Yang Biao was scolded by his mother Ma and said in grievance: "But, mom, that kind-hearted man is not here."

"If you are not in the West Mountain, you will come back?" Ma was even more angry: "You are really a wolf-hearted person. Don't know what you are. Your life and my mother can live. Today, it is all given by your benefactor. Don't think that if you become a bullshit, your tail can be raised to the sky. Without a benefactor, you will be nothing. You take off your clothes and don't teach you a lesson today. I, a mother, will meet the King of Hell. If you don't teach you a lesson at this time, when I die, who will teach you?"

Yang Biao was open and took off his top without hesitation.

Ma was not too long-winded, so he lifted his stick and whipped it at his back.

Bang...

This stick is filled with meat.

Yang Biao groaned, it hurts so much, but he gritted his teeth and kept silent, and there was a trace behind him.

"Are you sensible?"

"I understand!"

"What do you understand?"

Yang Biao said: "You must remember your kindness in life."

Bang!

Another stick.

Ma Shi was a little trembling, but she was not polite: "What kind of gratitude do you remember?"

"Remember the benefactor's grace for saving his life, and... the grace for recreation!"

"It's good if you remember." Ma took all his strength and thrust on his back with another stick.

Yang Biao was so painful that he was sweating from cold on his forehead: "I remember, I'll still beat him?"

“I haven’t remembered enough!”

I sucked seven or eight times in a row.

But Ma himself was already exhausted.

Yang Biao's back was covered with bruises.

Thanks to his youthful and strong body, he endured it and knelt at Ma's feet: "Are you comfortable with your mother? I remember everything, my son."

Ma sat down panting, looking at Yang Biao, with a little distress in his eyes, but his face tense: "I know what to do next?"

"When my benefactor comes to Xishan, he will go to thank him immediately. Otherwise, carry a chicken from my house?"

Ma Shi gritted her teeth in anger: "Who cares about your chicken? Who is your benefactor? What's the one who doesn't have? You're a chicken?"

Yang Biao scratched his head: "No, the last time I met my benefactor, I saw a chicken in the west mountain, and my eyes were shining."

Ma slapped Yang Biao in anger and slapped her in the face: "Bah! A dog-like thing, benefactor will benefit the world and have the country in his heart. He is a god-like figure!"

Yang Biao began to doubt life, right? Is that true?

Ma said, "You thank you with a grateful heart. Don't walk around, kneel all the way. Also, if you arrange your benefactor behind you next time, I will pretend that I don't have you as a son. Do you remember?"

"Remember it." Yang Biao said hurriedly: "My son remembers it."

Ma finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The eunuch stood aside and was scared to urinate.

I saluted Ma in awe: "I... no, my job is over, old lady, say goodbye, say goodbye."

Flee in panic.

At noon, I heard that the prince and Fang Jifan had already arrived at the Zhenguo Mansion in Xishan. Yang Biao was a little hungry and wanted to eat. His wife Liu looked at Ma, and Ma glared at him. Yang Biao said, "I'll go see my benefactor first."

He was not vague, and after he left the threshold, he knelt down. The new Xin'anbo, the Qianhuguan of Feiqian Camp, knelt all the way. The road here was paved with bluestone, but it was a little uneven, making his knees hurt. From his home, how many miles away from Zhenguo Mansion, Yang Biao grinned in pain, but continued to walk past him.

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Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao sat in the happy yamen hall of Zhenguo Mansion.

This yamen is usually deserted, but occasionally, Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao come, so it simply becomes a restaurant.

Anyway, Zhu Houzhao is not a rule-abiding person, and Fang Jifan is not.

Rules... Rules are like faces. For some people, they are life, but for some people, they are worthless.

Zhu Houzhao belongs to the latter.

What I ate today was good things, except for a bowl of big yellow croaker soup, a roast chicken and a few plates of side dishes.

Wen Yansheng invited the two of them to sit down, and said with a smile: "This chicken is famous. After cleaning it, the whole chicken is cooked in the stove, put some sauce, a little salt, and other things. The most difficult thing in cooking this chicken is not to grasp the ingredients, but to the heat. The heat is not more than one point, and the less than one point is not less. The most important thing is to be just right. Your Highness and Dingyuan Hou can try it."

Zhu Houzhao was not polite and directly pinched a chicken leg.

Fang Jifan was not polite at all and pinched another chicken leg.

Wen Yansheng shook his head and had to break a chicken wing for himself.

But... Fang Jifan suddenly felt extremely tender when he ate the chicken legs. Sure enough... the key to this chicken lies in the heat.

He stared at the last chicken wing left.

Zhu Houzhao feasted and said, "Keep these chicken wings and I will bring them to my girls."

He was afraid that Fang Jifan would rob him.

Fang Jifan nodded as if he was pecking at the rice: "Okay, okay, the imperial chef in the palace can't match Mr. Wen. If the princess eats the imperial meal, she will probably get tired of it. She will definitely like it with the chicken wings."

Suddenly, Zhu Houzhao shuddered, put down her chicken legs, squinted her eyes, stared at Fang Jifan, as if she wanted to eat people.

"What are you doing?" Fang Jifan was confused. What's the problem?

Zhu Houzhao was smiling but not smiling. Her eyes were still staring at Fang Jifan, and said word by word: "Old Fang, how do you think of my girl? Is she beautiful?"

Fang Jifan's heart skipped a beat. Although Zhu Hou smiled in his face, he seemed to be trying to kill someone in his eyes.

It's so unfaithful. When he heard about His Royal Highness the Princess, he was about to explode.

Fang Jifan's heartbeat was very fast, but his face was calm. He spoke calmly: "Your Highness, Princess... Let's think about it... No, I think Your Highness is born ordinary. I don't know if she is beautiful or not. What's wrong? Your Highness, is there any problem?"

Zhu Houzhao looked relieved and was happy, but then she felt strange again. She gnawed the chicken legs and said vaguely: "My girl is beautiful, you can't even see it. You have bad eyes and don't want to talk to you."

He lowered his head and ignored Fang Jifan.

Outside, a wail came: "My benefactor..."

While speaking, he saw Yang Biao, who was pale-faced, marching in and climbing through the threshold hard. Under his knees, blood was dripping and extremely desolate.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan were shocked.

Wen Yansheng looked puzzled.

"The villain has seen his benefactor. He is kind to thank him." Yang Biao arrived at Fang Jifan's feet and was not polite at all, and kowtowed three times.

Fang Jifan was dumbfounded.

“…”

"My benefactor...you talk."

"I..." Fang Jifan saw the guy in a mess, but his face was sincere.

This Yang Biao is really a...silly guy.

It's indeed Biaozi.

After being silent for a long time, Fang Jifan said, "Do you eat chicken? There is still a wing here."

Yang Biao was already hungry and nodded neatly: "Eat."

Then Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan with resentment and broke off the last chicken wing and stuffed it into Yang Biao's mouth.

Wen Yansheng said: "But Xin'anbo, who has made great contributions, come and add a chair to you."

Yang Biao shook his head: "I don't dare to sit with the prince and benefactor, I'll go to the corner to eat."

He tried to stand up, but found that his legs were no longer his. He was a fool. He was not so polite. He walked over again, went to the corner, turned his back to Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan, and feasted, making a sound, and finally shouted: "How delicious!"

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Wen Yansheng had to make a new chicken and let the prince take it back to the palace.

The prince was satisfied and sneaked into Kunning Palace. He was very happy when he saw that his father was not here. When he came, it was already evening. The roast chicken in his hand was wrapped in lotus leaves, and the three layers inside and outside were all covered with lotus leaves. He was sent all the way to the Meridian Gate and then ran away, and there was some warmth.

Queen Zhang and the clumsy Zhu Xiurong were knitting sweaters.

The wool has begun to become new, and the women and women in Beijing are learning to knit, and Queen Zhang has also caught up with this trend, especially letting a nanny go out to learn how to knit sweaters and come back to teach herself and Zhu Xiurong.

The two of them knitted very seriously.

Zhu Houzhao secretly walked around Zhu Xiurong's back and saw her clumsy look, and was amused: "Your sweater is even worse than Lao Fang. Haha, the stitches are wrong here. Also, you shouldn't hold the needle like this, call me brother, I'll teach you."

Zhu Xiurong was startled and said to Queen Zhang angrily: "Mother..."

Queen Zhang only realized that Zhu Houzhao's mud monkey was coming, and said angrily: "When I was sneaky, aren't you afraid of scaring your girl?"

Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "There is a Mr. Wen who cooks very well. The roast chicken he made is even more amazing. The son-in-law was thinking about it and gave it to his mother and girl to try it."

As he said that, he handed the lotus leaf bag to the palace maid and asked the palace maid to deal with it.

He said with a heartache: "It's not like this. I feel anxious when I look at you. Look at you, I'm clumsy and irritable. I can't stand it anymore."

He snatched Zhu Xiurong's needle and thread, held it, flew his hands and knitted yarn knots with familiarity: "Did you see it? Did you see it? It's time to knit like this, it's so angering to me."

Zhu Xiurong seemed to have been hurt, and her pretty face turned slightly red: "I weave myself, and it's my own business if I don't weave well."

Zhu Houzhao seemed to have discovered something: "Hey, this sweater is strange. Look, it is neither the size of the father nor the size of the palace. Girl, who did you knit it for?"

Zhu Xiurong was about to burst into tears.

"Stop crying, it will be ugly if you cry." Zhu Houzhao was shocked and did not dare to provoke her again. She obediently said, "I was wrong. I dare not talk nonsense anymore. Girl, don't always cry. No wonder that Lao Fang said that you were born ordinary and didn't know how beautiful and ugly."

Zhu Xiurong was silent for a moment, her tears condensed, and she glanced at Zhu Houzhao: "You are talking nonsense!"

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Chapter 1 is delivered, it's too late.
Chapter completed!