Ming Zhao glanced at Wen's miserable little appearance and snorted in his heart, it was really pretentious!
Wen Xiaotu suddenly discovered that the time on the Western pendulum clock had already passed!
She was overjoyed and said quickly: "Your Majesty, it has been more than half an hour, so I have already retired."
Seeing Wen's attitude of being ready to flee, Ming Zhao suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. What? Am I a savage beast? I was quite brave just now, why am I so timid now?!
"Huh!" Ming Zhao snorted coldly, "Back off!"
Wen Xiaotu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and ran away.
Liang Kunyu outside saw Wen Meiren walking out with red and swollen eyes, and wondered, the emperor was not such a rude person before...
He didn't dare to ask, and quickly asked Qiu Shuang to lead Wen Meiren to the side hall to rest. Liang Kunyu then led the two young eunuchs to enter respectfully, but saw that the emperor was actually sitting on the Arhat couch near the window, not inside.
Inside the bed.
Liang Kunyu bowed and said: "Your Majesty, this servant has asked the Jingshi Room to record the file according to your instructions." - Could it be that Wen Mei was ugly, so the Emperor didn't show mercy to her?
Ming Zhao frowned: Why don't I care about women? Wen is so presumptuous, I just slapped her palm!
Liang Kunyu hurriedly ordered the two accompanying eunuchs in a low voice: "Go and tidy up everything inside."
Ming Zhao: Huh? Clean it up?
His face turned ugly for a moment. How dare this little bitch slave arrange this for me in his mind!
"No need to clean it up, it's very clean inside!" Ming Zhao's face was gloomy, and his tone sounded like frost.
Liang Kunyu was startled. The emperor did not favor Meiren Wen, so why did Meiren scream and cry with red eyes? It couldn't be that the emperor hit Meiren, right?
Ming Zhao's face was dark, she made a mistake, I can't hit her?!
"Get out!" Ming Zhao gritted his teeth and said.
Liang Kunyu was so frightened that she trembled all over. Without saying a word, she led the two sweeping eunuchs and rolled out. She only regretted that she didn't have two more legs.
Emperor Mingzhao took two deep breaths and then managed to suppress his anger. Although I haven't favored my concubines for a long time, why am I like that - this dog slave!
Suddenly, Mingzhao couldn't help but think that even the people around me were making random arrangements in their minds about me, let alone others. What others were thinking in their minds was probably even more outrageous than what Mrs. Wen said!
That being the case, why should I be angry at Mr. Wen's stupid words?
I just think of Mrs. Wen's poor little face crying, that's all. I am magnanimous and don't care about it like an ignorant little girl.
In the side hall, Hongguo served his master to undress, and then he realized that his master's palms were actually red, "That's... Beauty, what's wrong with your hands?" - It looked like something had been slapped...
Hong Guo couldn't help but widen her eyes in shock.
Of course, Wen Xiaotu couldn't say that he was beaten by the emperor, so he hesitated and said, "It was my own accidental injury."
Hong Guo was secretly surprised that sleeping in bed would hurt the palms of her hands? Is the Emperor so unsympathetic to others?!
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." Wen Xiaotu yawned, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."
So she got into bed. After all the hard work today, she was really tired. Within a moment, she could breathe evenly.
Hongguo saw it and thought, is it so hard to sleep in bed? He quickly tucked his beauty's back, lowered the curtains, sat on the carpet, leaned his back against the wall, and fell asleep slowly.
The next morning, after Hongguo helped her put on her clothes, Liang Kunyu, who was by the emperor's side, came and said, "I have seen this beauty, and the emperor ordered you to come over and serve at the banquet."
She had an empty stomach in the early morning, and she still had to serve the emperor for breakfast? Wen Xiaotu felt a little depressed for a moment, but she still had to go.
In the west room of Sheng'an Hall, breakfast has been laid out. His Majesty's breakfast is much thinner than lunch and dinner. The total number of meals is only about twenty dishes, and today's dining table is also
It was not a long table that was at least three meters long, but an Eight Immortals table, but it was also full of tables.
Wen Xiaotu stepped forward to bless himself and straighten his sleeves. He was about to go up to serve the dishes when he heard His Majesty the Emperor calmly say: "Breakfast is simple, so there is no need to serve the dishes. You can sit down too."
Wen Xiaotu's eyes suddenly brightened up. She didn't have to eat leftovers this time?
It's not that she dislikes leftovers. After all, many of His Majesty's leftovers are actually left without using chopsticks. Strictly speaking, they can't be considered leftovers at all.
However, as His Majesty the Emperor ate and she looked at him, he was really suffering.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Wen Xiao Tu Ma Liu thanked him.
Ming Zhao couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth slightly. This Wen family was too straightforward, but he didn't even refuse.
Seeing this, Hongguo quickly presented the fan, and then followed the palace maid and eunuch in front of the emperor to retreat.
Just like the last time he had dinner with the Queen Mother, Wen Xiaotu used a fan as a cover, took off the veil with one hand, and stuffed it into her fat Pipa sleeves.
Ming Zhao saw it and couldn't help but secretly wonder: Is Wen's face...really unsightly?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little pity in my heart.
Wen Xiaotu had already taken off her veil, but found that His Majesty the Emperor hadn't even moved his chopsticks. She looked directly at the Emperor, "Please, I feel like eating! If you don't move, how dare I move?"
Ming Zhao felt something different in his heart when he saw Wen's eyes, "What are you looking at me for?" - Could it be that Wen has delusions about me?
Wen Xiaotu did not dare to urge His Majesty the Emperor to eat quickly. He glanced at the dining table and quickly took the initiative to serve His Majesty the Emperor a bowl of Hericium and duck soup, and presented it respectfully: "Your Majesty, please take a sip of the soup first to moisten your throat."
Ming Zhao had a look of satisfaction on his face. After slapping his palms, Mr. Wen was more well-behaved than before. He took the palace bowl made of Yuguotianqing porcelain. The bowl was small and exquisite, and it was inevitable that he would touch Mr. Wen's tender tenderness.
Yi.
Ming Zhao took a sip of the soup, and then asked casually: "My hand doesn't hurt anymore?"
Wen Xiaotu said sarcastically, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Ming Zhao said calmly: "Remember the lesson and don't do it again in the future."
"Yes, yes!" Please, can you please stop lecturing people at the dinner table? Wen Xiaotu shrank his neck and screamed in his heart.
Fortunately, His Majesty the Emperor finally used his chopsticks to eat his breakfast.
Wen Xiaotu breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a steamed dumpling for himself, and bit into it. The soup was rich and delicious, and it was actually filled with beef!
Although beef is not considered valuable in modern times, in ancient times, there were always strict restrictions on the slaughter of farm cattle. If you slaughtered them at will, you would be sentenced! Even sick cattle must be inspected by the government to make sure they are not cured.
Slaughter is allowed.
Even in the palace, beef is strictly limited. So it has been several months since she traveled back in time, and this is the first time she has eaten beef.