Princess Fubao brought trillions of goods to help her father rule the world

Xiao Heng snorted coldly, walked over and sat down beside Jiang Wanqing.

Only then did he raise his eyes and glance at Concubine Jin, humph!

They just know how to compete with him for the queen every day, and they come to Fengyi Palace with flattering mouths every day to eat for free!

After so much anticipation for summer to arrive, they finally no longer had to come to Fengyi Palace to pay their respects every day.

They have just been quiet for two days and now they are gathering together in Fengyi Palace again. What are they doing?

Still want to be buried with the queen? You wish!

When we build the imperial mausoleum in the future, we must move Concubine Jin far away!

"I want to eat too!" Xiao Heng turned around and pulled Jiang Wanqing's sleeve, a look of grievance flashing across his face.

He just looked carefully and there was no bowl or chopsticks prepared for him on the table!

If he doesn't pretend to be wronged, there will be no place for him in Fengyi Palace in the future...

Jiang Wanqing nodded helplessly: "Okay, okay, all is up to you, Your Majesty! I'll have someone make you another portion! Imperial Concubine, please sit down and eat~"

After Jiang Wanqing gave the order, Concubine Jin sat down and carefully put the cold noodles into her mouth.

She would secretly glance at Xiao Heng from time to time, and her look made Xiao Heng so angry that he sneered out loud.

Humph! Who are you pretending to be so aggrieved for?

"Your Majesty, what are you doing? You scared them. If you don't want to stay in Fengyi Palace, go back to the Imperial Study!"

Jiang Wanqing expressed her dissatisfaction. It was not easy for Fengyi Palace to become a little lively, and she didn't want Xiao Heng to ruin the atmosphere.

Didn’t you see that Concubine Xiang’s face had turned pale with fright?

Even though Xiao Heng felt aggrieved when his wife gently scolded him, he still adjusted his expression slightly.

"Where's Zhuzhu? She hasn't come back yet?" Xiao Heng asked belatedly.

Today, my little girl was borrowed away by a minister in the court. It's already noon, and she hasn't returned to the palace yet?

It would have been fine if he didn't say anything, but once he said it, Jiang Wanqing felt a little angry.

She had a gentle smile on her face, but her slender hands, out of sight of anyone, were pinching the soft flesh around Xiao Heng's waist.

She felt extremely distressed because her little girl was so tired these past two days. Every day when she came back from outside the palace, she couldn't even finish her dinner and was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes.

How can the little girl's body bear it if this goes on for a long time?

"Your Majesty, if this happens again in the future, I will let Zhuzhu leave the palace for one hour every day! Then I will send someone to pick her up!"

Xiao Heng could naturally hear that his wife was unhappy, so he quickly spoke up to comfort her: "Qing'er, it's all my fault! I will definitely reprimand them when I go to court tomorrow!"

What about the censors who always died for their remonstrances?

Now the little girl is busier than a donkey, why doesn't he die in protest?

"A-choo!" Censor Liu rubbed the tip of his nose.

Did you catch a cold last night? That shouldn't be the case. It's summer now. It's impossible!

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and looked at the little girl who was sitting obediently eating chicken porridge with a smile.

"Eat more, little princess. I still have several chickens in my house! If it's not enough, kill a few more and make porridge for you!"

The more Censor Liu looked at the little girl, the more he loved her, as if he was afraid that she wasn't eating enough.

Hehe, he had known that the Prime Minister was taking the little princess back to the mansion to discuss matters, so he waited at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion for a long time!

After waiting for a whole morning, his hard work paid off and he finally succeeded in waiting for the little princess at noon.

After his persuasion, the little princess agreed to come to the mansion for dinner.

Tsk tsk tsk, the Prime Minister is too stingy.

The princess is so busy that she can't even get a single bite of food in the prime minister's residence!

The more Censor Liu thought about it, the angrier he got. Tomorrow he would go and impeach the Prime Minister!

He was wrong. When Naitian was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, her mouth was always busy. She ate and took many snacks!

I wanted to go back to the palace to play with my sixth brother for a while to help digest the food.

However, he did not expect that as soon as he left the Prime Minister's Mansion, he would run into Censor Liu squatting on the side of the road in a stealthy manner.

She originally wanted to say hello and leave, but who would have thought that she would be deceived by Censor Liu and come to his house to drink chicken porridge.

Naituan now had a look of wanting to cry but having no tears. She had finally finished a bowl of porridge and her belly was already round.

Just when he was about to say that he was full, he didn't expect that before he could say a word, the bowl was quickly snatched away by Censor Liu, who filled it with another bowl of shredded chicken porridge.

Milk ball scratches his head with his chubby little hands. What should the minister do if he can’t handle it because he is too enthusiastic?

It’s a rush to wait online!

Naituan had a worried look on his face. He thought for a long time before speaking: "Uncle Liu, Zhuzhu is full! Her stomach is already rumbling!"

Afraid that Censor Liu wouldn't believe her, she gently patted her round belly.

Censor Liu looked at the little princess in astonishment, his eyes full of sympathy and heartache.

The damn prime minister and the six ministers borrow the little princess every day, but they don’t even feed the child properly!

Look! The little princess's stomach has shrunk due to hunger!

She was full after just a small bowl of porridge. How could the princess' body withstand this for a long time?

A crystal tear fell from Censor Liu's eyes. He was afraid that the little princess would see it, so he hurriedly raised his hand to wipe away the tears.

"Princess, if you can't eat, then don't eat! I'll have someone catch those chickens. If you want to eat porridge, then tell them to kill them and cook it for you!"

When Censor Liu spoke, he deliberately lowered his voice, for fear of scaring the little princess and leaving her with a trauma.

Naitian finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Censor Liu would not force her to finish the porridge.

"Uncle Liu, we don't want the chicken anymore! You can keep it for yourself. Did you forget? Zhuzhu will change!"

But Censor Liu was not in a position to listen. His mind and eyes were filled with thoughts about the little princess suffering in the Prime Minister's Mansion and the six ministries.

Soon, the servant caught the chicken, placed it respectfully on the ground and then left.

Naitian looked at Censor Liu with expectant eyes, as if if she didn't agree to accept the chicken, Censor Liu would cry the next moment.

She shook her head helplessly. It seems that being too popular is also a worrying thing.

Xiao Baozhu waved her hand and collected the chickens on the ground into the space.

When Censor Liu saw this, a smile appeared on his face.

Naituan blinked his big eyes, thought for a while, and then took out a few sheep, ducks and a quacking goose from the space.

Fearing that these things were not enough, she added ten big carps.

"Uncle Liu, my father and mother always taught me not to take other people's things at will. These are gifts for you."

Just as Censor Liu was about to speak, he was pecked on the butt by the cackle of the goose.

It took all his strength to stifle the scream that was about to come out of his mouth.

Censor Liu grabbed the goose by the neck and forced a smile on his red face.

"Thank you, Princess!"

He couldn't refuse the princess's reward, so he kept her in the mansion and took good care of her. When he got the chance again, he would steal the little princess into the mansion and cook some delicious meals for her!

Naituan smiled and waved his hand: "Uncle Yushi, let's go~"

After saying that, she stretched out her arms towards Biyue who was standing beside her.

"Your Highness the Princess is seeing me off!"

...

Naituan was lying on the carriage with his arms and legs spread out, rubbing his round belly and mumbling: "Aunt Biyue, when will you learn to ride a tricycle?"