A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

Shen Ying took the dim sum out of the steamer, turned around and saw her son walk in dejectedly, and smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Mother, let me come, don't burn your hands." Ming Jiyuan took the buppa from the maid, and put the steamed dim sum on the tray: "The relationship between my sister and the prince looks very good."

"It's a good thing to have a good relationship." Shen Ying took a piece of snack and handed it to his mouth: "How does it taste?"

"It's not sweet or greasy, the taste is just right." Ming Jiyuan's eyes lit up: "Mother, you haven't started cooking for a long time, and the craftsmanship is still so good."

He stretched out his hand to take the snack on the plate, and was slapped away by Shen Ying: "What is the hurry, give it to your sister and brother-in-law to taste, and bring out the other snacks in the pot."

Ming Jiyuan widened his eyes in disbelief: "Mother, I am your own son."

Isn't even the status of King Chen incomparable?

"If you are envious, you can also find someone you like to marry and go back to your natal home with her, and you will be greeted by your father-in-law and mother-in-law." Shen Ying walked around the pretending son without looking back, "Hurry up with a snack and follow. "

Ming Jiyuan reluctantly followed his mother with a snack. Anyway, a man without a wife is the most insignificant person in the Ming family.

"Why don't you play cards?" Shen Ying walked into the yard, put the snacks on the table, and said to Wang Chen and Jiuzhu who were sitting together: "His Royal Highness, Jiuzhu, come and taste the freshly made snacks."

The maid waited on the two of them to wash their hands, Chen Wang ate a snack, and began to boast of Shen Ying's craftsmanship, with a sincere tone and sincere expression. Ming Jiyuan listened and couldn't help but start to doubt that the imperial chefs in the palace were all wine bags and rice bags, and couldn't even make delicious snacks.

He took a piece and put it in his mouth. It tasted good, but it seemed...not so delicious?

Looking at his mother who was coaxed to laugh by Chen Wang, he suddenly understood.

Become a pro man, true and hypocritical.

Waiting for my sister and brother-in-law to leave in the carriage, Ming Jiyuan stood at the door and said to Shen Ying: "Mother, what do you think of... Wang Chen?"

"It's better than you anyway." Shen Ying turned to look at him: "You have just arrived at Dali Temple these few days. If you have nothing to do, look at the dossier."

Career and family, there must always be the same.

A man who does not have a daughter-in-law must have a strong career.

"It's better than me..." Ming Jiyuan recalled that three years ago, his mother had said that Wang Chen had acted a little absurdly, how everything has changed now.

Ming Cunfu seemed to know what Ming Jiyuan was thinking. After the elders returned to the room, he whispered to him, "Do you think that the attitude of the elders in the family towards His Royal Highness Chen Wang suddenly became much better?"

"Yeah." Ming Jiyuan nodded, "Since I have the son-in-law of Wang Chen, my mother's eyes have been picky when looking at me."

When he first returned to the capital, his mother was so gentle with him, wishing she could even bring the tea he drank by herself.

How long has passed since then, everything has changed.

"You don't understand this. The former king Chen was the prince and the prince. But now the king Chen is his own." Ming Cunfu peeled peanuts: "My family and outsiders are two different things."

"What's more..." Ming Cunfu laughed: "The attitude of the king Chen towards Jiuzhu, the three uncles and the aunts can all see it."

Several princes, no one cares more about the princess than Chen Wang.

"The third aunt is kind to the prince, and I also hope that the prince and Jiuzhu have a good relationship." Ming Cunfu shook his head and threw the peanut shells on the plate: "Brother, you are still young and don't understand."

"How do you talk?" Ming Jiyuan gently kicked his calf: "No big or small."

Ming Cunfu was kicked staggering: "Brother, treat me better, I'm just a weak scholar, I can't help you kick like this."

Ming Jiyuan flicked his sleeve and snorted coldly, "I know what you mean."

He was silent for a while, then turned and walked into his yard: "I know it all."

Halfway, he turned back and said, "When you found Jiuzhu, did she really do well?"

Ming Cunfu nodded: "Although the mountains are poor, but her two masters treat her very well."

"That's good." Ming Jiyuan sighed, maybe he should have accepted the fact that his sister is already married to Wang Chen.

In the Sixth Palace of Zhang, the **** maid cleaned the courtyard where the king Chen lived some time ago, and regulated all the objects he used. If the Kylin Palace is not needed for the time being, they will all be sealed in private storage.

Things that the prince used can no longer be used by others.

"Cough cough cough cough cough." Wang An stood at the gate of the yard, choking a few times by the dust flying up from the inner yard: "This is the yard where the fifth brother lived, and the land has been turned over again?"

A **** walked by holding the scroll, accidentally fell, and the scroll fell to the ground, falling in front of Wang An, hula la la.

"Oh, good painting." Wang An bent over to pick up the painting, and couldn't help but praise: "The fog locks the mountains, the mountains are connected to the clouds, and there is a canoe on the Yanbo River."

"There is no seal on it, and no poem." Jing Wang walked to him and looked at the painting in his hand: "Is this the painting of the fifth younger brother and sister?"

"Second brother, third brother, what are you looking at?" Wang Chen walked into the courtyard and saw the painting in Wang An's hand, his eyelids moved slightly.

"Fifth brother, this painting is gone, I picked it up, not deliberately peeking." Wang An was afraid that Wang Chen would misunderstand him for peeking, and quickly explained: "Now the thing returns to the original owner."

The fifth brother hasn't hugged his thigh yet, don't offend him first.

"It's okay." Wang Chen took the painting handed over by Wang An and rolled it up.

"Fifth brother, this painting... is the younger brother and sister's calligraphy?" King Jing praised: "It's worthy of being a descendant of the Ming family. This painting is beautiful and beautiful, and it can be called a rare masterpiece."

Wang Chen glanced at him and nodded: "Yeah."

Then he took the painting and left.

"It's really a drawing of a younger brother and sister." Wang An looked at the back of his fifth brother's departure, and bumped his elbow into Wang Jing's arm: "It's a pity that I didn't take the opportunity to look more."

In his impression, he rarely sees his fifth brother’s love for poems and calligraphy, so besides the fifth brother and sister, who else’s paintings are useless, and they are placed in the yard where the fifth brother lives.

"Yes." Jing Wang glanced at the direction of the gate of Zhang Sixth Palace: "It's a pity."

"What a pity?" Wang Huai came out and saw the two younger brothers talking together, and said loudly: "You two don't get together all day and play around, think about how to get out of the palace."

Living in such a small yard every day makes him feel unhappy all over.

"Brother, the palace is also very good." Wang An said with a sense of reason: "All expenses are saved from the palace, and there is no need to spend it on your own."

Now they are still being punished by their father, and they will spend their own money to move out of the palace.

Save money, is it not good to give the princess jewelry?

"Just to save some expenses, are you willing to be here?"

"How can it be a little expense?" Wang Wang said: "How many people are in the palace? Etiquette, all kinds of banquets, utensils, grains and oils, which does not cost money?"

"It's so good now. You don't have to go to Liubu, you don't have to worry about the cost of the palace, what you want to eat in the small kitchen, and you don't have to pay for it yourself." The more An Wang said, the more he felt that this day was beautiful and couldn't help feeling: It would be great if Father could let me live like this for a lifetime."

Wang Huai knew that his second brother was not motivated, but he never expected that the other party would be so unmotivated.

Among the royal children, how could there be such an unpromising heresy?

"Forget it, you'd better sprinkle grains to fish for sparrows." Wang Huai regretted that he was talking nonsense with Wang An.

What is the salary, the filial piety of the people below, and the real power in your hand, which is not better than saving salary?

"Thank you elder brother for reminding that there must be more sparrows in spring."

Unexpectedly, a mocking remark was taken seriously by the second child, and Wang Huai almost vomited blood with anger.

"Big brother, don't mind." Jing Wang watched An Wang happily running away from his back: "Second brother, he doesn't understand. Birds are easy to forage in spring and won't be attracted by grains."

Wang Huai looked at him hard to say, what is this all about?

None of these brothers are normal.

He turned around and left, met Yun Yanze who had come back from the outside, grunted, and strode back to his small courtyard.

"Third brother, what's wrong with the eldest brother?" Yun Yanze didn't seem to care about the anger of the king at him for no reason, turning his head and smiling at King Jing.

"The fifth brother just came over and took a painting. The eldest brother told us that if he wanted to find a way to move out of the palace, the second brother was unwilling, so he made some unpleasantness."

"Painting?" Yun Yanze asked casually, "What painting?"

"A beautiful painting with a beautiful artistic conception and beautiful scenery." Jing Wang said with exclaim: "It's a pity that I have limited pen ability and can't imitate half of the charm."

"The third brother's painting skills have always been the best among our brothers. How can we belittle ourselves?"

"This painting was not made by the fifth younger brother, but the calligraphy of the fifth younger siblings." Jing Wang looked regretful: "It's a pity that the Ming family's paintings have never been passed on, otherwise I would rather give up my daughter and ask for a painting."

Yun Yanze sighed: "Unfortunately, my younger brother has no chance to appreciate it."

"If the fourth brother doesn't mind, you can go to my yard, and I will give you a copy of the outline." Jing Wang said: "Although my painting skills are not as good as the fifth brothers and sisters, I can copy one or two of her styles."

Copy... the style of painting?

Yun Yanze smiled faintly at Jing Wang: "There is Brother Lao."

"His Royal Highness, what did you take?" Jiuzhu glanced curiously when he saw King Chen coming out with a roll of things.

"When I'm free, I used two brushes." Wang Chen handed the scroll to Yang Yiduo: "The peach blossoms are about to bloom. I have to practice my hands before I can paint with you."

Jiuzhu stopped Yang Yiduo: "Manager Yang, show me the painting."

Yang Yiduo bent down and presented the painting to Jiuzhu, directly omitting Wang Chen's opinion.

Wang Chen nervously looked at the painting that Jiu was holding in his hand. Jiuzhu looked at his paintings, would he find that he used to praise her painting skills, it was a lie?

He is not afraid of anything else, just because Ming Xiaozhu is sad.

It doesn't matter whether the painting is good or not, the important thing is that Ming Xiaozhu happily paints.

"His Royal Highness's painting...is not bad." Jiuzhu looked at the painting carefully: "It's just too realistic and lacks a bit of artistic conception and interest."

Seeing that King Chen didn't speak, Jiuzhu thought he was sad, so she hurriedly looked for a supplement: "But the brushwork is very good, and it's better than my painting skills."

Chen Wang: "..."

Looking at the expression on Ming Xiaozhu’s face, "Although you paint worse than me, but I want to coax you, I must say you paint better than me", silently walked to her side, put the painting away, looked up at her tenderly : "The focus of painting is on artistic conception. I haven't painted well enough. You have to teach me more in the future."

"Okay." Jiuzhu patted his chest: "No problem."

Looking at Ming Xiaozhu who was smiling so happily and contentedly, Wang Chen took her into his arms with one hand, preventing her from seeing his expression.

For men, the most important thing is to be able to bend and stretch.

The thing about coaxing your wife to be happy can't be called bowing, let alone lying, it's called...sentiment.

Sun Caiyao put on her new spring clothes and wanted to wear her to show her highness. As soon as she walked to the door, she heard His Highness's voice from inside the room.

"Are you sure, the Taoist Temple of Ming Jiuzhu foster care is here?"

She had a meal at her feet.

"His Royal Highness, it is indeed here."

"Who's outside?" Yun Yanze's tone suddenly rose.

"His Royal Highness, it's me." Sun Caiyao raised the curtain and walked into the room, and glanced at the **** standing in the room: "His Royal Highness, this **** looked a little strange."

"The prince and concubine, the slave is on duty in the palace." The blue **** saluted.

"Oh." Sun Caiyao put down the refreshment in her hand, and didn't seem to care about the eunuch: "Your Majesty, try the new spring flower cake."

"Thanks for your hard work." Yun Yanze took a sip of tea and said to her: "You go to rest first, and I will have dinner with you later."

"Okay." Sun Caiyao walked out of the house, looked down at the embroidery on the skirt, and laughed at herself.

His Royal Highness would rather inquire about Ming Jiuzhu's childhood home than look at her.

Her elaborate dress today is like a joke.

"Prince concubine, people from Shangyi Bureau, please see me." Bai Shao walked to her and whispered, "Do you want to see?"

"See you." Sun Caiyao walked in front, concealing her disappointment: "White Peony, you have been serving with your mother for many years, have you ever seen His Royal Highness get close to other women?"

The white peony shook his head: "Nothing."

"His Royal Highness has been quite indifferent to me in the past few days." Sun Caiyao smiled bitterly: "If you know what kind of woman he likes, I will take the initiative to take him back, at least...I can get your Highness to smile."

"The prince and concubine don't want to think like this." Bai Shao persuaded: "His Royal Highness is not a good woman. If you really take a concubine for your Highness, it will hurt the relationship between you."

Sun Caiyao felt even more bitter. He frowned when he saw someone from the Shangyi Bureau and heard him say that the other spring clothes he customized will take a while to be finished.

"You didn't respond to me like this before."

"Please forgive the prince and concubine, but His Royal Highness Chen has customized several sets of spring clothes for the Princess Chen. The Shangyi Bureau is really too busy."

Sun Caiyao wanted to question, if Wang Chen wanted clothes, would it be necessary to postpone her?

But in front of the Shangyi Bureau, she just smiled politely: "Since the fifth brother made the clothes for the fifth younger siblings, it doesn't matter a few days later on my side."

"Thank you prince and concubine!"

The steward thanked again and again.

Sun Caiyao looked down at the skirt, her Royal Highness wouldn't notice when she changed into a new dress, but Wang Chen took the initiative to customize a new dress for Ming Jiuzhu.

"Send this letter to the Taoist Temple of Ming Jiuzhu foster care." Yun Yanze handed the thick envelope to the blue eunuch.

On the envelope, the name of the sender is Ming Jiuzhu.