In Bu Chen and Yan Gui's uncle, the aggrieved and helpless Crown Princess honestly returned to the palace.

The palace was brightly lit, and carriages came out of the palace one after another.

The treasury of the Interior Government Office was opened, countless clothes and jewelry, as well as various patrol items were moved out.

The imperial guards were also ready to go. The roads from the palace and the carriages from the roads to the capital need to be repeatedly confirmed. Cleaning the streets will be busy all night.

The Chenyue Palace was strictly guarded, and Tang Bi led his confidant servants to sort out various documents that needed to be prepared on the tour; Xuan Mo was confirming his residence and travel along the way with Mingwu Ci.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites and cabinet confirmed the list of officials accompanying them, and for a moment the entire palace became lively.

As soon as Tangtang appeared, she was overwhelmed by the crowd. She sent her away and three waves came. The pillars in the hall looked like imperial guards holding weapons.

She lay on the desk, her eyes were dissipated and she was dying. The officials under the phoenix seat were still buzzing.

"Bada--"

The golden silk screen behind the phoenix throne sounded softly, Tangtang pricked up his ears and slowly moved his eyes back from the person who was talking to His Highness: "Who?"

A paper bag drilled out of the carved gap below the screen, and shook it up and down twice.

Tangtang stretched out two fingers and secretly clamped them over. Her face was very serious and even a bit majestic, but the little hand hidden behind her kept rushing.

The paper bag was opened and smelled, it seemed like a hot meat pie.

Ai —

Tangtang's eyes lit up suddenly, and there is meat to eat!

But it was public and not too obvious, so she slowly pulled a memorial and put it on the table.

Looking around with big eyes, it seemed that everyone was looking at the person talking, but no one noticed Tangtang, which was very good.

She lowered her head suddenly, hid behind the memorial, and took a bite of the meat pie with thunder without rushing to cover her ears-

It smells so good, very delicious...oh, it seems to bite the tongue, it hurts so much!

A gentle sigh came from behind the screen: "Slow down."

Brother Yan Gui?

Tangtang's tears were about to fall from pain, and she was thrusting her nose. Just as she was about to say something, someone called her: "Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Majesty?"

She pressed the meat pie under her tongue and stretched her neck to see.

When the speaker saw her almost crying, he couldn't help but sigh: "The Crown Princess is merciful, which is really a blessing for the Confucian scholars in Nan'an."

Um?

What's the matter with Confucian scholars?

The minister also pretended to be moved and wiped his tears: "Did Your Highness mean that all the Confucian scholars who were imprisoned are released?"

Tangtang moved his numb tongue: "Death (release) and death (release)..."

The minister, who was crying, never expected that she would say such words, and she was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth:

"After arresting more than 100 Confucian scholars, if you don't release them, do you have to kill them all? Your Highness thinks twice!"

The remaining ministers also knelt down: "Your Highness, think twice."

Big tongue Tangtang: "Yes (thinking) is (thinking)..."

Everyone shook even harder: "Your Highness must not."

Tangtang was almost crying, swallowing her voraciously, straightening her tongue: "If you don't kill me, I will make a decision when I get there."

"……yes."

After such trouble, the minister was so scared that his voice increased significantly until a strong smell of meat slowly drifted away.

Who is eating meat?

The ministers were very confused by the smell of flesh and couldn't speak simply.

"... Two palaces in the Twelve Prefectures in the West Liang Dynasty, two hot soups of peony and jasmine, and meat in the soup..."

"puff--"

If Tangtang hadn't covered her mouth in time, the last bite of the cake would have flew.

The ministers were also trembling with laughter, and the minister who said the wrong thing immediately knelt down: "Damn me."

"Get up, Lord Li, what's in the hot spring, please continue to say." Tangtang bent her big eyes and pushed the memorial down, ah, it's delicious.

"Bada--"

As Lord Li's voice rose, the back of the screen was gently knocked again. This time it was a pack of jerky, and the target was not as big as a cake.

Tangtang's eyes were scattered, and when she held the pen, she stuffed two pieces into her mouth, and when she lowered her head to write, she stuffed two pieces into her mouth.

It was almost midnight, and the ministers left one after another with a fragrant body.

Waiting for everyone to expose, Tangtang's small waist collapsed and collapsed on the phoenix throne: "Tangtang is so tired, Tangtang is going to get tired."

"Are you full?"

Yan Gui laughed softly through the screen.

"I'm full, brother, have you eaten?" Tangtang jumped up from the phoenix throne and ran behind the screen.

Yan Gui sat on the ground leaning against the screen, looking at her with soft and gentle eyes: "Yeah."

"No, my brother cheated Tangtang."

She pouted her little mouth, bent over and leaned over to him, lifted her little nose and sniffed:

"My brother's taste is still as clear as a mountain spring, without the taste of meat. Are you leaving it for Tangtang to eat?"

Yan Gui didn't say anything, quietly looking at her beautiful eyes like glazed.

The eleven-year-old girl has already seen arrogance in her eyebrows and eyes. It is rumored that the Crown Prince of Liang was born in the face of chaos.

In the future, no matter which king you marry, you will probably be a generation of demon queens and a beauty will suffer.

There is also a brave warlock who set up a stall to tell fortunes, calculate her birth date, marriage, and children, saying that she will harm the people in the future, etc.

The storytellers in the teahouse also compiled all kinds of strange stories based on these messy rumors, and there are all kinds of ghosts.

Later, more than a dozen teahouses were bought by the Su family and demolished them on the street. The stall was smashed by the generals of the Xuanwu Army, and the fortune teller was hung in the cemetery. The rumors finally stopped.

However, it is still circulating among the people how beautiful the princess is.

The families who gave birth to daughters also hung the so-called "Portrait of the Princess" on the head of the children's bedside, allowing them to grow up according to the person on the painting.

Although those portraits are not as beautiful as the little girl in front of you.

How can I be with such a good girl who is about to die for herself and stay with her side?

Yan Gui pursed her lips, but couldn't help but reach out and touched her hair, as if it were silk.

He shook for a moment and accidentally knocked off the hairpin on Tangtang's head. In an instant, the black hair like a waterfall spread completely.

Yan Gui was caught off guard, and his eyes looked at Tangtang's eyes nervously, afraid that she would be angry, and that she would never allow him to approach again in anger: "I..."

Tangtang blinked her eyes and pulled her hair: "Does my brother think Tangtang look good like this?"

"nice."

"Then, my brother's hair will also spread out."

Tangtang straightened up and reached out to grab Yan Gui's hair with a smirk: "Don't move around, be good."

When Bu Chen and Su Qingyun carried the food box around the screen, they saw their daughter's hair disheveled, pressing Yan Gui to the ground to pull his clothes.
Chapter completed!