Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 498 – Afraid of Opening Your Mouth, Tears

"If Que'er is willing to enter the Central Palace willingly, the key lies in Zhao Qingmei."

Between the rise and fall of the Guan clan, Que Er's splendor and splendor, and Zhao Qingmei, who was at the end of his battle, Guan Yi quickly made a choice.

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When the lights came on, it had been a long time since dinner time, but there was still a gluttonous smell of food in the air. At this time, Zhao Qingmei was guarding the west city gate hungry.

"Zhao Qingmei, your family didn't come to deliver dinner?"

"You take this bun first to cushion your stomach."

Lang Chenying, who was on duty with Zhao Qingmei, handed the steamed stuffed bun sent by her husband to Zhao Qingmei with some sympathy.

The restaurants and restaurants near the west gate cost a lot, and one meal could almost eat half a month's salary, so the soldiers guarding here either brought their own dry food, or their family members prepared meals and delivered them at the meal time.

"Thank you, Sister Chen. My husband promised to bring me dinner. I'd better keep my stomach and wait for his meal. Thank you for your kindness."

Zhao Qingmei declined the other party's kindness, and immediately turned to face the gate of the city. At night, there were more people leaving the city than entering the city. She touched her growling belly, and could only distract herself by checking the people entering and leaving. .

"Qingmei, I'm sorry, I'm a little late. Are you hungry?"

Sikong Que anxiously opened the food box, and handed the ready-made hot lunch box to Zhao Qingmei, urging her to satisfy her hunger quickly.

"Braised fish in braised sauce, shiitake mushrooms and cabbage, steamed buns just out of the pan, I came back from my mother late, I can only make these first and bring them to you quickly, you eat quickly."

Zhao Qingmei grabbed the lunch box in his hand unceremoniously, and when he was about to put a piece of delicious fish into his mouth, he suddenly stopped.

"Have you ever had supper?"

"I came here when I was full."

Sikong Que's heart warmed, and he stretched out his hand to open the water bag for her. Suddenly, his stomach was rumbling uncontrollably, and Zhao Qingmei, who was sinking his head into eating hard, froze.

"eat together!"

She domineeringly stuffed the remaining steamed bun into Sikong Que's hand, and immediately stuffed a piece of fish into his mouth.

"No, it's the same when I go back to eat later, you eat first."

Zhao Qingmei didn't allow him to raise her beak, her face sank, Sikong Que saw that she had a serious face, so he could only follow her wishes, and began to eat the steamed buns in his hands in small mouthfuls, but he didn't eat much.

"Zhao Qingmei, did your husband bring you food?"

Chen Ying stared in amazement at the out-of-this-world man in front of her who was astonished as a celestial being. She couldn't hide her astonishment. They said that Zhao Qingmei, Prime Minister of Power, was enjoying the blessings of all people, and the appearance of the Ninth Prince Zhong Liyin was already amazing. And her side-husband, Sikong, who was favored by her to the sky, is even more rare and stunning in the world. When I saw her today, his reputation really lived up to his reputation.

"Yeah, sister Chen, wait a moment, I can finish eating right away."

"It's okay, eat slowly, don't choke."

Although this Sikong was wearing coarse linen clothes, he was squatting in a corner with Zhao Qingmei eating a lunch box in desperation at this time, but he still couldn't conceal his peerless elegance, and his gestures were even more picturesque, she couldn't help but grumbled and swallowed Swallow.

Looking at Zhao Qingmei at the side, even in the dim light, she was still terrified by the hideous scars on her face. What a pity, a flower was stuck on Zhao Qingmei's pile of cow dung, she couldn't help it. He shook his head mockingly.

"Today I met Zhong Liyao at the University Scholars' Mansion, and it was only because of a delay that I came late."

Sikong Que struggled again and again, but decided to confess to his wife. When Zhao Qingmei heard that Sikong Que had met Zhong Liyao in the University Scholars' Mansion, she was choked by the water in her mouth and coughed again and again.

"Cough, cough, stay away from Zhong Liyao, she has something wrong with you."

"Ok, I know."

Sikong Que did not tell Zhao Qingmei what Zhongliyao and Menglang did today, for fear that she would lose her composure and take reckless revenge.

"Husband, when you deliver food next time, remember to wear a black cone hat before going out. Ximen dragons and snakes are mixed together, and there are many people from the world."

Although Zhao Qingmei's martial arts are among the best in the Jianghu, they are not completely invincible.

"Good~"

After the husband and wife had a hasty dinner together, under Zhao Qingmei's repeated urging, Si Kongque returned to the residence with the food box.

The courtyard they live in is not far from the west gate, Zhao Qingmei has a big appetite, she must not have had enough for dinner, one must know that she will not be able to return home until the city gate is locked at midnight.

He has to rush back to make supper, bring it to her, and make some snacks for Qingmei's colleagues. They are short-handed and cannibalistic. I hope they can take care of Qingmei more because of this.

Sensing a few dark shadows hidden in the dark, Sikong Que knew that "unexpected encounters" with Zhong Liyao would happen frequently in the future.

"Oh? He can cook?"

In Xuanxuan Hall, Zhong Liyao was crouching at his desk to review the memorial, when he heard the secret guard telling Sikong Que about his actions today, he raised his eyes in surprise, his eyes were full of yearning.

"Not only can I cook, I heard from the people in the prime minister's mansion that the food he cooks is extremely delicious. Zhao Qingmei's taste is famously tricky, and he is full of praise for Sikong's side husband's craftsmanship."

"Um?!"

"Paws!"

She was still amiable just now, but suddenly her face was cold, and she said in a deep and extremely displeased voice.

"Your Majesty, forgive me, Your Majesty forgive me."

"Remember, it's Mr. Sikong."

She stared coldly at the hidden guard who was being slapped by the servant. At this time, her cheeks were red and swollen, and she was moaning in pain.

"No, Nuonuo. This subordinate will keep it in mind, and His Majesty calm down."

"Go down, report back tomorrow."

"Subordinates obey."

In the early morning, Zhao Qingmei rubbed her sleepy eyes. Most of the people who enter the city at this time are traffickers and pawns, carrying their hands on their shoulders. The most important thing is to check carefully. At this time, her hands smell either of vegetable leaves or fish, and she is not yet panting. Tone, he was suddenly transferred by General Zhonglang to guard at the exit of the city.

Most of the people who left the city early in the morning were excrement trucks transporting filth or funeral procession, which was the place where Ximen guards were least willing to be on duty.

At this time, Zhao Qingmei's body was also stained with an indescribable stench, and those colleagues all avoided it in fear.

"Check carefully, especially those dung trucks, you must check them one by one, so as not to have entrainment or hidden compartments, if there is anything wrong, come and see!"

Luo Jialan, Zhao Qingmei's immediate superior, threatened viciously that a message was sent from her superiors to ask her to take good care of Zhao Qingmei, so she always left the dirtiest and most tiring work to Zhao Qingmei.

Even if no one was sent to tell Zhao Qingmei to punish Zhao Qingmei, she would not make it easier for Zhao Qingmei, because her elder sister Luo Jiayu died in Zhao Qingmei's hands, and she was reduced from a member of the vanguard battalion to a general. The dismal career of guarding the west gate was also thanks to Zhao Qingmei.In public and in private, she also wants Zhao Qingmei's life to be worse than death.

"Follow your orders!"

Zhao Qingmei was neither sad nor happy, and humbly bent down to inspect every dung truck, even the coffin of the funeral, carefully inspecting the deceased for any abnormalities.

(End of this chapter)