Bold, how dare you break Ben Hou

Qingyi stayed in the main hall alone, not sitting down, not getting up.Seeing Liu Fu outside constantly poking his head out of the corner, he could only ask, "What's wrong?"

Liu Fu came in with a bow, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, and cautiously stepped forward: "The slave has prepared a cup of hot tea for Lord Hou."

Qing Zhi nodded and took it, took a sip, and immediately opened his eyes, "What kind of tea is this? Why is it so sweet?"

"Back to Lord Hou, it was Master Fang who told me before he left, that he was afraid that Lord Hou would feel distressed, so he specially asked the servant to put some sugar..." Liu Fu pleaded guilty to Qingzhi with a bitter face.Lord Hou is the one who pays him his salary, even if he lends him ten guts, he would not dare to play pranks on Qing Zhi; but Mr. Fang has to listen to what Mr. Fang said...

He asked himself to add sugar to Qingzhi's tea, even though he knew that he would be punished by Qingzhi for doing so, he didn't dare not to do it... But Mr. Fang is the one on Lord Hou's heart.

"What are you thinking..." Qing Zhi gritted his teeth, compared to adding sugar to the tea, Liu Fu's expression at this moment made him more angry.

Liufu hurriedly hugged Qingzhi's thigh with his head on his knees: "Master Hou, the slave is wrong, Master Hou, don't blame the slave!"

"You monkey learns fast enough!" Hugging the thigh is his patent!

Although Fang Lansheng felt a little guilty in his heart, after all, his identity had not been dismantled. This time bomb did not explode, and Qingzhi blew it out; it always made him lower his hanging heart a little.

Sitting on the chair with legs crossed, intending to let Liufu massage his feet, I heard that there will be a martial arts test tomorrow!You have to exercise your muscles and bones first, so that you can deal with the day's work tomorrow.

Just when he squinted his eyes and was about to enjoy a peaceful and leisurely afternoon, the second time bomb came to his door.

"Prince Mutai?" Qingzhi's eyes were half-closed, and the little eunuch standing at the door nodded vigorously: "Go back to Lord Marquis, yes."

How could the little crown prince from Xiliang come?

Qingzhi's neighbors living in Xinuange are Prince Naduo and Zhu Ruilin. The little crown prince of Xiliang lives a few corners away from Qingzhi, so it stands to reason that he wouldn't come to visit the house on this sunny afternoon?

But he still had a good impression of Mu Tai, after thinking about it, he sat up straight and nodded towards Liufu.

Liufu retreated slowly, said a few words to Mu Tai who was waiting outside the door, then saluted and ran back.

As soon as Mu Tai stepped into the main hall, he saw that Qing was the only person in the hall, so he quickly turned around and said a few words to the people behind him in Xiliang dialect. He was saying no, but Mu Tai's tone was firm and undeniable.

Qingzhi finds it interesting that although Mu Tai is from Xiliang, he looks weak and weak, and he is dressed in Hanfu, which makes him look like a noble son of the Han nationality.Such a person, but let a muscular man with a face full of flesh, who is good at punching at a glance, bow and obey, I have to say it is incredible.

Mu Tai entered the main hall alone, and bowed to Xiliang again, "Mu Tai Al Alihan, I have met Lord Marquis."

Qingzhi nodded, and didn't ask him to sit down, but said with a smile: "Prince Mutai came to Benhou's place when the sun was shining, but what's the matter?"

Mu Tai was not annoyed by the contempt in Qingzhi's mouth, he still looked respectful, when he bowed and bowed, Qingzhi found that his hand hidden in his cuff was tied with a red string, and he couldn't help but feel surprised.

"The princes of Xiliang have always had this custom. A red rope symbolizing auspiciousness is tied on the right wrist and cut off on the day of enthronement, implying the coming of a new dynasty." As if seeing Qingzhi's question, Mu Tai answered it softly.

Qingzhi was a little embarrassed at first, but he thought it was a custom in Xiliang. He was a prince of the Daxing Dynasty. He didn't know what kind of rules it was, but it was normal, so he smiled: "So that's what happened!"

Unexpectedly, Mu Tai changed his mind and said: "This is the rule established by Emperor Wu and Empress Suma 50 years ago. Since then, every crown prince in Xiliang has to tie his hands with a red rope. Could it be that the Marquis forgot?"

Qingzhi's head thumped, and this Empress Suma seemed to have some impression that she was the wife of Gu Jixiu's ancestor, and she was said to be the only foreign empress in the Daxing Dynasty.

He forced himself to be calm, and laughed: "The little prince is laughing at me. The Marquis had a serious illness some time ago, and I can't remember many things from the past."

"So that's how it is." Mu Tai didn't want to entangle him any longer, and continued following Qingzhi's words: "Mu Tai found something in the examination room today, and when he returned to the palace, he thought about it and felt that it was necessary to talk to Lord Hou. , That's why I chose this hour to avoid the crowds, and I hope Lord Hou won't be offended."

"Oh?" Qingzhi's hand shaking the fan stopped, feeling a little wrong in his heart, "What is it?"

Mu Tai took a step forward, took out the neatly folded paper from his cuff, and handed it to Qing Zhi: "Master Hou, please have a look."