Chapter 430 Heart disease

Author: Feng Chuxiao

Chapter 430 Heart disease

To say that Lu Shengge was barbecuing in the garden would be better to say that Lu Shengge had nothing to do and was lying in the garden basking in the sun.

The meat and vegetables were cut, marinated and sent on skewers from the imperial dining room. The skewers were grilled by two people on a small table and stools.

Lu Sheige ate a roasted eggplant and a skewer of roasted garlic cloves and then gave up. The rest was cheap for the eunuchs and maids who were waiting on her.

Lu Xiangge is the emperor, so he cannot eat such strong-tasting food. Even if he gargles seven or eight times after eating garlic, he cannot cover up the smell. The emperor cannot eat it. Not only the emperor cannot eat it, but also the people around her cannot eat it.

Lu Sheige has not been able to follow his own temper for many years. He can eat whatever he wants and do whatever he wants.

Lu Sheige asked for this garlic clove himself.

The small table did not dare to take more, so it took two skewers. One skewer was eaten by the emperor, and the other skewer was still in his hand.

Seeing that the small table was not moving, Xiao Shiba bumped the small table with his elbow: "Hey, is this roasted garlic clove delicious?"

The little table put the garlic clove aside and whispered: "How do I know?"

Hearing this, the small stool moved closer to the small table: "It seems that Your Majesty is not allowed to eat. Otherwise, let me have a taste of your skewers."

Seeing that the small table remained silent, the small stool moved closer, "If you are afraid that His Majesty still wants to eat, I will go to the imperial kitchen to get some more."

"Get out of here."

The small table pushed the small stool to the side with one arm angrily, "You are serving His Majesty. When your mouth opens, it will smell like garlic. Not to mention what will happen to Your Majesty, what will those adults think if they smell it?"

The small table is the largest among several people, the most stable, and the most effective in speaking.

After hearing what the little table said, the little stool immediately drooped its shoulders and responded feebly.

However, after taking a look at the meat skewers in his hand, Little Stool became energetic again.

These are all barbecued meats, and the ingredients prepared by His Majesty are excellent.

His Majesty took the prince and the little princess to barbecue before. It's not that he hasn't eaten before, but there was a lot left over. The big guy didn't have much left.

The little princess is not here today, and the prince is busy again. His Majesty seems to have no appetite, so it is not easy for him.

The small table did not have the excitement of the small stool. While he was grilling meat, he secretly looked at the emperor who was lying on the lounge chair and sunbathing.

He felt that the emperor was very strange today and had an indescribable feeling.

After going to court today, the emperor handed over all the unapproved memorials to the prince. He said that the reason why the prince dared to leave the palace privately was that he was too busy. Now find something for him to do to prevent him from getting into trouble.

The prince received a beating, and even if his father-in-law showed mercy, the injuries were still serious. The prince's buttocks hurt, and it would take a few days for the abrased skin on the inner thighs to heal with medicine.

Even if he didn't feel sorry for the prince, the emperor would not let the prince be injured while reviewing the memorial.

But this time, the emperor not only did not feel sorry for the prince, but also threw all the memorials to the prince.

The emperor also said that the prince is old and she is tired. From now on, the prince can just make the decision on small things and ask him about big things.

The emperor is tired?

When the little table thought of this, a chill ran down its spine.

He put the kebab in his hand in front of the small stool and whispered: "I'll be back as soon as I go."

"Hey, where are you going?"

Before Little Stool finished speaking, Little Table had already strode to the Emperor's side.

"This person..."

The little stool shook his head helplessly. He could bake it if he wanted to, and he could eat more if he baked it.

"His Majesty."

The small table placed the hot tea that had just been changed in his hand on the square table, "I dare to say something..."

"Shut up."

Lu Shege waved his hand impatiently, "Go away and leave me alone."

The small table did not roll. Instead, he squatted down and asked softly: "Your Majesty, the prince is still correcting the memorial in the palace. How about I send the prince some food?"

What to give, of course, grilled meat and vegetables.

Not to mention that they like to eat as slaves, but the prince really loves to eat. Every time His Majesty takes them to bake something to eat, the prince can eat without raising his head.

You want to say that the prince is greedy, but that’s not true. Who is the prince? The future prince, in this palace, not only rich clothes and fine food, but also everything he wants to eat.

The prince likes to eat barbecue, but because these barbecues are all prepared by the emperor, and sometimes the emperor bakes them himself.

The prince's admiration for the emperor is like a torrent of river water.

Lu Sheige turned over impatiently and waved his hand, neither saying he would send it off, nor saying he would not send it off.

But the little table breathed a sigh of relief, took the porcelain plate, and picked out a few of the things the prince liked to eat. Before leaving, the little table took a look at the garlic cloves that had been roasted and put aside. He hesitated for a moment, then picked them up and put them on the table.

In a porcelain plate.

If he told the prince that the emperor liked it very much, the prince would also want to try it.

Holding the porcelain plate on the small table, he ran to the Tai Chi Hall. He was afraid that if he ran too slowly, the barbecued meat would be cold and tasteless.

Although the prince would not dislike it, how could he make the prince unsatisfied as a slave?

By the time the small table came back from Tai Chi Hall with an empty plate, it was already half an hour later.

Hearing the footsteps of the small table, Lu Shege sat up and asked: "Has the prince's memorial been approved?"

"not yet."

The plate was put down on the small table and he replied respectfully, "I served the prince to eat barbecue and waited for the prince to drink a pot of tea before returning. The prince said that the meat was delicious and asked me to roast some more and give it to the little princess to try."

I ate it myself, and I was still worried about my sister not eating it.

The corner of Lu Sheige's mouth curled up slightly: "There is no need to send it to the little princess. Isn't she with Yuanyuan? Let them come by themselves. The freshly baked food will be more delicious."

"Hey, I'm going to invite Princess Anle and the little princess."

Just as the small table was about to leave, the emperor said calmly: "You can follow the prince later."

"His Majesty?"

The small table thumped and he knelt down, eyes widening in disbelief, "Your Majesty is a slave, what did you do wrong? Or..."

"Little table, you're getting older now, so you can change its name later."

Lu Sheige squinted at the sunlight falling between the trees, with a faint smile on his face, "I remember your surname is Li, so let's call you Li Buyan."

Before the little table could kowtow and thank him, the little stool came over with a plate and asked hurriedly: "Your Majesty, where is that servant?"

He grew up with a small table and a few chairs, and followed His Majesty from the palace to the palace together.

The small table needs to be renamed, and the small stool must also be renamed.

"you?"

Lu Xiangge looked at the small stool standing beside him with oil stains on the corners of his mouth, and said, "I don't remember your last name."

The little stool hurriedly said: "The slave's surname is Zhang, and the little chair's surname is Chen."

Since His Majesty gave me the name, of course I can't pull down the little chair. They have been good brothers for many years.

"Small stool, don't be rude."

The little table gently pulled the lapel of the little stool and smiled, paying attention to the emperor's subtle expression.

The emperor was smiling and seemed not unhappy.

It seems that the three little brothers can change their names to serious names this time.
Chapter completed!