The Main God Space is Coming

"My son, how can I be so blessed..."

"Take it."

Emperor Jiajing said in a slightly tough tone, but his expression was very gentle, quite like a loving father.

"Hey..." Jiashan took it with red eyes, tears streaming down his face, and was so moved that he couldn't say a word.

Except for the mother and concubine behind her and her proud look.

The rest of the concubines looked on almost blankly, and their jealousy was well concealed in the depths.

"Just thank you for your father?" Emperor Jiajing suddenly asked with a straight face.

Hearing this, Jiashan paused for a moment, sniffled slightly, and walked slowly in front of Beigong Wuyue.

"National Division……"

The coquettish voice was charming, Beigong Wuyue had a slight smile on her slender lips: "The princess dress is just right."

"Princess?"

"The poor man made a slip of the tongue, Jiashan."

"whee……"

Jiashan turned his head away in embarrassment.

Holding the jade bottle in his left hand, his right hand gently stroked the hair on his ears and temples. The little face flushed from crying revealed a playful and thrilling beauty.

Beigong Wuyue looked calm, standing like a goose.

The atmosphere is not afraid of excitement, it is afraid of sudden silence.

Emperor Jiajing, who was planning to let things continue to develop, had no choice but to say: "The national teacher has worked hard, are you hungry?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Beigong Wuyue did not refuse.

Afterwards, he and Emperor Jiajing sat on the main seat and had a meal together, although he repeatedly declined.

At the same time, the princess next to him was Jiashan.

This is not in line with "ritual".

But this can be regarded as an ordinary family banquet, so naturally no one dared to refute Emperor Jiajing's face.

After a while.

Emperor Jiajing's complexion soon became unsightly, not aimed at anyone present, but...

"But it doesn't suit the national teacher's taste?"

That was anger directed at the chef.

Seeing that Beigong Wuyue hardly moved his chopsticks, he naturally blamed the chef.

What's the use of a chef who can't make dishes that the guests can eat to their heart's content?

"It's a delicacy."

Beigong Wuyue seldom smiled wryly.

Then he began to explain: "I took Bigu Dan some time ago, and now I don't have much appetite."

"After taking the Bigu Pill, Pindao's desire for tongue and mouth fell to the extreme. It really is ashamed of His Majesty's heart!"

Beigong Wuyue immediately pleaded guilty.

Naturally, Emperor Jiajing would not convict him foolishly, but his red eyes started to recur.

Bigu!

As a cultivator madman, how could he not know what the meaning of bigu is.

The spy who was both protecting and monitoring Kitamiya Mutsuki had reported to him——

Beigong Wuyue has hardly eaten any food made by the imperial dining room these days, and only some precious medicinal materials were sent to Beigong Wuyue's room.

At that time, Emperor Jiajing lost his temper just like he did just now.

The invited "True Immortal" would rather eat medicinal herbs than eat the so-called "delicacy"?whose fault?

Of course it's someone else's fault!

If it weren't for the merits of some dishes, he would have ordered someone to replace the head chef of the imperial dining room!

"Bigu?" Jiashan suddenly interjected, tilting his head and asked curiously, "Do you mean not eating for many days?"

Emperor Jiajing's eyes lit up, good daughter!What a great question!

Only then did he realize that the benefits of having a daughter were so obvious.

"What Jiashan said is true," Beigong Wuyue explained calmly, "Poverty Daoist thought it was troublesome to eat during retreat, so he took Bigu Pill."

"Hee hee, you are so lazy, and these dishes are delicious, you are at a disadvantage~"

"The road to cultivating the Tao is bumpy, and it's okay to be pure-minded and ascetic."