Crown Princess, you have been dug up again

Chapter 472 Father, Stop Pretending

"Ouch!" Ye Tianchen grinned in pain.

When people outside heard the movement, they hurriedly asked, "Fifth Prince, what's wrong with you, is there something wrong with the Emperor?"

Ye Tianchen glared fiercely at the father on the dragon couch: "It's okay, my prince accidentally kicked the corner of the table, my father is very well, you continue to watch the night."

"Yes." The people outside were ordered to stay where they were.

In the room, Ye Tianchen grinned in pain, and looked over with displeased eyes: "Father, I am your own son, are you trying to murder your own son?"

The emperor was so angry that his face turned black: "You little bastard, didn't you say you wanted to stay and take care of me? You actually got someone to lift the bed and come in to sleep by yourself. Is there anyone who takes care of me like this?"

"Father is almost done. It's not that you're really uncomfortable. Be careful of pretending too much and being known by everyone, let's see who will care about you in the future." Ye Tianchen muttered.

He was originally summoned by the emperor, and when he came to the palace, the old man took out 1 taels of silver bills and asked Ye Tianchen to sell pickles to Ye Tianhan, and said that he was also his father, so he would get a half discount , Get two altars back.

Ye Tianchen did as he did, and went to find his second brother to pick up pickles, and after returning to his mansion for a meal, he was notified by the imperial guards, saying that the emperor was seriously unconscious, Ye Tianchen naturally didn't believe it.

Just now, I told myself to bring back two jars of pickled vegetables with my ear up, and if it wasn't for two jars, I wouldn't let myself come back, but in the end I just lay down and couldn't move, the devil would believe it.

"What are you talking about, little bastard? I'm already uncomfortable." The emperor blew his beard and stared.

"Yes, it's because you're not feeling well, and it's because your throat hurts from eating pickles, so don't be pretentious about such a small problem. If you lie down, the eldest brother and the second brother will probably have a fight." Ye Tianchen complained.

The emperor was exposed on the spot, and his face was a little uncomfortable, but he naturally wouldn't admit it: "Bastard, I got angry and felt uncomfortable. What does it have to do with pickles? What's more, I asked you to make pickles." Did you get the vegetables back yet?"

"Of course, I can't do things well, but the second brother said that even if you are your own father, you can't get a half discount, because it's pickled by others. If he made it himself, he shouldn't give it to you for free, but someone else's has After negotiating the price, you can't break your promise." Ye Tianchen said flickeringly.

Although the second brother didn't say anything except the first sentence, Ye Tianchen could tell that the second brother was selling it to someone else.

If someone with the identity of the second brother can sell it as a proxy, the other party must not be underestimated.

On the one hand is the father, on the other is the second elder brother, neither Ye Tianchen can afford to offend, so I can only say this.

"This stingy second child, you still have a bit of conscience, pickles, hurry up and bring them over to me to have a look." The emperor urged.

Only then did Ye Tianchen take out the two jars that were placed in the corner of the room when he just arrived.

After being informed that the emperor was unconscious, Ye Tianchen came over with the jar in his arms. Just when everyone was worried and no one was paying attention, Ye Tianchen put the jar behind the entrance door, and then walked in ostentatiously.

The emperor couldn't wait any longer, got up from the bed and took a jar, opened it, smelling the tangy smell of sauerkraut, he was extremely happy.

"That's the taste." The emperor said, reaching out for a piece of pickled cabbage without hesitation, and started to eat it.

While eating, while aftertaste, that is called a enjoyment.

(End of this chapter)