Fu Tong'er looked up and saw that it was King Hui, followed by Hong Yusu.
"Brother Su!" Fu Tong'er stood up.
Emperor Jing put down his bowl and chopsticks.
"Qixuan, what are you doing here!"
King Hui sat down and said, "I am your son, and I am here to have dinner with you, my father."
"Outrageous. Get out!"
King Hui was still sitting there motionless. Hong Yusu looked at Fu Tong'er with the Dragon Slaying Sword in his arms. Seeing that her clothes were intact, he finally felt relieved.
Emperor Jing pushed Fu Tong'er down to sit.
King Hui sat at the lower seat and glanced at Fu Tong'er.
He said: "Tong'er, I beat you and treated you badly before, and I want to make it up to you. I have written a letter to your motherland, and I believe your brother will receive it in a few days. After you go back, don't come to Dayan again. You are a girl, why did you run so far away alone? The only thing I can do for you is to prevent you from becoming the imperial concubine of your father."
King Hui paused and looked here.
Fu Tong'er saw that his skin, which was as sickly as snow, was actually slightly red, as if he had drunk alcohol.
"Have you been drinking?" Fu Tong'er asked.
"A little." King Hui choked up a little, lowered his eyes, and said helplessly, "I didn't get drunk like before."
Fu Tong'er looked at the pair of slender eyes and eyebrows, feeling calm.
"Since you've already forgotten the Ninth Prince and everything that happened over the past six months, I'm sure Heaven saw how much hardship you've endured and wanted to give you a chance to make a fresh start."
Fu Tong'er lowered her head and raised her eyebrows slightly.
The tall, strong, middle-aged man who was pressing down on her appeared in her mind, Jiu Ye.
"You have lost your memory." Emperor Jing touched Fu Tong'er's head, bent down, supported himself on the table, and stared at Fu Tong'er's big eyes.
Fu Tong'er stared at the dragon on Emperor Jing's chest!
Baring its fangs and claws, if it were worn by Jiu Ye...
She missed him again.
"It's good to have amnesia," Emperor Jing stroked the back of her head again, "The amnesia starts with me. Just be at ease and be your Imperial Consort, the mother of the country. I will cherish you well. Ninth brother, you only make you worry and fear, I can give you peace."
Fu Tong'er just felt hungry, very hungry.
"You guys chat, I'll eat something," Fu Tong'er picked up a pair of chopsticks to pick up some food.
Emperor Jing stopped her and said, "You are the imperial concubine," and winked at Xiao Changzi.
"Hey." Xiao Changzi picked up every dish for Fu Tong'er.
Fu Tong'er feels sick when she sees meat or fish.
"I don't want to eat these."
Seeing Fu Tong'er like this, Hong Yusu became even more worried. She might be pregnant with Jiu Ye's child.
But this time is too short.
Could they be twins?
Xiao Changzi didn't know what to do and could only look to Emperor Jing for help.
Emperor Jing put his arm around Fu Tong'er's shoulders, one hand resting on the table. "You must eat more. You are still young, so take good care of yourself. Give me a prince next year, and I will make him the Crown Prince of Dayan."
King Hui: "Father! No!"
Without even raising his head, Emperor Jing glanced at Prince Hui and said, "Qixuan, why are you butting in when your elders are talking?"
After saying this, he turned to Fu Tong'er and said, "Yan'er, as long as it's your child and mine, I will no longer take concubines after I establish you as the Crown Prince. I know that you have a different mindset from other women. If you want to be together for the rest of your life, I can grant you that."
Fu Tong'er turned and looked up at the forty-something face of Emperor Jing and said, "Your Majesty, I am Fu Tong'er. Not Yan'er. Your Majesty, I'm mistaken."
It started to rain heavily outside.
"I'll have some of that plum blossom soup. It looks delicious." Fu Tong'er only wanted to eat some liquid food. She felt like vomiting just looking at the meat and fish.
When he heard about plum blossom soup, King Hui looked up. He remembered that when Fu Tong'er had just been with Master Jiu, the three of them had dinner together once, and Master Jiu ordered someone to make plum blossom soup. Fu Tong'er ate a bowl herself and also served another bowl to Master Jiu.
Jiu Ye doesn't like sweet food, but he likes the food she serves.
Could it be that Fu Tong'er is faking amnesia?
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