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So Pan Lunchi was asked to investigate again.

"Yes." Pan Lunchi stepped back and went to the door of the royal study, "Your Highness, the saint invites you to come in."

"Thank you, eunuch." The third prince was also very polite to Pan Lunchi.

"You're welcome." After Pan Lunchi bowed and invited the third prince in, he hurriedly went to check what the saint had told him.

"Father, are you eating?" the third prince came in and asked.

The saint just pretended that he didn't know the purpose of the third prince's visit. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Would you like to eat something too?"

"I'm not going to eat anymore. I also made an appointment with the crown prince and the eldest brother to have wine together." The third prince was still thinking about the prince's wine.

Eating with a saint is not as comfortable as eating with the prince and the eldest prince.

"Father, the Gu family has opened a new fried chicken restaurant. The fried chicken and hamburgers inside are very good." The third prince said, "The fried chicken is limited to a daily supply. I specially asked Mrs. Gu to fry it herself." It came out. As soon as it exploded, I sent it to my father immediately. You have a taste."

"Today, I only brought fried chicken. I thought that my father could not eat too much at one time." The third prince put the fried chicken on the table and opened the bag for the saint, while saying, "My father has always been frugal and hates waste the most. . If I buy too much, my father will not be able to afford it and it will be wasted. On the contrary, it will be my fault."

"Fortunately, the burgers are not limited, so next time I will buy hamburgers and fries for my father to try." The third prince said with a smile.

Although the saint knew that he was the last one to eat, it was only compared to An Zhaoyi, the prince and the eldest prince.

In the entire palace, he ate relatively early.

Thinking about it this way, the saint successfully comforted himself and said to the third prince: "You have a heart."

"Father, try it and see if you like it." The third prince said with anticipation.

Pan Lunchi went to investigate what the sage had told him, and at noon he was replaced by another person to serve the meal.

The waiter first checked whether the fried chicken was poisonous with a silver needle, then cut off a small piece and took a bite first, then put a piece of chicken drumstick on a plate and handed it to the saint.

The third prince thought to himself that after going through such a series of procedures, there would be no fun in eating fried chicken.

However, it is the best thing for a saint to be careful when eating, and there is nothing he can do about it.

He watched Li Mumu fry the fried chicken step by step with his own eyes, so it was absolutely safe and secure.

Besides, it’s not like Li Mumu is tired of living and wants to tamper with the fried chicken.

If she hadn't guessed that it was for the saint, Li Mumu wouldn't have done it herself if she didn't want to pass it through other people's hands.

The saint took a bite, and the crispy sound made the third prince hungry.

He hasn’t even eaten a few bites of the fried chicken he brought to the East Palace.

And now when I go back to eat it, it’s cold.

It's not as good as the fresh and hot one on the saint's plate.

The saint has also eaten all the delicacies in the world. At this time, he still couldn't help but let out a long "hmm", "This Mrs. Gu is really a talent."

"You said this fried chicken was fried by Mrs. Gu herself?" the saint asked while eating.

The third prince said: "Because the fried chicken in the store was sold out, I went to ask Mrs. Gu for help. Mrs. Gu was really smart. I didn't say anything, so Mrs. Gu guessed that I wanted to give it to my father." But Mrs. Gu didn’t say it explicitly, she just said she would blow it up herself.”

"I guess Mrs. Gu's cautious attitude meant that I wanted to give it to my father to taste, so I didn't trust anyone else to do it, so I fried it myself."

The third prince swallowed his saliva and said, "Speaking of which, everything I have eaten has been bought directly from the store. I have never eaten fried chicken fried by Mrs. Gu herself."

"Oh?" After hearing this, the saint couldn't help but ask happily, "So, Mrs. Gu didn't blow up what you gave to An Zhaoyi?"

When the third prince heard this, everyone went numb. As expected, the saint knew that he had sent it to An Zhaoyi.

"My son sent someone to queue up in the store to buy it." The third prince said truthfully, "The fried chicken in the store is fried by the chef in the store."

"Then what you gave to the prince and boss were also bought in the store?" The saint asked again, not caring at all about revealing that he had information about every corner of the palace.

At this moment, the third prince suddenly had an idea, and understood that the saint felt that he was the only one, and he was very happy.

Although he delivered it a little later than others, at least the food everyone else ate was cooked by the chef in the store. Only the saint ate the food fried by Li Mumu himself.

The third prince quickly said: "Yes, they are all made by the chef in the store."

Sure enough, the saint smiled with satisfaction, "Third brother, do you want to try it?"

The third prince's eyes lit up, "Is it okay, my minister?"

"I can't eat all this anyway, come and have a taste." The saint said.

The chamberlain beside him also gave the third prince a piece of chicken thigh.

"My dear father, thank you for the reward." The third prince thanked him and took a bite of the fried chicken.

"How is it?" asked the sage, "How does it compare to the one bought in the store?"

The Third Prince tasted it and found that it actually tasted similar to the ones bought in the store. It was slightly more delicious, but the taste was limited.

After all, Li Mumu is a boss who is very responsible for his guests, so he must train the chef well.

The third prince said: "I tasted it, Mrs. Gu's fried food is a little more delicious than the chef in the store."

Only a little bit, he is not a deceitful person.

Seeing the saint's satisfied expression, the third prince hurriedly said: "I will not disturb my father's meal."

The third prince left the imperial study and hurried to the East Palace.

I hope the prince and the eldest prince can leave some fried chicken for him.

Not long after the third prince left, Pan Lunchi also came back and told the saint what he had found out.

"So, it was the prince and the eldest brother who reminded the third child to deliver fried chicken to me?" the saint asked.

"Yes..." Pan Lunchi answered bravely.

This is true, but it is not so good to the third prince.

The saint now knows that if the prince and the eldest prince hadn't reminded him, the third prince still couldn't think of the saint. It's strange that the saint would be happy.

Unexpectedly, the saint actually showed a look of relief, "Now that the relationship between the three brothers is so good, I feel relieved. The prince is a tolerant person, and as long as he is willing to follow him, he will never treat him badly. This surprises me. He is the boss, but he has no ambition."

Pan Lunchi couldn't accept this.

What is his identity, and why is he being criticized by the princes?

Seeing Pan Lunchi's caution, the saint smiled and did not find it difficult for him. He continued: "But the boss saw clearly and knew that the prince's position was stable. Instead of seeking this position, he might as well follow the prince. The prince will not treat him badly in the future. It’s better than losing the competition.”

The saint took a bite of the fried chicken and said, "I am very happy. My sons are all good."

Much stronger than his original brothers.

It was precisely because of the delay in establishing a crown prince that the late emperor had caused a bloody fight among the brothers.

By the time he came to power, there were not many brothers left.