The two of them looked back and responded quickly. The chef's craftsmanship is at the top of the list, and because of the Emperor's deliberate instructions, he used 120,000 cents of his heart, which tastes pretty good. The Emperor frequently brings water to the royal concubine, even brings tea, wipes the corner of his mouth, half without the Emperor's shelf, like an ordinary man who loves his wife, called Fu Mingzhu and Meng Mother.
After eating a piece of steamed bass, Monsanto Elm suddenly hid his mouth and left his seat in a hurry. He hurriedly took the chair behind him, and the huge muffled noise frightened everyone in the palace. Only Wu Dai Zhou got up immediately to catch up, hugged her waist with one hand, cautioned her from falling down, took over the spit pot handed over by Nanny Feng, caught the dirt in her mouth, the action was extremely skilled, it seemed to have done it a thousand times.
Fu Mingzhu and Meng Mother hurriedly dropped the bowl chopsticks in their hands and checked them forward. They were stopped by Meng Sangyu's hand. Dry and vomiting, there was still a slight sour smell, but Zhou Wudi caressed her back gently, her face was full of heartache color.
Mother Meng and Fu Mingzhu couldn't get their hands on it, they could only stand by and watch. Meng Mother had already seen how the emperor loved her daughter, not very surprised, but Fu Mingzhu looked at her foolishly. She and Meng Yanzhou are newlyweds, but they are not as close to each other as the Emperor and the Crown Princess. It is said that the royal princess has spoiled the Six Palaces to reach the rear, relying entirely on the battle of the Mon Emperor. It was only today that we met the two of them to find out that the rumors were not credible.
Zhou Wudi held the teacup and fed it into the mouth of the mulberry. He caught her spitting tea with a spit pot. He repeatedly pressed down the sourness of her throat several times.
Hand over the spit pot to the palace people, take the wet paste and clean up the mulberry elm and yourself. Zhou Wudi looked at the two Meng mothers and said warmly, "Sorry to disturb Madame's appetite. Walk with me to the palace. How about a different table? ”
“Your Majesty is welcome. Since the royal highness is not feeling well, the two mother-in-laws will leave first.” When the mother saw her daughter's face full of fatigue and her eyes lit with water, she had to say goodbye. You can tell your daughter to get some rest.
Zhou Wudi held Mulberry Elm's thin shoulder and his heart ached slightly. He wiped away tears from her corner with his fingers and stomach. "I also asked Madame to finish her meal before leaving. Mulberry Elm has been having a bad appetite lately, and she can eat more with you.” Mulberry Elm fled the meal with delicacy or even deceit. He thought there was really nothing he could do. He hated not being able to keep her in his mouth and held her in his hand. She had a little appetite today. How could he allow her to leave?
Mother Meng was distressed and hastily promised. Several people moved to the main hall to continue their meals. The new dish soon came up. Meng Sangyu stabbed the chopsticks with his finger, but refused to move his mouth. He was afraid to throw up. Zhou Wudi sighed and poured some light vegetarian food into her mouth. She softly seduced her. That warm and tender look was like the charitable father seduced a child. She called Fu Mingzhu and Meng Mother to open their eyes again.
“Your Majesty, I can't eat any more!” Meng San Yura pulled Zhou Wudi's sleeve, soft tone, tearful phoenix, looks so pathetic.
“Eat some more, ah!” Zhou Wudi harshly stuffed a piece of mushroom into her mouth.
Mengsang Elm chewed his throat and finally couldn't help but vomit. His stomach swelled again for a while.
Zhou Wudi hastily held her in her arms, followed her back for a moment, and carelessly touched her belly which had not yet risen. Her heart was restless. He never knew that raising a child was such a painstaking thing.
“What would the royal highness like to eat? If not in the palace, the minister can bring you in from outside the palace.” Mother Meng truly cared about her children and remembered that Mulberry Elm loved to eat her own dishes before marrying her, knowing the irregularities still asked.
Fu Mingzhu looked at the Emperor worried, afraid to cause him discomfort, but saw him relieved, and said thankfully, “Exactly, what do mulberry elms love to eat? Ask the lady to do it and send it in.” By the way, he rubbed Mulberry Elm's shoulder with pity.
Monsanto Elm's eyes lit up, and after a moment of indulgence the eagerly awaited opening, “Mother, I want to eat cookies and nestleheads, I want old tart asparagus, I want to eat cold mixed katsuba, I want to eat wild onion dipping sauce...” She twisted her fingertips, all eating in the countryside, indeed there is no food in the palace, even if there is, under the repeated processing of the royal chef, the original flavor of juice is lost.
The more Monkey and Fu Mingzhu listened, the more they could not bring these things on the table, nor did they know that the Emperor would allow them to come in. But Zhou Wudi laughed down, pinched the tip of Mulberry Elm's nose and drowned. "What a cat! Why didn't you say so? I'll send someone to find you! ”
“I love it when my mother does it herself. No one else can make that smell!” Monsanto Elm patted his hand open, unconsciously revealing a bit of delicacy. The last half of the month was spoiled by a man in the palm of his hand, and her heart defense was reduced.
“Good ~” Zhou Wudi's heart tickled. Hate could not rub her into her arms and love her. She looked at her mother and spoke with caution. “After that day, Mrs. Lao will be there. Later, Madame will collect a palace card from the Interior Department, and she will be free to enter and exit without having to report. ”
Mother Meng and Fu Mingzhu hurriedly knelt down to Shane. Monsanto Elm is just happy, barely eating a bit.
He was personally sent out of the palace gate by the Uchi Superintendent. Mother Meng and Fu Mingzhu boarded the carriage, and the expression on her face was still a little tranced.
Fu Mingzhu was silent and repeatedly pondered the Emperor's move. The deep worries in his heart gradually dissipated. Before she was married to the Meng family, she thought that the Emperor's love for the royal concubine was a play to paralyze the Meng family and even count the Meng family. The Meng family seemed to have flowers, but the future was worrying. But now she doesn't think so. The Emperor clearly distinguishes between the royal highness and the royal highness. As long as the father removes the clan queen and voluntarily returns the military power, the Meng family can still preserve the centuries of glory.
Thinking of it, she sighed and envied the royal highness. Perhaps the next time she goes to the palace, she can talk to the royal highness about the art of manipulation.