surnamed Wang

Chapter 8 Mud
In my spare time, I remembered the emperor who still had a son, so I called the three teachers of the Eighth Prince to understand the situation, and the answer I got was very unified: rotten wood cannot be carved.

Of course, the other two teachers did not dare to blatantly say that no matter what, they are still the heirs of the royal family, and there is no difference in respect.

These words came from the elders of the two dynasties, the emperor's benefactor Liu Gelao.The old gentleman was notoriously strict, and the emperor had often been beaten by hands when he was young.

Not only that, but Liu Jianbo is also famous as a top iron.Anyone who does not do well will directly scold him, even if he is facing the supreme emperor.

When the emperor came to the throne, he was not familiar with professional skills. Every time he fell into a coma, the old gentleman would first fold the official uniform upright, and put it on the emperor's dragon case respectfully together with the black gauze.Then he scolded his head and covered his face, as if he had cut me down, but this situation has not happened for more than ten years.

Today, when the emperor asked about the studies of His Highness the Eighth Prince, Elder Liu Ge made an exception.I saw him silently taking off the black gauze, just taking off the black gauze was not enough, the veteran of the two dynasties actually started to unbutton his official uniform in front of His Majesty the Emperor.

Seeing this, the other two bachelors withdrew tactfully. The old gentleman is about to curse again...

"I'm ashamed to ask, the old man originally thought that His Majesty was the stupidest one I've ever taught, but only after meeting His Highness the Eighth Prince did he know what it means to keep oil and salt from entering, and the mud can't support the wall!"

The dynasty has always respected teachers, and the royal family has always been like this.Even if the elder Liu Ge pointed at the emperor's nose and scolded him, the emperor could only honestly laugh along with him.

The emperor was scolded by Mr. Liu Ge for half an hour, and when the old gentleman left, he still looked angry.

This one got angry, so it is natural to seek compensation from the culprit.The emperor came today to take the opportunity to reprimand the eighth prince, but he was shocked to hear Wang Bingquan worrying about the country and the people overheard outside the wall.

The emperor became interested, and wanted to hear what unexpected words he could say, but Wang Gingquan couldn't say a few words, and his next words were like a basin of cold water, which gave the emperor a chill.

"Made wants to be hungry! Xiao Chunzi, go and get me something to eat. Your Highness wants to eat roasted whole lamb tonight, remember to prepare more spices."

Wang Gingquan patted his belly and gave orders. It wasn't that Wang Gingquan was heartless. He had learned from Xiao Chunzi earlier that this year's grain harvest was excellent, and there were no natural or man-made disasters. People would not be displaced and freeze to death on the streets like in previous years.

So after the burden is gone, I can't help but increase my appetite.

It's just that he didn't know that all these words were heard by the emperor outside the wall.The emperor's teeth are itching with hatred at this time, this unworthy son, after so much effort to think about the common people, you still want to be hungry?I want to roast a whole lamb when I open my mouth. Is it like this for state affairs?

The emperor walked into the courtyard with a sullen face. Wang Gingquan, who was about to go back to the house, heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw that the person who came was his cheap father. Judging by his expression, it must be that the person who came was not good.

Wang Gingquan immediately smiled all over his face: "Hey! Isn't this the father, I haven't seen you for a long time, come in and have a seat, I really miss my father, Xiao Chunzi, let's have some tea!"

Hearing these words, the emperor couldn't help but twitched his eyes. How did this bastard learn such a trick? It was clearly exactly the same as those brothel bustards in the capital used to solicit customers, and even his tone and expression were vividly restored.

Don't ask how the emperor knows, just ask the emperor.

"Why doesn't the father come in? Is there any dissatisfaction with the minister?"

The emperor held back his anger, he couldn't find fault with the bustard just because of a bratty remark, and he would be exposed, so he didn't talk nonsense, and walked towards the back room.

"I heard from your three teachers that you have been working hard recently..."

The emperor deliberately emphasized the word "study".

Work hard?Doesn't Wang Gangquan know what he is like? Which teacher hasn't been blown bearded and stared by him angrily.In particular, the veteran of the two dynasties even bluntly said that he would not be able to support the wall with mud, so would they say a good word about himself?
But Wang Gangquan still shamelessly put on an embarrassed look, and shyly said: "It's not that good, it's all influenced by my father."

"you!"

Even though he has been the emperor for more than ten years and has first-class skills in nourishing qi, he was defeated by the power of the king.The emperor didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, he really didn't know if he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid, and he was against himself everywhere.

The emperor wandered around Wang Gingquan's room, and when he came to the bookshelf, he paused, then took out a Three-Character Classic from the shelf, opened it to check, and asked without looking back, "Have you memorized all the Three-Character Classics?"

"No, I'm a fool, my brain is not working well, I can't remember."

This pervert!

The fire that the emperor had just suppressed suddenly rose up.

Knowing that he was stupid, not only did he not encourage himself to study and practice hard, but he used it as a shield and lay down to die. It was really mud that could not support the wall.

Xiao Chunzi and another old eunuch were trembling with fright, thinking that this little ancestor should stop adding fire, seeing that His Majesty's fire was about to set the bookshelf on fire, how could His Highness the Eighth Prince be drinking tea there as if nothing had happened.

The emperor silently flipped through the books one after another beside the bookshelf, and never asked any self-defeating questions.

After flipping through seven or eight books, the emperor closed the book and put it back in its original place, and said calmly, "That's all for today."

Wang Gangquan was overjoyed, it was great, he was finally leaving.

Unexpectedly, the emperor's next sentence would put Wang Gingquan's heart in a tizzy.

"Tell the queen that I will eat roasted whole lamb at the eighth prince's place today, so I won't be going back."

"That can't be done, father, I'll let the imperial dining room make a roasted whole lamb, if you want to eat another one!" Wang Gangquan said hastily.

"Can you eat a whole roasted lamb?"

"Return to father, I have no appetite today, I usually eat two."

……

The emperor finally knew why the expenses in the palace had increased sharply recently, and all the co-authors were eaten up by this kid. How did he become such a worthless person, who couldn't do anything well except be able to cook.

This can't be entirely blamed on Wang Gangquan, since he started practicing, his food intake has been increasing day by day.It is said that immortals don't eat fireworks in the world, so why did I get so hungry that I didn't eat this meal.Fortunately, he was born in the royal family. If he was born in an ordinary family, the harvest in one year may not be enough for him to make in three days.

"Forget it, I will eat less today and let you have a leg of lamb."

After a few minutes of chilling, Wang Gangquan reluctantly made a concession.

Seeing that the atmosphere was finally normal, Xiao Chunzi and another old eunuch hurried down to make arrangements. After they came out, they realized that their backs were already wet with sweat.In the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month of winter, there was a cold war at the same time. The two looked at each other with wry smiles, and their inner thoughts were surprisingly unified.

survived!

Not long after, a fire was set up in the courtyard of His Highness the Eighth Prince, and a whole fat sheep was roasting on the fire, and there was a chef beside him who was in charge of cutting the meat. From time to time, palace maids and eunuchs would bring the roasted lamb into the house.

The small courtyard, which was originally deserted, was extremely lively today.

(End of this chapter)