Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 1335 The most suitable person
Seeing that the day of entering the imperial capital to celebrate his birthday is approaching, Qing He also began to prepare luggage for Feng Qian.

The weather was just right, Feng Qian leaned on the beauty's couch, the warm sun covered her body through the window lattice, she felt drowsy again after being exposed to the sun for a long time.

"Your Majesty, you have only selected a few pieces, why are you impatient?" Qing He gathered the dress in her hands, with a somewhat helpless face.

"Aunt Qinghe, I just went to the capital of the emperor to celebrate his birthday. It's not that I moved to the emperor and I won't come back. You have already packed two big boxes for your clothes. It's enough, enough!" Feng Qian yawned and said nothing. Nesting on the beauty couch without image.

Qing He ordered the maid to fetch the newly made clothes from the inner court, and at the same time quickly ordered the selected clothes to be ironed and incensed.

"Your Majesty, if it was before, you wouldn't need to bring so many things. It's just that it took too long to go this time, and your belly will show up again, so the current clothes may not be suitable anymore." Qing He While talking, she looked at the size of the new clothes, even if she was pregnant, she couldn't be sloppy, and their majesty must surprise the audience.

"Shouldn't you just go for a few days? It won't show your bosom!" Feng Qian looked down at her lower abdomen, and suddenly found that it seemed to be a little rounder.She couldn't help reaching out to touch it, and she really didn't feel anything other than a little stuffy from eating.The child was still too young, and only those reactions of pregnancy sickness really reminded her that she was indeed a child's mother.

Seeing Feng Qian's bewildered look, Qing He couldn't help chuckling.

"It's not like going for a few days, Your Majesty, it will take at least five months until you come back from the imperial capital."

"Five months?" Feng Qian was shocked.

Qing He smiled and said: "Your Majesty, this time you will stay in the imperial capital for three full months. When you come back, isn't the child only five months old?"

"what!?"

Feng Qian carefully recalled that when the messenger from the imperial capital came to announce the decree, she was so sleepy that she tried to listen attentively, but the imperial decree was written in official Chinese, and after listening for a long time, she couldn't hear a single useful word, which made her feel dizzy Sleeping, hastily received the decree and rushed to the court again, but I really didn't pay attention to it.

"Just the Spirit Chef Competition will last a month, and you are the judge. In addition to the Star Emperor's birthday, will it take three months for the successive celebrations?" Qing He said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, do you think this crimson palace dress looks good? You must wear it to make your skin look like frost Saixue! Moreover, this dress does not show your belly, it is most suitable for you to wear when attending palace banquets."

Qing He showed Feng Qian enthusiastically, but Feng Qian was still stuck in the "bad news" of going to the imperial capital for three months.

"Why does the Star Emperor celebrate his birthday at this time!"

She leaned weakly on the cushion, sighed softly, and complained.

But a chuckle was heard under the window.

"Who is it?" Feng Qian turned her head to look, not long after, the little prince was hugged by Xuanyuan Che and sat by the window, still smiling.Needless to say, the chuckle just now must be Xuanyuan Che.

"Why is the queen mother complaining like a child!"

Feng Qian's face turned reddish, why did the father and son see her foolish appearance every time.On that side, Xuanyuan Che dragged the little prince into the palace.

The little prince was being taught etiquette recently, and when he saw Feng Qian, he saluted first, and then shouted in a childlike voice: "I will see my mother!"

Before Feng Qian could reply, he got up and ran to Feng Qian's side, leaned close to Feng Qian's abdomen and said, "Hello, sister!"

Seeing that serious look, Feng Qian couldn't laugh or cry. At first, she was worried that Ye'er would be jealous, but now it seemed that Ye'er was looking forward to the arrival of this child more than she, the queen mother.

"What are you doing?" Xuanyuan Che looked at the court ladies lined up, each holding a piece of clothing in their hands.

"Archer, you're here. Aunt Qinghe, let Archer see what you want to choose. I'm really dazzled."

Feng Qian threw all the difficulties to Xuanyuanche, and became the shopkeeper herself.

Seeing her lazy look, Xuanyuan Che smiled slightly, and waved his hand to signal the palace people to retreat.

He took out a wooden box from his sleeve and sat beside Feng Qian.

"Archer, what's the matter?" Feng Qian watched him open the wooden box, and there was a hairpin lying quietly in the box, which looked very familiar.

The Eight Treasures Jade and Pearl Hairpin, didn't they get it from Lan Yueru back then?
Feng Qian couldn't help wondering: "Why did you suddenly take out this hairpin today? Are you going to take it to the imperial capital and dedicate it to the Star Emperor?"

Xuanyuan Che didn't answer, but just picked up the hairpin and inserted it firmly into Feng Qian's temples.

"The queen mother looks so good wearing it!" The little prince immediately praised sweetly.

"You little clever ghost, you can say nice things to make your mother happy!" Feng smiled slightly.

"It's really beautiful!" Xuanyuan Che looked at Feng Qian with tenderness in his eyes, and his tone was complicated, both relieved and nostalgic.

Being stared at so affectionately, Feng Qian was also a little shy. She got up and walked to the bronze mirror, and began to talk about him from left to right: "I wanted to ask you last time, how did you know the origin of this hairpin?"

Xuanyuanche didn't expect her to ask such a question, so he paused before replying: "I heard people talk about it in the imperial capital when I was young."

"Oh," Feng Qian didn't hear the abnormality in his words, but continued: "At this time, after all, it belongs to the star emperor's grandmother, will it be inappropriate for me to carry it?"

Xuanyuan Che walked up to her, looked at Feng Qian in the mirror, and said softly: "You are the most suitable person in this world to wear this hairpin."

Nanyan Palace.

Sikong Junye was instructing the memorials presented by the ministers, after flipping through them for a while, he picked up the vermilion pen on the side and wrote the instructions at the end.

Before he ascended the throne, he often did this when he was still the prince of the Eastern Palace.

When the memorials of the ministers were handed over to the case of King Nanyan, they were always sent to the crown prince's desk first.He will first draw up a solution, and then submit it to the king for review.

His father often just glanced at it, and then instructed the officials below to do it according to the prince's instructions. Anyway, what the prince handed over is already the best solution, isn't it?

That's how he was, holding Nanyan Chaotang in his hands step by step, waiting for the day when King Nanyan's greedy desire would bring himself into hell.

Now, he waited for that day.

He successfully ascended to the throne, and on the first day their father died, the ministers knelt outside the hall to beg for orders, asking Sikong Junye to succeed quickly.

And his younger brother, Sikong Shengjie, has locked himself in the bedroom since the death of his father, and never stepped out, not even showing up for his enthronement ceremony.

When the father was dying, the third younger brother came to the bed, and he strongly demanded to dismiss everyone and "talk" with the father alone.The imperial doctors looked at each other, but the prince Sikong Junye waved his hand and led the people out of the dormitory.

"His Royal Highness, the Third Prince has been in for half an hour, and the old minister is really worried about the king's health..." The imperial doctor was a little confused.

Sikong Junye sneered: "Worried about the king's health? Why, if you go in now, can you cure your father?"

Sikong Junye was waiting outside the palace with the imperial doctor, he had already seen that his father was just returning to the sky, trying to hold on to his spirit.

"The third younger brother is serving the sick by the bed, father and son are in harmony, it's just human nature. What should the imperial doctor worry about!"

(End of this chapter)