After the evil daughter-in-law was crossed, the disabled villain was redeemed

Nanzhi and the other two couldn't resist Liu Daneng's enthusiastic hospitality and finally cut a piece of meat.

Carrying the pork back, Nanzhi couldn't help but sigh.

"I didn't expect Chi Meijuan's life to be so unhappy..."

She was thinking that the night soil collectors collected night soil every day and earned income every day.

Moreover, the manure collected can be made into fertilizer and sold to landlords.

It can be considered a profit-making business with no investment, where you can only make money and never lose money!

How can life be so miserable that I have to bargain even for some meat.

But obviously, Yuan Mo didn't want to talk too much about Chi Meijuan with her.

The attitude is very perfunctory.

"Other people's affairs have nothing to do with us! I just want Zhizhi to be happy..."

The two chatted and laughed, and then took the two kids out for lunch before returning.

After arriving home, Nanzhi couldn't wait to call Nineteen in. She also wanted to taste what the legendary royal food tasted like!

The two of them worked in the kitchen for an entire afternoon and finally managed to imitate the chef and prepare a few bowls of the dish.

"It looks like this, but I've only seen it, I haven't eaten it. Doctor Nan can ask the master."

Nanzhi took a bite doubtfully, hmm...

How to say it, crisp and refreshing, sweet but not greasy.

It doesn’t feel like the kind of throat-choking sweetness that Yuan Mo likes.

She called the third young master and asked him to see which one tasted more authentic.

"San'er! Come and try the melon, fruit and lotus root you have been talking about."

The third young master followed Baoyun into the kitchen and blinked as he looked at the bowls of lotus roots on the stove.

Why... so many?

Nanzhi seemed not to notice his hesitation and took half a step back.

"Try it and see which one tastes more like what you've had before!"

"Try... all of it?"

Seeing Nanzhi nodded firmly, the Third Young Master swallowed his saliva and was quite well behaved.

Take the spoon and taste them one by one.

Hearing Nanzhi's voice, Yuan Mo also came out and leaned against the door frame.

My heart started to feel a little sour again.

Give it to him, not to me...

but……

This gave him inspiration.

Perhaps I could use the same method to test and see if his memory has been fully restored.

The third young master picked out the bowl that tasted closest to his favorite and picked it up.

"This is somewhat similar, but not exactly the same. When I return to Beijing someday, I will take you to eat it."

Nanzhi tilted her head, somewhat unconvinced.

"All these foods don't taste the same? It seems that it is still difficult for ordinary people to prepare the imperial food in the palace."

The third young master nodded in agreement.

He gave the bowl of fruit lotus root to Yuan Mo.

"Brother, want to try it?"

Yuan Mo took a glance and felt inexplicably sour.

"It's made just for you, just eat it."

The third young master was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked towards Nanzhi.

"There are still a lot of them there. This bowl is the sweetest. Give it to me."

Nanzhi packed up the remaining test subjects and chimed in:

"Just eat it if it's given to you."

Yuan Mo then curled his lips slightly, took it, and took the third young master into the east bedroom.

Nanzhi reserved two portions of the remaining lotus roots for the two children and gave one portion to Baoyun.

The rest was not wasted and was distributed to Seventeen and Nineteen.

When he returned to the East Bedroom, Yuan Mo was helping Baoyun and the Third Young Master learn to read, and they were also discussing the Kyoto Strategy Book that they had just bought today.

He asked the Third Young Master seemingly unintentionally.

"How much do you remember about Kyoto?"

The third young master put down the book, thought for a moment, and answered carefully.

"I basically... don't remember."

He was afraid that if he said he remembered, my brother would ask him about his identity or party affiliation.

Yuan Mo nodded and understood what was going on.

She seemed to be chatting casually with Nanzhi who was embroidering Baoyun.

"Zhizhi, in the current situation, between the Crown Prince and King Sheng... who do you think is better?"

Nanzhi raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Why is Yuan Mo suddenly talking about this?

When he looked at the Third Young Master, who was nodding his head without saying anything and pursing his lips slightly, he understood.

Are you testing San'er?

However, I'm afraid this little fox won't take the bait.

She agreed casually, secretly observing the Third Young Master's reaction.

"The crown prince is docile and has no opinion of his own; King Sheng is tyrannical and not a wise ruler."

Yuan Mo nodded.

"Besides the two of them, there is another prince in the royal family who has not yet been crowned a king. However, he was born in the cold palace and has been neglected since childhood."

Nanzhi looked at the third young master.

She knew that the prince Yuan Mo was talking about was the male protagonist.

If it wasn't the Third Young Master, then it must be Young Master Ming who was away.

They are all in the same party.

If he regained his memory and heard Yuan Mo belittle...

Even if you don't refute, there will always be some reaction!

Can……

He just frowned deeply, and the fingertips that were clenching the wolf hair brush turned slightly white.

His hair was trembling slightly and his eyes were heavy, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that he was silent, Yuan Mo deliberately asked:

"Have you ever met this prince, Third Young Master? What is your evaluation?"

"I do not remember."

For him, his time in the palace was not a good one.

For the past twenty years, the only place where he could feel the love of his family was this small house of about 100 square meters...

if you can……

He really wanted to stay.

Never return to the imperial city full of open and secret struggles!

Seeing that his face turned pale, Yuan Mo stopped forcing him.

He muttered:

"However, as a subject, no matter who sits on the throne, my original intention should not change.

We should devote ourselves to the country, maintain peace at home through culture and resist foreign aggression through force, only in this way can we continue the prosperity of Great Yan."

The Third Young Master loosened the wolf hair brush in his hand and relaxed his tense shoulders.

Thinking:

Brother, you suddenly asked this, have you discovered his identity?

Bro is so perceptive.

I'm afraid that even if I can get away with it this time, I won't be able to hide it from him for too long...

Nanzhi realized that he could not get any information from him, so he nodded and said:

"That's right. It doesn't matter to us who becomes the emperor!"

Put Baoyun down and got up to prepare dinner.

"I care more about what to eat in the evening than what's going on in the world."

Yuan Mo smiled, put down the paper and stood up.

"I'll help you."

"Okay!"

As the year draws to a close, we have another extremely sumptuous meal in the evening.

The two children were particularly happy because they had a half-month break from school.

As soon as they entered the yard, they opened the door of the dog pen and released the black tiger that was taller than them, cheering with joy.

I also ate a lot more for dinner.

If Nanzhi hadn't stopped me, I would have had indigestion again.

"Okay, don't rush to sleep after dinner, go play outside for a while, or your stomach will hurt!"

The two little ones happily agreed and helped Nanzhi wash the dishes before going out to play.

The third young master also followed them out the door.

Hiding in the dark, talking to Seventeen.

"Any news about Xue Jingming?"

"Yes. Master Ming found out that there was a fire in the palace that year, and the late queen was frightened and had a difficult labor. She died before she could be treated. In the chaos, a palace maid was indeed missing!"

The third young master frowned and asked anxiously:

"What about the prince?"

"According to the records of the Imperial Hospital, the dragon fetus died in the womb, leaving two lives in one corpse..."

The third young master shook his head, feeling that there were many loopholes and that it could not stand up to scrutiny.

"No, no... Has the escaped maid been found yet?"

"The emperor suspected that the maid had set the fire, causing the late queen to be frightened and have a difficult delivery, so he ordered... to execute her immediately."

"killed?"

No matter how he thought about it, he felt something was wrong.

If it is really suspected that the palace maid set the fire, she should be taken back to the capital and tried by the emperor himself.

Execute immediately...

It seems more like... murder to silence the witness!