"Hey, I brought it for you. I kept holding it in the car. It will still be hot."
"What is it?" Liu Yusheng opened the paper bag in doubt, and a scent of green onions came to his face.
"Green onion sesame seed cake." Qian Wanjin said, "a new sesame cake stall in town, the taste is not bad."
Wei Hong, who was not far from Liu Yusheng's back, froze. Did Wei Lan really sell sesame seeds
Liu Yusheng tore off a small piece of the sesame seed, which was still warm in his hand, and nodded after tasting, "Well, the taste is pretty good."
"Like it? That stall is just across from the restaurant. I'll take you to eat next time. This kind of sesame seed tastes best when it comes out of the pan." Qian Wanjin looked at them after he was busy for a long time. The woman in her sight said, "Is this your relative?"
"No, I forgot to tell you that this is Aunt Hong, who lives in my house for the time being." Liu Yusheng said lightly, "Why did you come back so long this time? Something is going on in Beijing?"
Standing not far away, Wei Hong pretended to be busy and immediately pricked his ears.
"What can happen in Beijing is nothing more than those high-ranking people pinching you to death and life, making the situation below tense." With a sneer, Qian Wanjin glanced at Liu Yusheng, meaning unknown, "I heard that the dragon body is nowadays. I am in trouble, unable to continue to take charge of the government, and I am ready to canonize the prince. The loudest voice is the 16th prince Nanling King. He has always been pampered with him today, Fu Nuan, do you think he has a chance?"
"Things of the royal family are too far away from us. It is not something that ordinary people like us can rashly talk about. We just need to live our lives well."
After eating two bites of biscuits, Liu Yusheng slowed down, "Little Dongjia, you said that the sixteenth prince came back from a trip to Beijing a year ago?"
Qian Wanjin's eyes darkened, "That's what the news said."
"Then... Do you know his name?"
"The sixteen princes have the surname from the country, the wind, the wind is green cypress."
Liu Yusheng's shoulders fell a little, his surname was Feng, Feng Qingbai.
It won't be him.
Soon after Qian Wanjin brought this news back, the imperial court posted the emperor list, and the emperor's edict announced to the world.
The proposed emperor Sun Feng Mohan is the prince. Before the prince has enough ability to manage state affairs, Nanling Wang Fengqingbai will act as the regent.
The world is in an uproar!
The entire royal family couldn't believe it.
Fengmohan! If it weren't for the name clearly written on the emperor list, they wouldn't even remember this person!
The posthumous child of the fourth son of the emperor! The birthday is also the day of sacrifice for the biological mother! Two years old! Although there is no father and no mother, it is a genuine royal blood!
They concentrated their hands and feet to deal with Feng Qingbai, and finally the crown prince was lost to another home
So are all the emperor favors Feng Qingbai has gained over the years are fake? Is it a blindfold
Is the emperor’s most dear son actually just a shield
The great jealousy of sliding the world!
In the harem, the hideous woman smashed the bronze mirror, "It's going to die, and his heart is still the same kind of evil! Help him to be the regent, so that he will not be bound by the palace! But he can still be the one with the highest authority! Good, good You make me convinced by this game of chess! Hahaha!"
In the Zichen Hall, the emperor was lying on the dragon bed, his face was blue and gray, and his breathing was short of breath.
"Qingbo... Xiu'er, the only thing I can help you is here. The way forward you... go by yourself, don't hate me..." The emperor made a scream as he panted, "Take these things. ...Enough to... protect yourself, make good use of it!"
The old eunuch immediately took a locked brocade box and handed it to Feng Qingbai. Feng Qingbai took it, then raised his eyes, his eyes flushed slightly, "You hold on, famous doctors from all over the world are coming..."
The emperor shook his head, "No...it's useless if I come here, it's time for me to go, go earlier, maybe, I can see your mother. I want to...apologize to her..."
The emperor's eyes gradually wandered, and he vaguely saw the ten-year-old girl who came to him to regulate his body. At that time, he had already passed away.
This company has been for twenty years, and she has never changed from a little girl who has grown into a gentle and graceful woman. And his temples began to stain with frost.
In the end, he fell in love and wanted her regardless of the huge difference in age and status.
He thought, she must hate him very much, so she went one step ahead of him, and let him be unloved in the years to come.
Now, he is going to find her.
Must apologize to his little girl and beg her to forgive him.
If there is an afterlife... he doesn't want this country and mountains, he just... spoils her.
In June, the Nanling Kingdom lost its mourning.
Emperor Hongyuan died, and the whole country was in mourning. He was not allowed to do celebrity affairs for six months.
In the same month, the two-year-old prince Feng Mohan ascended the throne and changed his name to Hongjing.
Because the new emperor was still young, Feng Qingbai, the king of Nanling, was regent by the first emperor's decree, and Mo Wenhai, the veteran of the cabinet, assisted by the prince and Tai Fu Feng Qian.
Both of these were well-known veterans in the court, the first emperor was die-hard faction, and with their two guards, the Nanling King Feng Qingbai could control half of the court.
Most of these things Liu Yusheng heard from Qian Wanjin. Sometimes Yanhong would run around the town, and when he came back, he would tell Granny Liu the rumors he heard as gossip stories.
She likes to listen to all kinds of gossip.
Regarding these, Liu Yusheng smiled after listening.
People are profitable, and others are profitable.
Especially where the imperial power is most concentrated, the fight is more cruel.
Everyone wants to climb to that position, but there is only one position. Then only the one who lives to the end is the king.
And the person who can become the king, it's not that his hands are stained with blood. Which, not as hard as iron.
Liu Yusheng shook her head, that world is too far away from her life, there will be no intersection at all. What is she lamenting here.
Taking care of fruit trees, seedlings, developing prescriptions, treating patients, and staying with her family is her life. Plain and full, simple and simple.
The white horse flies, time flies.
It is another spring. In the neatly painted farmyard, there are branches protruding from the courtyard wall, with fresh green, and a few budding pink flower bones on the branches exude a quiet and dark fragrance.
The carriage stopped in front of the gate of the farmyard. The sturdy young man jumped out of the carriage and pushed the door inward. "Grandma, I'm back. Oh, I'm exhausted. Is there anything to eat?"
In the stove room, the beautiful old lady poked her head out, holding a pot and spoon in her hand, and said loudly, "Little Gold, did you run away from marriage again?"
"Oh, feed my grandma! You old be quiet! What does it mean to run away? Didn't I say that the marriage contract for which I didn't nod doesn't count!" Qian Wanjin lowered his voice, was anxious, and his face blushed.
The old woman stepped into the stove, and her voice still came out clearly, "You said you are in your twenties this year, right? If you got married early, you will be fathers now."