The father and son looked at each other for a long time, but they were silent, and Emperor Ji Wudi's eyes revealed a fatherly concern.

Emperor Ji Wu's Adam's apple trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something out of his throat, but it was stuck in his throat and was extremely uncomfortable, and finally three words broke free from the shackles and ran out, "Hate me?" ”

Gu Ziyi smiled slightly and shook his head, "No, I don't hate." ”

Emperor Ji Wu also smiled, there was an incomprehensible bitterness in this smile, he pulled the quilt and covered it for Gu Ziyi, "Have a good rest, you will wake up later, maybe there will be chicken legs baked by the girl in the dust to eat." ”

Thinking about his girl, on such a hot day, roasting chicken legs under the hot sun, Gu Ziyi was a little distressed, and then looked at his father in front of him, he already had gray hair on his temples, and he was also a little distressed.

He didn't know why his father insisted on braving the sun and letting Xianchen teach them to roast chicken legs; But he knew that his father definitely had his own reasons for doing this.

Gu Ziyi didn't ask, nodded and closed his eyes and fell asleep, Emperor Ji Wu also left the dormitory, and after he left, he also instructed the palace people to "close the door, don't disturb King Rui's rest." ”

It just rained last night, the blue sky is like washing, there is no cloud in the blue sky, the sky is blue, the sun is like fire, I don't know if the people are roasting chicken legs or the sky is roasting people, everyone is sweating like rain.

Emperor Ji Wu was quite merciful and arranged a place for Xianchen to have a shady back, while the other princes and the prince of Natar were not so lucky.

They are real, roasting chicken thighs under the scorching sun.

Emperor Ji Wu sat in the pavilion and played chess with the eighth princess, and Princess Chun was worried that her husband was injured by the heat, so she went to give her husband tea, wipe sweat, and shake a fan to relieve fever from time to time.

The little emperor is very happy, there are so many people roasting chicken legs today, he has endless roast chicken legs today!

In line with the principle of teaching while roasting, eating what you bake, and eating everyone who roasts in the dust, Xianchen roasted fifteen chicken legs by himself.

The other eighty-five chicken legs were divided equally by the eldest prince Gu Ziang, the second prince Gu Zilei, the fifth prince Gu Ziqi, the ninth prince Gu Zichen and Prince Na Tart.

More than an hour later, a hundred chicken legs, including the one that fell to the ground and almost made the eighth princess wrestle, were roasted and served on the table.

Once the chicken thighs are roasted, the tasting begins:

Everyone's table has a chicken leg that has been grilled in the dust, and everyone eats it.

"Well, that's right, no wonder my little emperor has been clamoring to come to Miss Xianchen to roast chicken thighs to eat, this taste is really delicious!"

Emperor Ji Wu took a bite of the roast chicken thigh, which was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and praised the craftsmanship of Xianchen.

The little emperor and grandson didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, and only ate roast chicken thighs, eating attentively, and the flimous mouth was very satisfied.

Then, Emperor Ji Wu's gaze casually swept over his sons and Prince Nat, "Don't be busy eating the chicken thighs roasted by Xianchen, you can also eat your own roasted chicken thighs, compare how it tastes." ”

Roasted and eaten by himself, Emperor Ji Wu never thought of tasting the chicken thighs roasted by others from the beginning.

He let them taste it for themselves, taste it for themselves, and evaluate it for themselves.

The princes and princes were very obedient, and they all tasted their own roasted chicken legs, and each of them divided seventeen chicken legs, either outside the paste and inside, or salty and uneven, and there were few chicken legs left that could be swallowed.

After eating a roast chicken leg, the little emperor grandson gave his father a lot of face, and happily ran to his father, "Father, Xiao Xuanxuan is here to help you taste it." ”

The little emperor and grandson picked and chose at King Chun's table, and he didn't start for a long time, he couldn't pick out a chicken leg that looked still edible, "Father, your chicken legs are all baked, can you still eat them?" ”

The little emperor Sun Tong was unscrupulous, which made King Chun's face embarrassed, he stroked his forehead, "It's just that the outside is too burnt, the inside is still tender, the skin on the outside is torn, and the inside is still edible." ”

"Okay." The little emperor was very obedient, he obediently chose a chicken leg that didn't look so burnt in appearance, and took a bite after tearing off the skin.

This bite down, the little fat doll screamed, "Ah......" The strength of the pit father said: "Raw, father, your chicken leg is too burnt on the outside, and too tender on the inside, and it's not cooked!" ”

The voice of the little emperor and grandson was crisp, so that everyone present could hear it clearly, and the pure king scratched his ears and cheeks, ashamed.

Everyone looked at the roast chicken thighs on their tables, but they were no better than the pure king's roasting, and no one could laugh, embarrassed with the pure king.

At this moment, Emperor Ji Wu smiled.

"Hahaha......" he laughed loudly, "It seems that this cooking is really not easy!" King Jing, you are the eldest brother, let's talk about it first, what do you feel about roasting chicken thighs today? ”

Emperor Ji Wu's thinking is like a roller coaster, and the change is unexpected.

Don't look at King Jing's tall and burly, tiger-backed bear-waisted, and powerful appearance, he is a mouse meeting a cat in front of Emperor Ji Wu.

He was suddenly named, a little overwhelmed, and replied not very confidently: "Father, the retainer thinks that it is not easy to roast chicken legs, and it is not easy to govern a country well. ”

After King Jing finished speaking, he didn't follow, "Hmm." Emperor Ji Wu nodded, and didn't ask any more, but shouted in turn: "King Chun, tell me your feelings." ”

King Chun got up, his face was still embarrassed, "Father, the son is dull and has no understanding, the seventeen chicken thighs I baked seem to have not been roasted well, and they are all battered on the outside and can't be swallowed on the inside." ”

"Hmm." Emperor Ji Wu only nodded, and asked Gu Ziqi without saying anything, "King Xi, what about you?" ”

Gu Ziqi is still dressed in white like snow, folding a fan in his hand, looking like a fairy, but he is a fairy who has been burned by smoke and fire, less immortal energy, and more ruffian spirit in the world.

"Father, on such a hot day, roast chicken thighs, I would rather not eat them, I don't want to roast them, and they can't be roasted well, it's a pity to waste them, my chicken thighs are all kept for Xianchen, and then roast them for us to eat when she is empty."

Sure enough, this King Xi really didn't bake a chicken leg, Xianchen was speechless, and when they roasted the chicken leg just now, they didn't see this King Xi go to hide in the shade or something.

He was still by his stove, basking in the sun, but not a single chicken leg was baked, so why bother?

Emperor Ji Wu glanced at the raw chicken leg on King Xi's table, not angry or annoyed, Yun lightly said "um", and then looked at King Kang, "Chen'er, you can tell me your feelings." ”

Obviously, when Emperor Ji Wu called King Kang, his voice was much softer, and there was a thick father's love rolling in that voice, which couldn't be stopped.

King Kang wore a dark colored brocade robe today, with a silver whip and a silver crown to tie his hair, and the whole person looked majestic.

He got up, stood tall and straight, bowed to Emperor Ji Wu, confident, and said in a straight and round tone: "It is difficult to cook small fresh, it is even more difficult to govern the country, cooking small fresh needs to master the heat, heavy is paste, light is born, the same governing the country needs to balance various forces, you can't take care of one or the other."

Xiaoxian's flavoring agent is mainly salt, salt is too much to swallow, salt is too little and tasteless, such as the country's government decree to promote, need to balance the adjustment too much and not ....... ”

King Kang said a lot, and when he finished speaking, Emperor Ji Wu clapped his hands and applauded, "Okay, my son said it well, it seems that I have a good roast chicken leg banquet today." ”

Emperor Ji Wu looked very happy, and he praised King Kang greatly.

Among the princes seated, King Chun and King Xi were accustomed to it, and with the attitude of not caring about themselves, Yun looked at Emperor Ji Wu lightly and praised King Kang.

Only King Jing, his chest rose and fell violently, and he clenched it tightly with a pair of big fists, and he couldn't wait to beat King Nakang with one punch, and beat him so that he disappeared in Ji Guo from then on.

He hated King Kang, hated the ninth brother who was born and was all favored by his father, he was the first prince of his father, but in his memory, his father never hugged him.

He is the eldest son born to the queen, and he should be the future heir of Ji Guo, but from the moment the ninth brother was born, his father announced to the outside world that he would hand over the country of Ji to the ninth brother in the future.

He studied hard and wanted his father to see the brilliance on him, but his father turned a blind eye to him.

As soon as his ninth brother was born, he got everything he had worked so hard to get, why was this? Why is my father so partial?

King Jing was unwilling, he hated, hated King Kang, hated his fists tightly, and gritted his teeth with hatred!

Although Emperor Ji Wu praised King Kang and still had a fatherly smile on his face, his smile did not spread to his eyes.

Emperor Ji Wu's eyes were deep and terrifying, which made people unable to see through, let alone ponder, Xianchen looked at all this quietly, she only felt that Emperor Ji Wu was weird, but she couldn't say what was weird.

Then, Emperor Ji Wu turned to look at Prince Natar, "Prince Natar, you can also tell me your feelings and let me hear it." ”

Prince Natar got up and saluted Emperor Ji Wu respectfully: "Respected Your Majesty Emperor Ji, in terms of understanding, I pick up people's teeth and wisdom, and I am not as deep as His Royal Highness King Kang's understanding. ”

With a pair of inward-looking and deep eyes, he looked at Xian Chen, "I just want to say that I am a desert person who is good at eating and baking things, but this chicken leg of Xianchen girl is very delicious." ”

After speaking, he raised the chicken leg, took a bite, and saluted Emperor Ji Wu, "Thank you, Your Majesty Emperor Ji, for inviting me to eat such a delicious chicken leg!" ”

"Hahaha...... Prince Natar is too modest!" Emperor Jiwu Longyan Dayue.

At this moment, a eunuch held the sweat on his forehead and ran to Rong'an Palace in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, Princess Naya, the county lord of Leyun and the county lord of Lingxi are fighting at the gate of the palace."

What the?

What's going on?

Three girls fought at the palace gate?

This is undoubtedly unheard of big news, which shocked everyone present in disbelief and dumbfounded.

Immediately, Emperor Ji Wu's face sank, his sword eyebrows locked, and he looked at King Kang, "Chen'er, you go and bring those girls to me." ”

King Kang got the order to go down and take people.

Because Princess Naya was also among the three girls, Prince Naya got up with interest, "Your Majesty the Emperor, the royal sister Naya is also among them, please allow me to go with His Royal Highness King Kang." ”