The prince is more stable

Chapter 254 Broken Home
Some things are not necessarily created for the purpose of making money.

For example, when it comes to frying tea, Zhao Xiaoqian's purpose is simply to serve his parents with filial piety. Feng is too lonely living alone in such a big house. If she can have a cup of tea as a companion, perhaps it can bring her a little comfort in the long years to come.

If you do something without any utilitarian purpose, you will feel surprisingly good.

The tea is good. I heard it comes from the tender buds from the south of the Yangtze River before the Qingming Festival. After stir-frying and withering, it is dried and stored in the shade, filling a large cloth bag.

Under the curious gaze of Feng and the two girls, Zhao Xiaoqian showed his new invention to the three people like a peacock about to spread its tail.

The exquisite porcelain tea set had been fired in advance. A handful of tea leaves was placed in the thin white jade porcelain cup. The boiling spring water was cooled for a while and then brewed when it was about 70 or 80 degrees.

A rich tea aroma filled the air. After a few breaths, the tea in the porcelain cup was poured into four small white porcelain cups.

Then Zhao Xiaoqian raised his eyebrows and motioned the three of them to try it.

Feng picked up the small cup, took a sip, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"What a nice smell! It tastes delicious too, bitter at first, then slightly astringent, and then with a hint of sweetness in the aftertaste. It tastes even more elegant than tea. My son is really capable!"

Di Ying and Jiang Miaoxian also took a sip and immediately praised, "Sir, it's delicious! Now that we have this, we will never order tea again."

Zhao Xiaoqian also took a sip himself. Hmm, it tasted okay, a familiar feeling of homesickness from another world.

In my previous life, when I was a slave, I would work overtime and guzzle coffee, strong tea, etc. to stay alert.

There is no need to use tea sets at all, and I have never tried the dazzling tea-making techniques. Only people with money and free time are qualified to try them.

Zhao Xiaoqian only had a two-liter thermos cup. He threw a handful of tea leaves into it, poured boiling water over it, and took a sip. It was so bitter that he shuddered violently, but he instantly became alert and continued to work overtime.

The tea was Yunwu Green Tea that he bought at a small supermarket, which cost more than ten yuan a bag. Real cows and horses at least had their food and lodging provided by their owners, and were not treated unfairly with fodder and other things. Zhao Xiaoqian, this cow and horse, was even cheaper, and he had to buy his own tea.

Thinking about what happened in his previous life, Zhao Xiaoqian suddenly felt that the tea in his mouth became more bitter.

Whether it was out of love for the tea or because she really liked it, Feng was particularly interested in the fried tea. She drank several sips continuously and became more and more intoxicated.

"If you really like it, I'll customize a set of tea sets for you tomorrow. I'll have the Sancai cup, the Gongdao cup, the tea strainer, and the tea tray all ready for you. I'll also teach you how to make tea. You can show off to your friends in your free time."

Feng took another sip of tea, closed her eyes and savored it for a long while before she smiled and said, "Very well, I accept my son's gift. This is a wonderful gift and should be shared with a friend."

Di Ying tugged at her and said coquettishly, "Mother, my aunt is still in Yaohua Palace and she's always talking about you. Why don't you ask my aunt to come and have a reunion with you?"

Feng smiled dotingly and said, "Okay, invite her tomorrow."

Her eyes then turned, and Feng looked at Zhao Xiaoqian with a smile: "Qian'er, this thing is really magical, I like it very much. Besides giving it to me, who else do you plan to give it to?"

Zhao Xiaoqian blurted out subconsciously: "Father's place... um, um?"

Halfway through his words, Di Ying gave him a fierce look, and Zhao Xiaoqian immediately changed his words: "Father is used to drinking, and probably doesn't like this. I won't give it to him."

Feng was very satisfied with this answer. She nodded and smiled, "Indeed, your father has spent his life indulging in wine, women, money and violence. He is a filthy man. He is not worthy of drinking the wonderful things my son has come up with."

"It's worthier to feed the dog than to give him water."

Zhao Xiaoqian: “…………”

A lustful father, a dark mother, a broken home, and a speechless him...

Save this nineteen-year-old child who is still growing.

…………

While Zhao Xiaoqian and Feng were drinking tea, Zhao Hao was sitting on the only chair in an inconspicuous house outside the city of Bianjing with a gloomy face.

Obese people look honest and simple, especially when they smile, which makes people feel trustworthy.

A person who eats himself like a pig and only has eyes for delicious food, how bad can such a person be?
Zhao Hao was like this most of the time, and this was also his protective color. Starting from the reign of Emperor Yingzong, through three generations of emperors, Zhao Hao, with his fat and honest appearance, survived crisis after crisis without any danger. Now, thanks to his father's status as a son, he is even more prosperous.

However, at this moment, the honest fat man's face was frosty, like a ferocious and man-eating tiger.

The person kneeling in front of Zhao Hao had a pale face, lowered his head and remained silent.

This man was a man in his thirties. If Zhang Xiaoyi was present, he would definitely be surprised to recognize that this was the man who helped him break into the capital of Western Xia. It was also he who commanded 500 people to seize the city gate of the capital late at night, which made Zhao Xiaoqian's glorious military achievement.

At this moment, this man did not have the heroic and cheerful look he had in the capital of Western Xia. He knelt in front of Zhao Hao like a lamb to be slaughtered.

The house was very simple, with bare walls. It was just one of many temporary strongholds. Zhao Hao had at least dozens of such temporary strongholds inside and outside the city of Bianjing.

The atmosphere in the room was solemn, with a murderous aura. Zhao Hao's eyes kept looking over him, as if he was looking for a place to strike.

After a long pause, Zhao Hao slowly said, "Jia Ba, I want an explanation. If your explanation does not satisfy me, you can commit suicide."

The man who helped Zhao Xiaoqian seize the capital of Western Xia was called "Jia Ba".

He has no name, or rather, the entire organization has no name, and is only named after the heavenly stems and numbers, Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, One, Two, Three, Four.

Jia Ba shuddered and lowered his head, saying, "It was my negligence. After I captured the Xixia capital, nearly half of my five hundred men died in battle. To prevent the Crown Prince from discovering my mistake, I led the survivors to evacuate eastwards overnight..."

Zhao Hao narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly, "Is that what I'm asking? Let's get to the point. My son was attacked in the Hejian Gorge and nearly died. I instructed you to follow him in secret, protect him, lead the scouts, and follow behind to cover his rear. Why wasn't the ambush in the Hejian Gorge detected earlier?"

Jia Ba bowed his head and said, "I led the remaining troops to evacuate Xingqing Prefecture. Thinking that the Crown Prince had 30,000 troops accompanying him and that they had entered the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, I thought there would be no accidents, so I stopped following him... In short, this is all my fault."

Zhao Hao said coldly, "I only have this one son, and he's such a hardworking man. Because of your negligence, I almost died without any descendants. Do you think you should die?"

"Damn you villain!"

Jiaba closed his eyes in despair, took out a small dagger from his arms, raised his head and slashed it towards his neck.

When the snow-white blade was half an inch away from his neck, Zhao Hao suddenly called out to him.

Jiaba's movements paused, his eyes filled with relief at having survived the ordeal.

In their eyes, Zhao Hao was never a simple and honest fat man, but a moody master who would die if he made the slightest mistake.

At this moment today, Jiaba really saved his life. Such exceptions are rare, or rather, unique.

Zhao Hao has never been soft-hearted.

At this moment, Zhao Hao's eyes showed deep thought. He spared Jia Bayi's life not because he was kind-hearted, but because he had something unfinished.

"Your life is now on my head. Now you must lead your men to find the murderer who ambushed my son in the River Gorge. This is your last chance. If you still can't do it, don't come to see me anymore. Find a deserted place and kill yourself."

Jia Ba bowed his head and said, "Yes, I will definitely fulfill my mission!"

Zhao Hao sneered: "Don't take it too easy. To be honest, my son is also looking for the murderer, but all the clues involved in the case have been cut off. The murderer has already silenced them. The last person involved in the case only left a single word before his death: 'Follow'..."

"Whether it's 'Sui', 'Who', or 'Shui', you can figure it out for yourselves. Anyway, you must find out who's behind this. Otherwise, my son will be ambushed and assassinated. I can't take that risk!"

The leader of Jiabafu gave the order.

After giving the instructions, Zhao Hao walked out of the low and dilapidated house, looked up at the blue sky, and stretched.

"The weather is so nice, perfect for visiting prostitutes. I can buy a concubine and bring her back to the palace to play with her carefully. Wouldn't it be so pleasant..." Zhao Hao muttered to himself, with a lewd look on his fat face.

It is hard to imagine that the same person, inside and outside the house, can have his temperament and expression change so quickly and completely in an instant.

After leaving the house, Zhao Hao turned into the vulgar, lustful, cynical prince again.

(End of this chapter)