Chapter 271 (1/2)
White Emperor Palace, Lingbo hall, the old empress dowager's laughter burst out one after another.
After he ascended the throne, Zhao Yuzi would come to Lingbo hall with rouge to have dinner with the old empress dowager almost every day in the evening. At the same time, the young master of summer would exchange purification liquid to supplement the old empress dowager with a small amount of original source every day.
The source has been supplemented, and the mood is more and more comfortable, cheerful old empress dowager, the whole person's state is also getting better and better, full of red, with a smile, happy.
During the meal, the old lady only talks about family affairs and never takes part in state affairs. What she talks about most is when she can hold her great grandson. She always makes the rouge girl blush with shame.
”Yu'er, your father and your mother didn't strive for success at that time, so you can't do that now. Our Zhao family has too few people. You know, the stronger the cultivation, the more difficult it will be. Before you enter the major division, you should work hard together with rouge, and at least three big fat boys will be produced for me in three years.”
Zhao Yu put down his dishes and chopsticks. His face was bitter. He stretched out his hand under the table and grabbed the rouge girl's hand beside him. He said:
”grandma, one this year. You want to die of rouge.”
The old empress dowager did not blush and did not jump. She still said softly and slowly:
”it is not enough to rely on one person for this kind of thing. You also need to work hard. In the future, don't stay in the imperial garden very late. Go back to the summer palace earlier to have a rest. I will let people stare at you.”
Even Zhao Yu, who had always been calm, was a little flushed.
The small family was enjoying their dinner. Liang Po's big figure stepped in from outside the hall, and then came to Zhao Yu's side and whispered in a whisper:
”Your Majesty, the king of Bei'an is in urgent need of meeting.”
Zhao Yu's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and his ebony pupil flashed with reflection. Just as he wanted to open his mouth and let him wait in the imperial garden, he heard the voice of the Empress Dowager ringing in his ear:
”yu'er, it's good to call the king of Bei'an to have a meal together. I also want to hear what he has to do with you so late.”
”It's rare for grandma to be interested. It's all right to be herself.”
After the steady voice of the young emperor fell, Liang Po stepped out of the hall.
After a short period of half a column of incense, the figure of the old king of Bei'an appeared, but he did not wear the original yellow, green and very flowery robe. Instead, he replaced it with a very solemn and solemn black robe, embroidered with blue feathers, red spots, white beaks, and the divine bird Bi Fang. At the same time, he coiled up the whole white hair, meticulous, vigorous and vast.
In the whole Lingbo hall, with the king of Bei'an stepping in, thunder began to appear in the air. Accompanied by a sense of crispness and numbness, an invisible wave came from the direction of imperial garden, and all the anomalies in Lingbo hall dissipated.
There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the old king of Bei'an. Then he came to Zhao Yu and knelt on one knee with his head drooping. He said, ”minister, Wang Jiangyu of Bei'an in Xia Dynasty, please see his majesty Fuyao, empress dowager, long live your majesty.”
”Get up, you should not have dinner, then sit down and eat together.”