"Do I need to report to you when I come here?" Murong Qingli said with a cold face.
What do you mean he's here again?
What did Lady Sima mean by this? Was she disgusted by his frequent visits?
Of course, what made him even angrier was that Lady Sima had clearly promised him on the surface that she would not enter the kitchen and would behave herself.
As a result, not long after he left, Si Meiren sneaked into the kitchen and made quite a noise.
After finishing the job, he quickly destroyed all the evidence.
It also silenced the people around him.
If Murong Qingli hadn't been able to hear her inner voice, he would have thought that she was really as well-behaved and obedient as she appeared to be.
A normal person actually has two faces. Isn’t that infuriating?
"No, that's not what I meant."
"I just want to say that if Your Majesty could notify me in advance, I can prepare in advance."
"Hmph!" Murong Qingli snorted coldly, but suddenly thought about what happened before in his heart.
Feng Liuyu was appointed by him as the imperial envoy to go to Guozhou to deal with the drought.
Presumably, the prefect of Guozhou and his men had heard of this news a long time ago, so they made preparations in advance.
Feng Liuyu was unable to find any entry point or evidence for a while.
If we could send someone there quietly, we could catch those people off guard.
Will what you see and hear be different?
If we see and hear the truest situation, wouldn't it be easier to deal with the problem in a targeted manner?
As soon as this thought came to Murong Qingli, he felt it made more and more sense.
"Lady Si, why do you want to cook for yourself and invite the Empress Dowager to be your guest?" Murong Qingli asked.
He suddenly asked this question out of pure curiosity.
Si Muqiao, the daughter of a great general, actually likes to go into the kitchen?
I don’t know what she is thinking.
"Your Majesty, I want to cook for you myself because I love to eat."
"If I can cook delicious dishes, why would I be afraid of not being able to eat what I want?"
"And the Empress Dowager is an elder whom I respect. She is gentle and caring to me. She actually makes me feel like a grandmother."
"I would like to invite the Empress Dowager to come over and have a simple meal."
Murong Qingli understood most of what Si Muqiao said, whether true or false.
Simiren wants to cook by herself because she loves to eat and wants to master the cooking skills so that she can eat whatever she wants.
This logic seems to be correct.
But there is an imperial kitchen in the palace!
As a concubine in the harem, she could just ask for what she wanted to eat. Why would she go through so much trouble?
Murong Qingli was puzzled, so he asked the question out loud.
"Miss Si, I remember you praised the food in the imperial kitchen before."
"Yes, I do think the food in the imperial kitchen is delicious, but how does this conflict with my desire to learn how to cook?"
"If I can cook, I can make what I like according to my needs."
"Because when it comes to cooking, I am the one who cooks. I have the final say on how to cook, how to make, and how much to cook."
Of course, there is one point that Si Muqiao did not say explicitly.
The dog tyrant is so capricious. Who knows if he goes crazy one day and sends people to surround her cold palace again.
With a small kitchen, food and cooking skills, she was no longer panicked.
She even wished that the dog tyrant would lock her up in the cold palace.
In this way, she could just lie in the cold palace and do nothing, living a quiet life.
Anyway, she has confidence, food, sleep and entertainment.
"I understand." Murong Qingli nodded, then turned and left.
“???” Si Muqiao was completely confused.
She had absolutely no idea why the dog tyrant came to the cold palace?
Just to find out from her why she wanted to cook?
Or was he suspicious of her intention in inviting the Grand Empress Dowager over? So he came here specifically to test her?
Forget it, never mind, whatever happens.
Anyway, the dog tyrant has always been moody and hard to predict.
Not only was Si Muqiao confused, but Wei Zheng, who was following behind Murong Qingli, also felt dizzy.
What happened? Why didn't Your Majesty ask about the fire?
There was no mention of the white smoke rising from the cold palace.
Also, wasn’t Concubine Si causing trouble in the cold palace?
Why is there nothing wrong when I look over here now?
Moreover, she was sitting in the room practicing calligraphy seriously, and it was impossible to tell what was going on at all.
After arriving at the gate of the cold palace, Murong Qingli got on the sedan chair and left.
When he left, he frowned slightly and looked very serious.
Wei Zheng, who was kneeling there and watching His Majesty leave, felt very nervous.
Especially when he asked his colleagues, and then their colleagues described Si Muqiao's reaction to him, he began to doubt his life.
Could it be that he was really dazzled and saw it wrong before?
Ah, if that is true, then wouldn’t Your Majesty have been fooled by him and made a wasted trip?
What should I do? Will His Majesty punish him? Will he chop off his head?
So scared...
At this moment, Murong Qingli had already forgotten about Wei Zheng.
He is thinking about a problem.
Does he want to go to Guozhou in person?
Just don't tell anyone and suddenly appear in Guozhou.
He wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of people the prefect of Guozhou was like.
As soon as this idea appeared in Murong Qingli's mind, it quickly occupied Murong Qingli's thoughts.
In just a moment, he made up his mind and began to plan his secret trip in his mind.
If he wanted to go to Guozhou, he would definitely have to disappear for ten days or half a month.
During this time, let's use his illness as an excuse.
As for the memorials, they can be temporarily handed over to Prime Minister Xu, Zhao Song and Murong Che to handle.
Prime Minister Xu is a smooth and sophisticated person, Zhao Song is loyal and upright, and as for Murong Che...
His younger brother was a leisurely person who was not greedy for power, loved traveling and music.
That’s right, Murong Che is his younger brother who is five years younger than him. He is nineteen years old this year. He was conferred the title of prince by him and was also granted the Che Palace.
It's not that he didn't doubt Murong Che, but all the signs showed that Murong Che really had no interest in power.
He didn't like being constrained, and would go out for fun whenever he had nothing to do. He liked playing with a bunch of playboys in the capital the most, and he would hold poetry and cocktail parties from time to time.
Even the various errands he assigned to Murong Che were all rejected.
In order to express his attitude, Murong Che even refused the gift of fiefdom.
To be honest, he was not very sure he could convince Murong Che to assist Prime Minister Xu and Zhao Song in handling the memorials.
But no matter what, he must find a way to make Murong Che agree.
In addition, he also planned to bring Simian with him on this trip.
Humph, if we leave that damn woman in the palace, God knows what she will do.
It is better to keep an eye on it right under your nose.
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