As the night was getting close, the lights were on, and amid the cheers of "Sister, I'm here", the gully pot in the palace officially began to bubble.

The family happily ate around the pot and had fun. Wen Mianmian and Wen Yiqing made jokes from time to time, and funny things came out one after another, bursting laughter.

Halfway through the meal, the eunuch from the palace sent the dishes given by the emperor, which became even more lively after thanking him.

In the palace, the emperor who had eaten supper suddenly felt melancholy, "What is King Annan doing?"

The eunuch beside him bowed and replied, "Go back to the emperor, the person who had just delivered the food has come back, saying that the prince invited General Wen and his family to eat a Gudong pot in the mansion, and the men and women sat at the same table, which was very lively."

The emperor became even more melancholy. The slut was really enjoying his blessings. He ate and drank at his son's house all day long.

Just an ordinary Gudong pot, so what to do if you are happy?

The emperor, who turned into a great injustice, wanted to curse his general and choked when he drank water. He fell down while walking. When he was the best fish, he stuck his throat. He thought that he was the emperor. If the curse came true, he would pay for the general who cared for him. He felt even more angry.

"I secretly sent a message to King Annan, saying that I would go to eat Gudong pot tomorrow night, and it would be exactly the same as what they would eat tonight."

The eunuch is worthy of being able to serve the emperor close to him, and nodded quickly with his head unchanged expression.

Wen Mianmian, who received the news, was walking around her belly, when she heard this message that was enough to shock her eyes and turned her head to look at Hua Jingyun, "Is this jealous?"

An emperor ate the vinegar of a minister because he didn't invite him to hot pot?

"You seem to be quite favored."

Hua Jingyun himself was also a little dazed, but he was sure that before he cheered the little princess, he was definitely an existence that his father could hardly remember.

"Since it's the same as tonight, there is no need to prepare specifically. Let the people below come here to make another copy today."

When I met a servant walking by with the Thousand Characters of Text on the road, Wen Mianmian looked up proudly, "At this time next year, our most cultural mansion in Kyoto will be the most cultural one. From top to bottom, we can read and write, which is amazing."

He said he wanted to go back to practice calligraphy, "I have made progress again, so I can't be lazy."

Now the whole mansion is working hard to learn. She, the initiator, cannot be lazy because of this, or she is not as good as the person who writes a word in the future. Where is the majesty?

Hua Jingyun looked at the night sky and sighed, "Just practice for a while, it's so cold that you have to rest early."

The bed is getting colder and colder.

The next day, dawn came with the sound of studying in the whole mansion. Wen Mianmian put down her books and went out after breakfast. She was accompanied by two sisters Qingge and Manwu, as well as the guards assigned by Hua Jingyun.

In the carriage, Mrs. Wen told the three of them very seriously, "The place in Yanzi Lane is a bit dilapidated. When you arrive, you will have no habit of writing on your face."

The three nodded. Wen Mianmian thought that she could accept the horses that urinate everywhere now. She had seen low and dirty places. How could it be worn out?

The carriage passed through the bustling streets and finally stopped for a while. As soon as he got off Che Wenmianmian covered his nose with the veil in his hand. He felt a foul stinking stinking to his face, and Qingge Manwu behind him also covered his nose.

Mrs. Wen was fine, and she said to the three of them, "The soldiers living here are the most difficult people. There were originally no houses here, and a group of people had no place to settle down. Your father specially found this land for them to build some simple houses to live in. Later, more and more people became an alley."

Wen Mianmian turned her head and looked at her. A woman with a patched clothes stood at the edge of a small ditch in the distance with her arms raised. She sprinkled the water in the wooden barrel and then slapped it out. Then she bent down and rinsed the water and shaved the wooden barrel back.

Wen Mianmian's mouth twitched slightly, and she had a bad premonition in her heart, "Was that woman just now pouring the Gongzhu?"

She felt that the stench came from the small river.

Mrs. Wen looked back and said, "They are all people who are unable to make money from Ye Xiang."

Wen Mianmian held her breath, and her cognition was refreshed again, and her stomach was in a state of turmoil. Lingguo quickly took out a mint candy and stuffed it into her mouth. Only then did she feel better.

"Madam General?" A girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old came over with a basket of vegetables. When she saw someone, she hurried forward and said happily: "It's really you, Madam General, why are you here?"

Mrs. Wen held her head slightly, "It's Xiaohui. I'll come here to see Grandma Liu today. I wonder if she is better?"

The girl who called Xiaohui hurriedly said, "I heard that Grandma Liu was a little more serious last night. Uncle Liu's house was guarding all night. Today, my mother asked me to bring some vegetables for them."

"Then go and have a look."

A few people followed Xiaohui into the alley. The alley was narrow, and there were a small courtyard on both sides of the left and right. Some courtyards were dilapidated but neat, and some were dirty and messy.

Strange smell.

Stopped in front of a messy little yard, Xiaohui happily shouted outside the door: "Aunt Liu, are you at home?"

A boy came out of the house, who was also fifteen or sixteen years old. After watching the people outside the door, he hurriedly shouted to the house, "Mom, the general's wife is here."

There was a sound of a chair and stool falling to the ground, and the sallow-faced man trotted out, and the man had already knelt down before he could speak, "Madam, you are here."

As soon as he shouted, everyone from the neighbors came, and they were busy coming forward to greet him, and then either wiped tears or sighed. Wen Mianmian's eyes moved away from the boy who stood still after shouting, looked around, frowned slightly.

This situation is completely different from what she imagined.

Without any surprises, Mrs. Wen bent down and entered the low door. After coming out, the woman she brought with her gave her a purse to the woman, in return for a lot of thanks.

Immediately afterwards, the women who came to hear the sound began to mention their own difficulties intentionally or unintentionally. Mrs. Wen seemed to be accustomed to it, "I will bring you some rice and flour to everyone today, so let's share it with each family."

"Thank you, Madam, is a living Bodhisattva. My man always says that he can take care of his wife, and it's not in vain that he will fight with the general."

Someone's eyes kept falling on Wen Mianmian. After saying a few words, he started to fight, "Madam, this girl is your daughter, now Princess Annan?"

As soon as Mrs. Wen nodded, the women headed towards Wen Mianmian. The accompanying guard held the hilt of the knife in one hand and stepped forward and scolded him sternly, "Don't you be so arrogant, the princess should not approach you at will?"

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