Wang Houde said cheerfully, "it's delivered. My mother likes it very much. I also asked the servant to say thank you for her."

Gu linchao paused and pursed his lips, "that's good."

He was suddenly curious about what Wang Houde gave to Wen.

"What did you give?" he asked casually.

Wang Houde said as if he were a family treasure: "the slaves chose the best things in the warehouse, including a top for giving away Zi Guanyin, a set of head jewelry, some spices and two pieces of superior cloth..."

"Send son Guanyin?" Gu linchao twitched in the corners of his eyes and crossed the haze between his eyebrows. "Who asked you to send this kind of thing?"

Wang Houde was stunned and replied, "it's the master you said. Let the slave choose the best one to send. This son Guanyin is carved from a whole piece of jade. It's very valuable, and my mother likes it very much."

"The princess likes it very much?" Gu linchao was stunned.

"Really, as soon as the empress saw the sending son Guanyin, she couldn't wait to hold it in her arms. When the slave left, she didn't give up. Isn't that what she likes very much?"

Gu linchao: "

As a little girl, would Wen like to send her son Guanyin?

Doesn't she know the moral?

Or is she

Gu linchao thought of the soft waist he touched in the afternoon, and his lips were suddenly dry.

She likes children? She wants to

"Pa!"

The brush in his hand suddenly broke in two.

Wang Houde looked at him in surprise. Master, what's the matter? How did you break the brush?

"Master?" he looked at him in disbelief. Was it because he sent the wrong thing to his mother that the master was so angry that he broke all the pens?

After looking at the broken pen in his hand, Gu linchao burned his face and ordered, "pour tea." he paused and added, "it's cool."

Seeing that he had no sign of anger, Wang Houde hurried to bring a cup of herbal tea.

After drinking herbal tea, Gu linchao felt better, but he couldn't calm down to deal with government affairs. He simply went back to Xiyuan to bathe and go to bed.

However, he didn't sleep well that night.

I don't know if it's the relationship between Ginseng and soup. He feels that his body is very restless. This is a feeling he's never had before. Moreover, he keeps flashing in his mind the waist he touched during the day

The next day.

Wen got up early and took Lvqiao to the morning market. She finally got a little hen.

She is going to cook ginseng chicken soup for Gu linchao.

He is so generous to her that she can't be stingy to him.

She took the chicken back to the house and let the cook kill it.

After the little hen was killed, she began to stew.

This time she decided to simmer longer so that the essence of ginseng can be stewed.

However, towards noon, the Empress Dowager suddenly sent mother Zeng out of the palace to pick her up.

"But the Lord hasn't come back yet. Don't you wait for him?" she asked.

Mother Zeng said with a smile, "the prince is busy every day. She doesn't have so much free time. The Empress Dowager doesn't want to disturb him. She just asks the old slave to take her into the palace. The Empress Dowager wants to go into the palace to relieve her boredom."

Wen Zhenzhen likes the Empress Dowager very much. Naturally, she is willing to go to the palace to accompany her old man, but what about the ginseng soup still stewing on her stove?

Thinking, she had to leave Lvqiao, "when the Lord comes back, remember to bring the ginseng soup to the Lord."

"I remember," said green Qiao respectfully.

Wen Zhenzhen put down his heart, "mother Zeng, let's go."