Chapter 218 Recognition

Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen, whose name was called, did not respond at all.

She ate another bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, munching on it and feeling very satisfied.

Sugar-heart abalone, pineapple sea cucumber, white shark lips, young deer tendons, claw meat, golden shark fin, ivory clam meat, spider fish glue, quail eggs, ham, pork ribs, clean winter bamboo shoots, king oyster mushrooms, chrysanthemum mushrooms, wild pine mushrooms, morels, snow bamboo fungus, Shaoxing wine, eighteen ingredients, eighteen delicious flavors. The moment you lift the lotus leaf covering the jar, the rich meaty aroma is so fragrant that even a Buddha would jump over the wall.

Seeing this, Chen Mingan shook his head and laughed.

Princess Ronghua never feels guilty and always takes responsibility for her actions.

This shows that it was the idea of ​​Lou Li, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, to overthrow both the young emperor and the empress dowager.

"Zhenzhen, how about I tell the imperial kitchen to prepare a rich and colorful dish with sesame, salt, bamboo shoots, chestnuts, loofah kernels, walnut kernels, spring osmanthus fern, swan osmanthus, rose, and Lu'an sparrow tongue bud tea." Chen Ming'an wanted to turn the game around, so he couldn't help but speak softly.

After hearing this, Zhu Huaizhen nodded slightly.

We're watching a big show, so why not?

Then, Lou Li curled his lips into a smile, not quite smiling: "Okay, let's not waste time, let's do the blood test to identify our relationship."

"Blood test?" the Queen Mother murmured, a little overwhelmed.

She realized later that Prince Chen of the Duke Dingguo Mansion of Southern Yan was unreliable and was completely on the side of Princess Ronghua.

Then, she has to save herself and cannot make excuses.

"There should be a few bones left of the late Emperor of Nanchu. Take them out and drip blood to prove your relationship. The Queen Mother must understand what I mean." Lou Li smiled coldly, his eyes sinister.

After hearing this, the Queen Mother took a deep breath.

She is able to live to this day, and she has long been a hero who knows how to adapt to the times.

The commander of the Jinyiwei of Southern Yan dared to abuse the corpse of the late emperor in such a way, and no one present had any objection. This means that he has a lot of say.

"I accept you as the commander of the Jinyiwei of Southern Yan. I gave birth to a stillborn baby, and fearing that life would be difficult, I replaced it with my concubine's son. In fact, I was helping my concubine to enjoy a peaceful life. When my son is enfeoffed as a prince, I will take my concubine into the house. I never thought that Prince Chen intended to support his son to become the emperor. I wanted to tell the truth several times, but I didn't have the courage. I don't want this son to die for no reason..." The Queen Mother shed tears and sighed continuously.

Yes, when the emperor was first elected, whoever was chosen would inevitably die for no reason.

To put it bluntly, the commander of the Jinyiwei of Southern Yan, the prince of the Duke Dingguo of Southern Yan, the great family of Southern Chu, and the forces of Northern Jin and Northern Zhou behind the Southern Chu family are all competing to choose the emperor and are refusing to give in to each other.

In the end, it was Chen Ming'an, the prince of Duke Dingguo of Southern Yan, who was more successful.

Ahem, Chen Mingan didn’t tell anyone, but the tip-off from Xincheng Princess Zhao Lian’er was a huge help.

Tsk tsk, the love poem that Zhao Lian'er wrote to Chen Ming'an, Chen Ming'an couldn't bear to burn it.

I ask the world, what is love, that makes us pledge each other through life and death? Two travelers fly together from north to south, their old wings have experienced many winters and summers. Joy is fun, separation is painful, and among them are foolish children. You should have said: Across the vast clouds, a thousand mountains covered with snow at dusk, to whom does my lonely shadow go?

Across the Fen River, the flutes and drums of yesteryear are silent, the desolate smoke still flat and clear. How can I compare to summoning the spirits of Chu? The mountain ghosts cry silently in the wind and rain. Heaven is jealous, unbelievable. The orioles and swallows have all turned to dust. For thousands of years, it has been left for poets to visit the wild goose mound with wild song and drink.

While Chen Ming'an was immersed in it, Lou Li had already sent people to retrieve the bones of the late emperor.

He grabbed the baby emperor's finger, cut it, and let the blood drip onto the emperor's bones.

At this time, the little emperor was crying incessantly, but everyone's attention was on the bones of the late emperor.

The blood has melted into the bones and has never been lost.