Cao Cuo originally disliked Fang Er for being such a delicious foodie. He ate one piece after another without getting enough. He tried to hide a few pieces secretly, but he couldn't. But when he heard Fang Er talking about the news coming back from Beijing, he was stunned.
"When did the news come back?" The emperor is going to confer the title of king on his adult highness? What will their Highness do?
Who still remembers His Majesty the Seventh Prince, the son of Empress Yuan who was demoted to guard the mausoleum?
"Your Highness?" Cao Cuo looked at Zhao Guangyuan with a worried look.
Zhao Guangyuan looked calm. His eyes fell on those mooncakes, as if he was thinking about which flavor of mooncakes would be delicious.
"Your Highness, the capital is going to be crowned king!" Cao Cuo was extremely anxious.
How do you say that, the prince is not in a hurry to kill the eunuch, this is true. "Your Highness!"
Zhao Guangyuan looked up at him calmly, "I'm very anxious."
"How can we not be in a hurry!" Cao Cuo stopped eating the mooncakes and was so anxious that he was spinning in circles.
"His Highness is not in the capital now. Who still remembers His Highness! We have to go back to the capital!" He looked at Fang Er next to him, trying to get his support.
Fang Er reluctantly put the mooncake down, stood up, and nodded: "Yes, His Highness has to go back to Beijing."
Zhao Guangyuan sarcastically said, "If he remembers me as his son, I will have a title in the capital or not. If he doesn't have me in his heart, even if I am under his nose, it will be useless."
Back then, the prince's brother was his eldest son and had a high status. Didn't he just kill him at the drop of a hat? He didn't blink or shed a single tear.
Cruel and cold-blooded, with a heart of stone. The queen mother did not eat or drink for several days, her legs were broken, and she could not wait for him.
"Your Highness," Cao Cuo urged, "Your Highness still needs to have an identity to make it easier for you to act."
"Yes," Fang Er nodded, "If all the adult princes are granted titles, His Highness will be indispensable. We have to send a message to the capital and ask them to help His Highness with his activities."
"No need." Zhao Guangyuan refused coldly.
"Your Highness!" Cao Cuo was heartbroken, "Your Highness, when can you be noble? It has to be now." If you don’t even have an account, wouldn’t anyone be able to step on you?
Do you really want to guard the imperial mausoleum in Tianshou Mountain for the rest of your life?
"No need." Zhao Guangyuan said again and stood up, "I want to see how far he can go." If he really doesn't have himself in his heart, then he doesn't have to show mercy.
He turned around and left the hall.
"Your Highness!" Cao Cuo stamped his feet anxiously and followed helplessly.
Why did His Highness go to the kitchen again? Your Highness is bitter again? His Highness said he didn't care, but in fact he still felt very uncomfortable, right? His poor highness.
Why is His Highness here again?
Chef Huang and others looked at each other in shock when His Majesty Seventh Prince came to the kitchen again.
"Your Highness." They all saluted.
"No gift. Today is mid-autumn. I want to eat moon cakes from the capital. If you have any style or specialty snacks, please make them. If you eat well, I will give you a lot of rewards."
"Yes!" It turns out that His Highness misses the moon cakes in the capital!
The poor Seventh Prince, whose status is more valuable than all the princes, has been demoted to this place and cannot even take a bite of the mooncakes in the capital. I heard that no one from the capital came to send gifts today.
Everyone couldn't help but feel sympathy in their hearts, and they all used their own unique skills to make the most delicious mooncakes for His Majesty the Seventh Prince to eat.
Zhao Guangyuan stood there quietly like last time, not speaking, just standing and watching without interrupting. Just stare at Chef Huang's movements.
But everyone thought that he missed the mooncakes from the capital. Not only were they not disgusted with him standing there, but they were more sympathetic. The poor Seventh Prince just wanted to take a bite of the mooncakes from the capital.
While everyone was doing it, they explained each step to him, and explained what they added one by one, hoping that this could relieve his worries.
After the pot came out, Zhao Guangyuan ate one and nodded in praise, "Not bad. It's better than the ones in the capital."
Chef Huang and others were greatly encouraged, "Your Highness likes to eat, so let's make more, and His Highness will eat it slowly."
Zhao Guangyuan nodded, "Then make more. You all also send one to your family. Send one to General Wei and Zhao Lingcheng, and then send some to the eunuchs who guard the mausoleums, especially the inner palace of Changling. The two old eunuchs at the door."
He told Cao Cuo, "Fry some more side dishes and deliver them to them. Go and deliver them yourself."
"Yes. The old slave will deliver it in person." Cao Cuo agreed.
Chef Huang and others saw that His Highness Seventh Prince was in such a miserable state and were still thinking about the eunuchs guarding the mausoleum in the palace. They couldn't help but feel the same way. They looked at Zhao Guangyuan with even greater sympathy.
Zhao Guangyuan stood aside and watched as a pot of mooncakes came out, and he understood the steps in how to make the snacks, how to knead the dough, how to add water, etc.
Thinking of Lin Zhaoxia's place, most families had to cook their own meals and did not use slaves to call maids. Maybe if he learned more cooking skills, he would be able to use them in the future.
Xia Xia can't always be left to cook alone.
Carrying a box of mooncakes, she returned to the main hall, thinking of taking it to Xia Xia and letting her eat all the mooncakes.
Soon, the Lin family, Wei Deguang, and Zhao Lingcheng all received the mooncakes sent by Zhao Guangyuan.
The Lin family was flattered. His Highness Seventh Prince had taken good care of the Lin family these days. Lin Qiushan felt that he could not repay the favor. While asking Geng and his two daughters-in-law to pick up some fresh vegetables from the vegetable garden as a return gift, he also told Lin Jingning to do his job well.
Of course he knew that his father's house was called Aiwujiwu, but he couldn't tell his grandfather about his relationship with his father. His mother said it would bring trouble to the family, so he followed his grandmother and two aunts to the vegetable garden with a small mouth. .
Wei Deguang had long been determined to follow Zhao Guangyuan. Although he was heartbroken by the mooncakes sent by the Seventh Prince, he did not behave like the Lin family. Zhao Changle looked thoughtfully at the moon cakes delivered.
As a clan member of the Zhao family, Zhao Changle naturally knew that the capital was preparing to crown the adult prince a king.
Is there any hint that His Highness Seventh Prince will send him moon cakes?
Do you want him to use his strength to help the clan and intercede?
The Seventh Highness was born after the Yuan Dynasty, and his status was more noble than the princes who came after him, let alone the other highnesses. But His Highness Seventh Prince has died, and the clan will not focus on His Highness Seventh Prince.
The continuation of the Zhao family's bloodline is related to Huang Zuo, and Huang Zuo is related to the world. As a member of the royal family, Zhao Changle does not want to see the Zhao family collapse and turmoil.
Zhao Changle once again cast his eyes on the delivered mooncakes.
Everyone who knows what happened back then will understand. What did His Majesty the Seventh Prince do wrong again? He's pathetic enough.
After thinking about it clearly, he called out: "Come here, grind the ink."
He decided to send a message to several influential clan members in the capital, asking them to intercede for His Highness the Seventh Prince. No matter what, His Highness the Seventh Highness should not be left out of the title of king this time.
Zhao Guangyuan didn't know that Zhao Changle had already thought a lot about sending moon cakes to the eunuchs of the palace. Zhao Changle, who was the mausoleum, could not hide this matter from others. In order to prevent others from talking about it, he simply asked someone to send him a moon cake as well. .
As for what Zhao Changle thought and what he did, he couldn't control it, and he didn't want to.
He just wrapped the mooncakes he brought back and prepared to bring them to Lin Zhaoxia.
