Yang Biao was scolded by his mother Ma, and said aggrievedly: "But, mother, that Engong, is not in Xishan." ”

"If you're not in Xishan, you'll come back?" Ma Shi was even more angry: "You dog thing, you are really a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs, what are you, don't know yourself, your dog life, and my old lady, can live, there is today, it is all given by the father." Don't think that you have become some kind of bullshit new Amber, your tail can be cocked to the sky, without Engong, you are nothing, you take off your clothes, I don't teach you today, I am a mother, I don't know when I will see the king of Hades, I don't teach you at this time, when I die, who will teach you? ”

Yang Biao was downright, so he didn't hesitate to take off his shirt.

Ma was not verbose, and lifted the staff and twitched him on the back.

Syllable......

This stick is in the flesh.

Yang Biao snorted, it hurt so much, but he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, and there was a trace behind him.

"Are you sensible?"

"I see!"

"What do you know?"

Yang Biao said: "To be a man is to remember your kindness." ”

Syllable!

Another stick went down.

Ma Shi was a little trembling, but he didn't have the slightest politeness: "What kind do you remember." ”

"Remembering the grace of Engong's life, there is ...... The grace of recreation! ”

"Just remember." Ma mustered his strength and whipped another stick on his back.

Yang Biao's painful forehead was dripping with cold sweat: "Remember and fight?" ”

"I can't remember enough!"

Seven or eight pumps in a row.

Ma himself is already out of strength.

Yang Biao's back was full of bruises.

Thanks to his young and strong body, he survived, and knelt at Ma's feet: "Is my mother comfortable?" My son remembered it all. ”

Ma sat down panting, looking at Yang Biao, his eyes were a little distressed, but his face was tense: "Do you know what to do next?" ”

When Engong came to Xishan, he immediately went to thank him. Why don't you take one of my chickens? ”

Ma gritted his teeth angrily: "Who is rare of your chickens, who is Engong, what is it, what is missing, you are missing a chicken?" You rammer. ”

Yang Biao scratched his head: "No, the last time I saw Engong, in Xishan, I saw a chicken, and my eyes lit up." ”

Ma slapped Yang Biao in the face: "Phew! Something like a dog, Engong benefits the world, and has a social heart, that is a fairy-like character! ”

Yang Biao began to doubt life, right? Is that the case?

Ma said: "You go to thank you with a grateful heart, don't walk, kneel all the way, and if you are next time, and then arrange your kindness behind your back, I will be a mother, I should not have your son, do you remember?" ”

"Remembered." Yang Biao hurriedly said: "My son remembers everything." ”

Ma sighed.

The eunuch stood aside, frightened.

Busy is in awe of the Ma family saluted: "Slave maid...... No, our errand is over, old lady, farewell, farewell. ”

Flee.

When it was noon, I heard that the prince and Fang Jifan had arrived at the Zhenguo Mansion in Xishan, Yang Biao was a little hungry and wanted to eat, his wife Liu looked at Ma, Ma glared at him, and Yang Biao said, "I'll go see Engong first." ”

He was not ambiguous, out of the threshold, he knelt down, the new new Amber, the Qianhu official of the Feiqiu Battalion, knelt all the way, the road here is paved with bluestone, but it is a little uneven, grinding his knees hurt, from his home, from the town of the country, there are still a few miles away, Yang Biao grinned in pain, but still continued to kneel past.

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Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao happily sat in the yatang of the Zhenguo Mansion.

This yatang is usually very deserted, and occasionally, Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao came, so it simply became a restaurant.

Anyway, Zhu Houzhao is not a person who talks about rules, and Fang Jifan is not.

Propriety...... Rules, like faces, are fate for some people. But for some, it's worthless.

Zhu Houzhao belongs to the latter.

Today's food is good, in addition to a bowl of soup with large yellow croaker, a roast chicken, and a few side dishes.

Wen Yansheng invited the two of them to sit down, and said with a smile: "This chicken is famous, after cleaning, the whole chicken will be cooked in the stove, put some sauce, a little salt, and other things, all of them, among the cooking methods of this chicken, the most difficult thing is not to take the ingredients, but to the heat, the heat can not be more, less can not be less, the most need is just right." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Marquis Dingyuan can try it. ”

Zhu Houzhao was not polite, and directly pinched a chicken leg down.

Fang Jifan was not polite at all, and pinched another chicken leg.

Wen Yansheng shook his head, so he had to break a chicken wing for himself.

It's just that...... Fang Jifan ate the chicken legs, and suddenly felt extremely tender, sure enough...... The key to this chicken is the heat.

He had his eyes fixed on the last remaining wing.

Zhu Houzhao feasted and said, "Keep this chicken wing, and the palace will bring it to the sister of the palace to eat." ”

He was afraid that Fang Jifan would rob it.

Fang Jifan nodded as if a chicken pecked rice: "Okay, okay, the imperial chef in the palace, where can I match Mr. Wen, Her Royal Highness the princess eats that imperial meal, I'm afraid I'll get tired of it, take this chicken wing, she will definitely like it." ”

Suddenly, Zhu Houzhao was excited, put down the chicken legs, squinted, and stared at Fang Jifan as if he wanted to eat people.

"Do what?" Fang Jifan looked confused, what's the problem?

Zhu Houzhao didn't smile, his eyes were still staring at Fang Jifan, and he said word by word: "Old Fang, what do you think of my sister-in-law?" Is she born beautiful? ”

Fang Jifan chuckled in his heart, although Zhu Houzhao smiled on his face, his eyes looked like he wanted to kill.

It's really unjust, as soon as I hear about Her Royal Highness the princess, I want to blow it up.

Fang Jifan's heart was beating fast, but his face was calm, and he said calmly: "Your Royal Highness the Princess...... Let me think about it...... No, I think Her Royal Highness the princess's life is ordinary, I don't know if she's beautiful or not, what's wrong, His Royal Highness the Prince, what's the problem? ”

Zhu Houzhao looked relieved and happy, but then, he felt weird, gnawed on the chicken legs, and said vaguely: "My sister is beautiful, you can't see it, you have bad eyes, I don't want to talk to you." ”

He lowered his head and ignored Fang Jifan.

Outside, there was a wail: "Engong ......"

While speaking, he saw the pale-faced Yang Biao walking in on his knees, trying to climb over the threshold, under his knees, drenched in blood and desolate.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan were taken aback.

Wen Yansheng looked puzzled.

"The villain has seen Engong, and the villain has been favored by Engong, so I come to thank you." When Yang Biao arrived at Fang Jifan's feet, he was not polite at all, and knocked his head three times.

Fang Jifan was dumbfounded.

“……”

"Engong...... You speak. ”

"I'm ......" Fang Jifan saw the guy's embarrassed appearance, but there was sincerity on his face.

This Yang Biao...... What a ...... Silly guy.

Sure enough, it's Biaozi.

After being silent for a long time, Fang Jifan said, "No, eat chicken, there is still a wing here." ”

Yang Biao was already hungry, and nodded neatly: "Eat." ”

Then Zhu Houzhao watched with resentment as Fang Jifan personally broke off the last chicken wing and stuffed it into Yang Biao's mouth.

Wen Yansheng said: "But the new Amber, who has made great contributions, come, and add you a chair." ”

Yang Biao shook his head: "Don't you dare to sit with the prince and Engong, I'll go to the corner to eat." ”

He tried to stand up, but found that his legs were no longer his own, he was a muddy person, he was not so polite, and walked over on his knees, and when he reached the corner, he turned his back to Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan, feasting, making a sound of chirping, and finally shouted: "It's so fragrant!" ”

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Wen Yansheng had to make a new chicken and let the prince take it back to the palace.

The prince was satisfied, sneaked into the Kunning Palace, and was very happy to see that his father was not there, when he came, it was already evening, and the roast chicken in his hand, the inner three layers, and the outer three layers were wrapped in lotus leaves, which were all the way to the noon gate, and then flew away, and some were warm.

Empress Zhang and the clumsy Zhu Xiurong were knitting sweaters.

This yarn has started to be new, women and women in Beijing are learning to weave, and Empress Zhang has also caught up with this trend, especially let a grandmother go out to learn how to knit sweaters, and come back to teach herself and Zhu Xiurong.

The two of them knit very seriously.

Zhu Houzhao secretly walked around Zhu Xiurong's back, and when he saw her clumsy appearance, he was happy: "Your sweater, the knitting is even uglier than the old one, haha, the stitch is wrong here, and you shouldn't hold the needle like this, call brother, I'll teach you." ”

Zhu Xiurong was startled, and said to Queen Zhang angrily: "The queen mother ......"

Empress Zhang learned that Zhu Houzhao, the mud monkey, was coming, and said angrily: "Your whereabouts are sneaky, aren't you afraid of scaring your sister?" ”

Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "There is a Mr. Wen, the cooking is excellent, and the roast chicken he makes is even more of a must. ”

As he spoke, he handed the lotus leaf bag to Gong E and asked Gong E to dispose of it.

He said bitterly: "The sweater is not knitted like this, I feel anxious when I look at it, look at you, clumsy and frizzy, I can't stand it." ”

He snatched Zhu Xiurong's needle and thread, held it, flipped his hands over, and skillfully knitted woolen knots: "See?" See? If you should weave like this, you will be angry with me. ”

Zhu Xiurong seemed to be hurt, and her pretty face was slightly red: "I knit it myself, and it's my own business if I don't weave well." ”

Zhu Houzhao seemed to have discovered something: "Hey, this sweater is weird, look, this is neither the size of my father nor the size of the palace, sister, who are you weaving it for?" ”

Zhu Xiurong was about to cry angrily.

"Don't cry, it's ugly if you cry." Zhu Houzhao was startled, he didn't dare to provoke her again, and said obediently: "I was wrong, don't dare to talk nonsense, girl, don't always cry, no wonder that the old party said that your life is ordinary and you don't know beauty and ugliness." ”

Zhu Xiurong was silent for a moment, his tearful eyes condensed, and he glanced at Zhu Houzhao: "You are talking nonsense!" ”

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The first chapter arrived, and it was too late.