Therefore, as soon as he received the eight-treasure porridge from Guan Ju Palace, he personally held the eight-treasure porridge without delay and sent it to His Majesty. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Emperor Zhu Jianshen took the eight-treasure porridge, but he didn't move the spoon immediately, but his expression was slightly stunned, as if he was caught in some kind of memory.

Seeing this, Zhang Huaien on the side quietly retreated behind him and sighed in his heart.

Did that really happen? He knew that the eight-treasure porridge sent by Wan Guifei must have a reason. Otherwise, how could the other party just send this bowl of eight-treasure porridge that is extremely ordinary?

Zhu Jianshen looked at the eight-treasure porridge in front of him, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

This familiar sweet, soft and glutinous taste seems to have brought him back to more than 30 years ago......

"Zhen'er," in the dim hall of the East Palace, the young prince curled up in the corner of the bed, tightening the brocade quilt on his body, "I'm hungry!"

He listened to the laughter of the minions outside the hall, and the sound of the dishes and chopsticks that he encountered when he was staggering, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and looked at Wan Zhen'er, the only palace maid who was with him on the side.

"Zhen'er, I'm hungry. The young prince's eyes widened and he reiterated it glutinously. He hadn't eaten for a day and was really hungry.

"Your Highness," Wan Zhen'er heard this, stopped overdoing it, and quickly wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, not daring to let her master see the tears in her eyes. "Wait, Zhen'er will go out and get you some food. ”

Today is Laba Festival, and those dog minions are only concerned about eating, drinking and having fun by themselves, and they forget to send some food to their masters. Perhaps, not forgetting, but deliberately.

After all, the current palace is the one in power!

Wan Zhen'er did not leave immediately, but carefully pressed the corners of the quilt for the little master, and carefully instructed a few words.

"Your Highness, stay here and don't go anywhere. You know what? If there's a knock on the door, don't say anything. If so, if anything is wrong, you will hide it quietly, just like the previous times, slave and maid......"

"I know," the little prince nodded quickly, "just like Zhen'er before when you hugged me, hide in the wardrobe, hide under the bed, hide in the ......."

"Your Highness is so clever. Wan Zhen nodded with a smile, but bitterness was born in her heart. Her master, who should have been the most noble child of the Son of Heaven, is a pity......

After settling the little master, Wan Zhen'er walked to the window, looked left and right, and saw that no one noticed this, so she quietly slipped out by the night.

If it was in the past, she would not dare to leave her master for half a step. But by this time, the master had not eaten for a day and a night. That's just a child of a few years old, how can he stand such hunger.

If he doesn't go out to find something to eat for his master, even if his master can be safely taken in the East Palace, I'm afraid he will be ......

Thinking of the word "death", Wan Zhen'er gritted her teeth, and continued to wait for death, so it was better to go out and fight by herself. In the darkness of the night, she quickly moved in the direction of the small kitchen and touched it.

The little prince, who was left alone in the dormitory, looked at the only dim oil lamp in the room, and was terrified.

At this time, he regretted it! He shouldn't have let Zhen'er leave, without Zhen'er, he felt that the surrounding halls were so terrible, and the faint laughter outside the hall sounded to his ears like the screams of ghosts.

He clutched the quilt in front of him tightly, trying to curl up his body into a smaller one, as if only in this way would he have a sense of security in his heart.

He looked at the oil lamp opposite, and only felt that the lamp flickered and jumped, and gradually, it seemed to shake.

The little prince only felt dizzy for a while, and it seemed that he couldn't hold on.

Zhen'er, where are you?

"Your Highness!" At this moment, the girl's familiar voice made the young prince's eyes widen suddenly.

"Zhen'er, are you back?" he was first overjoyed, and then saw the other party's empty hands, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Although he is still young, he is also a child who grew up in this palace, and with such an embarrassing identity, he is naturally more precocious than other children.

"It's okay, Sada. He didn't wait for Wan Zhen'er to speak, he lowered his head and muttered to himself, "It's good if you come back, it's good if you come back." ”

I don't know if these words are comforting the big palace maid on the side, or comforting my own weak heart.

"Your Highness, look!" Wan Zhen'er didn't notice the loss of her master, but said with some surprise. "What is this!"

Following the girl's voice, the little prince looked up in some surprise.

The girl unbuttoned her shirt and took out a small soup cup from her bosom.

"Your Highness, eat quickly. The girl said happily as she opened the soup cup and handed over a bowl of steaming, eight-treasure porridge!

"The slave was afraid of being discovered, so she kept it on her chest. It's still hot!"

A child of a few years old, while happily eating eight-treasure porridge, looked at the girl's burned chest, and thought to himself.

Zhen'er, you are so good to me, and in the future, I will definitely treat you better!

Zhen'er, Zhen'er! Zhu Jianshen opened his eyes and woke up from his memories.

He looked at the eight-treasure porridge in front of him, and he couldn't wait to immediately feel Guan Ju Palace, and hugged the woman who was protecting her fiercely.

Zhu Jianshen put down the eight-treasure porridge and stood up.

After a few breaths, he sighed, but hesitated, and sat down.

At this time, he couldn't go to Guan Ju Palace, otherwise, how could he be worthy of the child who died young?

That child, the child he once had high hopes for, that was his own flesh and blood, the child who flowed with the blood of his Zhu family.

He didn't complain about Zhen'er, he knew that it was because he was sorry for her that she was jealous and made a mistake for a while......

It's just that now I am middle-aged, and I have thin heirs under my knees. At this time, if she doesn't give Zhen'er a warning, if she is confused again, then how can she be worthy of the ancestors of the Zhu family?

Thinking of this, Zhu Jianshen ruthlessly pushed away the eight-treasure porridge in front of him, don't overdo it.

He didn't dare to look at the eight-treasure porridge sent by Guan Ju Palace, let alone eat it. He was afraid that he would eat the familiar smell, so he would go to see her desperately, to see her who he could not see now.

"Wynne. Take it. Zhu Jianshen said with difficulty, "Go and send the small box at the head of my bed to the concubine." ”

Zhen'er, I can't see you now, but I can't let you suffer from other people's grievances.

When Zhang Huaien heard this, although he was stunned, he reacted very quickly. He neatly packed up the eight-treasure porridge on the side, but did not leave immediately.

"Your Majesty," Zhang Huaien stepped forward and said with some words to say, "Now that it's almost time, I'm afraid the concubine has stopped." If the old slave goes to give a reward at this time, I am afraid it will disturb the good dreams of the mother. ”

Seeing that the emperor nodded, he said with a smile, "Your Majesty, according to the old slave, it is not too late to send this reward tomorrow." His Majesty and Niangniang have been in love for a long time, so naturally they don't care about this morning and twilight. ”

Emperor Zhu Jianshen couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. "Wynne, you're still thoughtful. In that case, then you can send it again tomorrow. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Zhang Huaien nodded, and then quietly stepped aside.