Chapter 112 Mid-Autumn Festival

Style: Historical Author: Governor of Guangdong and GuangxiWords: 2351Update Time: 24/01/18 10:18:15
After hearing Yang Xuan's question, Li Jinglong thought for a while and replied: "I'm here to report something to His Highness Taisun!"

Is there anything you can report? I'm afraid you are not loyal to the dock watch... Yang Xuan did not expose it, but smiled and nodded.

"My grandson is inside."

"I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Li Jinglong stood there and watched Yang Xuan walk away, then quickened his pace and went to see Zhu Yunwen.

No one else knew what he was talking about, but Li Jinglong was very excited after leaving the East Palace.



After being busy with political affairs, Yang Xuan returned to the house and saw that An Qing had prepared meals.

After eating and drinking enough, Yang Xuan rubbed his belly, looked at An Qing and smiled: "I'm finally alive!"

"I've really worked hard on you these days." An Qing came over and squeezed Yang Xuan's shoulders.

"Let's go and eat together." Yang Xuan put his hand on An Qing's and said with a smile.

"good."

Backyard garden.

The two held hands and strolled slowly.

At this time, An Qing asked: "Today the East Palace sent five hundred taels of gold, saying that it was the grandson who rewarded you. What's going on?"

She is not stupid, she still knows what the situation is now.

"My grandson wants me to support him!" Yang Xuan answered truthfully.

"It seems you have made your decision." An Qing said.

"After all, the money has been collected." Yang Xuan said.

But there were some words that he still didn't say.

"I think you will be ruined by this money sooner or later." An Qing was a little dissatisfied. Now the family is not short of money at all, and the current situation is different from before.

"My character cannot be destroyed!"



Since the crown prince was established, Lao Zhu has been sharpening his sword for several months.

Finally started to swing the butcher knife.

First of all, some lawless nobles were sent to jail, and those who were beheaded were beheaded.

Secondly, civil servants have not escaped. Lao Zhu’s butcher knife is aimed at everyone.

From time to time, someone would go to the morning pilgrimage smoothly, but by the time the pilgrimage was over, they would be turned into corpses.

In such a depressing atmosphere, time came to the Mid-Autumn Festival in the 26th year of Hongwu.

Changpinghou Mansion.

"Anqing, are you ready?"

"Okay, okay, I'm pretending!"

"What are you in a hurry for?"

"Can't you be in a hurry? We have to go into the palace to see His Majesty today."

Soon, An Qing came out carrying a food box.

"Let's go!" Yang Xuan said upon seeing this.

"We'll have to wait."

"what happened again?"

"Are you just going to let me wear this to see my father?"

"Uh... ok, hurry up then!"

"knew."

An Qing turned around to change clothes again.

Yang Xuan knew that a woman's dressing up could not be finished in a short while.

So, he added some insulation measures to the food in the food box.

Less than half an hour later, the two finally left the Hou Mansion.

He entered the palace smoothly, but when he arrived at Wuying Hall, he didn't see Lao Zhu.

After asking the eunuch on duty, I found out that Lao Zhu had gone to Kunning Palace.

So Yang Xuan and An Qing went to Kunning Palace again.

I saw Erhu outside Kunning Palace.

"Erhu, could you please help me to report this? The princess and I want to see your majesty."

Yang Xuan said.

"Master Hou, wait a moment!" Erhu nodded, turned around and went in to report.

At this moment, Lao Zhu was sitting in Queen Ma's bedroom, looking at the empty bed in a daze.

Since Queen Ma left, he would come here every Mid-Autumn Festival.

At this time, Erhu walked in.

"His Majesty!"

"Oh, Erhu, what's the matter?" Lao Zhu came back to his senses and asked calmly.

"Marquis Changping and Princess Anqing want to see you!" Erhu said.

"What are they doing here?"

"The general doesn't know, it's just that they brought a food box."

"We understand, let them in!"

"yes."

After Erhu left, Lao Zhu looked at the empty bed again and said, "Sister, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wonder if you still remember?"

"These two kids are also interested."

"Let's go out and see them first, and I'll come back to accompany you later!"



It didn't take long for Erhu to return and said to Yang Xuan and An Qing: "Master Marquis, princess, please!"

"Thank you!" Yang Xuan nodded with a smile and walked in with An Qing.

At this time, Lao Zhu had already arrived in the yard.

"Your Majesty, Yang Xuan, comes to see you!"

"My son, please see your father!"

"Everyone get up!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty (Father)!"

Yang Xuan and An Qing stood up.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. If you are not celebrating the festival at home, why do you come to this old man's place?" Lao Zhu asked knowingly.

"Your Majesty, it's not interesting for me and the princess to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival every year."

"I don't want to do something different this year."

"That's why I shamelessly came to see Your Majesty."

Yang Xuan said with a smile.

Then he placed the food box in his hand on the stone table in front of Lao Zhu.

After opening, the top layer is the moon cake.

After all, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so this thing is definitely indispensable.

Followed by duck blood soup and sesame seed cakes.

"Your Majesty, these are all cooked by the princess herself."

"Don't worry if you say it was done by someone else." Yang Xuan explained while taking out the things.

Duck blood soup and sesame cakes are Lao Zhu's favorite foods, and Anqing studied them for several days.

"You're interested, girl!" Hearing this, Lao Zhu looked at An Qing and said with a smile.

Since Queen Ma left, Zhu Biao can still be with her during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

But Zhu Biao also left last year, and he would have to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival alone.

"Father, please try your skills. If it doesn't work, I will go back and practice again."

Looking at his father's white hair and old face, An Qing felt sad in his heart.

But today was a holiday after all, so she couldn't express her emotions, so she forced a smile.

"Okay, let's have a try." Lao Zhu said with a relieved smile.

In fact, what an old man of his age fears most is loneliness.

There are obviously a lot of children, but they can't feel the warmth.

He also knew that his sons were staring at the place under his butt.

It is said that the emperor is a loner, and Lao Zhu truly realized this.

Fortunately, in this reunion festival, there are still people who remember me.

At this time, Yang Xuan had already filled the duck blood soup and gently placed it in front of Lao Zhu.

And place the chopsticks and spoons together.

Lao Zhu smelled it first and then took action.

After taking a sip, he nodded, with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.

"It's delicious, just like your mother's cooking." Lao Zhu said with a smile, this was his highest praise.

In his heart, the food made by his sister is the most delicious in the world.

"I will often do it for my father in the future." An Qing said with a smile.

Her craftsmanship is inherited from Queen Ma, and her style is naturally similar to Queen Ma's.

"Okay, but forget it if you don't have time." Lao Zhu said and glanced at Yang Xuan.

Look at what I'm doing, do I still dare to refuse... Yang Xuan felt a burst of curse in his heart.

"How can I not have time to fulfill my filial piety to my father?" An Qing said.

"What should we do with this kid?" Lao Zhu asked, pointing at Yang Xuan.

"I can do whatever he wants. Anyway, I just want to fulfill my filial piety. Can he still stop me?"

"Haha, our girl said it right."