Chapter 917 is her craft!
The smiles on their faces were successfully transferred to Dabao's little face. After laughing for a while, Dabao realized something was wrong and coughed lightly. He patted Erbao's shoulder like a little adult and said, "Erbao, I'm not saying anything bad to you, but next time you hit someone, don't hit them in the face. We are young, so it's okay. But Anda is so old. Now, no one will believe Anda's bragging."
Erbao looked at Zhan Dagumi seriously and nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Brother is right."
Zhandagumi: "...Thank you."
Who can do what Anda did?
If his Khalkha subjects knew about this, would he still have the dignity to be a prince?
"Don't be sad. It's not that you are a coward. It's just that the young master is too powerful. Besides, you are not entirely Anda. You are the master's disciple. In fact, you are of the same generation as the young master." Dashao looked at him and finally said a word of comfort.
Zhan Dagumi: "..."
He squinted his eyes and suddenly leaned closer: "Beauty, do you care about me?"
Big Spoon: “…”
"My beauty, you may care about me, but don't mention seniority next time."
Big Spoon: “…”
She shouldn't have said that, it was so unnecessary. This guy is so heartless, how could he be sad?
Liang Jiugong, who was not far away, watched and secretly looked at Emperor Kangxi's expression. This is really killing me. What's wrong with these people in the Fourth Prince's Mansion?
The person in front of you is the emperor. How can you all talk nonsense in front of the emperor?
Seeing that Emperor Kangxi looked unhappy, Liang Jiugong was also worried for them.
"Huang Mafa, what's wrong with you?"
Dabao was not Liang Jiugong. Seeing that Emperor Kangxi looked unhappy, he came over and pulled his clothes.
Emperor Kangxi frowned for a while, then suddenly said, "Look, Zhan Dagumi can no longer teach you. He can't even beat Erbao!"
Liang Jiugong beside him was shocked. He thought the emperor would say something, but he didn't expect that the emperor was just thinking about this matter.
After hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward and replied, "Your Majesty, you have forgotten that this Zhan Dagumi is the foremost warrior in Khalkha. Speaking of which, when we were in Khalkha, many of our generals were outmatched by this prince. Your Majesty, it is difficult to find someone more capable than the prince these days. If we don't use the prince, I'm afraid our Concubine Wen will have to teach him personally."
Liang Jiugong's words woke up Emperor Kangxi. When he came to his senses, he remembered that it was warm wine that defeated Zhan Dagumi before.
For a moment, his brows furrowed even more.
"Huang Mafa, don't worry about it. Mother knows that Anda can't beat Erbao. Even Uncle Nine and Uncle Ten can't beat Erbao. You don't have to go to so much trouble to get Anda.
"Amadu said, 'There aren't many people in this world who are better than Erbao. Learning doesn't depend solely on Anda. Erbao can only rely on himself.'" Dabao explained seriously.
Emperor Kangxi stared at Erbao for a long while: "Is this... is this a Baturu that God has bestowed upon my Qing Dynasty?"
As he said this, he squatted down and looked at Erbao: "Come on, Hongshi, come and beat Huang Mafa."
After saying this, Emperor Kangxi patted his chest.
"Absolutely not!"
Before Erbao could say anything, Thirteen shouted, "Father Emperor, absolutely not! Erbao is now even more powerful than Zhan Dagumi, how can we allow him to fight with you? Father Emperor, children are not very careful with their movements, and they can hurt people. This is absolutely not allowed."
Zhan Dagumi came back to his senses and nodded. "Great Amugulang Khan, what the Thirteenth Master said is true. Your body is too precious to fight. Erbao has a strong fist. If my master knew that I let him fight you, he would definitely skin me alive."
Emperor Kangxi rolled his eyes at the two of them and said, "I know my limits. Erbao, come here. Just punch Huang Mafa's fist and let him feel your strength."
Erbao listened, blinked twice in confusion, and then looked at Dabao inquiringly: "Brother, do you want to fight?"
Dabao frowned as if thinking for a while before saying, "You can't fight. Mother said that fists are for outsiders, not for your own people."
"Oh." Erbao nodded and looked at Emperor Kangxi seriously: "Your Majesty, Erbao cannot hit you."
Emperor Kangxi frowned immediately, but no matter how he threatened or talked to him nicely, the boy seemed to be unmoved and refused to make a move no matter what.
Emperor Kangxi had originally just wanted to give it a try, but now his curiosity was piqued. He was feeling extremely anxious.
Thirteen looked at his father's current state, still confused, and said with a smile: "Father, there is no rush now. Didn't the children just say they were hungry? You can't just force them to practice martial arts without letting them eat. They must be well fed."
"Yes, Your Majesty, my grandson is hungry." Sibao immediately touched his rumbling belly and said.
This remark stirred up a hornet's nest, and immediately several treasures surrounded Emperor Kangxi and said they were hungry.
Emperor Kangxi glanced at his grandson, but couldn't bear to let him go, so he looked at Liang Jiugong beside him.
"Your Majesty, I have already ordered the meals to be prepared. They are all the favorites of the princes. I believe they have been delivered."
Emperor Kangxi's complexion improved slightly, and he took his grandchildren to have dinner.
The little ones were indeed hungry, and when they sat at the table, they kept using their chopsticks. Their little hands were so nimble that even Emperor Kangxi's attempts to pick up food for them seemed unnecessary.
"Hey, how come you guys are eating so cleanly? According to our ancestors' rule, you can't eat more than three bites. I'm telling you, you only need to eat three bites of this dish, okay?"
Fourteen watched his nephews enjoying their meal and couldn't help but remind them, "There are about a hundred dishes at the end. They're so full. Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Uncle Fourteenth, our ancestors also said that we should cherish food and not waste it. It would be a pity to only eat three bites." Dabao said.
Fourteenth choked and stared for a while, not knowing what to say. He just looked at Emperor Kangxi and said, "Father Emperor, look at them!"
"Dabao is right. We should cherish food." Emperor Kangxi immediately glanced at Fourteen with a bad look and said, "Pick up the meat that fell on the table and eat it quickly."
fourteen:"......"
When did our family become so poor?
"Huang Mafa is so awesome. No wonder mother said that Huang Mafa is the most admirable person." Dabao immediately clapped his hands.
"The emperor is so awesome." Erbao applauded.
"Awesome!" said Sanbao.
"Yeah." Sibao agreed.
Fourteen: “…” The Emperor would never be fooled by such nonsense!
Who knew that the next second, he would see his father-in-law smiling like he didn't want any money and said: ""
The meal ended with the Fourteenth Master's resentful look and the flattery of several treasures. Everyone except Fourteenth was very happy.
"Uncle Fourteen, eat slowly. No one will snatch the food from you." After the meal, Dabao looked at Fourteen and reminded him.
General Fourteen chewed the mung bean cake with a bulging mouth, and it took him a while to swallow it: "I just learned this from you guys!"
Dabao: “…”
Sanbao: "Uncle Fourteen, this doesn't taste good either. Why are you still wolfing it down? Weren't you full just now?"
Fourteen: “…” I was just busy being angry, how could I remember to eat?
"Forget it, Uncle Fourteen, just eat mine." Sanbao glanced at Fourteen, put the small bag on his back on the ground with a painful look, opened the buttons and started searching.
Fourteen immediately came over: "What are these?"
Sanbao immediately covered his bag. "This is the mung bean cake that mother sent us. We also have some in Huangmafa. Sanbao missed mother so much that he couldn't bear to eat it. This mung bean cake tastes great. Give half to Uncle Fourteenth..."
As he spoke, he reluctantly took out one, broke it in half, compared it, and gave the smaller half to Fourteen. He immediately stuffed the rest into his mouth and held it there.
Fourteen: "...Thank you!"
He is a man after all, what does half a mung bean cake mean?
"He doesn't want to give it to me."
Just as Fourteen was rolling his eyes, half of the mung bean cake in front of him was taken away.
Glancing at Master Thirteen, Fourteenth gnashed his teeth and said, "Brother Thirteen, half a cake, do you want this?"
"Didn't you refuse to take it just now? Don't force yourself, I'll eat it for you."
Thirteen held the cake in his hand to prevent Fourteen from snatching it, and walked several meters away with his back to him.
fourteen:"......"
Look, what's going on!
"Hey, Sanbao, do you have any left? Your uncle Thirteenth took mine."
Sanbao immediately clutched the small bag tightly: "No more, no more, not a single bit left."
fourteen:"......"
Thirteen found a quiet place to sit down, looked at the mung bean cake in his hand again, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He appears calm on the surface, but those who know him probably know that he is not calm at the moment.
Thirteen tried desperately to control his trembling hands and slowly spread them out. A small piece of mung bean cake lay quietly in his palm, and because he carefully protected it, it was not crushed.
The white pastry is filled with light green bean paste, and it looks very ordinary.
As soon as he turned over, Thirteen's pupils shrank.
Sure enough, he was not mistaken. Under the mung bean paste, there was a layer of bright red juice.
Thirteen clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and put the medicine into his mouth.
"...It's...her craft."
During the years he was imprisoned, he had eaten this mung bean cake countless times. It was as familiar to him as eating and sleeping.
Thirteen would never admit his mistake. He was so excited that he almost crushed the mung bean cake. He took several deep breaths before calming down.
The juice on the bottom of this mung bean cake is made from hawthorn and rock sugar.
Other people’s mung bean cakes are all too sweet, but hers is different. She always brushes them with the thick, translucent juice boiled from hawthorns, and says that they taste sour and sweet.
Thirteen didn't really like eating, but at the time, trapped in the mansion with nothing else to eat, she had to force herself to eat. Later, she realized that even the mung bean cakes he barely ate were the ones she usually wouldn't eat, and she had spent so much effort to criticize him for making them.
Recalling his past absurdity, Thirteen's eyes became sore and he slapped himself in the face.
"Brother Thirteen! What's wrong with you? Even though you stole my cakes, you don't have to blame yourself so much. Why did you slap yourself?"
As soon as Fourteen arrived, he was shocked.
"I, I, I...I really don't blame you. Just eat it."
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