Quickly wear "I am the empress"

When Zhiyu woke up again, her head felt dizzy.

When she felt someone next to her, she didn't open her eyes in a hurry, but summoned the system in her heart.

"Tongzi, it's time to go to work."

"drop........"

"The data has been loaded and is being transferred."

After receiving the information from the system, Zhiyu instantly understood his current identity.

She is now the eldest daughter of Song Renzong Zhao Zhen, Princess Zhao An of Fukang.

"What is her wish?"

System: "If you don't marry Li Wei, don't let her father pass the throne to Zhao Shu."

Zhiyu raised his eyebrows, "No more?"

The system nodded affirmatively, "No more."

"Okay, you go watch TV. I'm a little dizzy. I need to take a rest first."

"Okay, remember to call me if you need anything."

"Ah."

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The next day.

After Zhiyu opened her eyes sickly, she successfully accepted the fact that she had become a six-year-old child.

Looking down at his little arms and legs, Zhiyu looked up to the sky and sighed, "Oh, I have to start pretending to be young again."

But thinking about the era I am in now, at the age of six, it is not bad, there is a lot of room for maneuver...

When Zhiyu was thinking about his future plans in his mind, a gentle voice sounded outside the door.

"Is the princess awake?"

The palace maid shook her head, "Ms. Qi, not yet."

"You go down and make some medicine, then go in and take a look."

"yes ."

As the door opened, a gentle and dignified woman appeared in Zhiyu's sight.

Seeing that Zhiyu was awake, the woman looked happy and walked over quickly: "An'er, you're awake."

Seeing the woman's gentle face, Zhiyu nodded and called softly: "Sister."

The woman put her hand on Zhiyu's head and touched it, and said in a gentle voice: "Sister is here, how is An'er?"

Zhiyu shook his head, "Sister, I'm fine."

Seeing that Zhiyu's forehead was not hot, the woman took back her hand and sighed: "It's okay."

"Sister made the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that you like to eat. After a while, An'er will drink the medicine. Can she give you the sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Zhiyu nodded and acted like a six-year-old girl seriously: "Okay."

Seeing that her daughter was so well-behaved and obedient, the woman sighed with some distress, hoping that God would open her eyes and not take her daughter away...

"Sister, where is daddy? I miss daddy."

Zhiyu pulled the woman's sleeve and shook it, looking confused and pale.

The woman lovingly pressed the corner of the quilt on Bei Zhiyu and said gently: "Where is your father going to court in the morning?"

"If An'er misses your father, can my sister send someone to invite your father?"

Zhiyu nodded, "Okay."

Seeing that Zhiyu agreed so quickly, the woman smiled lovingly and said, "Sister, let someone go and invite your father."

After saying that, the woman looked out the door and said in a gentle voice: "Go and invite the officials."

"Madam, the medicine is ready."

At this moment, the palace maid walked to the bed with the medicine and bowed to the woman.

Lady Miao picked up the medicine on the tray and motioned with her eyes to the palace maid to help Zhiyu up.

"An'er, drink the medicine obediently. When you finish drinking, your father will be here."

After hearing the woman's coaxing words, Zhiyu blinked his confused eyes and drank all the medicine obediently.

However, the taste of this medicine was really not good. After taking the medicine, Zhiyu couldn't help but frown.

Naturally, the woman did not miss Zhiyu's expression. She shook her head amusedly, took a piece of osmanthus cake from another palace maid, and coaxed Zhiyu: "An'er, eat the osmanthus cake."

"Did An'er drink the medicine obediently?"

Zhiyu just took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the woman, and a hearty voice came from far to near.

Hearing this voice, everyone in the dormitory stood up instantly.

"I've met the officials."

Zhao Zhen waved his hand and strode towards the bed, "Everyone, get up."

"Thank you, Guanjia."

"Are An'er feeling better today?"

Seeing the sick Zhiyu on the bed, Zhao Zhen sat down in front of the bed and asked in a loving voice.

Zhiyu put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth, and after dispelling the bitter taste in his mouth, he said: "Dad, I took medicine."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen laughed, touched Mo Zhiyu's head and said with a smile, "An'er is so good."

After that, Zhao Zhen ordered outside: "Go and ask the imperial doctor to come over and diagnose the princess's pulse."

"Yes, official."

Hearing that the imperial doctor was about to be called, Zhiyu quickly pulled Zhao Zhen's sleeve and said with fear on his face: "Dad, I don't want to see the imperial doctor."

Zhao Zhen heard this and touched Zhiyu's head lovingly, "An'er is good. Only when the imperial doctor diagnoses her pulse can An'er's illness be cured."

Wen Yanyu pouted unhappily, "Dad, don't give me the acupuncture."

Zhao Zhen nodded, "Okay, dad asked the imperial doctor not to use acupuncture, An'er shouldn't be afraid."

The resistance on Wen Yanyu's face disappeared a lot, and she pulled Zhao Zhen to talk nonsense: "Dad, An'er saw her second brother today."

"In addition to the second brother, there are a few children I don't know. They want to take An'er out to play. They said it's fun outside and asked An'er to go with them..."

After hearing Zhiyu's words, Zhao Zhen and Miao Zhaorong's expressions changed instantly.

Zhao Zhen's voice was trembling, and he hugged Zhiyu into his arms, with an imperceptible tremor in his choked voice.

"An'er, have you gone out to play with your second brother?"

Zhiyu seemed not to notice the expressions of the two of them, shook her head and said regretfully: "No."

"An'er turned around and didn't see her father and sister. An'er was afraid that her father and sister would be worried, so she didn't go out to play with her second brother."

"Dad, will the second brother blame An'er?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, patted Zhiyu's back with scarlet eyes and whispered, "An'er is so good."

"Second brother won't blame you."

"In the future, if An'er sees her second brother again, she must not leave with him, okay?"

Zhiyu nodded, "Okay."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen sighed tremblingly, turned to look at Miao Zhaorong, whose face was full of tears, and said, "When you have time, give Xin'er more incense."

"If he has a spirit in heaven, let him take good care of An'er."

Miao Zhaorong nodded and said with fear on his face: "Guan family, I will go and offer incense right now."

Zhao Zhen waved his hand: "There is no rush."

"It's not too late to go after An'er goes to sleep."

Miao Zhaorong shook his head and said with a sad face: "Guan family, I'd better go and offer incense first."

"Otherwise, I feel really uneasy."

"Now I only have An'er under my knees. I'm really afraid..."

After hearing this, Zhao Zhen no longer stopped him, "Then you go."

"Come and accompany An'er earlier."

Miao Zhaorong nodded, "I will be back soon."

With that said, Miao Zhaorong left the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and hurried away with the others.

Seeing Miao Zhaorong's thin back, Zhao Zhen's eyes were filled with bitterness.

He has lost many children over the years...

Now he is thirty-four, but he only has An'er at his knees. But God, do you want to take An'er away too?