"Fuzhong, what ...... the one that Beiqi paid tribute to a few years ago" Emperor Anren thought for a while and said, "Send that thousand-year-old snow ginseng to Luo'er." ”

"Your Majesty, there is only one thousand-year-old snow ginseng in the world." Fu Zhong said in surprise.

"What? Do you think I'll be stingy and reluctant to give it to my son? Emperor An Ren said angrily.

"The minions don't dare." Fu Zhong bowed his head slightly, his heart was worried, and said: "The slave will arrange for someone to send the thousand-year-old snow ginseng to the eleventh prince." ”

Wang Zhonglian still knelt aside, and suddenly felt relieved in his heart, outsiders said that Emperor An Ren had been extremely disappointed in An Chengluo, and he should have never had this son. But when he heard that he was unwell, he directly sent the only thousand-year-old snow ginseng in the world with a wave of his hand, and this love and concern was beyond the reach of other princes.

Emperor An Ren really still has a love for An Chengluo, but he didn't express it in the past.

It is not in vain that these old doctors of the hospital did their best to treat An Chengluo.

The news that the palace sent a thousand-year-old snow ginseng to King An's Mansion spread far and wide, and the person who sent it was actually Emperor Anren, which couldn't help but make more people speculate.

The most surprising thing is An Chengluo himself, his father has not taken care of his son for a long, long time, and he has not been summoned once in a year, and even at the New Year's banquet during the New Year, Emperor An Ren has not looked at him squarely.

Why did you suddenly send him a thousand-year-old snow ginseng?

He was immediately flattered.

However, I was slightly surprised and that's all.

"Gangneung, take this snow ginseng to make porridge." An Chengluo closed the lid of the brocade box in his hand and handed the brocade box to Gangneung on the side.

The little palace people who sent the thousand-year-old snow ginseng listened to An Chengluo's instructions, and only felt that the corners of their eyes jumped.

Do you know how precious this thousand-year-old snow ginseng is? This is the only one in the world! You actually said that boiling porridge is boiling porridge?

However, Gangneung's actions made him even more hurried.

"Lord Wang, there are several thousand-year-old ginseng in our warehouse."

"Take it out and boil the porridge together, and if you have more, you will give it to the people in the house to taste."

Burst!

Xiao Gongren covered his chest, and felt a pain in his heart, and it exploded in an instant.

O lord!

Although the thousand-year-old ginseng is not as good as the thousand-year-old snow ginseng, it is also a hard-to-find thing, I can't imagine that there are several in your palace, but do you know how precious the thousand-year-old ginseng is?

If you have more, you will give it to your subordinates? Can you be a little more generous?

Rajah! Are you still short of people in your house? Let the minions rub the bowl of porridge.

Oh no...... Let the minions clean the yard for you, the minions are very capable and can eat.

Not to mention that there are several thousand-year-old ginsengs, there are many hundred-year-old ones. When An Chengluo just broke his leg, the concubines and concubines in the palace didn't know how many ginseng supplements they sent him.

Even those civil and military officials who were familiar with each other in the court sent things to King An's Mansion three times a day, and the entire treasury in King An's Mansion didn't know how many things had piled up. These are not things that outsiders can figure out, and even An Chengluo himself can't count how many.

An Chengluo saw the strangeness in the expressions of the little palace people, and asked directly: "Does the little father-in-law also want to eat porridge?" ”

Xiao Miya's people were shocked!

This eleven prince doesn't know how to read people's hearts, how can he tell his thoughts, but even if he wants to eat, he doesn't dare to eat! Hurriedly said: "The slave has to go back to the palace to resume his life, and he can't stay for a long time." ”

"Then I won't send it." An Chengluo said in a deep voice.

The people of the small palace bowed and saluted, and went directly out of the palace without looking back, he didn't think that the eleventh prince really wanted to keep him in the palace to eat porridge, An Chengluo's current weird temper is well-known in the capital, and if he can't eat porridge, he has to eat his life in the palace.

You can't eat it, you can't eat it!

The liveliness of King An's mansion, but no one dares to join in.

Soon, among the many princes, many people received the news.

"How could my father send snow ginseng to Eleven?"

An Chengxian listened to the report of his subordinates, slammed the teacup in his hand to the ground angrily, looked angry, and said angrily: "What is that guy pretending to be pitiful again, trying to refute his father's sympathy?" ”

"Don't be angry, it's not worth it to be angry with your body." Princess Xian said with relief on the side.

"No, you said that father, how could he send snow ginseng to Eleven?" Ahn Sung-hyun pounded the table in anger.

"It's not surprising, my father already loves the eleventh prince, even if his leg is broken, but the love of the past is always there, and my father occasionally remembers it, send something to King An's mansion, what's the fuss." Princess Xian rolled her eyes and said.

"No, I have to go to the second emperor, I met Eleven at the gate of the palace yesterday, and today my father sent him snow ginseng, there must be a lot of articles here, but I can't let Eleven have a chance to resurrect." An Chengxian stood up as he spoke, raised his feet and walked out, and was directly pulled back by Princess Xian.

"I said, Lord Wang, you can't rush forward in this matter, there are more people who are more anxious than us." Princess Xian frowned and said: "And we have to take a closer look at the attitude of our father, the so-called gun shoots the first bird, you can't stretch your neck to chop it yourself." ”

Princess Xian looks like she hates iron but not steel, since she married An Chengxian and shared the bed for so many years, who can know An Chengxian better than her?

Don't look at An Chengxian always looking like he is smart, but he is actually a straw bag, he never has a brain in talking and doing things, and often acts as a knife for several other brothers, if it weren't for her helping everywhere in the past few years, maybe he would have caused some big trouble now.

"Bah, what is unlucky, what is not chopped." Ahn Sung-hyun spat a few mouthfuls on the ground.

"It's not rough, don't you don't like to listen." Princess Xian sneered with her hands on her chest.

An Chengxian moved the corners of his mouth in a sneer, he really couldn't say that this woman was playing tricks, among the concubines of many brothers, Princess Xian's can be regarded as a must, and one mouth can tell the sky.

"That's it, this king is tired, go and rest." Ahn Sung-hyun waved his sleeves and turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

The palace also exploded because of Emperor An Ren's sending snow ginseng to An Chengluo.

Concubine Ling, who received the news, pursed her lips, and she couldn't see the slightest emotion on her face, but she didn't think that Emperor An Ren had found it in her conscience, so she finally remembered that he had such a son.

If you want to talk about Concubine Ling's attitude towards Emperor An Ren, it can also be said to be resentful.

If Emperor An Ren hadn't favored her Luo'er too much, how could Luo'er be targeted by many brothers?

To say that what happened on the day of Luo'er's coronation was an accident, she didn't believe it if she was killed!

In a place of intrigue like the harem, there are no accidents!

All accidents are man-made!

However, Emperor An Ren did not let people investigate this matter thoroughly, but declared that it was just an accident, so he covered up this matter, and this dumb loss could only be eaten by An Chengluo himself.

Why!