Unexpectedly, the compromise started with Emperor Hongwen. He was such a stubborn person, and this time, he had to send him back for his son.
Only then did she remember that Zhao Li was in exchange for him and wanted to ask about Emperor Hongwen's situation.
Zhao Li came in response, Fangfei asked a few questions, saying that Emperor Hongwen was not very good and had a lot of things in the court. Every day, there were memorials piled up everywhere, and there were no other words.
Fangfei sighed secretly, and did not ask again, but just waved his hand to let him go.
The sunset quietly hid half of the face from half of the mountain.
The child was still jumping with a feather. The years in the mountains made him particularly carefree, giggling from time to time, and for no reason, he would hug Fangfei and kiss him suddenly.
Just like now, he giggled and ran over, his feathers fluttered, and his little hands rolled up: "Empress Dowager, hug..." This time, it was not that he wanted Fangfei to hug him, but that he wanted to hug Fangfei.
Fangfei smiled and let him hold his waist and kept hugging him up.
"The Queen Mother, can't hold it..."
"Hong'er is still young. It will take more than ten years to pick her up."
"How long does it take to wait for more than ten years?"
"It's very fast, just a blink of an eye..."
Just like the spring breeze blowing the seeds, children grow up like this.
She was in the twilight, holding her son's hand and going home.
In the kitchen, the palace maids had prepared all the ingredients.
The child was so sarcastic: "Mrs. Is this going to do a silk-pulled apple?"
She replied softly: "The Queen Mother made Honger a silk-pulled apple. Look, that's what it is done..."
While chewing on a big red apple, the child watched the queen mother wash the apples, peel them, and cut them into small squares. Then, break the eggs into bowls, add dry starch, and mix them into eggs with clean water.
Paste, put apple pieces and hang paste.
The oil pan was already hot, and the child giggled happily when he saw the fire: "Mrs. Queen Mother, please let me do it?"
"How can you do it if you are not as tall as the stove?"