"Okay, good, I'm really convinced of you, just talk about greed, pay attention to your attitude and tone, and you're not afraid of me adding ingredients to it." Mu Yingbao said this, and the person went to stand up.

He skillfully lit the coals of a small stove, set up a casserole, held a large porcelain bowl, and poured the remaining pigeon soup into it.

The ingredients are enough, in fact, if there are two more people, except for no pigeon soup, everything else is enough.

"I said Brother Hui, don't think that if you become the emperor, you don't need to provide for my old age. If you want to be laipi, I won't do it, old man. Old man Tao warned in a deep voice.

Brother Hui's tears were still hanging on his face, and he nodded vigorously.

"Don't be stunned, hurry up and get the dishes and chopsticks." Xue Wenyu was not sensational, and said something on the side.

"And the wine." Old man Tao added.

Brother Hui immediately got up when he heard this, pursed his lips and smiled and walked to the cupboard.

As my mother said, there are many things in the world that cannot be both.

If you get this, you may lose that.

As for himself, in fact, he didn't lose anything, General Shang Xiao and Uncle Shi were not betrayed, but for his good, to help him establish the majesty of the king of a country!

Also, no matter what others do to him, his mother, father, and great-grandfather will not change.

Brother Hui felt that he couldn't be too greedy, and it was enough to have this!

After taking the dishes and chopsticks, setting the wine pot and wine cup, and wiping away the tears with his sleeve, Brother Hui's mood was already good.

"Oh, it's terrible, Wen Yu, you said that we saw the king of this country shed tears, will he wear small shoes and retaliate in the future?" Old man Tao joked.

Xue Wenyu smiled; "Are you still afraid of retaliation? How did you get that name of ghostly sorrow? Don't call it yourself. ”

Brother Hui was a little embarrassed by the two elders singing and harmonizing, so he hurriedly scooped up the water and washed it.

When he sat back in his seat, Mu Yingbao's two bowls of casserole dumplings were ready, and he saw his father immediately get up and go over to serve them.

First served to Old Man Tao, and then served his own.

Mu Yingbao cooked a cup of milk tea for Brother Hui, and made a few dishes of appetizers for the two of them.

poured a plate of drunkard peanuts, cut a plate of Daoli red sausage she poured herself, a plate of meat skin jelly, and a plate of preserved eggs mixed with tofu.

After Mu Yingbao sat down, she said to Brother Hui; "Son, don't listen to your great-grandfather. What's wrong with shedding tears, what's there, do you know, there is a legend that there is an emperor younger than you, he was pushed onto the dragon chair when he was three years old, and when he looked at the Manchu Dynasty civil and military, he was so frightened that he cried and peed his pants. ”

"Huh? Mother, was he also killed by his father? Brother Hui's attention was immediately diverted.

Mu Yingbao shook her head; "No, his father is alive. Do you remember that before, I told you a story about the Queen Mother who listened to the government? That queen mother can be regarded as the grandmother of this little emperor.

The little emperor was chosen by her, and when the little emperor ascended the throne, his father Zaifeng was regent, and another Empress Dowager Longyu listened to the government.

It's ridiculous to think about it, choose a three-year-old child to be the emperor, and his father is said to be a person who only cares about the life and death of his own small family, so of course there are no consequences for such a person to assist the little emperor.

Do you know what the little emperor did when he was afraid to cry? He told his son to hold on a little longer, and it was going to be over, it was going to be over.

At the enthronement ceremony, the ministers all talked about it below, saying that on such an important day, how could they say that it was about to be over, and as a result, it really perished in less than three years. ”

Mu Yingbao said a piece of history that she knew, and the three people in front of her were stupid.

At first, I thought she was saying this to comfort Brother Hui.

But when they heard the back, they didn't know what was going on, and the three of them felt that this was not nonsense, but that such a thing really happened.

No one knows how many large and small countries there are in this world, and there should be such a thing!

It's just that, how did she know, but they had never heard of it?

Old man Tao felt that he began to walk the rivers and lakes when he was young, but he didn't know as much as she did, so he was not convinced!

Xue Wenyu once again put this matter back on her hidden secret.

"Mother, if your son has you, it will only make the Yan Kingdom more and more prosperous, and he will definitely not want to be like that unlucky little emperor, who will become a kingdom so soon." Brother Hui said confidently.

"That's natural, who is my son?" Mu Yingbao saw that the child had untied the knot, and she was also relieved, and said very proudly.

"Son, you remember, you are the emperor of Yanguo in the court. Come back to us and you are our child. If you encounter something difficult to solve, don't worry, come back and talk to us.

The three stinkers are Zhuge Liang, not to mention, the three of us are much more powerful than the stinkers. Mu Yingbao seized the opportunity to give the child confidence.

Brother Hui smiled and nodded; "Shepherd, who is Zhuge Liang? Powerful, smart, isn't it? ”

When Mu Yingbao heard this, she got carried away, and another person's name popped up.

Fortunately, this man still knows a lot about himself.

If you really can't say it, you can only fool around.

She shook her head and learned the tone of the storyteller in the teahouse; "Zhuge Liang, the word Kong Ming, the number Wolong.

He was the prime minister of a certain dynasty, a powerful politician, proficient in the art of war, and wrote very well. When he was alive, he was named the Marquis of Wuxiang, and after his death, he was posthumously loyal to the Marquis of Wu. A man named Liu Bei visited the thatched house three times in order to invite him out of the mountain.

It can be seen how powerful he is. ”

There was only so much she could say, and she didn't know any more.

"Mother, if we have such a talent in Yanguo, my son will also learn from Liu Bei and invite him to come." Brother Hui was inspired to say.

Saying this, Xue Wenyu and Mu Yingbao all nodded.

Especially Xue Wenyu, looking at Mu Yingbao's eyes, it was more gentle.

It's at this dinner table, casually saying an allusion or something, which can benefit the children a lot.

In Xue Wenyu's eyes, in his heart, she is the most powerful.

"Son, do you remember that Li Shuiyuan?" Mu Yingbao remembered and asked.

Brother Hui responded immediately; "The son remembers that he is the son of Li Jiecheng, the secretary of the Criminal Department. Mother, what do you mean? ”

Mu Yingbao told in a positive tone; "Son, I think he is a hundred times stronger than his old man, if you invite him into the palace to assist you as an official, it would be good. After you ascend the throne, you should gradually change your blood, otherwise, no matter how powerful your son is, it is very difficult to govern a country well with our strength alone. ”

Brother Hui's expression was more serious than Mu Yingbao, and he understood this truth.

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