He took off his clothes one by one and hung them on the screen. When he finally hung a white undergarment, he stepped on the ground with one bare foot and walked towards the bathtub step by step. He stepped on the stool and entered the bathtub.

The person who sat in the water closed his eyes and sat in the tub. There was a large red spot on his white chest. Some places were broken by the friction of clothes. It was blood red as if it was bleeding, and it was spotted.

In fact, the physique of Xiaobaoer and Erbaoer is like his mother. When the weather is hot, they are prone to heat rash after sweating and soaking. Fang Ziye is a person who is very afraid of heat. He will feel itchy all over after sweating. In the past, when it was like this, he would go to a cool place to hide and try to sit in the house to prevent himself from sweating.

But now there are many things to do, and he can't hide from the cool.

He sweated from running outside every day, and red spots appeared on his body. He wanted to scratch it off because it was itchy, but he had to resist scratching it, otherwise he would be the one who would suffer in the end. Therefore, he would take a medicinal bath every day after coming back from outside. The red spots would fade away and his body would feel better.

He had been taking this medicinal bath for several years, and the effect was very good, but it was a bit serious this year.

People who came at night saw that everyone in the bed was asleep. Fang Ziye woke up suddenly when he felt the person close to him. He reached out to push him in a daze, "Hot..." and pushed him to move inside.

Half awake, Fang Ziye knew who was coming, but even if there was ice all around the room, he still felt hot. Whenever the person approached, he would hide inside. The bed was so small that he had nowhere to hide.

"..." His Royal Highness the King of Wings was pushed away.

Even if there were ice all around the room, Fang Ziye still couldn't sleep well at night because of the heat.

"Hot, huh? Then can I fan you with a cattail leaf fan?" Feng Lingxiao smelled a medicinal scent that was a little familiar. He then remembered that when he was holding Erbaoer in his arms, Erbaoer also had this scent on his body. He thought that Erbaoer was just like his mother. Knowing that Fang Ziye would not let the servants come to the room to serve him at night, so no one was left in the room to serve him, Fourth Master Feng grabbed the cattail leaf fan beside him and fanned him willingly. Only Fang Ziye could enjoy the emperor-like treatment from Fourth Master Feng. Even the old emperor had been served like this by his son.

With someone fanning him and the wind, Fang Ziye felt a little more comfortable. He vaguely thought about the person behind him fanning him instead of the servants. A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Hearing the person's breathing slowly and evenly, Feng Lingxiao knew that the person had fallen asleep, so he reached out to pick him up and held him in his arms. The person in his arms was wearing only a thin undergarment, without even underwear underneath. His throat was rolling, but he couldn't bear to wake him up again at this moment, so he fanned him with the palm-leaf fan in his hand from time to time. The

person who slept at night felt much more at ease and slept soundly.

When he woke up the next day, he didn't know when the person who fanned him at night had left. Fang Ziye saw the medicine bottle on the bedside, and the parts of his body that had been rubbed with medicine, and he felt much more comfortable when he woke up.

His collar was half open, and there was a red kiss mark on it, which was unusually conspicuous. Needless to say, it was left there by someone who came at night. He vaguely remembered that the man seemed to have said something to him at night, but he couldn't remember what it was for a moment.

The servant waiting outside heard the sound in the house and asked softly if the master had woken up. After getting a response, he pushed the door open and went into the house to serve the master.

It had not rained in the north for a long time, and there were floods and plagues in the south. The old emperor, with his seriously ill body, wanted to go to the Longtan Temple in Xiangshan to offer sacrifices, pray for rain for the people, and pray for the weather to be good and the country to be peaceful and the people to be safe.

The emperor's trip was not a trivial matter. The Ministry of Rites prepared for the emperor's trip for a full half month before arranging all the relevant matters.

This day was the day when the emperor was traveling. The people in Fengdu City stood on both sides of the street, waiting with their heads raised, waiting for the emperor's carriage to arrive.

Seeing the road blocked by soldiers and hearing what the people were talking about, Fang Ziye, who was standing outside the crowd, remembered what the man had said to him last night. He said that he would accompany them to Xiangshan and would be gone for a few days before coming back.

"Hu-yi-hu-yi-hu-yi" The sound of the long trumpet that could be heard from afar was sacred and solemn, as if it penetrated the entire Fengdu City.

The cavalry went first, and saw the ceremonial guard coming from afar, followed by the band, and behind it was the emperor's jade carriage. The yellow color with golden dragons carved on it was particularly conspicuous among the ceremonial guards. The princes and officials followed behind, with strict guards.

A long team, standing at the head, you can't see the end, standing at the tail, you can't see the end. Even such a small trip of the emperor has reached more than 10,000 people.

The people on both sides cheered. As the emperor's procession passed by, the people on both sides knelt down and shouted "Long live the emperor".

"Master." Ershun saw that the master was standing and not kneeling, so he hurriedly reminded him.

After being pulled by the little slave beside him, Fang Ziye knelt down with the others.

"Long live the emperor..."

"Long live the emperor..."

As the procession passed by, the people kneeling in the crowd looked up and found the King of Wings riding a horse behind the jade carriage.

The King of Wings riding on a tall horse looked at the dark crowd, and it seemed that he met the eyes of the people looking at him. However, the procession was moving forward, and the people following the procession were also moving forward. The person kneeling on the ground fell behind, and the distance between the two people was getting farther and farther.

"Master, look, that's our master." The little slave also saw the master riding on the big horse, with a happy smile on his face. Every citizen of Dayong felt very proud to see the emperor's procession, and Ershun was no exception. Seeing

the master in the procession, the little slave seemed to have forgotten that he didn't like the master on weekdays, and his mood was different when he saw him now.

A long team passed by, with no end in sight, and soon the man could no longer be seen, so Fang Ziye withdrew his gaze. After the procession passed, the people kneeling on the ground got up one by one.

"Master, let's get up." Ershun stood up and stretched out his hand to help his master up. The guards behind him stretched out their hands to protect his master and the loyal little slave.

Fang Ziye stood up, took a look and prepared to leave.

The people were very happy to see the emperor's procession. His Majesty went to the temple to pray for rain for their great phoenix. The people were all hoping that it would rain so that the crops in the fields could grow and the invading Zinu could be driven away by the imperial army. They all placed their hopes on the emperor who went to the temple to offer sacrifices.