Three whips break the father-son relationship, please call me prince

Chapter 17: Tea, Bitter First, Sweet Later

Everyone had their own concerns. First, they were worried about Li Xiaogong's condition. Second, after Cheng Zhijie's interference, no one knew what to say.

Hearing him talking, she couldn't help but look at Du He.

What kind of treasure could interest this old man?

Li Er was in a very bad mood. Because of Li Xiaogong's illness, the Crown Prince was setting up the Jinyiwei behind his back and even excluded his uncle Changsun Wuji.

Intentionally adding to the worry.

It would be strange if he was in a good mood.

As soon as Cheng Zhijie spoke, Li Er's eyes couldn't help but fall on Du He.

This kid is very close to the prince. The more he looks at him, the more he dislikes him. He acted on his own on such a big matter without even reporting it in advance.

Do you still take His Majesty seriously? Or his son-in-law?

A disrespectful bastard.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Du He made the most inappropriate reaction. He subconsciously covered the sachet with his hands, full of vigilance.

"Ouch."

It doesn't matter if he doesn't move, but once he moves, everyone becomes curious.

What kind of treasure is it that makes Du He so nervous?

Cheng Zhijie sensed something was wrong and suddenly realized that he had been rash. If there was anything that was detrimental to the Eastern Palace, wouldn't he be asking for trouble?

In a flash, he looked around and took a few steps back without saying a word.

Li Er's face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Captain of the Imperial Concubine, what's in it?"

"What makes you so nervous that you dare not show it to others?"

Du He said with a sad face, "Your Majesty, nothing...nothing, just something given to me by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Wei Zheng said, "Your Majesty, since it was given by the Crown Prince, it should belong to the Prince Consort. I think he carries it with him out of respect for the Crown Prince."

"Your Majesty, your skepticism and threats are a bit excessive."

"Wei Zheng, shut up."

Li Er scolded. He was in a bad mood and his tone was not friendly. He said, "Take it out. Let me see what it is."

"Your Majesty, it's nothing. The prince gave it to the princess..."

"My dear nephew, I'll take it out if you ask me to."

Cheng Zhijie took the initiative to step forward, with his back to Li Er, and gave Du He a look, as if asking if there was any problem with the thing.

But Du He was so nervous that he didn't have the brain capacity to interpret it.

The eyes were stupidly clear.

"This old man's mouth."

"Are we going to fall into this kid's hands?"

It would be better for Cheng Zhijie to do it himself than for Du He to do it himself, so there is room for maneuver.

If there is a problem, he can still find a way to cover it up.

As Cheng Zhijie untied the brocade bag from Du He's stubborn hands and opened the contents, he was startled. What needed to be wrapped in paper?

"Uncle, let's say goodbye." Du He was still struggling and begging.

"Zhijie, what is that?" Li Er shouted in a deep voice.

Cheng Zhijie had no choice but to open it. He unwrapped the paper one by one and immediately smelled a fragrance. Then a small round cake-like thing appeared in front of him.

"Ok?"

He suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief, and looked up at Du He with a sharp look.

This is the thing you were so nervous about for such a long time, and you were so stubborn that you didn’t want to let go even if someone killed you?

“This old man…”

Cheng Zhijie gritted his teeth and punched Du He twice as if he wanted to beat his own kid.

"Your Majesty, it is something that looks like a round cake."

He turned around and handed it to Li Er, and couldn't help but breathe in a few more times. The fragrance was so refreshing.

"What is this?"

Li Er looked at it, and others gathered around to examine it.

They all thought it was outrageous.

The thing that you, Du He, made everyone nervous about turned out to be such an ordinary little thing?
Do you want to kill me or what?
"Why is there such a fresh fragrance?"

Li Er's nostrils twitched, full of surprise.

Wei Zheng and Zhangsun Wuji were also examining it carefully. After Wei Zheng had a close look, he said, "Your Majesty, this looks like tea leaves."

"Is there such a thing as tea?" Changsun Wuji asked subconsciously.

“It really is tea leaves.”

Li Er leaned forward to smell it, then pointed at the tea cake and said with certainty.

"Is it tea? Just ask my nephew and you'll know." Cheng Zhijie turned around and asked. He saw Du Hesheng's hopeless look and found it very funny.

You still feel wronged.

You almost drove the people present there insane.

"Du He, is this tea?"

Li Er asked, and seeing his gloomy look, he was furious and raised his voice, "Speak, is it tea?"

"It's tea." Du He said.

“Is this what tea leaves look like?”

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gave it to me to bring to the princess."

Du Heyi's words were brief and meant only one thing: the things were mine or the princess's.

You can't rob it, and you can't take it.

But what are you afraid of?

"Why is this different from the tea leaves we have seen?"

Cheng Zhijie asked, "There is also a refreshing fragrance."

"I don't know about that either. Anyway, it was given to me by His Highness."

"How do you use it?" Cheng Zhijie asked, "Grind it into powder..."

Du He shook his head slightly, "No, it's for soaking."

"Bubble?"

At this point, Li Er and others, who were used to drinking tea, were a little stunned when they heard such a niche word.

"Come on, come on!"

Cheng Zhijie came forward familiarly, put his arm around Du He, and said, "Open my eyes, how do you pick up girls?"

"Use boiling water..."

"Don't talk, do it."

Du He said weakly: "That's for me and the princess."

"What do you mean by yours and mine? My dear nephew, is your uncle's old face worth this little thing of yours?" Cheng Zhijie slapped his face and said shamelessly.

Having said that, no matter how reluctant Du He was, he had no choice but to take action.

There was no movement in the room, which was both good news and bad news.

The good news is that it can be cured, the bad news is that it is still being cured.

Du He was busy making tea. He looked at the kettle with sharp eyes. He pinched a small corner, then felt it was not enough, so he pinched it again with pain.

He was about to put it away, but Cheng Zhijie had been staring at him and snatched it away.

"Leave it here with me first."

"If this is a good thing, do you think you can take it away?"

Cheng Zhijie said shamelessly.

No matter whether it is good or bad, he feels at ease only when it is in his own hands.

Accept the good ones and return the bad ones to their original owners.

"Uncle, you are so kind." Du He said gritting his teeth.

"My dear nephew, if your uncle is not good to you, who can he be good to?"

"I thank you."

A quarter of an hour later, Du He opened the kettle, smoke came out, and everyone present smelled a stronger fragrance.

Du He poured tea into the cups one by one.

No one took action.