I just like the Prime Minister

Jiang Xizhu returned to the room, and the unfinished candied haws turned stickily into lingering thick candy under the warm breath of the room.

Jiang Xizhu thought for a while, he didn't throw it away, and comforted himself, that bastard who didn't slip was an emperor after all, even a spoonful of white sugar would be a great favor from the emperor, let alone such a big candied haws.

But it's not a problem to hold it, so he had to find a snack plate to put it on the tea table, and the warm tea fragrance took advantage of the sweet and sour taste to drill into Jiang Xizhu's nose from time to time.

It really looks like the main character, and the string of candied haws seems to have learned the brown candy temper of the person who gave the candied haws.

The young prime minister wrestled with the unavoidable smell for a long time, and finally lost, took a deep breath and sighed, that's all.

In fact, there is more than just food in this room. The "Yanshan Ming" hanging on the wall is an authentic work of Mi Nangong. It was originally placed in the imperial study in a good manner. The calligraphy was sent to the prime minister's mansion; the paperweights on the desk were originally made of jade, but someone smashed one of them with careless hands, and then gave away his pair of bronze ones; the inkstone at hand was Fang Chengshi, a famous product that was never seen again after the demise of the previous dynasty, the one in his case was a congratulatory gift from the fifth prince on Li Chengzuo's birthday, and he secretly ordered it to be sent in during the birthday banquet before he stayed in the palace for half the night. Prime Minister Jiang's carriage...

The list goes on and on.

If love depends on presents to give a three-six-nine grade, I am afraid that Li Chengzuo has already sent a "love stronger than gold".

However, sometimes, no matter how many gifts are given, it is useless. He is the emperor and he is the prime minister. No matter how many thoughts there are, at least one emperor and one court will be separated. A random lie will shock the world in this imperial city.

The wind in March in Yangchun can't make the world clear, he is so cynical, but that peace always needs someone to guard it for him with sincerity and devotion.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xizhu frowned again.

The matter in Liaodong was not only as simple as the army being besieged, but the few words in the booklet did not explain the fact at all. Unlike Dayu, the Khitan tribe lived in the desolate winter of Liaodong. Give him the courage to attack outrageously at this time?What's more, General Pei Min was ordered to guard Liaodong at the age of 24, and he fought against the Khitan people for half his life, almost expelling the psychological shadow of these Khitan people for half his life, but now, why did the Khitan people catch him by surprise?

Said that there is nothing tricky in it, but Jiang Cheng was not ready to believe it.

It is easy to solve the siege of a moment, but it is rare to solve the siege of a lifetime.Some things are hard for him to say in front of Prince Rui. Although Li Chengzuo is close to Prince Rui, one is a ruler and the other is a minister. If he is not careful, Prince Rui may become one of those who can trap Li Chengzuo.

Jiang Xizhu cleaned his hands, took off his court clothes and changed into regular clothes, sat in front of the table for a while, stretched out his hand and poured himself a cup of tea, completely forgot about the state of mind of drinking tea, and drank it like a cow, decided to do whatever it takes I want to talk to him about Liaodong again.

When Jiang Xizhu walked out of the room, the butler was already spreading the food outside, so it was natural that someone should be in charge of the affairs of the inner house, let alone involving the emperor, there would be no room for any mistakes.

Mrs. Jiang was watching the servants in the yard, instructing the steward to observe some etiquette taboos in front of the emperor. When she looked up and saw her son, she still showed a warm and loving smile in spite of her busy schedule, but her tone was a bit reproachful: "Mr. Chi, the emperor came to the mansion, why didn't he notify in advance, look, he is in a hurry."

Jiang Xizhu thought in his heart, who knows what he wanted to say, but he still said respectfully: "It's my son's mistake, I will remember it next time."

After he finished speaking, he was about to go to the banquet, and was about to say goodbye to Mrs. Jiang, but was stopped by Mrs. Jiang.

"Don't rush away." Mrs. Jiang said, "I heard from your uncle earlier that he wanted to send your cousin into the palace. I have met Yingluo, a girl who is sober, calm and determined. Entering the palace is a good way. You and Your Majesty loves you very much, if you can, you can find an opportunity to help me say a few words."

Song Yingluo, the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Fengcheng, is well-known in the capital as a beautiful woman like jade, but her reputation for beauty can go hand in hand with her hot temper, which is well-known in the capital.Jiang Xizhu grew up with this cousin since she was a child, and she has a deep understanding of her fiery temper, but she doesn't know why Madam Jiang's words became "calm and determined".

Prime Minister Jiang is full of poetry and etiquette. He knows that courtiers cannot participate in the affairs of the harem, but he can't refute what his mother said, so he has no choice but to respond without hesitation. They all felt that this was inappropriate.

Mrs. Jiang urged him to attend the table, Jiang Xizhu saluted and said goodbye, turned around, and entered the slightly lively front hall door.

Li Chengzuo is in the high position, picking and choosing for lunch, perhaps because the dishes are not too satisfactory, and he looks like he has a loss of appetite and tasteless, without even moving his chopsticks, he simply Throwing it away and not picking it up again, he lazily drank the small cup of plum blossom wine newly brewed this winter—fortunately, he heard that this wine was brewed by Jiang Xizhu himself, so he thought it was acceptable.

Xu is that the emperor's dissatisfaction is too frightening. Fengcheng Hou and Jiang Ge's faces are not good, and they also show trembling expressions when they sit at the next table. Born as a literati, he was obviously not that calm, and only dared to raise his hand to wipe his cold sweat from time to time.

Jiang Xizhu didn't know what happened when he changed his clothes, he just thought that something happened to the emperor who descended from the magic star that day, so he stepped forward and saluted: "Your Majesty."

It was Li Chengzuo who saw him, with a heroic and handsome face like ice and snow, finally no longer showing the evil spirit of "I'm going to drag you to beheaded", and finally there was a little joy in his peach eyes , changed to a comfortable position, leaned lazily, stretched out his hand and pointed in front of him: "Come on, Junchi, sit next to me."

If there were only the two of them, Jiang Xizhu would still be able to say "unruly" to him, but in front of his uncle and father, no matter what, he must give this stupid gentleman who plays his temper anytime and anywhere some face, even if he sees him 1 times. It's pleasing to the eye, and at this time he also has to keep his word.

In Jiang Xizhu's mind, on the one hand, he still had the sweet and sour taste of candied haws, and on the other hand, he was concerned about his hot-tempered cousin with a good reputation in the capital. Sit down beside him.

Sitting here, looking at the table full of food and drink, he finally saw the reason for Li Chengzuo's ignorant expression - he was not full.

There is no problem that cannot be solved by eating a full meal. If there is, then eat two meals.

However, the emperor's unhappiness was a big problem. He couldn't eat enough for this meal. Once he was unhappy, many people would not even think about eating the next meal.

Li Chengzuo has a lot of problems with food. He doesn't eat ginger when cooking, he doesn't eat skin of chicken and duck, he doesn't eat river fish, he doesn't eat greasy meat, he only eats leaves of green vegetables, he doesn't eat egg white in steamed eggs, he doesn't eat egg yolk in boiled eggs...

He is picky about food, people and gods are all angry, and on this table of "delicacy from mountains and seas", only a bowl of mushroom soup can catch his supreme and noble eyes.

Sure enough, it was time to go to the kitchen and take care of his eating problems in person.

There is Zhang Gonggong serving vegetables for him in the palace, and naturally no one in Jiang’s mansion let him use them as handily as Zhang Gonggong. Seeing his "I will find fault if I can't eat enough", Jiang Xizhu silently sighed He had no choice but to stretch out his hand and serve him a bowl of mushroom soup in front of his eyes. Then he waved to the servant and gave many orders in a low voice. Then he waved to let him go, turned his head and came back, and found that the boy was wrinkled just now. The frowning emperor was obediently drinking his soup with his head down.

Looking at it from Jiang Xizhu's angle, you can see his slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes and thick black eyelashes like crow feathers quivering. Li Chengzuo, who is not a monster, looks extremely painful.

As if feeling Jiang Xizhu's gaze, he raised his eyes and smiled at him.

Jiang Xizhu couldn't laugh or cry because he was in his twenties, but he still had such a childlike temper.

The desired dishes came to the table quickly, Li Chengzuo finally became a little interested, and tasted several dishes in a row, nodding while tasting.

Jiang Xizhu heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that he had finally coaxed all of his hair down.

On the table, the other two panting elders with the demeanor of "every lady" breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. If the emperor who cared about his boss and Jiang Xizhu, who was a junior, were both present at the banquet, these two would probably still be there. Reach out and pat your frightened little heart.

However, Fengcheng Hou Songzhen and Jiang Gelao hadn't let go of their stinginess, and they were hung up again as if they had been strangled by their necks—their family's Xiangye who might have been a little dazed in reading. Standing up quite seriously, he said respectfully to the emperor: "Your Majesty, I think that there is something hidden about the matter in Liaodong, and Rong Chen will be careful in private."

Marquis Fengcheng: "..."

Elder Jiang Ge: "..."

These two elders almost knelt down to Jiang Xizhu, and when he finally came, the emperor reluctantly exposed the matter. The trouble of settling accounts after autumn is still to come, and this baby of his own, once he comes He handed the handle of the knife to the master.

The good children raised by their own family have to support them even when they cry, but they can't figure out how to get themselves out of this muddy quagmire first.Therefore, the expressions of these two were a little bit "wind and rustling" for a while, as if death was at home.

However, what they didn't expect was that Li Chengzuo, who had lost his temper about the Liaodong War just now, didn't want to mention it too much at this time.

"Why does Master Jiang care so much about the war in Liaodong?" The emperor gritted his teeth. "Is it because Pei Wenyuan, the second son of General Pei, who has a close personal relationship with the prime minister, is also in Liaodong?"

Jiang Xizhu probably had never seen such ingenious nonsense in his life, so he was immediately taken aback.