The same face was wounded, but one was in heaven and one underground.

Zhong Xinran had a little jealousy in his eyes, and said respectfully: "If you go back to Your Highness, it is really beautiful." ”

The county lord of Ziyi seemed to be unaware: "Me and your junior sister, who is beautiful?" ”

Zhong Xinran spat out like a poisonous snake, and "hissed": "What kind of thing is she?" Is it worthy of being compared to His Highness? It's just an ungrateful slut who encounters good luck and is abducted! ”

After listening to it with a smile, the county lord Ziyi beckoned her over, and said softly: "A few days ago on the road, this palace seemed to see you and Mu Xi arguing again and getting angry?" ”

Zhong Xinran couldn't help but reddened his eyes: "I"

Lord Ziyi said with a smile: "Needless to say, since he is sorry for you, I have a way to make him listen to you for the rest of his life." It's just that after the deed is done, how are you going to thank me? ”

"I beg Your Highness to teach me!" Zhong Xinran knelt in front of her excitedly: "In this life, as long as it is the order of His Highness, I, Zhong Xinran, will go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire, and I will also complete it!" ”

The county lord of Ziyi pinched Zhong Xinran's jaw, and his eyes were cold: "I don't want you to live for the rest of your life, you can do five things for the palace, and the palace will give you a reward in the future, so that you can spend the second half of your life in Jingzhong without worry." Come here, you're like this."

Zhong Xinran's pupils suddenly dilated, and his lips trembled with excitement: "Thank you, Your Highness!" ”

"Go ahead." Lord Ziyi smiled and turned the glazed lotus teapot in his hand, and the sunset entered the window, reflecting on the glazed lotus teapot, and the room was full of colorful light.

"He Lingyi wants to give a 100-day gift, what should I give? This teapot is good, wrapped with the teacup box, and sent to the queen as a congratulatory gift! ”

A day later, a framed painting and a beautiful brocade box were sent to Chonghua's desk by the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Rites Shangshu smiled dryly: "The Dongling mission is really strange, the envoy of the King of Zhuan did not give gifts to the queen's mother, but the two deputy envoys gave gifts. ”

Chonghua made a look, and Yan Chu stepped forward and opened the brocade box: "Your Majesty, it's a set of glazed lotus tea sets." ”

Chonghua said: "Receive the curry, and if there are subordinate countries of the lower states to worship another day, reward them." ”

Yan Chu opened the scroll again: "It's a mountain map." ”

Chonghua glanced at it and said expressionlessly: "Burn it!" ”

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu and Yan Chu looked frightened, and then realized, isn't He Lingyi the famous first son? Calligraphy and painting are overwhelming in the world, and this painting must be made by him.

Yan Chu said cautiously: "However, there is a paragraph attached to this painting, saying that whoever burns this painting will cause big trouble. ”

Chonghua was impatient: "Will the sky fall?" ”

Yan Chu immediately grabbed the painting, rushed out, asked someone to take a brass brazier, lit a fire, and lit the painting.

The flame that ignited in the painting was a little strange, blue with green, and the taste was also a little strange. ”

At the same time, there was a loud bang, the brass brazier was blown into a trumpet flower, Yan Chu and the little eunuch who was waiting on the side were burned by the splashing sparks, and their robes and hats were even more ablaze.

The palace people were frightened and were busy getting water to put out the fire.

"You can't use water! Bring a blanket or mattress! Gou Lao Wu took off his coat and beat the flames for Yan Chu and the others, shouting hoarsely: "Roll on the ground to extinguish the fire!" ”

The palace people hurriedly took the blanket and helped extinguish the fire on Yan Chu and the others.

Yan Chu's hair was burned, and his face was also burned, and he knelt in front of Chonghua and cried with snot and tears: "Please give justice to the slave and maid!" ”

Chonghua's face turned dark, and he had to comfort Yan Chu and let people take him down to heal and rest.

He Lingyi, this villain! I guessed that he would burn paintings, so I hid something flammable, right? It's not even good to track it down, people don't expect you to burn it when they give gifts, so you can only make up for it from elsewhere.

The matter was so big that it spread to the Jiaotai Hall in an instant, and Xiaotang's mouth opened into a "" shape, and he couldn't believe that it was true.

Why did He Ye's 100-day gift to the queen mother and newborn explode and hurt people? And it can't be doused with water, it must be used with a blanket?

Can't you? When did He Ye's heart become so vicious and bottomless? Even the little baby refused to let go?

Xiaotang intuitively felt that she couldn't tell Zhong Weiwei about this, otherwise she would definitely be sad, who knew that someone else had already told Zhong Weiwei the ins and outs.

Zhong Weiwei's eyelids jumped a few times, of course He Lingyi didn't come for her and Yuanzi, he must have expected that Chonghua would burn the painting, she didn't dare to imagine, if Chonghua burned it with his own hands at that time, what would it be?

The answer is that even Yan Chu is only slightly injured, Chonghua is agile, and at most a few tufts of hair are burned by the splashing sparks, but the embarrassment is certain.

Aunt Qian said worriedly: "If this happens, is Niangniang going to visit Your Majesty?" ”

Zhong Weiwei stroked his forehead and sighed: "Don't go." Your Majesty must not want me to appear at this moment, you all pretend not to know. ”

After a while, Zhaoren Palace really issued a gag order, especially not to let the queen mother know.

Tuanzi was full of food and drink, kicked his legs and stretched out his hand energetically, Zhong Weiwei put him beside her, stretched out a finger to hold him, and said sadly: "Tuanzi, your father must be in a very bad mood today, you must be obedient, don't make him angry." ”

Tuanzi seemed to understand, and looked at her with an innocent and bright smile.

Zhong Wei's idealism melted, and he rubbed his face lightly, he couldn't stop loving it.

When the dumplings fell asleep, she called Zhao Hongtu: "Send the tonic soup I stewed for Your Majesty before, and say that I want to discuss with Your Majesty the details of worshipping the God of Tea and parading the streets with floats the day after tomorrow." ”

According to tradition, the day after tomorrow is the day after tomorrow is the main day of the tea fight.

Although the tea fighting conference was no longer held, the competitive relationship between the two countries still existed, and because of the war, Dongling refused to abide by the agreement on selling tea shares, and changed the law to grab business with Liguo.

In this case, Zhong Weiwei convened the Dasi Tea Department and the people from the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Households, and the Chamber of Commerce to discuss collectively, and decided to hold a unique special tea fighting and investment conference.

The god of tea continues to worship, there is a parade of floats, each car must be carefully decorated, and there must be at least one carefully selected beauty on the car, these beauties may not be male or female, but they must be very beautiful, and each has its own specialty, which makes people yearn for it.

The floats are decorated by the major mansions in the capital and the wealthy families from other places, and the winners will be rewarded by the emperor and queen himself, as well as a surprise that no one can guess.

In addition, the tea fighting meeting continues.

Regardless of nationality, identity, age and gender, the participating tea masters can participate in the competition as long as they pay a certain amount of registration fee, but the tea used in the competition can only be used in the local tea of Liguo.