Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 552 Her Royal Highness Princess

  Yang Biao was scolded **** by his mother Ma Shi, and said aggrievedly: "But, mother, that benefactor is not in Xishan."

"You came back when you were not in Xishan?" Mrs. Ma was even more angry: "You bastard, you are really a wolf, what are you, don't know yourself. You are alive and today are all given by your benefactor. Don’t think that if you become a piece of **** Xin’anbo, your tail can go up to the sky. Without your benefactor, you are nothing. You take off your clothes, today If I don’t teach you, I don’t know when I’m going to meet the King of Hades, I’m not going to teach you, when I’m dead, who will teach you?”

  Yang Biao was upright, and took off his shirt without hesitation.

   Ma Shi didn't talk too much, he picked up his stick and slapped him on the back.

Snapped…

   This stick sticks into the flesh.

  Yang Biao snorted, it hurt so much, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent, leaving a mark behind him.

   "Are you sensible?"

   "I understand!"

   "Know what?"

  Yang Biao said: "To be a man, you must remember kindness."

Snapped!

   Another stick down.

   Ma Shi was a little trembling, but he was not polite at all: "Remember what kind of grace."

   "Remember Engong's life-saving grace, and... the grace of rebuilding!"

   "You just need to remember." Mashi mustered all his strength, and slapped another stick on his back.

  Yang Biao was dripping with cold sweat on his painful forehead: "You still hit me if you remember?"

   "I don't remember enough!"

  Seven or eight strokes in a row.

  Martens himself is already exhausted.

  Yang Biao's back was covered in bruises.

  Thanks to his young and strong body, he managed to survive, and knelt at Ma Shi's feet: "Is mother comfortable? My son has remembered it."

   Sitting down panting, Madam Ma looked at Yang Biao, with distressed eyes, but sullen face: "Do you know what to do next?"

   "When benefactor comes to Xishan, I will go to thank you immediately. Or, take a chicken from my family?"

   Ma Shi gritted his teeth angrily: "Who cares about your chicken? Who is Engong? What is there? I need a chicken from you? You are a rascal."

  Yang Biao scratched his head: "No, the last time I saw my benefactor, in Xishan, I saw a chicken, and my eyes lit up."

   Ma slapped Yang Biao's face angrily: "Bah! A dog-like thing, whose benevolence benefits the world, and has the country in his heart, is a fairy-like figure!"

  Yang Biao began to doubt life, right? Is that so?

Ma Shi said: "You go to thank you with a grateful heart, don't walk, kneel all the way, and if you next time, you will arrange your benefactor behind your back, I am a mother, I will treat it as nothing Your son, do you remember?"

   "I remember it." Yang Biao hurriedly said: "My son has remembered it."

   Ma Shi let out a sigh of relief.

  The **** stood aside, peeing in fright.

  Busily bowed to Mrs. Ma in awe: "Servant... No, our errand is over, old lady, take your leave, take your leave."

   Fleeing.

When it was noon, people said that the crown prince and Fang Jifan had arrived at the Zhenguo Mansion in Xishan. Yang Biao was hungry and wanted to eat. His wife Liu looked at Mrs. Ma, and Mrs. Ma gave him a look. Yang Biao said: "I Let's go to see the benefactor first."

He was also unambiguous, and when he stepped out of the threshold, he knelt down. The new Xin Amber, the thousand household officer of Feiqiu Camp, walked all the way on his knees. His knee hurts, and there are still a few miles away from Zhenguo Mansion from his home. Yang Biao grinned in pain, but continued to walk on his knees.

  …

  Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao happily sat down in the government hall of Zhenguo Mansion.

  This government hall is usually deserted, and only Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao come here occasionally, so it simply became a restaurant.

  Anyway, Zhu Houzhao is not a man of rules, and Fang Jifan is not.

  Rules...Rules are like faces, for some people, it is fate. But for some, it's worthless.

  Zhu Houzhao belongs to the latter.

   What I ate today was good food, except for a bowl of big yellow croaker soup, a roast chicken, and a few side dishes.

Wen Yansheng invited the two to sit down, and said with a smile: "This chicken is famous. After cleaning, the whole chicken will be cooked in the stove, put some sauce, a little salt, and nothing else. Among the methods of cooking, the most difficult thing is not to choose the seasoning, but the heat. If the heat is too high, it can’t be too much, and if it’s too small, it can’t be less. It needs to be just right. His Royal Highness and Marquis Dingyuan can try it.”

  Zhu Houzhao was not polite, and directly pinched a chicken leg.

  Fang Jifan was not polite at all, and pinched another chicken leg.

  Wen Yansheng shook her head and had no choice but to break a chicken wing for herself.

  It's just...Fang Jifan ate the chicken drumsticks, and suddenly felt extremely tender. Sure enough...the key to this chicken lies in the heat.

  He stared at the last remaining chicken wing.

  Zhu Houzhao ate heartily, and said: "Keep these chicken wings, I will bring them to my sister."

  He was afraid that Fang Jifan would rob him.

Fang Jifan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Okay, okay, the imperial cook in the palace, how can it be as good as Mr. Wen? In case, Your Royal Highness, I am afraid that I will get tired of eating the imperial food, so I will take these chicken wings. She'll love it."

   All of a sudden, Zhu Houzhao shuddered, put down the drumstick, squinted his eyes, and stared at Fang Jifan, as if he wanted to eat people.

   "What are you doing?" Fang Jifan looked confused, what's the problem?

   Zhu Houzhao did not smile, but kept staring at Fang Jifan, and said each word: "Old Fang, what do you think of my sister? Is she beautiful?"

  Fang Jifan's heart skipped a beat, Zhu Houzhao smiled, but his eyes looked like he was about to kill someone.

   It's really shameless, as soon as you hear about Her Royal Highness, you will explode.

Fang Jifan's heart was beating fast, but his face was calm, and he said calmly: "Your Highness...Let me think about it...No, I think Her Highness's life is ordinary, I don't know whether she is beautiful or not, what's wrong , His Royal Highness, is there any question?"

  Zhu Houzhao seemed relieved, happy, but then, he felt weird again, gnawed on the chicken leg, and said vaguely: "My sister is beautiful, you can't even tell, your eyes are bad, and I don't want to talk to you."

  He lowered his head and ignored Fang Jifan.

   Outside, there was a wail: "Grandfather..."

  Whilst he was speaking, he saw the pale Yang Biao walking in on his knees, struggling to climb over the threshold. Under his knees, blood was dripping, which was extremely desolate.

  Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan were taken aback.

  Wen Yansheng looked puzzled.

   "The villain has seen the benefactor, and the villain has been favored by the benefactor, so I am here to thank you." Yang Biao came to Fang Jifan's feet, and he was not polite at all, and kowtowed three times.

  Fang Jifan was dumbfounded.

   "..."

   "Grandfather...you talk."

   "I..." Fang Jifan saw the guy's embarrassed look, but there was sincerity on his face.

  This Yang Biao...is really a...stupid guy.

   Sure enough, it was Biaozi.

  After being silent for a long time, Fang Jifan said: "Don't eat chicken, there is still a wing here."

  Yang Biao was already hungry, so he nodded sharply: "Eat."

   Then Zhu Houzhao watched resentfully as Fang Jifan broke off the last chicken wing and stuffed it into Yang Biao's mouth.

  Wen Yansheng said: "But Xin Amber, who has made great achievements, come and add a chair for you."

  Yang Biao shook his head: "I dare not sit with the prince and benefactor, I will go to the corner to eat."

He tried to stand up, but found that his legs were no longer his own. He was a fool, not so polite, and walked over on his knees again. When he arrived at the corner, with his back to Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan, he ate happily, making noises, and finally shouted loudly. Shouted: "It's so fragrant!"

  …

  Wen Yansheng had to make a new chicken for the prince to take back to the palace.

Satisfied, the prince sneaked into the Kunning Palace, and was very happy to see that his father was not there. When he came, it was already evening, and the roast chicken in his hand was wrapped in lotus leaves on the inside and outside. The Pegasus arrived at the Meridian Gate, and then galloped to deliver it, and it was still warm.

  Queen Zhang and the clumsy Zhu Xiurong are knitting sweaters.

  This woolen yarn has become new at the beginning, and women and girls in Beijing are learning to weave. Empress Zhang has also caught up with this trend, and specially sent a nun to learn how to knit sweaters, and when she came back, she taught herself and Zhu Xiurong.

  The two of them weaved very seriously.

Zhu Houzhao sneaked around behind Zhu Xiurong, saw her clumsy appearance, and was amused: "Your sweater is uglier than Lao Fang, haha, the stitch is wrong here, and you shouldn't hold the needle like this. Call me brother, I will teach you."

  Zhu Xiurong was taken aback, and angrily said to Queen Zhang: "Mother..."

  Empress Zhang found out that Zhu Houzhao, the mud monkey, had come, and said angrily, "Aren't you afraid of scaring your sister?"

  Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "There is a Mr. Wen who cooks very well, and his roast chicken is even more outstanding. My son is thinking about it, and I will give it to my mother and sister."

   As she spoke, she handed the lotus leaf bag to Gong'e, and let her handle it.

  While heartbroken, he said: "Sweaters are not knitted like this. I feel anxious when I look at them. Look at you, you look clumsy and frizzy. I can't stand it anymore."

  He snatched Zhu Xiurong's needle and thread, held it, and with his hands flying, he knit knots of wool with familiarity: "Did you see it? Did you see it? You should knit like this, and I'm so mad."

  Zhu Xiurong seemed to be hurt, her pretty face flushed slightly: "I weave it myself, and it's my fault if I don't weave well."

   Zhu Houzhao seemed to have discovered something: "Hey, this sweater is weird. Look, it's neither the size of the father nor the size of the palace. Sister, who are you knitting for?"

   Zhu Xiurong was about to cry.

"Don't cry, you'll be ugly if you cry." Zhu Houzhao was taken aback, and didn't dare to provoke her anymore, and said obediently: "I was wrong, don't dare to talk nonsense anymore, sister, don't cry all the time, no wonder that old Fang, said Your life is mediocre, you don't know beauty or ugliness."

  Zhu Xiurong was silent for a while, her tearful eyes narrowed, and she glanced at Zhu Houzhao: "You are talking nonsense!"

  ...

  The first chapter was delivered, but it was late.

  (end of this chapter)