The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 897: Haohao’er gives Prince Hui a ride

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"So what if he can't see it? Now even if Prince An punches and kicks him, he still has to smile and greet him. He must have no other life-saving straw except Prince An. I have support," Zhong Mingzheng said slowly, lowering his head to cup the tea. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and asked Ling Shi'an, "What rank is Duan Chenghong now?"

"Your Majesty, Duan Chenghong compiled it from the Sixth Grade Hanlin Academy." Ling Shi'an said.

"Since he wants to seize Prince An's life-saving straw, then I will give him a chance," Zhong Mingzheng said lightly, "Let Chen Qingxuan from Ning Guta serve in the Hanlin Academy."

"Yes, Duan Chenghong clung to Chen Qingxuan, and naturally he caught Prince An," Ling Shi'an was startled and then said with a smile, "Your Highness is really a good plan."

"What good plan do I have? It's just to comply with the wishes of my father. Doesn't my father want to keep Chen Qingxuan in the capital? Naturally, I want to be with my father," Zhong Mingzheng said slowly, while taking a sip After taking a sip of tea, he looked out at the gloomy night, and then said, "Is Prince Huijun leaving Beijing now?"

"Yes, Prince Hui will leave for the fiefdom tomorrow," Ling Shi'an said, while asking Zhong Mingzheng with a smile, "What? Your Highness, do you want to give Prince Hui a ride?"

"It's natural. My father values ​​benevolence, justice, filial piety, and brotherhood. As a prince, you must abide by it. Besides, I and Prince Hui have always been brothers and sisters." Zhong Mingzheng raised his eyebrows and put the hand in his hand. Putting down the teacup, he got up and walked towards the bedroom, "Shi'an, come with me out of the capital tomorrow and give Prince Hui a good trip."

"Yes, I obey my orders." Ling Shian bowed.

……

It's night.

Huijun Prince’s Mansion.

Bedroom.

After Zhong Ming'e freshened up and changed clothes, he lay in bed in a daze until familiar footsteps came from outside. People were pushed away from the outside, and Liao Chongwu came in carrying a tray with a bowl of blood swallow stewed with honey on it.

"It's still the same as before. After washing my hair, I don't even wait for it to dry before going to bed. Although my body is not good, I still don't know how to take care of it." Liao Chongwu put the tray on the small table while putting the A bowl of blood swallow stewed with honey was handed to Zhong Ming'e, "Quick, drink it while it's hot."

"Aren't you taking care of me every day?" Zhong Ming'e dug out a spoonful of honey to stew blood swallows and looked at Liao Chongwu with a smile, "If you put too much honey, it will be so sweet."

"Then I should take it a little less next time?" Liao Chongwu said hurriedly. He had never left the kitchen before. This time he returned to Beijing and rushed out a group of servants from the Prince Hui County Palace. The cook was too busy. Now, he started to learn to cook, but he didn't bother to learn anything else. He only learned to cook tonics and medicinal diets from the cooks and cooks. When he left Beijing and went to Yongzhou, his life would naturally not be the same. After competing in the capital, he was worried that Zhong Ming'e's body would not be able to bear it, so he began to learn to replenish his body now.

"No need," Zhong Ming'e lowered his head and continued to eat spoonfuls of honey-stewed blood swallows. After a long time, he whispered, "Anyway, as long as it's something you make, even if it doesn't add sugar or honey, it will be fine." Very sweet."

Liao Chongwu was startled, then laughed: "Really?"

"Really, if you don't believe me, try it." As he spoke, Zhong Ming'e dug out a spoonful of honey-stewed blood swallow and brought it to Liao Chongwu. He looked at Liao Chongwu with bright eyes, "It's very sweet."

"I... taste here..." Liao Chongwu looked at the spoon stretched out in front of him, his eyes followed the white porcelain spoon upwards, sliding over Zhong Ming'e's white and slender fingers, moon-white sleeves, and delicate white His chin finally landed on Zhong Ming'e's excessively red and shiny lips. He was panting heavily, so he held Zhong Ming'e's cheek and kissed it...