Chapter 159: The lower mouth is too ruthless

Han Cheng Jin's face was soft.

"If only you could figure it out. As for Yu'er, I will send a grandmother over to teach her what it means to be a royal princess. Okay, I still have a twist to deal with, so you can kneel down first. ”

"Yes, the concubine retired."

After Concubine Rugui got up to leave, Qiao Jinyu also said goodbye to Hancheng Jin and returned to Zhao's Mansion with Gonggong Tao.

On the way back, playing with the cat-shaped clay doll that Hancheng Jin gave her, she couldn't help but think of the pair of delicate clay dolls again, and felt quite sorry in her heart.

"Alas, it's still that pair of villains who are good-looking, but it's a pity that my father is very stingy and reluctant to give it to me." She muttered quietly, not afraid that the Tao Gonggong next to her would hear it.

Tao Gonggong chuckled when he heard this.

"If the princess really likes that pair of clay puppets, turn around and ask someone to ask if there are any craftsmen in this Shengjing City who can make clay puppets, and let them make a few pairs for the princess."

"As for the pair in His Majesty's hands, it means a lot to His Majesty, and he cherishes it very much, and he is reluctant to give it to the princess, but His Majesty is not stingy."

Qiao Jinyu raised her head, her eyes flashing with curiosity.

"Oh? What is the story of the pair of clay puppets? ”

"Nature has a story." Gonggong Tao stared at her with a smile in his eyes.

"Didn't the princess notice that those clay puppets look a little similar to Your Majesty and your mother, Concubine Yu?"

"That pair of clay dolls, but when His Majesty celebrated his birthday, Concubine Yu made it for His Majesty with her own hands, which can be regarded as a love object between the two of them."

Something in love?

No wonder no matter what she said, her father refused to give her the clay figurines.

It's just that her father is fifty years old, and she is only fifteen now, and she will not be sixteen until September this year.

In other words, when her mother was pregnant with her, her father was almost thirty-four years old.

How old was her father when they met, and how old was her mother?

How old was her mother when she was pregnant?

In the blink of an eye, Qiao Jinyu asked, "Gonggong Tao, when my father and my mother met each other, how old were the two of them?" ”

Gonggong Tao thought about it for a while and said, "The slave remembers that Your Majesty and the Jade Concubine Niangniang met on the Qiqiao Festival in the year of Yiwei, and Your Majesty was exactly thirty that year. If the slave remembers correctly, the year of the Jade Concubine should be exactly twenty-eight years. ”

Twenty-eight years old is sixteen years old.

Thirty against sixteen, tsk! Her father, the old cow, gnawed on the tender grass, and her mouth was too ruthless, even more exaggerated than her and her generals.

"Father-in-law Tao, you can tell me again, other things between my father and my mother, anything is fine."

Tired of riding in the car, Qiao Jinyu coaxed Grandpa Tao to tell a lot about her parents' past.

From Gonggong Tao's mouth, she learned that her mother had become a special favorite since she entered the Yiwang Mansion.

If it weren't for her imperial grandfather's side knock, I'm afraid there wouldn't be the current Han Mingyu and the like.

The two were talking, and the carriage soon arrived at Zhao's mansion, and Qiao Jinyu was still proud to hear it.

"Gonggong Tao, when I enter the palace next time, I'll come to talk to you again."

Grandpa Tao also felt that he was very close to her, and bowed down with a smile.

"The slave is waiting for the princess in the palace."

"Okay, then I'll go in first, father-in-law, you go slowly."

"The minion takes his leave."

After Gonggong Tao got into the carriage, Qiao Jinyu entered the Zhao Mansion and went straight to Zhao Kuo's house.

She hadn't seen him all morning, and she missed him.

Zhao Kuo was reading a book.

When I caught a glimpse of her coming in, I unconsciously popped up in my mind the image of her crawling into his arms last night and doing nonsense.