Concubine to conquer the world

Chapter 78 There are two brushes

"Xia Jianzhao, if I didn't take care of my father's face, I wouldn't be able to forgive you today! I advise you to stop thinking about the prince. Even if you still think about it, you have no chance, right?"

"You can only live in peace with your crippled husband in this palace! If you keep quiet, you may be able to die in peace."

"I will remember this slap today! Let's wait and see who will be respected and who will be humbled in the future!"

After Xia Qingxin said these words, she turned and left angrily, clutching her right cheek, feeling as if she was running away in embarrassment.

Xue'er let out a breath slowly, as if she was relieved from a heavy burden.

What she is absolutely sure of at the moment is that Miss is really not the Miss she used to be!

What kind of powerful character is Second Miss?
But he was beaten by the young lady again and again and was powerless to fight back.

Although this was the scene she had wanted to see for a long time, when she really saw her majestic appearance, apart from three points of admiration and secret pleasure in her heart, the rest was seven points of surprise.

She quietly raised her eyes to look at Xia Jianzhao.

I saw Xia Jianzhao pursed her lips, with a cool smile on the corner of her lips, and a strong chill in her eyes. She nestled back into the rattan chair and flipped through the books with her slender fingers, as if nothing had happened.

Xue'er pursed her lips and silently brewed a cup of hot tea and handed it over. Her young lady's unruffled spirit made her a little more reverent and adored
In the Yongkun Palace, the majestic Ninth Five-Year Lord sat behind the desk, holding a piece of camellia cake between his fingers and savoring it carefully.

Gong Jiu, who was beside him, bowed his waist and watched him from time to time, cautiously not even daring to breathe.

A lot of things happened in the capital these few days, the emperor was in a bad mood, he didn't think about food and drink for a few days, and his spirit lost a lot.

But only at this moment, he looked peaceful.

Looking at the empty plate on the table again, Gong Jiu couldn't help wondering.

Could it be that the camellia cake made by Princess Mu is better than the Manchu banquet prepared in the imperial dining room?

"The skill of the sixth daughter-in-law, there is no second person in the capital."

When Gong Jiuzheng was puzzled, the emperor's slightly deep voice came to his ears.

There are no gorgeous words, but it is an undisguised extreme compliment.

He was surprised that the emperor seldom praised others, but when he did, he would be so generous with his words.

Although this Princess Mu has unfortunate flaws in her appearance, it doesn't seem to affect the emperor's goodwill toward her as always.

It seems that she has two brushes.

"Try it." The emperor pushed the plate in front of Gong Jiu.

After Gong Jiu thanked her, she stooped and took a piece to her mouth and took a bite.

In an instant, all the doubts about Xia Jianzhao disappeared, replaced by amazement.

The pastry chef in the imperial dining room is the best in the whole of Kyoto. However, the pastries made in the imperial dining room are far inferior in taste and texture.

"It melts in the mouth, the fragrance is not greasy, the camellia cake made by the princess is really amazing!" Gong Jiu gave a thumbs up in his heart.

It's no wonder that since the emperor ate the peanut crisps made by Princess Mu last time, he always took a bite of the desserts delivered in the imperial dining room and waved his hand to take them out.

There is indeed a difference in craftsmanship.

"It's Princess Mu who has the heart. As far as I know, every palace has a share. Not only is the princess good at craftsmanship, but she also knows the basics. It's really rare." Gong Jiu humbly said the praise, and the emperor praised him, how could he Those who want to say a few more nice words.

"All the palaces?" The emperor paused the hand that picked up the last piece of cake, and turned to ask Gong Jiu with a frown.

(End of this chapter)