I made millions after becoming a tyrant's concubine

Wende Palace.

Huo Zheng was burying his head in looking at the booklet, the imperial brush in his hand almost never stopped, even if Qian Yanzhi greeted him in the hall, he didn't look up, just casually mentioned:

"Are you still used to it in Wenyuan Pavilion today?"

Qian Yanzhi was stunned for a moment, then saluted immediately, without changing his expression or panting, he said, "It's okay, everyone takes good care of me."

Huo Zheng was slightly stunned, raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him who wouldn't blush when lying, grabbed the memorial at hand and threw it at Qian Yanzhi's feet.

"The memorial to impeach you for bossing you around when you first came to Wenyuan Pavilion, not working, and just snoozing." Huo Zheng's tone was cold, especially those eyes that could eat people were fixed on Qian Yanzhi, Seeing that his back was numb, he didn't know how to explain it.

He picked up the memorial and stammered: "I didn't catch the assassin last night. I didn't sleep all night. I just... I just need to rest. I want the horse to run, and I want the horse not to eat grass. Your Majesty, this will not work." ah."

Huo Zheng didn't look away, Qian Yanzhi immediately looked away after arguing, and said a little timidly:

"I was wrong. I will work hard tomorrow so as not to embarrass Your Majesty."

Huo Zheng then withdrew his gaze and continued to review the memorial in front of him.

Hearing that there was no more to say, Qian Yanzhi thought of Huo Jingyuan who was kneeling at the gate of the palace, and thought that there were still [-] points left for the father and son to meet each other, so he was determined to sneak a look at Huo Zheng:

"It's great to know what's wrong. Your majesty said I was wrong, so I admit it and correct it in the future. Then your majesty made a mistake, can you correct me?"

Huo Zheng raised his eyes, and Qian Yanzhi was so shocked that he almost lost half of his soul.

"What did you say?" Huo Zheng asked.

Qian Yanzhi gritted his molars and clenched his fists. Thinking of the [-] points, he gave him great courage, then looked straight at Huo Zheng, and said:

"As a parent, if you give birth, you should raise him. If you don't want to raise him, why did you give birth to him in the first place? In the palace, there are not too many tricks to conceive. Why do you want to keep him? Isn't your majesty wanting to be a father! You hate him, avoid him, you are not worthy to be his father! Even if His Majesty has ten or twenty sons in the future, you are not worthy to be a father!"

Qian Yanzhi chattered endlessly, like spitting out small steel cannons, every word exploded in Huo Zheng's ears, and the waiter who was waiting next to him was also shocked, his face turned pale, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop.

Huo Zheng's eyes seemed to be covered with ice, deep and cold. It seemed that the words just now had plunged him into painful and resentful memories. He was holding the imperial brush, and it broke into two sections with a snap, and the sound of breaking could be heard Qian Yanzhi's heart tightened slightly, and two words appeared in his head.

It’s over.

"Get out." Huo Zheng's tone was very light.

Qian Yanzhi was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then ran away, fearing that Huo Zheng would repent, as if stepping on a hot wheel, he ran out of Wende Hall quickly, and almost tripped over the threshold when he was in front of the hall.

"Your Majesty..." The servant knelt down on the ground, cautiously raised his head to look at Huo Zheng, seeing his usual expression, his heart became more and more worried.

Everyone in the palace knew that the little prince was Huo Zheng's villain. Although he was a little prince, he was not favored by Huo Zheng. Ever since he was born, Huo Zheng had never hugged or kissed him.

Others may not know the origin of the little prince, but the servant who is with Huo Zheng knows it, so he can feel Huo Zheng's mood at the moment.

Huo Zheng put down the imperial brush in his hand, and the moment he closed his eyes, his expression returned to normal: "Grinding."

Hearing Huo Zheng's order, the servant crawled up and came to Huo Zheng, grinding for him with trembling hands, watching him review the memorial as usual.

"Your Majesty, Shao Qian made him..." the servant said tentatively.

Huo Zheng ignored it and only focused on the contents of the memorial.

The waiter didn't speak again, just grinding with peace of mind.

Qian Yanzhi, who escaped from Wende Palace in a panic, stood at the gate of the palace, caressing his heart that was about to jump out of his mouth, and almost got a box of lunch again, but fortunately, he ran fast and escaped.

Just facing Huo Jingyuan who was full of expectations, Qian Yanzhi was dumb.

Huo Jingyuan seemed to know the result, and he didn't show too much disappointment on his face, but solemnly kowtowed towards Wende Hall, then got up and walked towards the palace where he lived.

For some reason, it was clearly a small body of five or six years old, but when Qian Yanzhi looked at his back, he could see a bit of vicissitudes.

Qian Yanzhi glanced at the Wende Palace, thinking of the scene of scolding the tyrant in the palace before, he felt a chill down his spine, and walked away, not daring to stay at the gate of the palace.

"Your Highness, it's almost time for dinner, why don't I cook something delicious for you." Qian Yanzhi walked to Jing Yuan's side and said with a smile.

Huo Jingyuan ignored him and just walked with his head bowed.

Qian Yanzhi didn't give up either, and continued: "Your Highness, I can make many things that the royal chefs in the palace can't do. For example, crispy fried chicken, it's crispy and crispy after a bite, um, it's delicious, the chicken is fresh and tender ..."

goo goo-

Huo Jingyuan stopped, Qian Yanzhi also shut up, one big and one small looked at each other sideways, Huo Jingyuan pursed his lips tightly, his throat moved slightly, as if he was swallowing, his dark eyes were full of doubts:

"Hmm... is it really delicious?"

Qian Yanzhi endured it for a long while, and burst out laughing. It seemed that the child was really hungry, so he stretched out his hand to him, and said with a smile, "Then follow me, and I will take you to eat."

Jing Yuan lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then glanced back at the gate of Wende Palace, then nodded solemnly, took Qian Yanzhi's hand, and walked towards Hanyan Pavilion.

In the small kitchen of Hanyan Pavilion, all the cooks stood at the door, leaving only Jing Yuan and Qian Yanzhi in the hall. Jing Yuan sat on a small bench, with a small table in front of him, and a cup of Qian Yanzhi was placed on it. Orange juice squeezed with bare hands.

And Qian Yanzhi was wearing the apron of the cooks, and was hard at work making fried chicken wings and chicken chops.

The fire in the stove was burning hot, and the oil in the pot was gradually boiling. The marinated chicken chops and chicken wings were coated with egg liquid and steamed bun crumbs, and then put into the pot for frying.

Not to mention Huo Jingyuan, even the cooks standing at the door of the kitchen were full of astonishment, as if they had never seen such a fresh way of eating.

The steamed steamed bun was also cut into two by Qian Yanzhi, sandwiched a small piece of chicken chop, put a slice of tomato and two slices of vegetables, and even fried two portions of French fries, brought the chicken chop and chicken wings, and went back together The main house with the Smokehouse.

Huo Jingyuan held the cup of freshly squeezed juice and followed Qian Yanzhi back to the main house, and then sat facing each other, sniffing the food on the plate, Huo Jingyuan swallowed, and looked at Qian Yanzhi cautiously:

"How do you eat this?"

Qian Yanzhi picked up the hamburger made of steamed buns and took a bite. Jing Yuan followed his example and picked up the steamed buns and began to eat.

Sure enough, whether it is ancient or modern, this young child likes to eat these fried junk food.

"Master Qian..." After swallowing the food in his mouth, Jing Yuan opened his mouth and called out.

Qian Yanzhi shook his head quickly: "Change the name, how about you call me brother, brother Qian, how nice it is."

Jing Yuan pursed his lips and thought for a while, then quickly shook his head: "Then I'll call you Brother Ah Yan."

Qian Yanzhi thought for a while, and Jing Yuan's voice was also nice. He was inexplicably happy to hear him call himself Brother Ayan, and then nodded: "Okay, let's call it like that."

Jing Yuan raised his smiling face, his baby-fat face looked even more endearing at the moment, but it was completely different from his previous stubborn and stubborn appearance. "Brother Ah Yan, will you teach me how to make this later? I want to learn how to make it for my father." Jing Yuan's eyes shone with sincerity, and Qian Yanzhi's heart tightened a little.

"You are still young, you will learn when you grow up." Qian Yanzhi said.

Jing Yuan put down the French fries in his hand, and the smile on his face dimmed. He looked down at the food on the table: "As a son of man, we should always remember the kindness of our parents. Now that we have delicious food, But not being able to share it with the royal father is considered unfilial."

Qian Yanzhi stretched out his hand and pinched his cheek: "You are still young, you should be eating, drinking and having fun at this age, you are not worried about anything, don't worry about anything else, your father will have other sons in the future, let him The other sons love him."

Jing Yuan shook his head with a sincere expression: "No, I am already five years old. I am not a child anymore. Even if my father has other heirs in the future, I will also be the elder brother. The elder brother should take the responsibility of the elder brother and set an example to teach good brothers and sisters." .”

"But your father doesn't love you." Qian Yanzhi said quickly.

A trace of tears flashed in Jing Yuan's eyes, but he still stubbornly refused to shed tears. He pursed his lips tightly, and after a long while, he opened his mouth and said:

"I heard from the palace people that my mother is a low-class court lady, so it's not that my father doesn't love me, it's because my birth mother died when she gave birth to me, and my father is because he thinks of my mother when he sees me, so he doesn't go away. mine."

Tears rolled down the eyes of surprise, Qian Yanzhi was filled with paternal love when he watched, sat beside him, hugged him into his arms, and rubbed his head.

"See Your Majesty."

Suddenly, the servant at the door knelt down on the ground, his voice trembling.

Qian Yanzhi hurriedly looked towards the door, seeing Huo Zheng appearing at the door, his gloomy expression made Qian Yanzhi's mind churn at the moment, thinking about what to do to prevent Huo Zheng from entering the house.

He must have come to settle accounts!

Just because I beat him at Wende Palace in the afternoon!