"Yes, I do!" Chen Qingxuan looked at Zhong Mingwei's serious face and said that something was wrong. He quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand, and then he was so busy that he took the paper and pen from the desk table and respectfully said to Zhong Mingwei, "long live, please tell me."

"It's all right to be on the throne, but I have to be more magnificent than the former Jiali." Zhong continued, "first of all, officials from other places don't have to come to the throne, but all those above the three must come to the Queen's ceremony, and everyone has to write a poem, Praise the queen. Second, the Phoenix robe and the Phoenix crown are more important than before... "

"Zhong Mingwei! Can you say something serious? " Meiya suddenly cut off Zhong Mingwei's words with a red face, and stared at Zhong Mingwei with shame and embarrassment, "what are you talking about? Like what the emperor should say?! I just said that everything should be simplified when I ascended the throne. Now I'm going to be extravagant again! "

"What's wrong with me? I'm serious in every sentence, "Zhong Mingwei frowned, saying that Meiya was hurting silver again. He explained to her quickly," where is extravagance? Girl, just think about it. In any case, all the money saved in the ceremony can be used in your post feudalism Jiali. If it's not enough, don't we still have a private bank? "

"Is it easy for me to save such a small amount of private money? How can you afford to spend so much? " Meiya continued to stare at him, "I don't care. Jiali must be as simple as the ceremony of ascending the throne. Otherwise, I I will not be the queen! Think for yourself! "

Chen Qingxuan looked at Meiya and Zhong Mingwei. At last, he cast his eyes on the paper with several drops of ink. Then he put down his brush silently and said with a smile to the two people, "I'll discuss this matter without waiting for you to discuss it with my wife."

"Hum! Who will discuss with him?! I'm a fool! " Meiya gave Zhong Mingwei a white look and twisted her face in a huff.

"Pull down!" Zhong Mingwei also put down his face, but also turned his back to go, "love how how how how!"

"I'll leave first." Chen Qingxuan listens to Zhong Mingwei's anger, and his mouth is full of scum. He immediately wants to leave, but he doesn't want to stay to help Zhong Mingwei and Meiya. After Zhong Mingwei and Meiya have been together for a long time, he has figured out. The other two are bed heads fighting and bed ends fighting. They are two at this moment, and they are like cockfights, and they can stick to each other like brown sugar Block, he doesn't want to stay to see them turn into brown sugar again, although the big master makes the pot meat taste really good

"Mr. Chen! Wait! " Suddenly, Meiya calls Chen Qingxuan.

"Madam, what else can I do for you?" Chen Qingxuan was so busy that he stopped and turned around.

"Take the pot and baorou back. Brother Kong must not have lunch. Just take it back to eat with him," Meiya said, taking the food box neatly and putting the pot and baorou in it. Looking at Zhong Mingwei's shape, she glanced at the table casually. She couldn't help but hook her lips, and then put the pickled vegetable and the bone in the casserole In the food box, as expected, Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitches, and Meiya's heart is about to blossom, but she can't bear to laugh. She covers the food box and carries it to Chen Qingxuan, saying, "OK, go."

"Yes, thank you very much, madam!" Chen Qingxuan is so busy that he has to carry the food box down.

For a while, there was only Zhong Mingwei and Meiya left in the imperial study. Their backs were facing their faces, but they didn't care who they were. For a while, Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth in a sour way: "just now, Baba said that he made these two dishes specially for me. That's good. He gave them to the sour scholar. I haven't eaten two, hum..."