The fourth girl of the farmer

Chapter 479 The 5th Birthday ([-])
"Fourth sister, Qingyuan said, you are producing special fires in the pastry shop in Los Angeles!" On February 24th, Yang Ziqian and Yang Zisen turned [-] years old.Xiao Wu came back to celebrate her brother and sister's birthday. She was dressed as a little woman, her face was red and happy.

"Why, I'm envious, do you want to give you that shop as a dowry again?" Yang Ziqian teased Xiao Wu.

"Fourth sister, sister, am I that kind of greedy person?" Xiao Wu's face was full of displeasure.

What she didn't expect was that the family gave her the Hebao County Bakery as a dowry!She is well-educated, well-behaved in front of others, and being the eldest granddaughter-in-law of a noble family is very suitable for the grandfather's heart. She is also eccentric in secret, and she is in harmony with her husband. The husband and wife are very affectionate.

"Okay, I'm teasing you!" Yang Ziqian still couldn't help pinching his pink face, the little girl who grew up under the cover has already married another man's wife, and the third brother of the same age has also become a father.As for myself, my heart felt sour.

"By the way, Fourth Sister, I heard from my mother that you still think about running away?" Thinking about the task that his mother gave, Xiao Wu tried to persuade Yang Ziqian to give up such thoughts.

"I'm not like you. Everyone has a family and a house. Besides, the third brother is going on a trip. I will go with him and I will take care of him. Don't stop any of you from doing this. We will set off next month!" The lobbyist came again, Yang Ziqian simply opened his mouth and gagged her.

"Father, father, my son is looking for you." On the evening of February [-]th in the sixth year of Qian'an, a small body dressed in apricot yellow and four dragon patterns rushed over from the side of the imperial garden with a face full of joy.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, you need to perform the national ceremony first, otherwise, the empress will punish you again when she finds out!" The servant beside him hurriedly pulled him back and reminded him.

"Hehe, it's Zhi'er, what do you want to do with Father?" A rare warmth appeared on his usual indifferent face.There are several concubines, but few children. After Zhi'er, only Concubine Duan has a princess.The royal father and the queen mother who were playing outside were very worried, and they returned to the palace years ago, saying that they would look after the harem for him!Presumably, they thought it was because the inner palace was still dirty.In fact, only he knew that ever since Xiao Haizi ordered the palaces not to use that kind of spice, no matter which concubine's first bedroom he went to, for him, it was just another place to sleep.On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, he prefers to be alone in Kunning Palace.However, at this time, it was a coincidence to meet Zhi'er.

"Father, there is a very delicious pastry in the Jingren Palace of the Queen Mother. Zhier sent it to the emperor's grandfather and grandma. They were all full of praise. Zhier invited Father to try it too!" The servant's hand was still bouncing and ran towards the father.

"Really? My son is so filial, so my father will go and see what kind of pastry it is!" Murong Xuan prefers the innocence of the young prince to strict education.Although he cannot give the Queen Huang the respect, but he loves and tolerates his son very much.Because, he didn't want his child to have another childhood like his, and, Zhi'er, let him see the normal life of certain people at certain times.

"See the emperor!" When Zhi'er brought the emperor into Jingren Palace, the imperial concubine's face was full of disbelief.Today, but fifteen, there is absolutely no reason to come to her palace.

"Come on, Zhi'er said he wanted to give me a delicious pastry, where is it?" Glancing at the anxious woman, the emperor simply stopped looking at her and asked his precious son.

"This child, the emperor has everything going on every day, so how can you disturb him? If you want to be filial, send it to the emperor!" He glanced at his son angrily, and the doubts in his heart were resolved. It turned out that it was only a word from his son that attracted him. come over.

"Father, look, this is that kind of pastry!" No matter how much the mother and concubine scolded, it would be after the father left. .

"Zhier, don't be rude!" Everything the emperor imports has to be tasted and tested by the servants. The imperial concubine is very annoyed, for fear of offending the lord.

Xiao Haizi next to him also took the money and tried to check it.

"Okay, father, I will try the delicious pastries that Zhier told me about!" Stretching his neck, he let his son put the pastry into his mouth, while Xiao Haizi on the side could only stare blankly, praying that he would not eat the pastries. What's wrong.

"Is it delicious, father?" Seeing the emperor swallowing, the little prince asked expectantly.

"Well, it's delicious!" He grabbed his son and sat on his lap: "Tell Father, what kind of pastry is this?"

"This is taro cake. Grandpa and grandma said it was delicious, and my father also said it was delicious. It's so good. Zhier asked them to buy it again, and buy it to honor you!" The little prince really made a big discovery today, What they think is delicious, they all say delicious.

"Okay, does Zhi'er know where to buy it?" Murong Xuan felt that Prince Fu taught him well, and that things should be bought instead of waiting for others to deliver them for granted.Although the imperial power is majestic, he has to experience the suffering of the people's livelihood since he was a child.

"Zhi'er doesn't know, but the concubine mother does!" The little prince cast his eyes on the imperial concubine for help. Of course, he was also afraid of the concubine mother. Sometimes, he felt that the concubine mother was more terrifying than the emperor father.

"Back to the emperor, this pastry was brought by my concubine's sister-in-law when she entered the palace today. It is said that there is a pastry shop called Yang's outside Luocheng. If the emperor likes it, the concubine can just send someone to buy it tomorrow!" Sometimes, The imperial concubine didn't even know what was going on!The emperor's passion and ruthlessness are always uncertain.

"Yang Ji." Murong Xuan felt that he must have a demon in his heart, and he couldn't hear that surname.Unable to bear it, I still looked at the oil paper pressed under the pastry, and there was indeed a "Yang Kee" mark on it.

Will it be her?

Over the years, Yang Ji has gained some fame among the people.

However, the world is so big, there are many Yang Ji!

Thinking that tomorrow is her birthday again, Murong Xuan was slightly taken aback.

"Zhier, the emperor has something to do, let's go first!" Xiao Haizi felt that the master loves the little prince more than anything else.Even when you leave, you have to report to your son.

"Okay, my father is busy with state affairs, so I don't want to disturb you!" The little prince jumped off the emperor's lap, ran to the table, wrapped some pastries, and held them in front of the emperor: "Father The emperor likes to eat, so I will eat all of them, and I will send them to the emperor after the concubine mother buys them back tomorrow!"

Those scattered cakes were obviously leftovers, Xiao Haizi couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, he was a child after all, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Okay, father will take it away, Zhi'er don't feel bad!" But he didn't want to, the emperor gave him a wink, and Xiao Haizi immediately stepped forward to pick up the oil bag.

"I don't feel sorry for my son, I respectfully send my father off!"

"The concubine sends the emperor respectfully!" After the son finished speaking, the imperial concubine came to her senses and hurriedly opened her mouth to send him off.

"Fengqi, go and find out if this Yangji Bakery belongs to her!" Arriving at Kunning Palace, looking at the pastries on the table, Murong Xuan couldn't help but summoned her.

(End of this chapter)