Jiajinghou is a person close to Lao Wang, and he usually plays the role of making mud.

Seeing Lao Wang's eyes, he hurriedly took two steps forward to stop An Dinghou and said with a smile, "Marquis Zhao, you can't say anything." Concubine Zheng Guifei was also scared enough today, and she was still sick at this time. ”

"She deserves it!" Zhao Sheng was furious as soon as he said it, "I know that it is not safe to change corpses everywhere now! What kind of garden do you want to visit with the king? If you can't go shopping one day, you will go shopping in the next few days? If it weren't for her, would Your Majesty be frightened? Can the holy face be damaged? She! It's just a shame!"

Zhao Sheng arched his hand towards the king as he spoke, motioned to everyone to look at the small fire bubble on the side of the king's mouth, and beat Zheng Guifei mercilessly.

The king is angry...... He was angry with the son of a sinister!

This Marquis of Anding, it is well known that he leaves no room for speech, and the old king himself once praised this courtier, who was upright and did not dare to admonish, and seemed to have given him a plaque of "loyalty" in his handwriting!

The other courtiers were silent, and the queen's younger brother was angry at Concubine Zheng, where did they dare to interject!

One by one, they lowered their heads and pretended to be dead, which made Lao Wang even more angry!

"You guys, continue to invite the prince out of the customs!" the old king shook his sleeves angrily and left, with a look of indignation, "Until the prince is invited!

Ministers, you look at me, I look at you, all of them show a little bitterness.

I'll you...... What is this called, this is called Hades fighting and the little ghost suffers!

The king couldn't pull his face by himself, and forced them to force a group of hard-working courtiers, so aggrieved!

The most tiring thing is that the black heart of the prince is really unmatched, they have been in the East Palace for so long, and they are stunned that they don't provide a cup of tea......

The little palace maids and little eunuchs who came in and out, when they saw all the adults, they all greeted them very politely, and then they did their own things without squinting, completely ignoring their group of bitter persecutions!

"Andinghou ......," an adult looked at Zhao Sheng with a bitter face.

The latter waved his hand and snorted coldly, "Do it yourself! Ben Hou is going to the middle palace to meet Niangniang, so you just stay here and continue to invite the prince out of the customs!"

After that, he also brushed his sleeves away, leaving a group of bitter goods looking at each other, and they were really speechless one by one......

Andinghou, your preemptive strike is too fake!

When the bitter-faced adults sat outside with a sad brow, the prince was hiding in the secret room of the dormitory, leaning against the window on the soft brocade couch, flipping through the books in his hands.

A small bronze tripod half an arm's length hung in the air, the bottom was wrapped in a circle of red flames, and the lid of the tripod was rushed upwards by the air flow from time to time, making a gurgling sound.

The sword-eyed young man Hui Feng was standing beside the prince, staring at the bronze tripod in silence.

It wasn't until the door of the secret room was moved open with a bang that Hui Feng withdrew his gaze and glanced towards the door.

In was a young man in black with a vigorous posture, and his chest was embroidered with a reddish-brown spring flower, and the shape of the flower was a little flamboyant.

"Drink it. The prince didn't lift his head, and his fingers brushed over a page.

The young man's eyes lit up slightly, and he quickly moved to the table, picked up the teacup and drank it all.

Hui Feng glanced at him and pouted.

"How is it?" the prince's question was a little clueless, but the young man immediately understood and ran forward with a smile.