Zhu Huan took the bowl.

The milky white soup is still hot, and the temperature and aroma that makes people like to enter the body along the palms and nose, and the distress is suppressed a lot.

Sure enough, drinking a good-tasting hot soup will make you feel much more comfortable.

Have to have a good meal.

This is not wrong at all.

After that, both of them temporarily put down the dull topics, drank soup, and ate a few pieces of mutton.

Chengjiazhuang has a prosperous business, and they are just looking for a place to talk. Since they have said things, they will not occupy the store’s private room.

Zhu Huan brought the one he had given to Tang Zhaoyi and prepared to return to the palace first.

"The inside story suddenly," Zhu Huan said, "I'll think about it more."

Huo Yixiao nodded.

Under such circumstances, they became opponents. Zhu Huan had to think too much, so how could he feel at ease after listening to it?

When Zhu Huan walked outside the palace of Zhaoyi in Tang, a little cold fell on the back of his hand.

He raised his hand and saw that it was snowing.

Tang Zhaoyi didn't expect that Zhu Huan would come over at this time, and he learned that he was bringing food over, and his heart was warm.

"How come I remember to eat this?" Tang Zhaoyi asked.

Zhu Huan smiled and said, "When I went to the yamen, I said that when I was greedy, I went with Yixiao."

Tang Zhaoyi was very sensitive to her son. While urging people to put out the mutton pot to set the table, he asked tentatively: "What did Yixiao say to you?"

Subconsciously, Zhu Huan wanted to speak, but the words came to his mouth, but he swallowed them.

How should he tell his mother that Huo Yixiao is actually the son of Prince Yu?

The father tried to hide everyone, and Yixiao took the initiative to explain to him, could he tell his mother straightforwardly?

Zhu Huan was unsure of his mind and said in a muffled voice: "I've talked about some government affairs."

Tang Zhaoyi frowned slightly.

She tasted what Zhu Huan was hiding, but when she thought of her son sending her mutton pot that she liked to eat, she was not very good at continuing to ask.

Maybe Zhu Huan hasn't figured out how to say it yet...

Perhaps, she has to give Zhu Huan some time.

In the morning, Zhu Huan had already said "I don't know".

She may have been pushing her too hard in the past few years.

"This mutton soup smells so fragrant," Tang Zhaoyi bent her lips, squeezed out a smile, and brought the topic away, "Come and use it with your mother."

Zhu Huan breathed a sigh of relief and responded.

On the other side, Huo Yixiao also brought some mutton pots back to Dafeng Street, and sent one to Xuanzai and the other to Wen Yan.

Ebony likes milky white soup, but is very dissatisfied with the mutton ingredients. No matter how you look at it, you don’t have the fish soup.

Wen Yan rubbed Ebony's hair and said with a smile: "I drink mine, you drink yours."

Warm soup and fresh meat make people's index fingers tremble.

Wen Yan heard Huo Yixiao talk about Zhu Huan and couldn't help but smile: "It's good to talk to the third prince."

Huo Yixiao said: "It is best for him to straighten out his rules, if he can't..."

That would be a pity.

In Huo Yixiao's opinion, if Zhu Huan is so persistent in the dragon throne, there is actually nothing.

What made Zhu Huan intoxicated was calligraphy. A few years ago, Zhu Huan, who was very mean in Xiyuan Hall, talked about calligraphy and painting with King Cheng, all of which were the truth.

Zhu Huan just habitually obeyed Tang Zhaoyi's expectations.

If you have nothing to do, then do what makes your mother happy.

That's all.

Now, the situation is different, Zhu Huan has his confusion. If Tang Zhaoyi insists, there will definitely be a conflict between Zhu Huan and Huo Yixiao.

But Huo Yixiao has a clear conscience.

He explained the situation clearly to Zhu Huan, but after that, it was just a different choice.

Of course, Zhu Huan has always been filial, so he can also understand Huo Yixiao's filial piety to his mother.

This is also one of the reasons why Huo Yixiao was able to speak directly with Zhu Huan.

At the second day of the morning, the snow began to drift, accompanied by the whistling wind, and it continued until dawn.

In the early morning, the officials who attended court rubbed their hands and greeted each other.

"It's cold," Zhu Mao got out of the sedan chair, stomped his feet, walked to Huo Yixiao, and said, "Yixiao is still very angry, just like usual."

Huo Yixiao saluted him.

As soon as Zhu Mao opened his mouth, it was full of white mist: "As soon as the weather was cold, I wanted to eat something hot..."

"Yes," Huo Yixiao interrupted Zhu Mao's words and said, "After I went to the yamen yesterday, I went to eat some hot food with the third prince."

Zhu Mao asked subconsciously: "What are you eating?"

"Chengjiazhuang." Huo Yixiao said.

Zhu Mao didn't want to speak for a moment, laughed dryly twice, and turned his head away.

Huo Yixiao blocked Zhu Mao straight and became clean in an instant.

It was probably because of this incident that made Zhu Mao very embarrassed, and he was afraid that Huo Yixiao and Zhu Huan would ask about the mutton pot for more. For about four or five days, he would avoid them.

This made Zhu Huan confused, but he liked to hear it.

There are so many things to worry about in recent days, and one less thing can be lost. When I go to the Ministry of Justice next month, I will be able to have less contact.

However, being able to be pure does not mean being able to be quiet.

Fortunately, the end of the political situation here is that all the matters at hand have to be sorted out. Being busy is better than sitting in vain.

In the afternoon, the wind was a little lighter.

A small official came and said that Zhao Taibao asked Huo Yixiao.

Huo Yixiao stood up and left the study room. He looked behind him.

The window was closed and there was no situation inside, but Huo Yixiao felt that Zhu Huan seemed to be a little relaxed.

In the past few days, although there was no conflict between him and Zhu Huan and outsiders could not see any clues, Huo Yixiao knew that the string was tense.

uneasy.

This is what Huo Yixiao expected.

Several results are possible.

With a broad mind that he could take it and let it go, Zhu Huan was obviously not that kind of personality.

There is a possibility of a complete stuttering.

But more often, it is the current situation where you are not up or down. It is uncomfortable, but it is not as good as a stuttering person.

Perhaps, it may be difficult to be at ease until things are settled.

In the study, Zhu Huan put down his pen and drank the water from the teacup in one gulp.

He felt that he had walked into a fog, his vision was not wide, and he could see things and shadows. Sometimes there was a shadow on the east side, and sometimes it seemed like the right way on the west side.

This is his problem.

He knew very well, but he also knew that it was not easy to go out.

To be fair, he envied Huo Yixiao's character.

Although Huo Yixiao is very flirting, he is also very straightforward.

If he had any thoughts in his mind, even in the imperial study room, Huo Yixiao would speak directly with his father, making him angry and he would be happy.

This ability to be able to make people straightforward is also a skill.

Zhu Huan cannot learn without such ability. He can only think and understand by himself.

At night, when he returned to Qingyun Palace, the young eunuch served Zhu Huanjing's face: "Your Highness warmed your hands first."

Zhu Huan took the handkerchief.

The little eunuch said carefully: "I think you are not in high spirits. Your Highness has worked hard these days."

Zhu Huan glanced at him.

The little eunuch said, "I heard that King Hui went to the yard the day before yesterday. Today I brought a deer and handed it to the imperial kitchen, saying that he wanted to give it to the emperor to taste something fresh."

Zhu Huanqi said: "You can still hunt deer after it's snowing?"
Chapter completed!