To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 174 I think Your Highness is right

  Wei Qiang couldn't help but took a deep look at Wei Han, feeling surprised: Is this King Kaiyang who never likes to join in the fun?

  I don't know why, but I always feel that the people in this restaurant are a little abnormal, such as Miss Luo who doesn't take him seriously as a prince, or the little maid who dares to point at his servant's nose and call him a bitch.

  For example, King Kaiyang who suddenly loves to join in the fun...

   Wei Han's tone was flat: "What does the prince think?"

  Wei Qiang smiled dryly: "It's good that Uncle Wang is willing to be a witness, Miss Luo, please put forward the conditions."

   "Your Highness, why don't you send that concubine to me." Luo Sheng put one hand on the table and said in a very casual tone.

  Wei Qiang could hardly maintain his gentle expression.

   Even people have to pass by, isn't it because of that bracelet!

   After a while, Wei Qiang gritted his teeth secretly and said, "Miss Luo, don't be joking."

  Luo Sheng blinked: "Why is it a joke to ask for a concubine? It's just a concubine. Someone gave me a face before."

  Wei Qiang: "..."

  Wei Han: "..."

  Luo Sheng pursed his lips tightly, showing obvious displeasure: "It seems that His Highness is unwilling."

   Wei Qiang, who has always shown himself to be gentle and refined, was so angry that he wanted to roll his eyes.

  Of course he doesn't want to!

  If he gave Yuniang to Miss Luo, he might as well give him a bracelet.

  Wait, you can't get caught up in this woman's extravagant asking prices.

  The bracelet cannot be given either.

   "Miss Luo, people are not objects, and I have no interest in giving gifts to concubines." Wei Qiang said sullenly.

  He is a prince, not those literati who pursue elegance.

   By the way, does Miss Luo know that he is the prince?

Luo Sheng snorted softly, and didn't save Wei Qiang any face: "The bracelet is an object, isn't Your Highness not willing to give it to you? Bracelets are not parted, and people are also reluctant. Why don't Your Highness tell you what you are willing to part with, and I will put forward conditions." .”

  This teasing made Wei Qiang clenched his fists tightly.

   Hitting is not allowed. If I had known this, I might as well go to the doctor directly.

   It’s not that you can ask for a move, but being rejected by a genius doctor is normal in the eyes of the world, and it’s not so embarrassing.

Looking coldly at Wei Qiang's anger, Luo Sheng felt happier, and lazily said: "Since His Highness doesn't agree to this condition, I can't think of what to ask for at the moment. Why don't we owe it first, and wait until I think about it." want again."

  Anyway, with King Kaiyang as a witness, Wei Qiang is not afraid of repudiating his debt.

   "Okay." Wei Qiang felt relieved.

   Just deal with the present first.

   Wei Han frowned slightly, thinking: Miss Luo is quite tolerant of the prince.

"but-

  When Wei Qiang heard these two words, his heart skipped a beat.

  Why is there still "but"?

   "His Royal Highness rejected both of the conditions. I'm in a bad mood. Why don't His Highness satisfy my small request."

   Wei Qiang was silent for a while.

   Are the conditions and requirements still separate?

   "Miss Luo, please tell me."

   "I want to meet His Highness's concubine, and see what kind of beautiful woman she is, who can make His Highness such a treasure."

   Wei Qiang was surprised and found it funny.

   After all, she was just a little girl, and her requests were childish.

   "Is this request not embarrassing?" Luo Sheng squinted at Wei Qiang.

  Wei Qiang smiled: "If it's just to see you, then it's not difficult. When the time comes, let the Crown Princess invite Miss Luo to play in the palace."

   Entering the palace?

   Wei Han took a sip of tea.

  Of course I drank the new tea this time, but the tip of my tongue was slightly bitter, not as refreshing as the cup just now.

  Luo Sheng smiled slightly: "Then it's settled."

  The food and drink have already been served, she stood up: "Your Highness and the prince take your time, I won't bother you two to drink."

  Watching the plain figure leave the lobby and go to the back, Wei Qiang retracted his gaze and toasted Wei Han: "Uncle Wang, we haven't had a chance to drink like this for a long time, my nephew would like to respect you."

   "Your Highness, you are welcome." Wei Han raised his glass and drank it down.

   Wei Qiang drank the wine and couldn't help but praise: "Good wine."

  More than ten years later, he is no longer the boy who coughs and suffers from alcohol.

   But he prefers orange wine.

  Recalling the smell of orange wine in the restaurant, Wei Qiang ordered Hongdou who was standing beside him: "Serve a pot of orange wine."

   While waiting for the orange wine, Wei Qiang picked up a chopstick and ate the stewed beef at will.

   The beef was in his mouth, and he immediately realized that the stewed beef was not casual at all.

   Tastes great.

   "Uncle Wang—" Just as he wanted to share the taste of the food and wine with Wei Han, Wei Qiang found that a plate of grilled pork elbow with an attractive color had lost several dollars.

  He raised his eyebrows slightly, with an elbow pinched.

   This grilled pork elbow was his biological father's favorite.

  Thinking like this, Wei Qiang put the moderately thick sliced ​​elbow into his mouth.

  Salty, fresh and glutinous, fat but not greasy.

  Barely chewing much, Wei Qiang swallowed this piece of elbow, took another piece and ate it before savoring the taste.

  He tasted a strange yet familiar taste.

   Said unfamiliar, because he has never eaten such a taste of fried pork elbow in these years.

  I say familiar because those precious memories become more and more profound as time goes by. At that time, I only felt that many things that were ordinary have become special.

  He has eaten this dish several times in the Zhennan Palace, some cooks from the palace, and some from Luo Er.

   Luoer’s fried pork elbows are just like this.

  This restaurant has awakened many memories in him.

   Wei Qiang was full of thoughts for a while, and then came back to find that the plate of fried pork elbow had bottomed out, and in his impression, the noble and indifferent little Uncle Wang was fighting for the second set.

  He seemed to understand why King Kaiyang ordered so many dishes.

   Seeing the weight and tasting the taste, you know that there is not much at all.

  Wei Qiang stopped distracted and began to eat vegetables seriously.

   At this time, Zhao Shangshu came in, saw that there was an extra person at the table where King Kaiyang usually sat, and after a closer look, it turned out to be the prince, so he hurried over to say hello.

   "Your Highness, my lord, you two are drinking."

   Wei Qiang raised his eyebrows.

   Unexpectedly, the level of people who come to the restaurant to drink is quite high.

   "Zhao Shangshu alone?"

   "Yes." Zhao Shangshu nodded heavily.

  He brought the two brothers Lin Teng and Lin Shu to eat. He wanted to get half the price, but after eating twice, he realized that it was not worth it.

  Although it can be half price, it can't stop the two young men from eating too much.

  With such two fools around, he ended up spending more money.

  No way, let’s do it alone.

   "Since Zhao Shangshu is alone, why not be together." Wei Qiang casually invited.

   I don't know if Zhao Shangshu has something on his mind, but he looks a little heavy.

   Zhao Shangshu, such an important minister in the court, must have encountered a lot of things before he was so happy and angry.

   Wei Qiang turned around these thoughts based on his impression of understanding.

   Zhao Shangshu was so excited that his beard twitched, but he didn't want to show too much, coughed and said: "I'm sorry to disturb Your Highness and the prince for a drink."

  Wei Qiang smiled: "Zhao Shangshu is out of touch now. It's lively when people drink a lot. Uncle Wang, what do you think?"

  He doesn't mind having an extra pair of chopsticks, but this little Uncle Wang is cold-tempered, and it has nothing to do with him if he refuses.

   Wei Han smiled slightly: "I think Your Highness is right."

Good morning.

  (end of this chapter)