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Chapter 8

Yan Zhaohe's poisonous mouth was more heartless than anyone else, Xun Zhui knew it was his own fault this time, if he persisted, Yan Zhaohe might really get angry.He obediently sat beside Yan Zhaohe and was scolded, and Yan Zhaohe also wanted to give the little emperor face, and walked out while talking and ignored Xunzhui.Xun Zhui sat alone in the room and wondered whether Yan Zhaohe would have calmed down when he came back, and then took him back to the palace.

It was rumored outside that the dignitaries in the palace were in Yingge Xiaozhu, so taking Xun to chase them back would inevitably be seen by others, Yan Zhaohe arranged a carriage to the backyard and prepared a black cloak.He went upstairs with clean clothes, Xun Zhui was lying on the table playing with a water glass, Yan Zhaohe put the clothes on the bedside, "I help His Majesty change."

Xunzhui shook his head, signaling Yan Zhaohe to go out.

"Your Majesty has an injury on your back, so I will help you." With an undeniable attitude in his words, Xun shrank his head and handed his hand to Yan Zhaohe. Yan Zhaohe unbuttoned the layers of clothes until the boy The slender figure is completely exposed to the air.

It wasn't cold, but Xun Zhui still couldn't help shaking when he completely faded.

Yan Zhaohe looked at Xunzhui's ribs and frowned. When Xunzhui was dragged away, someone kicked him in front of him, leaving a bruise the size of a fist.Xun Zhui didn't know that he was still injured, but following Yan Zhaohe's gaze, he realized that he held the bruise and shook his head to express that he didn't hurt.

"Your Majesty's health is related to the foundation of the country. I hope that Your Majesty will take care of your health." Yan Zhao said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of Xun Zhui's nose suddenly became sour, and the water in his eyes overflowed uncontrollably. He grabbed Yan Zhaohe's hand helping him change clothes, and tears fell on Yan Zhaohe's fingertips.Yan Zhaohe raised his head, and Xun Zhui closed his eyes the second he raised his head.Two lines of tears rolled down the corners of his eyes to his chin, and his breathing became short-lived.

Xun Zhui's lips were trembling, the nails of the hand he was holding Yan Zhaohe were deeply embedded in Yan Zhaohe's flesh, Yan Zhaohe looked at Xun Zhui calmly.

"Didn't I find His Majesty?" Yan Zhao said softly.

Xun Zhui's legs gradually lost the strength to support him and continued to stand where he was, slipping and falling into Yan Zhaohe's arms like a fish.Yan Zhaohe put Xunzhui's head on his chest, and after a while Xunzhui let out a weeping sound, covering King Zhao's chest, until now, his fear spread from the bottom of his heart and deeply invaded his emotions.His eyes were pitch black, just like when he was packed in a sack, and the sounds around him continued to amplify as he gradually lost his sight, but he had no choice at all, he didn't even have the ability to resist.

The boy next door uttered such heart-piercing yells, and the people around seemed to be familiar with it, and looked on bystanders with indifference.

"Yan Zhao, Yan Zhao!" Xun Zhui shouted hoarsely.

Yan Zhaohe remained silent, and Xun Zhui kept calling his name until he was too tired to make a sound, his head was sweating and his eyes were closed.

Yan Zhaohe covered Xunzhui with the black cloak, put his lips next to Xunzhui's ear and said, "Your Majesty said a lot today, I will take you to Prince Zhao's Mansion first."

"It's not appropriate to go back to the palace now, I will take His Majesty to live in my residence for a while."

Once out of Yingge Xiaozhu, the rain was fluttering and was blown by the wind and fell to the ground. Xun Zhui was wrapped in Yan Zhaohe's arms. Yan Zhaohe left through the back door, and Chu Yang returned to the palace, but a small part of the imperial guards Still guarding Yingge Xiaozhu.

Xun Zhui was facing Yan Zhaohe in the carriage with red eyes, he bent down and covered his eyes with his hands, and the big hat of the cloak completely covered his face and looked at Yan Zhaohe in embarrassment.

When he was a child, Xun Zhui often lived with Yan Zhaohe in Prince Zhao's mansion, and he couldn't take care of Zhao Dynasty government and the little emperor, so he took the little emperor with him at all times.The half-grown child followed behind the boy like a tail.At some point, Yan Zhaohe suddenly never brought Xun to Zhaowang's mansion again.Some people whispered bad things about King Zhao in Xun Zhui's ears. I am afraid that King Zhao is not the King Zhao who told the emperor everything back then, and there must be some secrets hidden in the palace.

Xun Zhui has no doubts in Yan Zhaohe, but he always has something in his heart after being talked about a lot.

He was so hungry right now, he went straight to the kitchen in the mansion as soon as he got out of the car.The decoration of Yan Zhaohe's mansion is very simple. It was built according to the prince's regulations, but there are not many decorations inside. There is only a pond of carp in the garden.

The servants in Yan Zhaohe's mansion were all the servants of Yan's family. The cook who often cooks in the kitchen was sitting at the door pickling pickles, and she saw a figure running fast from a distance.She squinted her eyes to identify it carefully, and when Xun Zhui ran close to her, she let out an oops. Xun Zhui pointed to the kitchen, and the cook quickly patted her clothes and said, "All blessings, Your Majesty."

"Aunt Zhao, the lord said to cook some easy-to-digest meals." said the servant following Xun Zhui.

Aunt Zhao nodded quickly, "Then what does the prince want to eat?"

"My lord is at the front, wait for me to ask, you can do it first." The servant said, and then whispered: "Serve Your Majesty well, don't bump into each other."

The millet porridge was boiled on the stove over a slow fire, and the side dishes had to be fried after the porridge was cooked. Aunt Zhao wiped her hands on her apron, seeing that Xun Zhui was quite interested in the pickle jar at the door.She walked up and said, "This is the pickle that the servant is about to pickle."

Yan Zhaohe went to the back kitchen to look for the little emperor after finishing the matter at hand in the front hall. The little emperor was sitting on a small bench at the door of the kitchen, pickling pickles with Aunt Zhao.Aunt Zhao put the sun-dried vegetables in a jar and spread a layer, and Xun Zhui held a coarse salt jar in her arms and sprinkled a layer.When Xun Zhui was young, he had a good relationship with Aunt Zhao, and Aunt Zhao took pity on this child who could not speak very much. At that time, Yan Zhaohe didn't tell the people in the house that this was the little emperor, so everyone regarded Xun Zhui as a relative outside Yan's family. Children are spoiled.

Until one day when the prince in the palace came to the mansion to pick up Xun and chase him back to the palace, the servants in the mansion were terrified.

That was also the last time that Xun Zhui lived in Prince Zhao's Mansion.

Xun Zhui wrote on a piece of paper that he also had pickles, but he hadn't gotten them yet.

"It's Qingmei, I'll bring it to you to taste when the time comes." Xun Zhui said again.

Aunt Zhao was overwhelmed by the flattery, she quickly thanked her, and said: "When I was young, I often ate the meals you cooked, and it was easier to eat than the ones from the Imperial Dining Room."

"Your Majesty, do you want to eat jujubes? I will add a few jujubes to the porridge, and add some brown sugar to the porridge to warm my stomach." Aunt Zhao asked Xunzhui.

Xun Zhui hugged the coarse salt jar and nodded, Aunt Zhao got up to look for red dates, he followed Aunt Zhao's instruction, covered the bowl of the pickle jar on the mouth of the jar, and then poured a ring of cold white water on the groove to achieve the sealing effect.

Aunt Zhao found out the brown sugar and dug out a piece with a clean spoon, that piece was really big, Xun Zhui looked at the egg-sized piece of brown sugar in amazement and thought she had to put it all in.Aunt Zhao used a clean hammer to break the candy apart. Brown sugar is more susceptible to moisture than other sugars, and it is easier for sugar to clump together.

Yan Zhaohe said from the side: "Eat less sugar."

Xunzhui grabbed the writing paper into a ball and threw it at Yan Zhaohe, Yan Zhaohe let Xunzhui attack him, just like coaxing a child to play, it doesn't hurt or itch.

Brown sugar is an excellent stomach-warming product in winter, but it is the best trigger for getting angry in midsummer.Aunt Zhao likes children, so Yan Zhaohe took a spoon to measure her in order to prevent her from giving Xun too much chasing.

Xun Zhui put one side of the small bench against the door, leaning his shoulders against the door frame, Yan Zhaohe looked really cool in that lake blue suit.

No one knows that the little emperor is now hiding in Prince Zhao's mansion, just like a prince in the palace who brings food into the bedroom, sits in the bedroom and picks out the food that suits the little emperor, and then takes out the rest of the food, pretending to be The illusion that the little emperor is still resting in the bedroom.

The sauerkraut jar is marked with when to marinate, and it is more convenient to take it out and eat it when the day comes.Xun Zhui followed Aunt Zhao to store the jar in the cellar, where there were many vegetables, he took a small radish out to wash and eat it.

The radish was peeled and cut into pieces, and Xun Zhui took the small plate to the garden to find a comfortable place to sit down and eat slowly.Before he finished the first piece, Yan Zhaohe, who could not see anyone when he came out of the cellar, appeared in front of him again. Yan Zhaohe put a book in front of Xun Zhui and said, "You can't miss your homework these few days living in the house."

King Zhao specially sent someone to inquire about the progress of Zou Zhixin's homework. Zou Zhixin made a long list of the homework that Xun Zhui had to learn recently.

"I will teach you the homework for the past few days, and the most basic horse stance is the kung fu." Yan Zhao said softly.

Xun Zhui said too much.

Yan Zhaohe said: "Your Majesty is a dragon among men, so naturally he has to work harder than ordinary people, but when the late emperor taught his ministers, his homework was as intense as His Majesty's."

It means that I can bear it, His Majesty must be more capable than me.

Xun Zhui turned the cover of the book upside down, feeling as upset as if he was entangled in woolen yarn.When the millet porridge was served, he felt tired of smelling the sweet taste of brown sugar, but there was nothing in his stomach, and his stomach acid came up in bursts, making him uncomfortable. Yan Zhaohe watched him finish a bowl before he let it go.

King Zhao is one of the few royal family members in the capital who is not married and does not take concubines. He has no blood relationship with the royal family, but the late emperor always included Yan Zhaohe in his family, so he can be regarded as a family member.Prince Zhao's mansion was empty, with neither beauties nor Shengle.I don't know which dynasty made the rules. There are no clear rules, but now they have become the default rules.

Nobles are not allowed to go to the troupe to listen to operas, let alone perform in the mansion. If they want to listen to the music, they can only raise a troupe in the mansion.Yan Zhaohe doesn't like to listen to opera, which is because he has inherited the temperament of the old Hou Ye. A babbling sentence in the opera can hang the elders, and talking about love is too lingering. It is better to read history books when talking about historical events.

There was no joy in the whole Prince Zhao's mansion, Xun Zhui sat dryly with his book in his hands, Yan Zhaohe stared at him while reading the memorial.

"Why don't you come and see the memorial, and today's book will be waived." Yan Zhao said softly.

Xun Zhui buried his head in the book.

Compared with the flamboyant intrigue in the memorial, it seems that the book is much more beautiful than the memorial.

The little emperor's resentment lingered until dinner in the evening, when a dish of sweet and sour crispy pork was served in the small kitchen before dissipating.Yan Zhaohe personally prepared vegetables for the little emperor. The vegetables in Xunzhui's small bowl were piled up in a pile, and the meat was just a small piece. He pouted.