The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"Father in law, please get up!" Zhong Mingzheng was so busy that he helped Zhao Ruhai to get up, and said politely, "is it the father and the emperor who has something to say to his mother? Can we avoid it? "

"Yes, it's the long live master who ordered the servants to come and send messages," Zhao Ruhai nodded, looking at Zhong Mingzheng, and then said, "the long live Master said that if the third highness is also there, you don't have to avoid it. You just heard the words together with your mother."

Oracles?

Isn't it a message?

Zhong Mingzheng and Zhao Guifei looked at each other, and then they knelt down together: "my concubine and my son listen to the order!"

"It's still my own son to punish the emperor. Now, the emperor has learned a lesson. I think it's enough now. I don't need others to act for me. I don't need two orders for Ninggu pagoda. If there's something different, I'll catch up with it and give it to you." Zhao Ruhai said in a deep voice. When he had finished speaking, Zhao Ruhai bowed slightly to the two men. "I'm leaving."

Zhao Ruhai went out of the hall. Zhong Mingzheng was so busy that he helped Zhao Guifei to get up. He looked at Zhao Guifei uneasily: "mother, father, this is Is this blaming us for meddling in the abolition of the crown prince? "

"No, he's thinking about his poor cousin again," said concubine Zhao, biting her teeth. "It's just a wicked bitch who has kept him thinking for so many years..."

"What do you mean, princess?" Zhong Mingzheng is confused.

"It's nothing," Zhao Guifei said to Zhong Mingzheng after drinking all the tea in the cup. Then she said to Zhong Mingzheng, "I'll tell you to get our people out of ningguta. It doesn't matter whether the prince is alive or dead in the future

"Yes, my son does." Zhong Mingzheng bowed.

On the fifth day of May, the thirty second year of Jiasheng, ningguta.

On this day of Dragon Boat Festival, Zhong Mingwei finally ate the big stuffed bun that ah Chou said.

Shepherd's purse was dug by ah Chou early in the morning. The leaves and tender roots of ah Chou were washed clean. He chopped shepherd's purse, mixed with fans prepared in the morning, and a bowl of precious pork mince.

"Guess what the stuffing is?" After steamed the steamed bun, ah Chou brought it in happily and put it in front of Zhong Mingwei. "Besides shepherd's purse and fans, there are also good things beside it? See if you can guess. "

Zhong Mingwei looks at the plump steamed bun in front of him, and at ah Chou's crooked eyes. He can't help grinning. This girl has been chopping stuffing since last night. Is it true that he can't hear anything?

"I don't know." Zhong Mingwei, looking at ah Chou's face, could not hide his complacency. He planned to play a fool to fulfill the girl's complacency.

"It's meat! Didn't I tell you that I bought meat specially? Hey, hey, there are still four or five Jin of meat. I've pickled it, enough for us to eat for many days. "Ah Chou was more proud of it. He broke off a big bun and sent it to Zhong Mingwei. Baba asked," is it fragrant? "

Zhong Mingwei looked at the big oily bun and couldn't help but take a few more mouthfuls of it. It's really a strange smell of wild vegetables. He didn't eat it, but when he looked at it like this, he knew it must be delicious. He didn't care about ah Chou, opened his mouth and took a bite. Then he was yelled by the hot grinning.

"Did I let you eat it? Didn't you smell it? How dare you eat so hot? " Ah Chou was so worried that he was so busy that he left the bun and took a bowl of water from the table! Don't bubble! "