"I see that you want to make me angry!" Zhao Zheng snorted coldly

"How can there be~" Yao Xing leaned on Zhao Zheng and murmured

Continue to coax: "The concubine is so open-mouthed because she is spoiled, because the concubine knows that His Majesty is the best for the concubine, and she will not be angry no matter what the concubine says!" ”

As soon as Zhao Zheng heard this, he felt that something was wrong, and just as he was about to get up to speak, he was pushed back by Yao Xing.

"The concubine really made a mistake this time, or Your Majesty will punish the concubine!" Yaoxing looked at Zhao Zheng aggrievedly, but got Zhao Zheng a roll of his eyes.

"The concubine is going to make soup for His Majesty" Yao Xing was about to get up as he spoke, but Zhao Zheng also sat up with Yao Xing.

"Are you going to poison me and make room for your son?" Zhao Zheng spoke coldly, which was really hurtful.

Yaoxing's face was injured, and he had already explained it many times, why didn't Zhao Zheng, a husband and wife, believe in himself after so many years? Would he have killed himself for Fusu, why wouldn't he have himself?

Zhao Zheng guessed what Yao Xing was thinking when he saw Yao Xing's expression, and glared at Yao Xing:

"As far as what you cook is concerned, it's either harmful to others or harmful to yourself! Either the imperial dining room was burned, or the person who ate it was poisoned! ”

Yaoxing is not happy, how can he say that, although he has never cooked, he will not burn the imperial dining room and be poisoned!

There is still a waiter in the imperial dining room, and Yao Xing still needs to do it himself? The imperial chef next to him looked at it, what other strange things could Yaoxing put in?

"Your Majesty, you underestimate your concubines!" After Yaoxing finished speaking, he ignored Zhao Zheng's eyes, got up and put on his cloak and went out.

In the imperial dining room, the waiter and the imperial chef who knelt on the ground, Yao Xing took a turn in the imperial dining room. I didn't think of what ingredients to use for the soup to cook, but I stared at the wattles on the ground.

"What is this wattle for?" Yao Xing asked, pointing to a pile on the ground.

Na Cheng thought that no one would answer from a group of imperial chefs, Yao Xing looked over and found that their heads were lower, and their bodies were gradually trembling.

Yao Xing was puzzled: "What is this for?" ”

"Niangniang, this should be the chief manager or the chef who punishes the palace people below!" At this time, the chief attendant beside Yao Xing replied to Yao Xing in a low voice.

This kind of thing is the norm in the palace, and it can't be controlled at all, and if it's forbidden like this, there will be the next thing, if the manager wants to bully people, there are too many ways, and the superior can't slow down at all.

glanced at the trembling steward dissatisfiedly, but he didn't attack him in the end.

He just said to the palace people who served with him, "Bring those thorns back." ”

Then he turned and left the imperial dining room.

Although it's a bit embarrassing, Yaoxing thinks it's a shame. This is the most effective. If this is not good, just let him be angry!

After returning to the dormitory, Yaoxing waved off most of the attendants, leaving only two palace maids who served closely.

Yao Xing quickly took off his clothes: "You help me tie these wattles together and tie them on my back." ”

The palace maids persuaded: "Niangniang, the thorns of this thorn are too sharp, they will hurt you!" ”

"I'm wearing my underwear, it's okay!" Yao Xing glanced at the thorns on the thorns, but still chose to put them on his back.

Not to mention whether Zhao Zheng would be moved when he saw it, Yaoxing himself was almost moved.

Originally, I only wanted to wear a belly pocket, but the thorns of the thorns were too painful to touch the skin directly, so Yao Xing changed to wear a shirt. But when he walked to the door, he saw Zhao Zheng lying face in, and he didn't look at it, so he hesitated and secretly took off his underwear. Only a large cloak was left to wrap Yao Xing's body and the thorn strips on the back.