Emperor Longqing originally planned to ask Zhao Hao to have lunch with him, but he found that he had overused his right arm and it was shaking so badly that he could not lift the chopsticks.

Besides, they didn't kill a donkey today, so he couldn't eat his favorite large intestine sashimi. So Weng Weng let Zhao Hao eat by himself and went in to rest first.

After coming to the palace so many times, Zhao Hao has lost interest in the imperial cuisine. Compared to the extremely delicious dishes, the food made by the imperial kitchen is just for show...it looks beautiful, but tastes very bland.

Meng Chong explained that if a dish was cooked too deliciously and the emperor liked it, wouldn't that make it easier for the assassin to poison it?

Therefore, for the sake of His Majesty's safety, the chefs in the imperial kitchen can only try their best to make the dishes a little more unpalatable.

Well, it's not a level issue.

After filling his stomach with a tasteless meal, Master Zhao stood up, thanked the emperor, and left for the warm room.

As soon as he came out of the Qianqing Palace, he saw Feng Bao's follower, the young eunuch, waiting for him anxiously.

As soon as he saw him coming out, the young eunuch rushed forward and cried, "Master Zhao, hurry up and put out the fire! The prince got mad, not only did he smash the projector, he also wanted my godfather to stew himself in an iron pot!"

"Oh?" Mr. Zhao was shocked.

As soon as he saw him coming out, the young eunuch rushed forward and cried, "Master Zhao, hurry up and put out the fire! The prince is furious. Not only did he smash the projector, he also wanted to kill my godfather!"

"Oh?" Master Zhao was greatly surprised, and thought to himself that he should not cause any big trouble, otherwise he would be in trouble.

He followed the eunuch to the Yikun Palace and asked what happened. It turned out that it was the Calabash Brothers that caused the trouble. The Crown Prince was very dissatisfied with the ending and went crazy. He smashed the machine but still had no place to vent his anger. He even asked Feng Bao to perform a show of stewing himself in an iron pot...

Zhao Hao sighed when he heard this. It turned out that sending razor blades was a bad habit since ancient times. Is it easy for creators from ancient times to the present? Not only do they earn little, but they also have to risk their lives.

However, thinking that a seven-year-old child would not be so cruel, Master Zhao bravely entered the Yiku Palace.

As soon as you enter the prince's bedroom, you will see a big pot set up in the yard. It is filled with water and firewood. Poor eunuch Feng is sitting huddled inside it, trying to coax the prince who is throwing a tantrum nearby.

"Don't listen, don't listen, you idiot, I'm going to stew you, who told you to talk nonsense!" Zhu Yijun's fat face was covered with tears and snot, and he said to the eunuch beside him: "What are you standing there for? Light the fire."

How could the little eunuch dare to do anything? Even though Eunuch Feng looked miserable now, he was the governor of the East Factory, the eunuch of the Imperial Horse Bureau, the chief eunuch of the Imperial Household Bureau, and the second-ranking ancestor of the Imperial Palace. It would only take a few minutes for him to crush them to death.

Just when I was at a loss as to what to do, I heard a loud cry.

"Leave someone in the pot!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was Master Zhao who had arrived.

When Feng Bao saw his savior coming, he quickly cried out, "Master Zhao, help me..."

Zhao Hao gave him a look that said, "I'm here, don't worry." He walked up to the little fat man in a purple robe, wearing a jade gourd on his head, and rubbing his feet on the ground. He squatted down and asked with a smile, "Your Highness, if you are not satisfied, please tell me. How are you going to watch cartoons after you smashed the projector?"

"I won't look at myself anymore. The gourd brothers have turned into mountains and are pressing the snake demon down. What are you still looking at?" The fat boy punched Zhao Hao on the chest with his little fist and said, "I'm so sad, woo woo..."

"Don't be anxious, Your Highness. Although "The Calabash Brothers" is over, there is still a sequel, "The Calabash Brothers". Your beloved Calabash Brothers are not dead, and they will combine into King Kong Calabash Brothers!" Zhao Hao was well prepared and threw out the sequel.

"King Kong Calabash Brothers?" The little fat boy sniffed. "What the hell is that?"

"Seven-in-one, upgraded version, full of functions, powerful, you deserve it." Mr. Zhao hurriedly promoted it: "You can see it in the July new show."

He thought the little fat boy would stop there, but the prince was stunned for a moment, then he rubbed his legs and cried, "I don't want any seven-in-one, I just want the seven children and the snake demon mother!"

"Huh?" Zhao Hao was stunned.

Feng Bao in the iron pot said with a bitter face: "The ending given by the young master is wrong. The prince hopes that the snake spirit and the seventh baby will refine the other six gourd babies, and then the mother and son will live happily together forever."

"Ah?" Zhao Hao thought to himself what was going on?

"Yes, who told you to paint the snake demon mother dead!" Zhu Yijun continued to throw a tantrum, "I don't care, I want Qi Wa to be with the snake demon mother!"

As he said this, he pointed at Feng Bao and accused him, "He actually said that snake spirits are bad monsters and should be used to make soup!"

"Ha..." Zhao Hao couldn't help but sweat. Is the prince bringing himself into the Seventh Child's group?

If you look closely, you will see that he is dressed exactly like Qi Wa...

But Eunuch Feng, you are from Hebei, and you are in a hurry to learn how to make snake soup from the Cantonese?

"A-choo, Mr. Zhao, please think of a solution quickly." Feng Bao pleaded with Zhao Hao pitifully, "Otherwise, we will have to make soup at home."

"Alas..." Young Master Zhao had no choice but to put aside the moral integrity that was already rare for an artist, and slapped his forehead with a dry laugh, saying, "This matter is my fault for not explaining it clearly to the prince. In "The Calabash Brothers", the snake spirit's younger sister, the green snake spirit, would come to save her. The green snake spirit was named Xiaoqing, and she held two swords..."

"I don't want the green snake spirit, I want Qiwa to save the snake spirit mother!" Zhu Yijun shook his head and still refused.

"I haven't finished yet. Under Xiaoqing's scolding, Qi Wa suddenly repented and decided to find the magic axe to split the mountain to save his mother..." Fortunately, Mr. Zhao has watched a lot of movies and has a good ability to integrate plots. He hurriedly made up: "So he, accompanied by a monkey, a dog and a pheasant, went through 81 difficulties and finally collected seven dragon balls and summoned the dragon. The dragon took out three axes and asked him if he lost the golden axe, the silver axe or the iron axe... In the end, Qi Wa got the magic axe and chopped down the Leifeng Pagoda. Oh no, he split the Seven-Colored Mountain and finally rescued his dear snake mother."

"This is good, this is good!" The prince finally burst into laughter, jumped up and clapped his hands, saying: "This story is great, I want to watch this movie!"

"No problem." Zhao Hao wiped his sweat secretly and said to himself, I'm sorry, my friends who are the original authors, it's all for the children.

"Oh, by the way, put shoes on Qi Wa and get him some decent clothes." Zhu Yijun made another suggestion: "Don't just put on a small jacket that you can't button up. It will be so cold if your breasts are exposed!"

"No problem, no problem. We just didn't think it through." Zhao Hao quickly agreed, "I'll put the golden holy clothes on Qiwa..."

"What is that? Armor?" the little fat man asked curiously.

"That's about right." Zhao Hao smiled awkwardly, then pointed at the big iron pot and said, "Can we get Eunuch Feng out of the pot now? It's soaked through!"

Zhu Yijun's plot requirements were met, so he calmed down and ordered: "Pull out the big man."

Eunuch Feng, who was soaked like a drowned rat, sneezed repeatedly, but still had to force a smile and keep thanking the emperor.

Zhao Hao couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Feng Bao, thinking, no job is easy...

~~

Zhao Hao used the excuse that the projector was broken and the new July episode had to be postponed for a month, in order to teach the prince not to smash things when he lost his temper.

Especially don't smash your own things.

Besides, even if you don’t have to draw it yourself, writing the script yourself takes time!

He also made a promise with the prince not to lose his temper during this period, and to take special care of Feng Daban'er, otherwise the schedule would have to be postponed. Feng Bao was so moved that he cried, thinking that Master Zhao was really considerate.

Second only to my uncle...

Only after calming down the fat boy with great difficulty did Zhao Hao manage to escape from the palace.

As soon as he returned home, his grandfather told him that Mr. Zhang had sent an invitation.

"Oh, you're back." Zhao Hao picked up the invitation on the table and saw that it was Zhang Juzheng inviting him to come to his house for tea the next morning.

"The imperial examination is over, why is he still staying on the mountain?" Zhao Liben sneered and said, "I didn't realize before that our 'unique minister' Zhang is actually a cunning man who can change his ways."

"Grandpa, don't always think the worst of people." Zhao Hao, however, in the spirit of 'my idol abuses me a thousand times, I will treat my idol like my first love', said happily: "Mr. Zhang also values ​​me, he invited me to tea as soon as he came back."

"Hahaha, don't pretend to be ignorant here." Zhao Liben scolded with a smile: "After the result of the court discussion came out, Zhang Taiyue must have regretted it. He will have to apologize to you tomorrow. When has Zhang Taiyue ever apologized to anyone? This is called stealing a chicken but losing the rice."

"This just shows that Mr. Zhang is responsible and magnanimous." Zhao Hao said happily.

"You don't really think of him as your father-in-law, do you?" Zhao Liben looked at Zhao Hao strangely and said, "What a jerk."

"Grandpa, don't get me wrong. I just admire Mr. Zhang, that's all." Zhao Hao hurriedly explained.

"Oh." Zhao Liben curled his lips, obviously not believing it.

~~

As the sky darkened, a carrier pigeon, after a long flight, landed tiredly in the pigeon house in the backyard of Hengtongji Head Office in Huai'an Prefecture.

The servant who looked after the pigeon house quickly removed the bamboo tube from the pigeon's leg and quickly delivered it to the room of the chief shopkeeper.

In the room, Song Xiaoming, the chief manager of Hengtongji, was playing chess with Chen Wangmo, the Earl of Pingjiang.

Song Xiaoming took the bamboo tube handed to him by the servant, broke the wax seal, and took out the secret letter inside.

After the servant left, Song Xiaoming took out a copy of "Zheng Zi Tong" and looked for the designated words according to the secret code, writing down each word he found.

What was written on the paper was the result of the court meeting the day before!

"It's even." Chen Wangmo, who had been leaning forward, sat back down with a dull look on his face. "It cost three hundred thousand taels just to bribe Lao Xi'er, and this is the result?"

"The strength of Jiangnan Group is far beyond our imagination. If the officials from Shanxi and Huguang had not voted for us, we would have lost this time." Song Xiaoming could see more information between the lines. He paused and wrote the last few words.

"And Yang Sihe gave us a piece of news. Zhao Hao wants to make peace with Gao Xinzheng..."

"Ah?" Chen Wangmo said with a shudder, "If we let them wear the same pants, how can we survive?!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Song Xiaoming's wrist and said urgently, "No more hesitation, do it!"

"Don't worry, Gao Gong won't be back in a day or two." Song Xiaoming shook his head and said, "Wait until Park Chengxing is ready, and then we can strike together to achieve the best results!"

"Alas." Chen Wangmo then let go of his hand, exhaled and said: "You are really patient!"

"How can you accomplish anything if you can't keep your cool?" Song Xiaoming smiled faintly, took a step forward and said, "Fuck, General!"

p.s. There are only two chapters today. I will get up early tomorrow to write them.