Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 260 – The Hawthorn Tree on the Gaotang Terrace

When the news reached the Golden Temple, Huyan Wangzhen did not show too much emotion, he just put the teacup in his hand back on the table indifferently.

"It will be the ninth day of the ninth lunar month soon, so let her be presumptuous for a few more days!"

After muttering in a low voice, he turned and left the study.

"Click!"

The teacup placed on the desk burst without warning, and even the desk made of tamped hemlock was struck with a deep crack by the extremely domineering zhenqi.

Tianzhao Shengjing, East Palace.

On the eighth day of September, although it was the season of high autumn and crisp air, in the East Palace at this time, those ministers who were discussing government affairs with Prince Yin seemed to be in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Even if he had the foresight to wear a few more thick-lined shirts, he was still accidentally injured by the cold and piercing eyes of His Highness the Crown Prince.

In the past few days, His Highness the Prince's cold temper has intensified, and he has become more taciturn.

After all the officials retreated, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was sitting upright, breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Not bad! Today's performance is barely qualified!"

"My lord's praise!"

"Go down and rest! Tomorrow is a holiday, and you are really tired these few days!"

"Thank you sir!"

Since His Highness activated the shadow plan in advance, Ying Li had to stay in the East Palace in person to prevent any mistakes.

During this period of time, he has been trembling and nervous every day, fearing that if he is careless, someone will see through the shadow's identity.

Today, I finally passed without any danger.

"Her Majesty is here!"

Her Majesty! ! !

I'm really afraid of what to do!
Yingli flew into the prince's bedroom with a stride.

"Yin'er!"

When the royal driver of Huiming Empress Qin Suwen stepped into the East Palace, "Qin Yin" was sitting at the desk and reading the memorial.

After hearing the queen calling his name, he did not respond, not even raising his eyelids.

Her Majesty the Queen seems to have long been used to the contradictory and unfamiliar way of getting along with mother and son.

"The weather in autumn is changeable. I heard from the imperial doctor that you have a cough. My mother made some orange peel and hawthorn cakes! Would you... want to try it?"

Her Majesty the Queen held the tray full of pastries tightly in both hands, and asked a little nervously.

"No need! I am a doctor myself!"

"Qin Yin" rejected the queen's wish with cold words.

"That's right! You are already superb in medicine, it's because your mother is doing nothing!"

"Ying An! Take this plate of tangerine peel and hawthorn cake away!"

"promise!"

Ying An took the tray respectfully, and sighed inwardly, His Majesty took great pains to make this plate of tangerine peel and haw jelly.

After struggling again and again, Ying An finally couldn't bear it.

"Your Highness, why don't you have a taste, His Majesty got up early in the morning to make this tangerine peel hawthorn cake, and personally prepared seasonal fresh hawthorn and century-old tangerine peel, grinding and sifting, so he didn't even have time to have a bite for lunch. "

"Your Majesty said that he would taste it with His Highness..."

"Yingan!"

The queen was a little displeased with his assertion.

"The old slave is guilty!"

Ying An stretched out his hand and slapped his face hard.

Only then did the queen wave her hand, signaling him to back down.

"Wait!"

"I suddenly feel a little hungry!"

At this time, the shadow felt inexplicably sad seeing the queen's loss, and he suddenly thought of his mother.

The empress in front of people has always been a decisive and wise monarch, but at this time she has already lost her edge and is just an ordinary poor mother.

"Okay! Your Highness, please try more!"

"Ok!"

When "Qin Yin" took a sip of the pastry, Empress Huiming's face suddenly sank.

"Yin'er, this hawthorn is freshly picked by my mother from the Gaotang Terrace, isn't it very sweet and sour!"

"Ok!"

Shadow was also afraid that he would show his flaws in front of Her Majesty the Queen, so he didn't dare to speak too much, and just buried himself in eating the pastry.

(End of this chapter)