"You are too unreasonable. The Ai family heard that Concubine Shu got up to prepare meals before dawn, and Concubine Zhao called the third prince into the palace early in the morning. Naturally, they all wanted to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with the emperor, but you were born. Coming to the Ai family, maybe the entire harem is complaining about this wicked mother-in-law of the Ai family. Drink your tea quickly and go back." The queen mother and the emperor sat in the warm pavilion talking and drinking tea. The queen mother has never been a hot temper. But the emperor is filial, she, a mother, is naturally happy, sitting alone with the emperor at this time. She also seldom opened her mouth to tease the emperor.
"Where in the world is there a mother who throws her son out? In order not to be a wicked mother-in-law, why not become a cruel mother?" Zhong Zhiheng also laughed. It was rare to feel at ease here with the Queen Mother. At this time, sitting cross-legged on the soft couch, drinking the hot montgogoda, I just feel comfortable all over my body. He drank all the tea in the teacup in one breath. It's just that I still feel unfulfilled. While looking at Bi Qiao who was standing aside, she said with a smile. "My aunt's tea-making skills are getting better again. The stone flowers in the Compassion Ning Palace are much better than those in the imperial study. It seems that I have to ask Ru Hai to ask my aunt about the tea-making skills."
"Long live God is ridiculously praised, but the servants will never dare to bear it," Bi Qiao laughed apologetically in a hurry. "Slaves are always clumsy, where can they cook such good tea?"
"Oh? There is someone in this palace who cooks tea better than your aunt?" Zhong Zhiheng asked with a smile.
Bi Qiao is from the south of the Yangtze River and cooks good tea, so she has been favored by the Queen Mother and Zhong Zhiheng over the years.
Bi Qiao glanced at the Queen Mother, and bowed to Zhong Zhiheng, "I'm telling you, Long Live Lord, she's a new maid."
"Oh? Let her come in," Zhong Zhiheng leaned on the soft pillow, tapped the small table with his finger, squinted and said, "The tea is so good, I should reward it."
Bi Qiao didn't speak, but the Empress Dowager put down the teacup with a smack, looked at Zhong Mingwei and said, "It's just a new girl in the palace, how could the emperor be so curious? If I go out, I am afraid that I will bear the name of the emperor."
"Yes, yes, my son is wrong, and my son knows his mistake," Zhong Zhiheng begged the queen mother for forgiveness in a hurry, while apologizing, "The son just acted on a whim. Could it be possible that the mother is really angry with the son?"
"You are the Son of Heaven, so naturally you have the final say on who picks the flowers and pinches the branches, but in the Palace of Compassion and Ning, please be careful, and don't fight the ideas of Ai's side," the empress dowager said palely. After a pause, she took another look at Zhong Mingwei, and sighed softly, "Concubine Zhao is eagerly looking forward to your going, if she knows that you are interested in a mere palace at Ai's house, According to her temperament, I'm afraid she can't wait to tear down the roof of the Compassionate Ning Palace, Ai's family is getting old, and she's most afraid of making troubles, so let Ai's family live a peaceful life."
"Mother!" Zhong Zhiheng couldn't help crying and laughing, "Zhao Shi is indeed a bit petty, but how dare she make trouble with mother? Besides, if she really made a wrong idea for a while, it's possible that my son will let her make a fuss Is it? Mother, how can you wrong your son so much?"
"Yes, with the emperor here, the Ai family is naturally not afraid of anyone," the queen mother said lightly, while patting Zhong Zhiheng's hand, she said slowly, "The emperor is the Ai family's greatest hope."
Zhong Zhiheng didn't speak any more, but immediately held the Queen Mother's hand tightly.
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Qianqing Palace.
When he came out of the Compassionate Ning Palace, it was already dark, Zhong Zhiheng was in a good mood today, and he drank an extra pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine for dinner, it was inevitable that he would feel a little smoky at this time.
"Long Live Lord, the Yanxi Palace just sent someone over to ask whether the Long Live Lord is still alive? Concubine Zhao and the two princes are still waiting for the Long Live Lord to have dinner together." Zhao Ruhai held a glass of montmorillonite flowers Come in, put it on the small table respectfully.