A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

Shen Ying took the dim sum out of the steamer, turned around and saw her son walk in with a dejected head, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"Mother, let me come, don't scald your hands." Ming Jiyuan took the cloth from the maid's hand, brought out the steamed dim sum and put it on the tray: "The relationship between my sister and the prince seems to be very good. ."

"A good relationship is a good thing." Shen Ying took a piece of dessert and handed it to his mouth: "How does it taste?"

"It's not sweet or greasy, the taste is just right." Ming Jiyuan's eyes lit up: "Mother, you haven't cooked for a long time, and your craftsmanship is still so good."

He stretched out his hand and took the dim sum from the plate, but was slapped away by Shen Ying: "What's the hurry?? Bring it out for your sister and brother-in-law to taste, and bring out the other dim sum in the pot, too?? ."

Ming Jiyuan widened his eyes in disbelief: "Mother, I am your own son."

Could it be that even the status of King Chen couldn't be compared?

"If you are envious, you can also find someone you like to marry, go back to your mother's house with her, and you will be greeted by your father-in-law and mother-in-law." Shen Ying bypassed her poor son, and said without turning her head: "Hurry up. Follow with snacks."

Ming Jiyuan reluctantly followed behind his mother with snacks. Anyway, a man without a daughter-in-law is the most insignificant person in the Ming family.

"Why don't you play cards?" Shen Ying walked into the yard, put the dim sum on the table, and said to King Chen and Jiu Zhu, who were sitting together, "Your Highness, Jiu Zhu, come and taste the dim sum that was just made."

The maid served the two of them and washed their hands. King Chen ate a piece of dessert and began to brag about Shen Ying's craftsmanship, with a sincere tone and sincere expression. Ming Jiyuan heard it, and couldn't help but begin to suspect that the royal chefs in the palace were all wine sacks and rice bags, and they couldn't even make delicious snacks.

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He took a piece and put it in his mouth. It tasted really good, but it seemed...it didn't taste so good?

Looking at his mother who was coaxed by King Chen into a smile, he suddenly understood.

Become a pro man, it's really hypocritical.

When the younger sister and brother-in-law left in the carriage, Ming Jiyuan stood at the door and said to Shen Ying, "Mother, what do you think about... King Chen?"

"Better than you anyway." Shen Ying turned her head to look at him: "You just arrived at Dali Temple these few days, so if you have nothing to do, look at the files."

Career and family, there must always be the same.

A man without a daughter-in-law must strive for success in his career.

"It's better than me..." Ming Jiyuan recalled that three years ago, his mother had said that King Chen was acting absurdly.

Ming Cunfu seemed to know what Ming Jiyuan was thinking. After the elders returned to his room, he whispered to him, "Do you think that the attitude of the elders towards His Royal Highness King Chen has suddenly improved a lot?"

"Yeah." Ming Jiyuan nodded: "Since I have the son-in-law of King Chen, my mother's eyes have become critical to me."

When he first returned to the capital, how gentle his mother was to him, I wish she could even bring the tea he drank.

It's been so long, everything has changed.

"You don't understand this. The former King Chen was the prince and the prince. But the current King Chen is his own." Ming Cunfu peeled the peanuts: "My family and outsiders are two different things."

"Not to mention..." Ming Cunfu laughed: "Three uncles and three aunts see King Chen's attitude towards Jiuzhu."

Among the princes, there is no one who cares more about the princess than King Chen.

"The third aunt is good to the prince, and I also hope that the prince and Jiuzhu have a good relationship." Ming Cunfu shook his head and threw the peanut shells into the plate: "Third brother, you are still young and don't understand."

"How did you talk?" Ming Jiyuan gently kicked his calf: "No big or small."

Ming Cunfu was kicked and staggered: "Third brother, be nice to me, I'm just a weak scholar, I can't stand you kicking like this."

Ming Jiyuan flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly, "I know what you mean."

He was silent for a while, then turned and walked into his yard: "I know."

Halfway through, he turned back again: "When you found Jiuzhu, was she really doing well?"

Ming Cunfu nodded: "Although she is poor in the mountains, her two masters treat her very well."

"That's good." Ming Jiyuan sighed, maybe he should have accepted the fact that his sister has already married with King Chen.

In Zhangliu Palace, the eunuch maids cleaned the yard where King Chen lived some time ago, and regulated all the objects he used.

The things that the prince has used can no longer be used by others.

"Cough, cough, cough." An Wang stood at the gate of the yard, coughed a few times by the dust flying up from the inner yard: "This is the yard where the fifth brother lived, and the land has been turned over again?"

A eunuch walked by holding the scroll, and accidentally fell, and the scroll rolled to the ground, landed in front of King An, and spread out.

"Oh, good painting." An Wang bent down to pick up the painting and couldn't help but praised: "The fog locks the mountains, the mountains are connected to the clouds, and there is a light boat on the Yanbo River."

"There is no seal or poem on it." King Jing walked up to him and looked at the painting in his hand: "Could this be the painting of the fifth siblings?"

"Second brother, third brother, what are you looking at?" King Chen walked into the courtyard and saw the painting in King An's hand, his eyelids moved slightly.

"Fifth brother, this painting was lost. I picked it up and didn't intend to peek at it." King An was afraid that King Chen would misunderstand him for peeking, so he quickly explained, "Now it's back to the original owner."

Fifth brother has not yet hugged his thighs, so don't offend him first.

"fine."

King Chen took the painting handed over by King An and finished the scroll.

"Fifth brother, this painting...is the calligraphy of the younger brother and sister?" King Jing praised: "As expected of the descendants of the Ming family, this painting is beautiful in scenery and meaning, and can be called a rare masterpiece."

King Chen glanced at him and nodded, "Yeah."

Then take the painting and leave.

"It's really a painting of my younger brother and sister." Wang An looked at the back of his fifth brother leaving, and bumped King Jing's arm with his elbow: "It's a pity, I didn't take the opportunity to take a second look just now."

In his impression, he rarely sees the fifth brother's attention to poetry and calligraphy, so other than the fifth brother and sister, who else's paintings are useless even with seals, and they are placed in the yard where the fifth brother lives.

"Yes." King Jing glanced in the direction of the gate of Zhang Liugong: "What a pity."

"What a pity?" King Huai walked out and saw the two younger brothers talking together, and said loudly, "You two don't get together all day to play around and think about how to get out of the palace."

Living in such a small yard every day makes him unhappy.

"Brother, the palace is also very good." An Wang said with peace of mind: "All the expenses should be saved from the palace, and you don't need to spend it yourself."

Now they are still being punished by their father, and they will spend their own money when they move out of the palace.

Save some expenses, is it not good to make jewelry for the princess?

"You're willing to be here just to save some money?"

"How can it be a little expense?" An Wang said: "How many people are there in the palace? Etiquette exchanges, various banquets, utensils, grain and oil, how can you not spend money?"

"It's so good now, you don't have to go to Liubu Dianmao, you don't have to worry about the expenses of the palace, let the small kitchen cook what you want to eat, and you don't have to pay for it yourself." The more An Wang said, the more beautiful this day felt, and he couldn't help sighing: " It would be great if my father could let me live like this for the rest of my life."

King Huai knew that his second brother was not motivated, but he never imagined that the other party would be so unmotivated.

Among the royal children, how could there be such a hopeless heresy?

"Forget it, you'd better sprinkle the grains to catch sparrows." King Huai regretted that he was talking nonsense with King An.

What kind of salary is that, the filial piety of the people below, and the real power in his hands, which is not better than the provincial salary?

"Thank you for reminding me, there must be more sparrows in the spring."

Unexpectedly, a sarcastic remark would be taken seriously by the second child, and King Huai almost vomited blood from anger.

"Big brother, don't mind." King Jing looked at the back of King An who ran away happily: "Second brother, he doesn't understand, birds are easy to forage in spring, and they are not attracted to grains."

King Huai looked at him incomprehensibly, what was this all about?

None of these brothers are normal.

He turned around and left, bumped into Yun Yanze who was coming back from outside, snorted, and strode back to his small courtyard.

"Third brother, what's wrong with the eldest brother?" Yun Yanze didn't seem to take Wang Huai's anger at him for no reason, and turned to look at King Jing with a smile.

"Just now, the fifth brother came over and took a painting. The elder brother told us that we had to find a way to move out of the palace, but the second brother didn't want to, so there was some unpleasantness."

"Painting?" Yun Yanze asked casually, "What kind of painting?"

"It's a beautiful painting with beautiful artistic conception and beautiful scenery." Jing Wang exclaimed in amazement: "It's a pity that my pen power is limited and I can't imitate half of its charm."

"The third brother's painting skills have always been the best among our brothers, how can we belittle ourselves?"

"This painting is not made by the fifth younger brother, but the calligraphy of the fifth younger brother and sister." King Jing looked regretful: "It's a pity that the paintings of the Ming family are never spread, otherwise I would rather give up my daughter and ask for a painting."

Yun Yanze sighed: "Unfortunately, my brother has no chance to appreciate it."

"If the fourth brother doesn't mind, you can go to my yard and I will give you a copy." King Jing said, "Although my painting skills are not as good as the fifth brother and sister, I can copy one or two of her style."

Copying... style?

Yun Yanze smiled lightly at King Jing: "There is third brother Lao."

"His Royal Highness, what did you take?" Jiuzhu glanced curiously when she saw that King Chen came out with a roll of things.

"When I had nothing to do, I made two strokes." King Chen handed the scroll to Yang Yiduo: "The peach blossoms are about to bloom. I need to practice my hands before I can paint with you."

Jiuzhu stopped Yang Yiduo: "Director Yang, show me the painting."

Yang Yiduo bent down and presented the painting to Jiu Zhu, directly omitting King Chen's opinion.

King Chen nervously looked at the painting held in Jiu's hand. Jiu Zhu looked at his painting, would he realize that when he praised her painting skills before, it was all a lie?

He was not afraid of anything else, just that Ming Xiaozhu would be sad.

It doesn't matter whether you draw well or not, what matters is that Ming Xiaozhu is happy to draw.

"His Royal Highness's painting... is not bad." Jiu Zhu looked at the painting carefully: "It's just too realistic, and it lacks a bit of artistic conception and interest."

Seeing that King Chen didn't speak, Jiuzhu thought that he was sad, so she quickly sought to make up for it: "But the brushwork is very good, and it's a bit better than my painting skills."

King Chen: "..."

Looking at the expression on Ming Xiaozhu's face, "although you are worse than me, but in order to coax you, I must say that you are better than me", he walked to her silently, put away the painting, and looked up at her tenderly. : "Painting focuses on artistic conception. I'm not good enough to draw. You have to teach me more in the future."

"Okay." Jiuzhu patted her chest: "No problem."

Looking at Ming Xiaozhu who smiled so happily and contentedly, King Chen took her into his arms with one hand, preventing her from seeing his expression.

Men, the most important thing is to be able to bend and stretch.

To coax your daughter-in-law to be happy, you can't bow your head.

It can't be called lying, it's called...interest.

Sun Caiyao put on new spring clothes and wanted to wear them to show His Highness, but when he walked to the door, he heard His Highness's voice coming from the house.

"Are you sure, the Taoist temple where Ming Jiuzhu was fostered is here?"

She stepped down.

"Your Highness, it is indeed here."

"Who's outside?" Yun Yanze's tone suddenly rose.

"His Royal Highness, it's me." Sun Caiyao lifted the curtain and walked into the room, looking at the eunuch standing in the room: "His Royal Highness, this eunuch looks a little raw."

"Prince and concubine, the slave is on duty in the palace." The blue-clothed eunuch gave a salute.

"Oh." Sun Caiyao put down the refreshment in her hand and seemed to not care about the eunuch: "Your Highness, try the new spring flower cake."

"Thank you for your hard work." Yun Yanze took a sip of tea and said to her, "Go to rest first, I'll have dinner with you later."

"Okay." Sun Caiyao walked out of the room, looked down at the embroidery on the skirt, and laughed at herself.

His Highness would rather go to find out where Ming Jiuzhu lived when she was young, rather than look at her.

Her well-dressed today is like a joke.

"Prince Concubine, the people from the Shangyi Bureau are asking to see you." Bai Shao walked up to her and whispered, "Do you want to see me?"

"See you." Sun Caiyao walked in front, concealing the loss in her heart: "Bai Shao, you have been serving your concubine for many years, have you ever seen His Highness get close to other women?"

Bai Shao shook his head: "No."

"His Royal Highness has been quite indifferent to me in recent days." Sun Caiyao smiled bitterly: "If you know what kind of woman he likes, I will take it back for him, at least... I can ask His Highness to be happy."

"Prince Concubine, don't think like that." Bai Shao advised: "Your Highness is not a womanizer. If you really take a concubine for His Highness, it will hurt your relationship."

Sun Caiyao felt even more bitter in her heart. She frowned when she saw the person from the Shangyi Bureau and heard him say that the other spring clothes she customized would be ready later.

"You didn't respond to me like this before."

"Prince Concubine please forgive me, but His Royal Highness Chen Wang has ordered several sets of spring clothes for Princess Chen, and the Shangyi Bureau is really busy."

Sun Caiyao wanted to ask, if King Chen wants clothes, should it be delayed for her?

But in front of the head of the Shangyi Bureau, she just smiled politely: "Since the fifth brother makes clothes for the fifth brother and sister, it doesn't matter if I am here a few days later."

"Thank you, Princess Concubine!"

The steward thanked him.

Sun Caiyao looked down at the hem of the skirt. Her Highness would not notice that she had changed into new clothes, but King Chen took the initiative to customize new clothes for Ming Jiuzhu.

"Send this letter to the Taoist temple where Ming Jiuzhu is fostered." Yun Yanze handed the thick envelope to the blue-clothed eunuch.

On the envelope, the sender's name is Ming Jiuzhu.