The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 659 Final Words His Highness's Little Runaway Wife ([-])
In the inn room, there is a small square table.

It was rare for Huangfuzhi not to have a safe meal, poking the rice grains with bamboo chopsticks, and said in a muffled voice:

"Father, where do you think mother will go next? Have you returned to the palace?"

"Do not."

He was also not in the mood to eat, staring at the unmoved plate of steamed fish in front of him, lost in thought.

The last place she mentioned was Nanyanzhou.

Although this state is not big, it is not so easy to find a person from five counties.

He squeezed the center of his eyebrows, regretting not listening to her at the time.

I don't know the name of the specific county, and I don't know why I went there. The crowd is so huge, it can be called looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Zhao Xin, send a few teams to search the madam's carriage in the southern Yanzhou border without disturbing the local people."

"Yes, master."

We had to use some troops.

Girl, where are you?

South Yanzhou, Baoling County.

An early morning stall was bustling with activity. Uncle Zhang took a copper coin from a customer, raised his eyes and saw a pretty figure, and called enthusiastically:
"Miss Su, old rules?"

"Yes, add a piece of rice cake." She replied with a smile.

Wearing a simple plain shirt and skirt, not wanting to provoke gossip like a "widow", she simply combed the girl's hair in a bun.

In this way, the elderly daughter who turned herself into the head of the family has no alternative vision.

Put the empty bowl aside, pour a large scoop of smooth white fat, pour a little sugar syrup, sprinkle with chopped almonds, it is hot and fragrant.

"Sweet bean curd—be careful it's hot!"

Then, a small plate containing purple rice cakes was placed in her hand.

"Miss Su has a really good appetite." Uncle Zhang teased, "You have been visiting for more than ten days in a row, not only are you not tired, but you are eating more and more."

She took a small bite of the rice cake, which was soft and not sticky to her teeth, and couldn't wait to swallow a spoonful of bean curd, squinting her eyes in satisfaction.

The stomach that felt empty all night was finally relieved.

"That's your old skill." She praised.

Before coming to Baoling, I never thought that bean curd could be sweet.

It should be said that if you encounter it, you probably won't touch it.

In the early morning of the day when she could arrive, when she was wandering in the street, clutching her uncomfortable and churning chest, she suddenly smelled this sweet smell.

The greedy worm in my stomach couldn't help but become active.

So, it was out of control.

"Hey, I admit what you said." Uncle Zhang waved his big spoon arrogantly, "How many neighbors are reluctant to move for decades-old brands, just like us!"

"Okay, stop bragging, hurry up, get a bowl of syrup!" Someone urged with a smile.

"Second Master Li, a bowl of sweet syrup—"

The bustling town kicked off the day amidst shouts and bursts of smoke.

She ate and drank enough, got up and stretched.

Breathing the fresh air, feeling the different local conditions and customs, the dull and depressed mood has improved a lot.

Returning to the temporary residence, nibbling on snacks, he looked at the account books for a while.

At noon, the cook knocked on the door: "Miss Su, do you want to eat?"

Her stomach grunted at the right time, and she hurriedly said, "Yes."

Half a chicken, a bowl of rice, half a plate of vegetarian dishes, plus a sweet soup.

She touched her slightly protruding belly, and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Eating a lot of Hesse for two days a day may be regarded as a result of pleasure and relaxation.

It can last more than ten days...

After ruling out all possibilities, a neglected matter came to mind.

"No way?" She propped her chin, wanting to cry without tears.

If true, the consequences would be serious.

(End of this chapter)