It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 19 A Piece of Soft Osmanthus Cake
"What? The world is mine now. Everything in Dajin belongs to me. I can do whatever I want!" Sima Zhong's voice became louder again.

Everyone in Tianyuan Hall knelt down. Zhang Liangxue peeked at Zhang Du, who was also kneeling down, and sighed heavily.

With such a big movement, Sima Lun and the others naturally rushed over at a trot, but were blocked by Zhang Liangxue and Zhang Du who were kneeling at the door.

Seeing this situation, the Yang family father and son couldn't help but become anxious and wanted to enter the dormitory, but because there were still Sima Lun and others standing in front of them, they had to stop first.

The two Yang brothers looked into the hall, their hands already clenched into fists.

"What? You said I was wrong again?" Sima Zhong also saw these people at the door, and his mood obviously turned bad again. "Isn't it just that I threw away a comb? What's the big deal? I'll give the queen a few more combs later."

Seeing that everyone was still silent, Sima Zhong also frowned, "Sure enough, Concubine Li is right. You all think that I am disobedient and act recklessly."

"What else did Concubine Li say?"

No one dared to answer the emperor's words, they all knelt there and remained silent.

Only Yang Xianrong raised his head and looked at Sima Zhong. There was no fear in his eyes, but he seemed to be chatting with him.

"She said she is the best to me, and she means it sincerely." Sima Zhong's black eyes solidified a little.

"For example?" Yang Xianrong actually stood up and gently straightened her crimson dress, "Did she give the emperor something delicious?"

"...This...seems not." Sima Zhong was stunned, looking at Yang Xianrong who stood up. The girl's figure was graceful and graceful.

"Humph, how can this be good for the emperor?" Yang Xianrong had a pretty face and took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the food box next to the dressing case. "Would the emperor want to eat a piece? This concubine's mother-in-law just made this." It’s good to take it into the palace, I haven’t eaten it yet, it’s a little warm.”

"Delicious?" Sima Zhong's expression was blank again.

"Of course it's delicious, otherwise why would I, my concubine, be waiting so eagerly for the banquet when my father and brother come home today." Yang Xianrong smiled brightly. "They were afraid that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake would get cold, so they specially wrapped the food box with a small quilt."

"Oh, then I want to have a taste." Sima Zhong stretched out his hand towards Yang Xianrong, "By the way, what do you want?"

"What?" Yang Xianrong looked at him with some confusion, "What do you want?"

"Why are you so stupid?" Sima Zhong even laughed, "Of course it's an exchange of things. You gave me the osmanthus cake, and I will give you something else."

"Didn't you comb the jade comb?" Yang Xianrong tilted his head and glanced at the broken jade comb lying quietly on the felt.

"Wait a moment." Sima Zhong walked over a few steps and picked up the fragments of the jade comb, but the sharp edge instantly cut Sima Zhong's finger, causing blood to flow out.

"Your Majesty! Be careful." Zhang Du knelt at the door and wanted to get up to check the situation, but then he thought that there were so many people here and the Queen was here, so it seemed inappropriate for him to run over.

Just when he stood up slowly, Yang Xianrong had already walked over quickly and held Sima Zhong's hand, "Osmanthus cake is not worth much, what is the emperor going to do? A jade comb in exchange? Hey, it doesn't matter. Yes. If you think it tastes good, just tell me, and I will learn to make it too. You can come and eat it at any time. Look, your hands are broken now, how painful it is."

Yang Xianrong's small hands were not even half as big as Sima Zhong's palm, and they were soft and white, which made Sima Zhong fascinated for a moment.

"It doesn't hurt." He didn't dare to move his hand because Yang Xianrong was gently blowing on the wound. "Is it the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus cake? Or the aroma of the Queen?"

"Oh, what did the emperor say?" Yang Xianrong blushed, "Of course the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is fragrant."

"Oh." Sima Zhong let Yang Xianrong hold his hand and sat down, "Then I want to try the osmanthus cake." "Okay." Yang Xianrong was not polite and stuffed the osmanthus cake in his other hand. Entered Sima Zhong's mouth.

At this time, Zhang Du had already ran over, and Zhang Liangxue also rushed over with the medicine box and asked: "Master, should I call the imperial doctor?"

"Go, go quickly." The concern on Zhang Du's face did not seem to be fake. Yang Xianrong on the side glanced at him secretly, but just said to Sima Zhong: "It's delicious, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's fragrant and soft." Sima Zhong finished the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in two bites, "Here's another piece."

"Okay." Yang Xianrong smiled and called Lu Zhu, "Go and get that food box."

Only then did Lu Zhu dare to stand up and quickly placed the food box on the round table in front of Sima Zhong.

"Pour some more hot tea. This sweet-scented osmanthus cake is most delicious with hot tea." Yang Xianrong did not look at her, but still looked at Sima Zhong with a smile, and asked softly: "Your Majesty, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Sima Zhong focused all his attention on the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and even wanted to use his injured hand to squeeze the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Yang Xianrong immediately grabbed him, frowned and said, "My hands are dirty. Let the imperial doctor take a look at them later. Anyway, these sweet-scented osmanthus cakes belong to the emperor, so don't be in a hurry."

"Oh." Sima Zhong looked at Yang Xianrong and suddenly laughed, saying, "You look like my queen mother."

"Hey, I am the youngest?"

"No, that's just the way he said it." Sima Zhong's expression drifted for a moment, "Concubine Li is not like this, she will ask for gifts."

"What gift do you want?"

"It's just those jewels, coral trees, etc. How boring."

Yang Xianrong picked another piece of osmanthus cake from the food box and put it in Sima Zhong's mouth. Zhang Du was stunned when he saw it, and whispered: "Queen, this is against the rules."

"Afraid of being poisonous?" Yang Xianrong asked directly, which made Zhang Du cough twice before adding, "I don't dare."

"I want to eat a piece too." She pursed her lips, picked a piece and put it in her mouth, "Your Majesty, my mother made this for me, I also want to eat a piece."

"Yes." Sima Zhong just looked at the woman in front of him and said nothing.

The imperial doctors rushed over quickly and saw that Sima Zhong was still busy eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake, with his injured hand being held by the queen. The scene was quite heartwarming.

The scratched wound was actually very small and didn't bleed much.

However, this is an injury to the dragon's body, so it is naturally a big event.

The doctors followed the process meticulously, from disinfecting to checking whether there were any debris left in the wound, then sprinkling powder and wrapping it, and then it was considered complete.

Sima Zhong didn't speak during the whole process, just concentrating on eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake and watching the sheep show their faces.

Yang Xianrong just looked at Sima Zhong, this old and foolish emperor, with a smile.

(End of this chapter)