The villain is ruthless

Chapter 597

"Now about the attack on Nanyue, the ministers in the court are quite critical, and the emperor is also sick with anger."

Speaking of Xiao Ting, this old official was quite helpless, but he didn't know how to stop him. That His Royal Highness is not easy to mess with.

The little prince picked up the cold teacup, "I never thought that Brother Dahuang would have such great ambitions."

The veteran sighed quietly, "Your Highness has been ambitious since he was a child."

The little prince smiled slightly when he heard the words, "Brother Dahuang is now the prince, so he wants to make some achievements."

Hearing what he said, Mr. Fang was embarrassed, "This matter is related to the fate of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it is not the Highness who has the final say."

The little prince laughed and didn't answer, he was noncommittal about this matter, Mr. Fang wanted to test him, but he couldn't find out why, so he had to give up resentfully.

After a while, the teacup in his hand was completely cold, and the little prince said, "Thank you, Mr. Fang, for letting me know, Wu Hui will go back first."

Wuhui is the name of the little prince.

Darkness, darkness without daylight.

Wuhui was obtained by the emperor for the little crown prince back then, in order to make him feel clear and upright.

Seeing that Mr. Fang was about to leave now, it was not easy to persuade him to stay, so he stood up and sent him to the door, "The Queen Mother was kind to this old minister back then, and today His Highness came back, and this old minister is very pleased. If there is something useful, this old minister will have nothing to say .”

"Master Fang is serious," the little prince didn't change his face, he didn't seem to care about Mr. Fang's promise, and there seemed to be a sea of ​​water in his eyes, and he said calmly, "My mother helped Mr. Fang back then, and I never thought that Mr. Fang would come out to see you today. There is no obscurity, and there is no obscurity in gratitude."

After speaking, he left without saying whether he needed Mr. Fang's help.

Because of this, Mr. Fang felt startled.

The innocent and naive boy back then grew up to such an appearance among the people that even he couldn't see what was going on in his heart, he was worthy of being born by the queen.

Mr. Fang sighed secretly at the door now, thinking of Xiao Ting who had stirred up the chaos in the court, he didn't know whether it was good or bad for the little prince to come back.

When two tigers fight, one will lose.

It was wrong for the empress to meet with the Jinwu Guard alone, but it couldn't erase the conspiracy of the imperial concubine and His Royal Highness.

The sky in Beijing is about to change.

When the little prince returned to the house, Jiang Zhu was making brown sugar in the kitchen. Hearing footsteps, she stood up and looked sideways. Seeing the dusty little prince, she beckoned him to her side, "Tired?"

"Not tired," the little prince walked to her side, watching her movements curiously, "what is sister doing?"

"Boil the sugar." Jiang Zhu put the rose petals on the plate into the viscous brown sugar, and stirred vigorously, "Sit down and rest for a while."

The little prince took two steps forward, sat down on the small stool under the stove, looked up at her, his eyes were shining, "Sister is in the house all day?"

"I went out for a while during the day." Jiang Zhu stopped, and used a mold to fill the sugar paste into shape.

The little prince's eyes followed her quietly, seeing the image turning around, busy, his impetuous heart silently filled with gentleness.

After finishing what he was doing, Jiang Zhu poured hot water for him to wash his hands and face, "Is today going well?"

"Yes," the little prince nodded, "Master Fang agrees to support me."

"That's good." Jiang Zhu was not pleased with this answer.

That Mr. Fang did support the little prince, but in the original plot, his support was not unconditional.

Back then, Mr. Fang was framed in the examination room. The queen, who had not yet entered the palace, told the family about it, and finally returned Mr. Fang's innocence.

Mr. Fang is willing to help the little prince, but he has an extremely annoying request.

That is to make the little prince weak and marry his youngest daughter as the queen, so that the Fang family is worth the risk for him.

Mr. Fang hasn't figured out the little prince yet, so he hasn't made a decision right away, but when the little prince needs his help, he will naturally ask for his own.

The kindness of that year has long been overwhelmed by the desire for power in decades of tossing and turning.

"Sister is worried about me?" Perhaps Jiang Zhu's expression was too cold, the little prince saw the strangeness, and couldn't help asking, "Master Fang can't believe it?"

"No," Jiang Zhu took the handkerchief from his hand, "Even though Mr. Fang is on your side, His Highness cannot completely trust him."

"I know what to do," the little prince smiled slightly, "Don't worry, sister."

Jiang Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, and filled his belly with a bowl of wonton.

In the next half month, the little prince left early and returned late every day, secretly visiting several clans who supported the queen back then.

These years, Xiao Ting has been beheading the Queen's supporters in order to avoid future troubles. He has long been afraid of killing these veterans, and only wants to tear Xiao Ting's body into thousands of pieces to relieve the hatred in his heart.

The appearance of the little prince just gave these people an excuse to pull Xiao Ting down.

The little prince didn't mind being the blade in their hands, as long as they could hold him.

The pastry shop's business is getting better and better, Jiang Zhu will go over to have a look from time to time.

On this day, Jiang Zhu put the boiled rose brown sugar on the shelves, and was about to talk about the efficacy with two helpers.

Suddenly, two beautiful girls in brocade clothes walked in.

Each of them was followed by two maidservants, combing a beautiful bun, wearing gold ornaments, with scarlet flowers painted on the center of their brows, their eyebrows flowing, and their posture noble.

At first glance, she is a noble lady.

"Sister Zhuang, the Fumeng Bakery just opened this month. There are many kinds of pastries in it, and the taste is very good. I fell in love with it once I tasted it, and you should like it too."

The one who spoke was a playful girl in a goose-yellow skirt. She had a fair face, a crisp voice, and round eyes full of aura, as if she could speak.

Standing next to her was a girl in a purple fairy dress, with a graceful figure, a slender gooseneck, a delicate and beautiful face, and an undeniable arrogance in her eyes.

All the girls around her were compared by her.

"Really?" Zhuang Yuelan glanced down at the pastries in the shop, with a hint of disdain in her eyes, but they are just crude pastries, how can they be compared with modern exquisite desserts?

"Yes!" Fang Ruoruo didn't hear Zhuang Yuelan's perfunctory, and said with a smile, "I like the lotus seed cake, mung bean cake, and yellow peach lotus paste cake. Sister Zhuang will try it later."

"Okay," Zhuang Yuelan concealed her impatience, looked at the things in the shop out of boredom, and suddenly her eyes stopped on the rose brown sugar, "This is... what?"

She suddenly raised her head and asked the helper in the store.

"It's the brown sugar newly researched by the master," the helper said immediately, "Soak it in water, do you want to try it, miss?"

Soaked in water to drink?

Zhuang Yuelan's heart skipped a beat. She had only seen this complicated brown sugar in modern times. There were not only roses, but also red dates, black sesame seeds, and walnut kernels. How could such things appear in ancient times?

Could it be that the owner of this shop is her fellow countryman?

Thinking of this, Zhuang Yuelan's heart thumped, "Where is your master? I want to see her!"

(End of this chapter)