Chapter 549

"Get up," Zhong Zhiheng nodded, raised his foot and crossed the threshold, and said casually, "has the Queen Mother eaten?"

"Long live, the kitchen is just ready for dinner. The empress heard that long live is here. Please come in and have dinner together." Biqiao said with a smile.

"It happened that I also wanted to come to the Empress Dowager for a meal," Zhong Zhiheng hooked his lips and walked slowly into the hall. "Empress mother, my son has come to you for a meal."

"It's rare today," said the empress dowager, rising from the soft couch with a smile, putting down the Buddhist beads in her hand, walking to zhongzhiheng, straightening out the sachet and jade pendant tied on zhongzhiheng's waist, and then walking towards the side hall with zhongzhiheng's hand. "I haven't had a meal with you for a long time. Today, you have to talk with the mourner more."

"Yes, my son also wants to accompany his mother," said Zhong Zhiheng. As he sat down with the empress dowager, he handed the Empress Dowager a bowl of silverfish and water shield soup and put it in front of her, saying, "it's time to eat silverfish and water shield dishes. You can taste them."

Empress Dowager loves two dishes most in her life, one is silverfish and water shield soup, the other is grilled yellow sheep, silver fish and water shield in spring and autumn. Over the years, Zhong Zhiheng and Xi Wang have both declined, and the two brothers have kept this tacit understanding.

"It's delicious," the Empress Dowager said repeatedly as she stirred the silverfish and water shield soup in the bowl. "It's just to get to the silverfish and water shield soup, I don't know how many horses are going to kill and how many people are tired. It's extravagant."

Brasenia only grows in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and silverfish is not the product of the capital. These two are the most inconvenient to store and can only eat fresh. Therefore, for this silverfish and Brasenia soup, a lot of human and material resources are consumed every year, so-called mountain delicacies, but so on.

"As long as the mother loves to eat, and talks about how many horses to die, and how many people to die?" As Zhong Zhiheng said, he also filled a bowl and drank it slowly.

But the Empress Dowager couldn't drink any more. She put down her bowl and looked at Zhong Zhiheng. After a while, she asked, "what's the matter with the emperor?"

"No," Zhong Zhiheng also put down the bowl in his hand, took the pad from Biqiao's hand and wiped his mouth gently, while looking at the empress dowager, he said lightly, "that is, the king of Pingxi is coming back, and his son specially came to say to his mother."

"What, what? Is ling'er going back to Beijing? " The Empress Dowager was immediately stunned, and then there was a slight convulsion in the corner of her mouth. She was the most dignified and dignified woman ever. At this time, she could not conceal her excitement. "Is he really coming back?"

King Pingxi is known as Zhong Zhiling.

Zhong Zhiheng looked at the Empress Dowager's hand tightly holding the chopsticks, and when he spoke again, his voice became even fainter: "yes, the 70th birthday of the Empress Dowager will be here. This year, King Pingxi wants to come back to pay her respects."

"The boy, at last..." The Empress Dowager couldn't hide her excitement. She didn't see her little son for decades. Her eyes were red for a while. She was so busy that she took a breath and looked at Zhong Zhiheng at the same time

"At the beginning of July," Zhong Zhiheng said in a slow voice, looking at the thick silverfish and water shield soup, while in a cold voice, "it should be able to arrive before siyao's memorial day."

The Empress Dowager's face suddenly froze, and the smile on the corner of her mouth suddenly disappeared. She looked at Zhong Zhiheng's indifferent face, and her lips trembled for several times, as if to say something, but she still didn't say it.

"The mother must be thinking of her seventh brother, right?" In silence, Zhong Zhiheng looked at the Empress Dowager with his eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly raised, and he pulled out a faint smile. "It must have been years since I saw her."

"Yes, I haven't seen you for years," the Empress Dowager nodded, sipped her lips, and added, "like the emperor, the mourner is reading Pingxi Wang."

"Is it?" Zhong Zhiheng laughed even more. He left his pad on the table and walked out as soon as he got up.

"To the emperor, my maidservant!" Bijo was busy with the salute.

"Biqiao," the Empress Dowager sat in a daze. After a while, she finally opened her mouth. She looked at Biqiao with a look of panic. "Do you think the emperor will do something to Laoqi

"No, you worry too much, Queen!" Biqiao was so busy that he supported the Empress Dowager's back and comforted him. "King Pingxi is the pillar of the great Zhou Dynasty. He has been Garrisoning the northern border for decades. With him, the Turks dare not break the border. He always has a bad heart for King Pingxi, but he dare not start easily. Surely the northwest army only listens to King Pingxi's orders. If King Pingxi returns to Beijing What's wrong with you? Is the northern part of the Zhou Dynasty out of order? Long live is not a fool. Empress dowager, please put your heart in your stomach! "