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Chapter 109 You Can’t Forget Your Roots (3)
Continue to eat.

Murong Zhe was impatient, and was about to speak again, Zhan Beilie smiled slightly, pointed at a boiled small white shrimp with his chopsticks, and introduced: "The cooks in the palace are best at cooking this seafood, Xi Wei rarely eats these, Third Prince You have to try more."

The corners of Murong Zhe's lips twitched, and his smile was extremely far-fetched, so he could only pick up a small white shrimp and start peeling it.

Zhan Beilie also picked up one, quickly peeled it off and put it in Leng Xia's bowl, as considerate as he could be!

Continue to eat.

Murong Zhe didn't know how to eat, so he put down his chopsticks, and while Zhan Beilie was whispering to Leng Xia, he saw the opportunity and was about to speak.

Who knew that Zhan Beilie on the opposite side seemed to have a third eye, and the voice sounded again at the right time: "This boiled white shrimp looks simple, but it takes a lot of effort to make. The third prince probably doesn't know about it."

Zhan Beilie didn't care about Murong Zhe's reaction, and said directly: "First soak it in the nectar collected every morning, and cook it with onion, ginger and garlic for the first time, so that the fishy smell in the shrimp can be removed. If the heat is too high, it will be too old, if it is too low, the meat will be too soft and not smooth enough. The water for cooking shrimp is also very knowledgeable. Well water and river water are not acceptable, and mountain spring water is the best, so the shrimp meat It is salty and sweet, and has a special taste."

Murong Zhe couldn't help shaking the chopsticks he was holding, and picked up a shrimp again with a smile, his cheeks that were suffocated like eggplants were almost stiff from laughing, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

You said that you are a big Qin God of War, and you told me about boiled shrimp, don't you feel shabby?
Continue to eat.

Murong Zhe wanted to talk a few times, but was interrupted by Zhan Beilie very coincidentally. He just felt that this meal was like swallowing flies.

Leng Xia put down her chopsticks with a secret smile, and finally finished her lunch comfortably without being disturbed, and cast a "good job" look at Zhan Beilie, immediately letting the spring breeze blow on the face of the Great Qin God of War, feeling refreshed and happy.

Wiping his mouth, stood up leisurely, Zhan Beilie hooked the corners of his lips to Murong Zhe, and said, "Third Prince, take it easy, this king and Leng Xia will take their leave first."

Murong Zhe's bowels were convulsed, he took a few deep breaths, put on an extremely friendly and warm smile, and replied: "King Lie, Zhe still wants to catch up with the imperial sister, this time he is an envoy to Daqin, the imperial sister's uncle They also followed, the imperial sister has been living in the palace, and she hasn't had the chance to meet her close relative, so she must be missing her dearly."

Call "Prince Sister", call it as cordially as possible, for fear that Leng Xia will not remember her identity.

Leng Xia and Zhan Beilie looked at each other, with a bit of coldness in their eyes, she turned her head and curled her lips coldly, and said lightly: "Since the third prince wants to catch up with the past, then let's sit down at Prince Lie's residence."

King Lie's Mansion, guest hall.

Leng Xia looked at the person in front of him who claimed to be his uncle, and raised his eyebrows mockingly.

This person looked exactly like her, in his 40s, but looked as old as 50 years old, with a look of fear and furtiveness on his face, he kept looking at Murong Zhe's expression from the corner of his eyes.

Murong Lengxia's biological mother was named He Xiu, she was just a court lady of the West Wei, she was taken into the harem by the Emperor Wei because of her beauty, but the most important thing in the emperor's harem was beauties, such a powerless and lowly status The beauty of the girl, with the passing of time, lost her youth, and only gave birth to a dispensable princess, who was left behind by Emperor Wei in a few years.

An unfavored woman has no place in the harem, and even the maids don't pay attention to her. Every day is getting more and more embarrassing. Daughter of love, to fend for herself.

Most of Murong Leng Xia's beauty is derived from that poor beauty, and He Yongsheng, the elder brother of He Xiu's mother, is also extremely beautiful, and he is seven points older than Murong Leng Xia.

The elder brother of a court lady has no power and power, and has been wandering in the market. After Murong Lengxia was sent to Daqin to get married, Cai Jigoushengtian was given an idle official position that is not big or small. I can see clearly.

He Yongsheng stood awkwardly in front of Leng Xia, stared at Murong Zhe's gloomy face, and suddenly knelt down on the ground with a "bang", weeping bitterly: "Niece, uncle didn't see your mother for the last time, and now I can be regarded as seeing you." Seeing that you are doing well, your aunt and I are relieved."

This tearful performance did not change the expression on Leng Xia's face. She picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip, then slowly raised her head and asked slowly: "Ming people don't speak dark words, The third prince has put in so much effort, what is the use of it?"

"Xia'er!" He Yongsheng yelled with his eyes wide open, and reprimanded nervously: "How can you talk to the third prince like that? Our family has been greatly favored by the third prince. You can't just forget it when you come to Daqin." Book!"

The corner of Leng Xia's lips curled into a mocking arc, it's really sad that Murong Leng Xia has such a relative.

Murong Zhe's expression was gloomy, there were only three of them here at this time, and he also lazily put on a smug look, showing his true colors, and sarcastically said: "The emperor's sister has come to Daqin, it really is different, the old cowardly Not at all, I just don’t know if I still remember what my surname is?”

He took two steps forward, stared closely at Leng Xia's eyes, and asked forcefully, "Is it Murong? Or is it Zhan?"

Leng Xia continued to drink tea without saying a word.

In Murong Zhe's eyes, this expression was immediately interpreted as a show of weakness, he sneered, the cowardly and cowardly trash was indeed that trash.

He softened his tone a little, and said with earnestness: "Sister, if you are favored again in Daqin, you are also the princess of our Xiwei. You must always remember this. If there is no Xiwei, where will the concubine Lie come from? today."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at He Yongsheng.

When He Yongsheng received his wink, he immediately understood, and then sighed: "Xia'er, if there is no third prince, how can our family be as beautiful as it is today? You must not forget your roots!"

With a sneer on the corner of Leng Xia's lips, she watched the two of them sing, read, perform and fight.

Very good, playing the card of family affection, giving a sweet jujube to a slap, this Murong Zhe used it with great proficiency.

(End of this chapter)