Marriage Princess: The Alluring Concubine of the Evil Emperor

Chapter 343 The Lantern Festival
Xuan'er moved into Wang's arms, raised her innocent face, "The third wife seems to be younger than before."

Hearing this, Mrs. Wang laughed so hard, "This little ghost, why is his mouth so sweet? How can people not like you? Say, whatever you want to eat, the third wife will prepare it for you. You can eat whatever you want. "

Xuan'er said: "You also want to make delicious food? The princess also made a lot of delicious food, and said that she would send it to the grandfather."

"Really?" Wang looked at Qinghe, gratefully said: "Why do you want Princess Lao to prepare delicious food?"

Qinghe said: "It's easy to do, I heard that the old man is not in good health, so I asked the imperial doctor for a good prescription for strengthening the body, and steamed the medicine into the food. I heard that after taking this medicine, people will get better soon."

Hu said quickly: "I'm afraid my father won't be able to eat anything anymore. The imperial doctor also came to see him. He said that he was suffering from depression, but he failed the princess' good intentions."

Hu and Qinghe are not much different in age, because they are ladies of the family, although they know how to advance and retreat, they are always raised in the boudoir, and they have not made much progress under Wang's teaching. They are always outspoken and rarely say anything on the scene.

So, as soon as Mrs. Hu said it, Mrs. Wang smoothed things over and said, "The princess has to be sent to my father no matter what she wants. Come on, bring all the delicacies made by the princess to the old man."

Qinghe said: "I don't know if I can go to see the old man?"

Mrs. Wang thought of the old man's fiery temper. He said that he would not see anyone. If he disturbed him at this time, he was afraid of making him angry and offending the princess, so he said: "Princess, my father-in-law is sick in bed and is very sick. The princess is the body of a thousand pieces of gold, so it is not easy to go there, or the minister's wife orders someone to send her there."

Qinghe said: "Alright, since the old man is ill, I shouldn't bother you, please tell the old man when someone sends him over, and say that Xuan'er and I made it with our own hands, and ask him to have a taste no matter what. , so as not to disappoint the children."

"Okay, then, the minister's wife will send it there in person." After Wang finished speaking, she looked at Xuan'er and coaxed: "The third wife will come as soon as she goes, and Xuan'er will stay here first, talk to the old lady, and make her happy. , look, my grandma always weeps when she sees you."

Xuan'er snuggled up to the old lady and said, "Okay, Xuan'er got it."

Mrs. Wang took Cailing's food box and led the servants in.

After Mrs. Wang left, Qinghe suddenly remembered that if Mrs. Wang opened the food box and saw the decorations inside, she might be suspicious, because Mrs. Wang knew that she made osmanthus cakes and always liked to sprinkle some fresh osmanthus flowers to increase the aroma. Several people know about it.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt restless, but it's hard to say that she should follow the past to see at the moment, she can only hope that Mrs. Wang didn't open the food box with her own hands.

Mrs. Wang went to the old man's house, and the waiter came out and said that the old man just wet the bed and changed his clothes, and now he is losing his temper.

Mrs. Wang was taken aback, "Why did you wet the bed? Incontinence?"

The boy said: "Where is it? Just now when the old man asked the servant to take the chamber pot, the servant had just set up the food, and the other servants had also gone out to work, so the servant had to put down the things and run over in a hurry, but unfortunately it was still a bit late. Then I got angry, and I didn’t want the urinal anyway, and said no more birds, no, within a quarter of an hour, I urinated on the bed.”

Knowing that the old man took all his anger out on the servant, Wang comforted the young servant and said, "I'll go in and have a look."

The boy said: "Madam, please don't mention the matter of wetting the bed just now."

"Well, I have a sense of proportion." Wang asked all the maids to wait outside, and she went in alone with the food box.

The old man was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he said coldly: "Didn't you say that no one will be seen? What are you here for?"

He is a general. Although he is ill in bed now, he can still tell that it is Wang's footsteps.

Wang said with a smile: "Father, it's not a daughter-in-law who wants to disturb your old man's sleep. Xuan'er and the princess are here. Xuan'er said that he made some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes by himself, and let the grandpa taste it. He really wants to come to see you, but I told him Saying that you are not feeling well and seeing no one, he was very disappointed, so he clamored for his wife to bring the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that he and the princess made by himself."

The old man didn't make a sound. He still cared a lot about his great-grandson, so he couldn't say those cold words.

Wang put the food box on the table, walked to the bed and asked, "Father, do you want to have a bite?"

The old man turned over and faced the bed, gave Wang a back, and didn't speak, but seemed a little angry.

Seeing him like this, Wang sneered and said: "Okay, don't eat, anyway, Xuan'er is a child, what delicious food can he make? Turn around and throw away all the daughter-in-law, and then tell him that the grandpa ate it all, then he will eat it." Happy."

The old man turned around abruptly, a little annoyed, "Dump them all? This was made by Xuan'er himself. Aren't you wasting food?"

Wang said: "This is something that can't be helped. The mansion has prepared a lot of delicacies today. These desserts can't be put away. If they are put out, they will be rotten. Otherwise, take them out and feed them to the dogs. It's not a waste of Xuan'er's life." After a lot of painstaking efforts, I heard from the princess that he almost didn't sleep last night."

The old man sat up angrily, "Open it, I'll eat."

Mrs. Wang smiled smugly in her heart, knowing that you love Xuan'er and don't want to waste his painstaking efforts.

But on the face, he still had to worry: "Father really wants to eat it? I'm afraid it's not something delicious that Xuan'er made."

"Bring it here, what nonsense are you talking about?" the old man roared.

Wang quickly said: "Okay, okay, daughter-in-law, open it now, Xiao Shunzi, bring the bowl and chopsticks, the old man wants to eat the pastry made by Brother Xuan."

"Here we come!" Xiao Shunzi hurried out to bring in the bowls and chopsticks.

When Wang opened the food box, a strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus came to her nostrils. Wang smiled and said, "It smells delicious, huh..."

Her smile froze slowly, staring at the food box, she suddenly let out a long sigh.

"What's the matter?" The old man asked suspiciously when he saw her face changed drastically.

Mrs. Wang quickly restrained her expression, and brought out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and there were some three-color Lantern Festival under it, which had never been cooked.

The old man was also taken aback when he saw some osmanthus flowers sprinkled on the edge of the plate of the osmanthus cake, "Xuan'er made it? This kid, how can he learn how his mother makes osmanthus cake?"

Wang's heart felt sad. Although this child's heart is simple, but he is the most transparent. I am afraid that he misses his mother.

Wang Shi looked at the arrangement of those sweet-scented osmanthus, but it was not that simple. When Xiao Shunzi stepped forward to pinch, Wang Shi shouted: "Put it down and don't move."

Xiao Shunzi was startled, "Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Wang waved, "Put down the bowl, you go out first."

Xiao Shunzi put down the bowl and chopsticks suspiciously, then backed out.

The old man sat up and asked, "What's going on?"

Mrs. Wang took the plate and showed it to the old man, "Father, look, does the arrangement of osmanthus flowers look like three river characters?"

(End of this chapter)