I'm a Buddhist foster child

Regarding the question of bad taste, his expression was quite gloomy, his face darkened, with an indescribable rage, as if...

It's like having a sweet tooth.

Snapped!

Yang Jian suddenly shook his hands and threw the half-bitten ox tongue cake on the ground. With a "clang-clang--", his body trembled, and he fell forward suddenly, and fell on the desk, smashing the documents on it to pieces. Bad.

"Human, lord?!"

Everyone was stunned, not knowing what was going on, Yang Guang looked down at the ox tongue cake that fell on the ground and almost turned into crumbs, narrowed his eyes, and said in shock: "Sweet?"

The ox tongue cake was spilled on the ground, and the filling was not the color of salt and pepper, but it was sweet at a glance. Just now, Yang Jian bit it down and took a big bite of the sweet pastry.

"Cough——" Yang Jian supported the table with one hand, and held his own neck with the other, coughing and retching vigorously, trying to spit out the ox tongue cake he ate, his face turned blue, black, and white , the veins on the side of the neck were fully exposed, and the veins on the frontal corner of the retching also protruded.

"Swelling is sweet!" Yu Wenxian supported Yang Jian, and said to Yang Guang: "Don't the prince know that the master can't eat sweets? You actually make sweet pastries for the master!"

Yu Wenxian said so, but said to Yang Jian: "Master, the prince must have been confused for a while, the prince is the master's own son, how could he murder the master?"

When Yang Guang heard his two words of sowing discord, he clenched his blistered little fleshy hands, strode forward, and pushed Yu Wenxian away.

"Ah duck!" Yu Wenxian's wheelbarrow overturned on the ground, and he rolled off the wheel, with a sound of "Wow--", he cried pitifully.

Yang Guang had seen Yang Jian go "crazy" before, so he quickly poured out a glass of water and said, "Father, drink water!"

Bang-! !

Unexpectedly, just as Yang Guang's ear cup was handed to Yang Jian, Yang Jian's breathing was heavy and his eyes were red. A circle, hit far away.

Yang Jian seemed to be enduring great pain, the veins on his forehead were angry, and he was sweating. His hoarse voice was not gentle at all, and he roared angrily: "Get out!! I don't want to see you again!"

There was chaos everywhere, Yang Jian's roar echoed in the imperial palace of Lu's bedroom, Bi Guogong Yu Wenxian, who was lying on the ground and crying bitterly, slowly showed a proud smile on the corner of his lips...