Before Qin Heng could reach the queen, the two of them came over on their own initiative.
Needless to say, Liu Yu felt sorry for his son.
The queen really didn't dare, she didn't see Emperor Qin even taking the initiative to greet her.
Qin Heng smiled slightly at his mother and concubine, indicating that there was no need to worry.
He turned sideways and opened the wooden box in Zhang Long's hand, took out a red mink scarf from it, and handed it to the queen with both hands: "Mother, this is the scarf that my son gave you. I hope you like it."
The queen stretched out her hand and touched it gently, feeling the softness on it. A smile appeared on her face: "Heng'er is interested, and the queen likes it very much."
As she said that, she turned her head and looked at Xiao Cui next to her, with a flash of pain in her eyes: "I will give the bottle of jade skin ointment to King Xiaoxian later to prevent scars on his hands."
"promise."
Xiaocui nodded slightly in agreement.
When Qin Heng heard this, he was also a little surprised. He said that he would be back to his original state in a few days. This was to gain favor in front of his father and he spent a lot of money.
Does he know that this jade skin ointment is a holy medicine for scar removal? As long as it is applied a few times, ordinary scars will disappear. As far as he knows, this medicine was refined by previous generations of palace doctors. Later, the secret recipe was lost, leaving only Only three bottles are available.
"My son, I thank my mother." Qin Heng's voice was full of gratitude.
The queen glanced at Emperor Qin's satisfied expression, and the distressed feeling quietly disappeared.
"There is no need to be polite to the queen, as long as you are fine, not to mention one bottle of jade skin cream, even ten bottles will not be as valuable as a hair of yours in the heart of the queen." The queen's voice was soft, and her delicate face exuded the brilliance of motherhood.
Qin Heng suppressed the feeling of vomiting in his heart and nodded with emotion in his eyes.
"Heng'er, let me take a look at your hand." At this time, Liu Yu, who finally found the opportunity, finally stepped forward and grabbed his hand distressedly.
"It's okay, concubine, it doesn't hurt at all." Qin Heng felt warm in his heart and shook his head, looking indifferent.
"You, my mother-in-law really don't know what to say about you." Liu Yu sighed in a low voice, there was nothing he could do against him.
Looking at his mother and concubine's somewhat worn makeup, Qin Heng said with some guilt: "I will pay more attention to my concubine in the future so that I won't worry my mother and concubine anymore."
Seeing that Liu Yu's expression softened slightly, Qin Heng turned around and took out the last snow-white mink scarf: "Concubine, this is the scarf that my son made for you, do you like it?"
"It looks good. This is the best-looking scarf my concubine has ever seen." Liu Yu took the scarf, selectively ignoring the exposed threads, and replied happily.
"As long as the mother-in-law likes it."
"Don't do this again in the future. As the prince of Qin, you must stay away from female celebrities." Liu Yu looked at his silly smile and couldn't help but remind him.
"Well, I understand."
Even if his mother and concubine didn't tell him about these female reds, he would never touch them again. Touching them once could be said to be for filial piety, but if they were touched more often, the taste would change.
"Sister Liu is so lucky to have such a filial son." A charming voice sounded from the side.
Qin Heng looked around and saw a charming-looking woman covering her mouth and smiling softly.
This woman is none other than the father's wife, Wu Li.
"Sister, you are joking. I know that the second prince and the sixth prince brought many gifts to my sister today. I should be envious of my sister." Liu Yu responded kindly with a smile on his face.
"Sisters, please stop bullying me and Sister Chen."
At this time, another gentle joke came over.
Qin Heng turned around and saw Zhao Meier pulling a beautiful and elegant woman, looking at them pitifully.
Qin Heng's eyes flashed, and the woman was Chen Yu, Qin Feng's mother-in-law.
It must be said that these women have their own characteristics, and they are all stunning and rare beauties in the world.
Even though the queen is over forty, she still maintains her youthful appearance, and her graceful and luxurious temperament has a unique charm.
"Okay, it's getting late, let's serve dinner." Emperor Qin, who sat back on the dragon chair, interrupted.
"Promise." Zhao Gan responded, then faced outside the hall and loudly announced: "Pass the meal."
Qin Heng glanced at his mother-in-law, bowed his head slightly, and then returned to his seat.
"The emperor's brother is really blessed today." Qin Di's sour voice sounded in his ears.
Originally it was his gift that was supposed to be the most loved by his father today, but he didn't expect that Qin Heng would come out halfway and be more ruthless than him. He directly broke the conventional wisdom and sewed three scarves with his own hands.
This made him feel a little dissatisfied.
"The emperor's brother is too praised. It's all because of the father's love. Who makes the emperor's younger brother the youngest?" Qin Heng felt funny in his heart and couldn't help turning his head and said.
Qin Di hummed in his heart, glanced at him, and said nothing.
At this time, the palace ladies were as light as swimming dragons, holding exquisite royal dishes in their hands, and filed in.
In an instant, the table in front of Qin Heng was covered with plates of delicacies, a dazzling array of dishes.
There are golden roast duck, braised lion head, steamed sea bass, spicy vinegar kidneys, pepper vinegar shrimps, fire-heated sheep head and hooves, goose meat, salty black bean and mustard sheep tripe plate, garlic vinegar white blood soup, five-flavor steamed chicken, not much Quite a few, eight dishes and one soup, each dish exuding an alluring aroma that made him salivate.
Qin Heng looked around and noticed that the meals in front of each prince were exactly the same. Even his father's dining table showed no significant differences.
However, Qin Heng counted carefully and found that there was only one more dish on his father's table, totaling ten dishes.
The configuration of nine dishes and one soup seems to imply the meaning of Jiuwu and one statue.
"Let's have a meal."
Emperor Qin gave an order, and several dancers wearing tulle came in from outside the palace.
Qin Heng picked up the fish and took a bite of the braised lion's head. The aroma immediately filled the air, and the meat was so crispy that it melted in his mouth.
As the music played, the group of dancers began to dance gracefully, like a group of fairies descending into the world.
While Qin Heng was tasting all kinds of delicacies, he was also quietly immersed in admiring the graceful dancing postures.
They dance gracefully and gracefully, waving their arms gently, like the spring breeze blowing through the willows, soft and agile.
The steps are light and jumping, as lively and cheerful as summer raindrops.
The waist is soft and curved, like fallen leaves in autumn, elegant and elegant.
His eyes are bright and affectionate, as if expressing his inner emotions.
Qin Heng seemed to be in a dreamlike fairyland.
After eating all day long, it was not until late at night that Qin Heng left the palace and returned to his mansion.
In the quiet study, Qin Heng gently opened a wooden box, and a beautiful calligraphy and painting lay quietly in it.
Could it be that what my father gave me was a calligraphy and painting?
This was a gift from his father to the princes before he left the palace. This is called a blessing.
He stretched out his hand to take out the calligraphy and painting, and slowly unfolded it. What came into view was a majestic mountain peak with snow-capped top and shrouded in clouds and mist.
Under the mountain peak, a clear stream gurgled. Several green pine trees stood proudly beside the stream, with pine needles like swords pointing straight into the sky.
