The Emperor was kissed by the Regent and cried again

"Isn't it?" Fried noodles are just normal noodles, how could they be hard to swallow? Without waiting for Chu Beixiao to answer, Shen Jingli paid the money and left.

"Don't! Go! First!" Chu Beixiao yelled.

Shen Jingli turned around and saw him pushing the stall owner away and starting to tinker with it skillfully...

……

Soon, a plate of fried noodles was ready. It was bright in color and looked very appetizing.

Chu Beixiao picked up the small bowl and scooped some out, handing it to Shen Jingli, "Eat."

"Oh." Shen Jingli took a bite and his pupils dilated. It was so fragrant and chewy. The texture of the noodles was completely different from what the stall owner had just made.

Qian Mangui also tried it and exclaimed: "It's a unique way to treat facial skin."

The boss was not convinced and tried it too. After eating it, he nodded repeatedly and showed an approval look on his face.

No wonder he said the noodles he made were bad after just one bite. It turned out that the other party’s cooking skills were amazing. The boss immediately returned the three cents to Shen Jingli.

Shen Jingli took the money and was about to leave, but after taking a few steps, Chu Beixiao called him, "Little dwarf, I have something to tell you."

Shen Jingli waved his hand without even turning his head, "I'm busy lately, let's do it another day."

On the way to the Dali Temple, Shen Jingli kept urging Qian Mangui to walk faster, but he still walked slowly.

"Brother Qian, you have a life-or-death relationship with the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple. I think your relationship should be extraordinary. He must be your good brother, right?"

"Yes..."

Shen Jingli was delighted, "Then he should give you a favor and actively participate in rescuing the village chief, right?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem..."

"Then I'll have a clue in my mind."

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Inside Dali Temple.

There was silence at the table...

A middle-aged woman in gorgeous clothes was carefully serving food to Wang Hongyang, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

"Master, Shi'er has realized his mistake. Let him come to the table and eat."

"Hmph, you still have the nerve to eat? Kneel down and don't move."

Wang Yongshi, kneeling on the ground, gritted his teeth and winked at Li Qingqiong.

"Master, this matter is all my fault for not raising my son properly. I will kneel down with Shi'er."

After saying that, Li Qingqiong was about to kneel down, but Wang Hongyang slammed the table and shouted, "Nonsense!"

Li Qingqiong sat back in the chair and covered her face and cried, "Master..."

Before she finished her words, a servant came hurriedly to report: "Master, the emperor and Qian Mangui came to visit unexpectedly, saying that they have something to ask you."

Wang Hongyang put down his bowl and chopsticks, looking serious, "Is the money expensive?"

Why are they here in broad daylight?

One is a puppet emperor who has an unclear relationship with Qin Yejue, and the other is a lustful man with a business mind.

He didn't want to have anything to do with either of these two people.

"Yes, sir, the two are already in the lobby now."

"I understand. You can leave now." Wang Hongyang put down his chopsticks and prepared to go to the hall.

Hearing that the emperor was coming, Wang Yongshi, who was kneeling on the ground, said disdainfully, "Father, I heard that the emperor is quite good-looking and has recently hooked up with the regent. I wonder if his true appearance is as rumored..."

"Shut up! Do you think your life is too long?" Wang Hong's stylish beard was trembling. He had been cautious all his life, so how could he have given birth to such an outspoken playboy?

Wang Yongshi became even more interested. "Dad, he is just a puppet. Even if he is with the regent, what is there to be afraid of? I really can't stand your cowardly look."

Wang Hongyang's body trembled slightly, and he roared, "Someone! Lock this rebellious son into the ancestral hall immediately. He is not allowed to come out without my permission!"

Wang Yongshi said anxiously, "Dad! I was just joking. I won't dare to do it again."

"Master..." Li Qingqiong was about to plead for mercy when Wang Hongyang interrupted her, "My words are useless! Huh? Drag him away!"

After that, two servants quickly took Wang Yongshi away. Li Qingqiong wanted to plead for mercy again, but Wang Hongyang threatened her first: "If Madam pleads again, you will kneel down with me."

Li Qingqiong shut up tactfully, but she was heartbroken for her child and could only wipe away her tears silently. Wang Hongyang was really troubled by this scene: "What are you still standing there for? Send the lady back to Tongxinxuan."

"Yes." Li Qingqiong was helped away by the maids, and Wang Hongyang then walked towards the lobby.

……

Seeing Shen Jingli, Wang Hongyang was quite polite and bowed, "Your humble servant greets the emperor. Long live the emperor."

"My dear minister, please stand up. I am leaving the palace in plain clothes now. You don't have to be restrained."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wang Hongyang glanced at Qian Mangui out of the corner of his eye and chose to ignore him.

Qian Mangui gritted his teeth and greeted, "Xiao Wang, long time no see, is everything okay?"

Wang Hongyang acted as if he didn't hear anything and ignored Qian Mangui again. The atmosphere was very wrong. Shen Jingli looked at Qian Mangui with a puzzled look.

Qian Mangui avoided her gaze and muttered quietly, "Hey...it seems that he still hasn't let it go."

"Relieve what?"

Qian Mangui scratched his face in embarrassment, "It's about Qian marrying his sweetheart."

"What?! You stole my love? You beast?"

Qian Mangui whispered, "Don't be so loud... It was her crush who took the initiative. Hey! Qian was also tricked by her. I am the victim."

Shen Jingli covered his heart and asked, "Didn't you say that your relationship is extraordinary and worth your life? Why are you still making false propaganda?"

"Before that incident, we were as close as brothers, so close that we could wear the same underwear. But when that happened, he wanted to chop off my hands and feet. Don't be fooled by his gentle appearance. When he was young, he chased me for five blocks with a kitchen knife."

"Isn't this an extraordinary relationship? Isn't this a life-and-death friendship?"

Shen Jingli grabbed the handrail and asked anxiously: "...I asked you before whether he would actively participate in rescuing the village chief because of your relationship. Didn't you say that it was not a big problem? Isn't this false propaganda?"

"It's not a big problem, but Qian didn't finish his words. Although it's not a big problem, it's not small either."

"6"

……

The two of them whispered for a long time, and some of the words naturally reached Wang Hongyang's ears. He was so angry that his beard stood up straight, and he slammed the table hard, "Someone come! Bring tea."

The maids served tea in an orderly manner and in one go. Soon, there were only three people left in the hall.

But the lobby was surprisingly quiet...

Wang Hongyang was just sipping his tea, with no intention of speaking, and he didn't even want to know why they came.

"What should I do? I don't even know how to start."

Originally, they thought that Qian Mangui and the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple had a life-or-death friendship, and based on this friendship, the three of them could find the fastest way to abolish the law.

Unexpectedly, their friendship is not just about life and death, but life and death!

Shen Jingli's face was filled with sorrow and he looked very depressed. "It's good enough that he doesn't trip me up now."

Qian Mangui leaned close to Shen Jingli's ear and said, "He is a very rigid person. He will not implicate you because of Qian. Don't worry."

"I thank you, and I thank your whole family."

Qian Mangui laughed happily: "You're welcome. Qian's whole family won't be polite."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The lobby returned to a quiet atmosphere.

Wang Hongyang did not see the guest off nor did he intend to speak. Qian Mangui just yawned and did not speak. Shen Jingli gushed back his tea, not knowing how to start the conversation.