Chapter 1153: So angry

"I'll be back in a while."
Branding raised his eyelids and asked in a low voice, "Holy Lord, is it annoying for the minister?"
"Dare not dare."
How dare Emperor Wen Yuan, even if he is the emperor, but in front of Luo Heng worry, he is still the little fourth who grew up with him on his back.
Just...
How did he explain.
"Master, it's like this," Jixiang said hurriedly.
"Princess Shuo suffered a severe wind and cold not long ago, and it has never been better now. Does the prince go back to see the princess?"
Bro Hengxu put Miao Miao in his arms,
"She is sick, but is it serious?"
"Cousin Huang, please rest assured," Emperor Wen Yuan quickly hugged Miaomiao and comforted him.
"The imperial sister-in-law is great."
Lao Hengsi stood up, and also gave a gentle bow to Emperor Xiang Wenyuan.
"Holy Lord, the minister retired first."
"Cousin Huang, go slowly."
Emperor Wen Yuan was relieved to see that Emperor Laoheng had finally walked out of the main entrance.
Then he gave Jixiang a thumbs up.
Jixiang Laughter's eyes were also narrowed. This man, there is always a weakness. Lord Shuo's temperament is not good, but Naihe has a Princess Shuo.
As long as there is Princess Shuo, the saint wants to let the Lord Shuo go, it is not that simple.
Emperor Wen Yuan gave Miao Miao in his arms to Jixiang.
"You look good," and he thought, compared to Bi Miaomiao's body shape, "Find a doctor to come over and show him, why do I look at Miaomiao's fatter again?"
This can't be fat anymore, otherwise, it's really hard to walk.
"Don't worry, the little one knows.
Jixiang held the cat's ancestor carefully, and he would have to let the imperial doctor look at it for a while, and he really felt that the cat had become a fine.
That's why it is said that this fan cat is naturally incomparable with the fairy cat.
The two previous ones from the Lord, obviously belonged to the cats. They just left without thinking. They were hooked away by the male and female cats who didn’t know where they came from.
It’s still a good one. It’s all white and cold and beautiful. It’s worthy of being a cat from Prince Shuo’s mansion. This is very similar to Prince Shuo’s temperament. He also likes bathing very much. Every day he washes himself snow white. Snow-white, you have to comb the hair on your body without messing up.
Emperor Wenyuan stood up, he adjusted his clothes, and was going to see Tai Huang, his good brother.
When he walked into a palace, he happened to meet Duke Hu who came out.
"Holy Master," Hu Gonggong hurriedly greeted him, and also saluted Emperor Wen Yuan.
"It's forgiving."
Emperor Wen Yuan has always treated the old people who have always stayed with the Emperor Xian to serve. However, Grandpa Hu is now getting older, and he has no energy to serve in the front of the holy, so he came to serve the Emperor. It can be regarded as a thought of the first emperor, after all, the first emperor does not want to let the emperor have trouble.
"Is he good lately?"
Emperor Wen Yuan walked over, and Duke Hu also followed suit.
"Sage, please rest assured, Tai Huang is fine."
Yes, Taihuang is fine, how could it be bad? Every day there are people waiting to eat and drink Lazar, if he is not good, no one in this world will be better.
Emperor Wen Yuan walked in, and on the bed collapsed, the fat ball became a ball, who is not too emperor?
Taihuang is a young man, but he is also in his twenties. Zeng Jin is also very energetic. Zeng Jin is also ambitious and has a great ambition. But now, he is like a dead dog. The same, lying here, stripped naked, living a noble and humble life.
"Brother emperor is well?"
Emperor Wen Yuan tucked his clothes, then sat down, and then stared at the Taihuang at this time without blinking. The reflection of the Taihuang in his eyes also made the Taihuang closed his eyes unbearable. His throat was rolling from time to time, he clearly wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a word, only the blue veins above his forehead were jumping from time to time.
"It's been so long, how come Brother Huang still can't learn to be calm."
Emperor Wen Yuan took the tea cup that Gonggong Hu handed over, and then asked Tai Huang with a smile.
And Taihuang stared with a pair of eyes. If the eyes can really eat people, then Emperor Wen Yuan might already have been eaten by him, because he was afraid that even the bones would be bitten. Scum.
"Brother emperor is better to calm down," Emperor Wen Yuan was in a good mood while tasting tea, and then said leisurely, "This will allow emperor brother to live for a few more years."
What Emperor Wen Yuan likes the most now is to tell the Emperor one by one about his achievements.
For example, he gave birth to a little prince. For example, it turns out that the Huang family has a treasure from the previous dynasty, which is enough to cover most of the treasury.
And every time he said it, the Emperor would vomit blood once, but he couldn't let the Emperor vomit his own life again.
Feeding a handful of ginseng can make up for the deficiency of disease and the vomiting blood.
"Brother Emperor is angry again?"
Emperor Wen Yuan smiled better.
"By the way, Brother Huang knows what I want to say?"
Taihuang pretended to be dead and did not move.
But as long as the ears are listening.
"Brother emperor, you should know that this is the time when floods are prone to occur in the Great Zhou. Before the father is alive, every time at this time, he will not be at peace and night."
"Our ancestors of the Great Zhou have always been committed to floods, and now..."
Emperor Wen Yuan sighed softly.
"I am really shameless to face my ancestors. Only after the eighth generation of kings of the Great Zhou Dynasty, I was able to control the flood."
"Brother emperor, there will be no floods in Da Zhou in the future," his emperor brother said so sincerely and so affectionately.
"Brother Emperor, are you happy?"
The blue veins above Taihuang's forehead jumped, and then there was another cough in his throat, which directly sprayed himself with blood.
"Brother Huang must have become more angry recently."
Emperor Wen Yuan stood up and pressed his sleeve.
"Grandpa Hu, give Taihuang some more pickled vegetables. That dish is enough to reduce fire. Taihuang is fatter than Miaomiao, and he needs to raise his stomach."
"At this age, I can only eat and sleep. What is the difference from a pig?"
"By the way, does the emperor know about Xuecai?"
Emperor Wen Yuan seems to have forgotten to sue the Emperor.
"This pickled vegetable was planted by Lord Shuo and Princess Shuo at the same time. It can produce a thousand catties in the evening, and it can be planted for two seasons a year, and it can grow in winter. And Cang Tao's fine silk technique."
"Brother Emperor, this is a good thing. You can just taste it."
After he finished speaking, the emperor spewed out several mouthfuls of blood.
However, the current Taihuang is white and fat, and his blood is naturally full, not to mention that he vomits so many mouthfuls, and if he vomits a dozen more, he is still full of blood.
After emperor Wen Yuan lived and died of the imperial spirit, it can be said that there is wind under his feet and his head is sober.