I was vying for favor with four big daddy

Chapter 502 Brother Don't Move Around

Under Bu Chen's and Yan Gui's incomprehensible gazes, the aggrieved, weak and helpless Crown Princess honestly returned to the palace.

The palace was brightly lit, and carriages came out of the palace one by one.

All the warehouses of the Ministry of Internal Affairs were opened, and countless clothes and jewelry, as well as various utensils for patrolling, were moved out.

The imperial guards are also ready to go. The guard of honor and the road from the palace to Lijing need to be confirmed repeatedly. The streets are cleaned and they have to be busy all night.

Chenyue Palace is heavily guarded, and Tang Bi leads his confidantes to sort out all kinds of documents that need to be prepared on the patrol road; Xuan Mo is confirming the accommodation along the way with Mingwu Ci.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites and the cabinet confirmed the list of accompanying officials, and the whole palace was buzzing for a while.

As soon as Tangtang appeared, she was overwhelmed by the crowd. One wave sent away, and three waves came. The pillars in the hall looked like guards holding weapons.

She was lying on the desk, her eyes were slack, she was dying, and the officials under the phoenix seat who reported the matter were still buzzing.

"Bah-"

The gold screen behind the phoenix seat rang softly, Tangtang pricked up her ears, and slowly turned her eyes away from the person His Highness was speaking: "Who?"

A paper bag came out of the carved gap in the middle and lower part of the screen, and it was shaken up and down twice.

Tangtang stretched out two fingers and pinched it secretly, her face was serious and serious, even with a bit of majesty, but the little hand hidden behind her back was shaking non-stop.

The paper bag was opened, and it smelled like a warm meatloaf.

reed——

Tangtang's eyes lit up instantly, there was meat to eat!

But the crowd is open to everyone, so it shouldn't be too obvious, so she slowly pulled a memorial and put it on the table.

The big eyes looked around, as if everyone was looking at the person who was talking, and no one noticed Tangtang, very nice.

She suddenly lowered her head, hid behind the memorial, and took a bite of the meatloaf in a hurry——

It smells so good, so delicious, so... oh, it seems that I bit my tongue, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!
A soft sigh came from behind the screen: "Slow down."

Brother Yangui?

Tangtang's painful tears were about to come down, she sniffled her little nose, and just about to say something, she heard someone call her: "Your Highness, Your Highness the Empress Dowager?"

She pressed the patty under her tongue and craned her neck to look.

The minister who spoke couldn't help but sighed when he saw her crying face: "His Royal Highness is compassionate, it's really a blessing for the Confucian scholars in Nan'an. "

Ok?
What does this have to do with Confucian students?

The minister also pretended to be moved and wiped his tears: "Does Your Highness mean to release all the Confucian scholars who have been imprisoned?"

Tangtang moved her already numb tongue: "Death (release) death (release)..."

The minister with tears streaming down his face never expected her to say such words, and his mouth couldn't close his mouth in surprise:

"Have arrested more than 100 Confucian scholars, if they don't release them, do they still have to kill them all? Think twice, Your Highness!"

The rest of the ministers also knelt down in unison: "Your Highness the Empress Dowager, think twice."

Tongue Tangtang: "Yes (Thinking) is (Thinking)..."

Everyone trembled even harder: "Your Highness must not."

Tangtang was about to cry, gobbled it voraciously, and straightened her tongue: "I don't want to kill, I will make a decision when Bengong arrives."

"……Yes."

After such a lot of tossing, the minister was so frightened that the two trembled, and the speed of speaking increased a lot, until a strong smell of meat slowly wafted away.

Who is eating meat?

The ministers were so dazed by the smell of meat that they couldn't speak crisply.

"...two palaces in the Twelve States of Liangxi, two hot peony and jasmine soups, with meat in the soup..."

"puff--"

If Tangtang hadn't covered his mouth in time, the last bite of pancake would have flown.

The ministers also held back their laughter and trembled, and the minister who said something wrong immediately knelt down: "You should die."

"Master Li, get up, what's in the hot spring, you continue to talk." Tangtang bent her big eyes and pushed down the memorial, ah, it's delicious.

"Bah-"

Following Master Li's voice, there was another soft knock on the back of the screen. This time it was a pack of jerky, and the target was not as big as a pancake.

Tangtang's eyes are bone-like, and he puts two pieces into his mouth when he holds the pen, and another two pieces when he bows his head to write.

It was almost midnight, and the ministers left one after another with the smell of meat all over their bodies.

After waiting for everyone to leave, Tangtang's small waist collapsed, and she slumped on the phoenix seat: "Tangtang is so tired, Tangtang is going to melt."

"I am full?"

Yan Gui laughed softly through the screen.

"I'm full, brother, have you eaten yet?" Tangtang jumped up from the phoenix seat with a whoosh, and ran behind the screen.

Yan Gui leaned against the screen and sat on the floor, looking at her softly and gently: "Yes."

"No, brother lied to Tangtang."

She pouted her small mouth, bent over and leaned in front of him, raised her small nose and sniffed:
"Brother's smell is still as clear as a mountain spring, without the smell of meat, is it all left for Tangtang to eat?"

Yan Gui didn't speak, just quietly looked at her beautiful eyes like glass.

The 11-year-old girl's eyebrows and eyes already have the arrogance of the country and the city. It is rumored that the empress dowager of the Liang country grew up in a troubled state.

No matter which monarch you marry in the future, I am afraid that you will be a generation of demon queens.

There are also courageous magicians who set up stalls to tell fortunes, counting her birthday, marriage and offspring, saying that she will harm the common people in the future and so on.

The storyteller in the teahouse also made up all kinds of anecdotes based on these messy rumors, including ghosts and ghosts.

Later, more than a dozen teahouses were bought by the Su family and demolished on the street, the stalls were smashed to pieces by the generals of the Xuanwu Army, and the fortune tellers were hung in the cemetery. The rumors finally stopped.

However, the common people are still spreading how beautiful the crown princess is.

The family who gave birth to a daughter also hung the so-called "Portrait of the Crown Princess" on the head of the child's bed, letting them grow up like the person in the painting.

Although those portraits are not as good-looking as the little girl in front of me.

Such a good little girl, how can I deserve to be by her side when my life is dying?

Yan Gui pursed her lips, but couldn't help reaching out her hand, and stroked her hair, like silk.

He shook, and accidentally knocked off the hairpin on Tangtang's head, and in an instant, the black hair like a waterfall completely spread out.

Yan Gui was a little caught off guard, he looked anxiously into Tangtang's eyes, afraid that she would get angry, and that she would never allow him to approach again in a fit of anger: "I..."

Tangtang blinked her eyes and tugged at her hair: "Brother thinks Tangtang looks good like this?"

"nice."

"Then, my brother's hair should also be let loose."

Tangtang straightened her waist and reached out to grab Yan Gui's hair with a smirk on her face: "Don't move around, be good."

When Bu Chen and Su Qingyun walked around the screen with the food box, what they saw was their daughter with disheveled hair, pinning Yan Gui to the ground and pulling his clothes.

(End of this chapter)