In my previous life, I actually regarded slag Gong as a treasure!

Zhao Minghong felt that Jiang Luan was losing his temper with himself.

He did have his own attention.

However, if he thought that this would mean that he would treat him the same way as before, then he was wrong.

It's just a little thing, because I pampered him too much before and forgot his own duty.

Soon, Zhao Minghong put this matter behind him.

In a blink of an eye, six days later.

This day is King Yu's birthday.

Princes, nobles and courtiers will come to congratulate King Yu on his birthday.

After the birthday banquet, the guests left one after another, leaving only a large pile of presents.

Song Zhiyu and Qin Su stayed to help King Yu sort out birthday gifts.

In fact, what King Yu cared about was not gifts, but the current situation in the court.

Today, the ones who are most likely to be crowned princes are Yu Wang Zhao Minghong and Jin Wang Zhao Zhi.

Zhao Minghong's mother is the emperor's favorite concubine, and her mother's family is powerful.

Zhao Zhi's mother is the late queen, and has an uncle who is a general of the state.

Therefore, the courtiers were also divided into two factions.

One faction is Yuwang faction, and the other is Jinwang faction.

And this gift-giving is also particular, if it exceeds the general specification, it is a gesture of favor to King Yu, if it is the general specification, it is likely to be a member of King Jin.

Song Zhiyu and Qin Su counted for an hour before finishing counting.

"The gift from Mr. Meng is actually a golden silk armor. This is a treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Meng family. It's really generous." Qin Su couldn't help but said.

Song Zhiyu smiled: "Back then, Mr. Meng was living abroad for two years. General Meng always felt ashamed of him, so he loved him very much. Whatever Mr. Meng wanted, General Meng would naturally give it to him. Now, Mr. Meng is the prince's puppet brother, and with The lord eats and lives with the lord, so General Meng is naturally on the lord's side."

Zhao Zhu has the Great General Zhen Guo, and their King Yu has General Meng, who is stronger. From this point of view, their King Yu is slightly better.

"Zhiyu, what do you think Jiang Luan will give?" Qin Su suddenly thought of a question.

Song Zhiyu couldn't help laughing: "Jiang Luan's gift is the most interesting. Every year, I give the prince a pair of shoes with different styles, but they are all dead. I don't know what I will give this time."

Qin Su also wanted to laugh.

Sure enough, he was born as an inferior person, and after following the prince for so long, he still can't change his pettiness. No wonder the prince is getting more and more alienated from him.

Only Zhao Minghong knew that this shoe actually had a history.

On the battlefield that year, Jiang Luan accompanied Zhao Minghong to the battlefield. Once, he encountered a big battle, and when it was over, Zhao Minghong's feet were rotten.

Zhao Minghong smiled wryly and said: "The feet have become like this, and there will be no shoes to wear in the future."

Jiang Luan was treating his wound, and when he heard this, tears flowed down his face.

"In the future, I will make shoes for you."

Later, Zhao Minghong's foot was cured, so what he said at the beginning was also regarded as a joke.

What he didn't expect was that Jiang Luan took it seriously and made shoes by himself every year and gave them to him on his birthday every year.

Zhao Minghong naturally didn't wear it.

Once, Song Zhiyu used those shoes to humiliate Jiang Luan, saying that his gift was too shabby and not worthy of the prince.

Jiang looked at Zhao Minghong in confusion, but Zhao Minghong remained silent.

Jiang Luan had an aggrieved expression, but stubbornly gave away the shoes.

Today, Zhao Minghong couldn't help being a little curious when he heard the conversation between Song Zhiyu and Qin Su.

Song Zhiyu looked through the gifts, and then came to a conclusion, a little dumbfounded.

"Jiang Luan didn't send anything."

Zhao Minghong's expression couldn't help changing.

In the past, Zhao Minghong would never wear Jiang if he gave it away indiscriminately.

He didn't care if Jiang Luan gave it away, but if Jiang Luan didn't give it away, he always felt that something was missing.

"Jiang Luan finally has self-knowledge, knowing that this shoe won't be on the table?" Song Zhiyu couldn't help asking.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Minghong, and found that Zhao Minghong's face was even uglier.

Shouldn't the prince be happy?

Qin Su looked at Zhao Minghong's face, as if he realized something, but didn't say anything, but took Song Zhiyu away.

Sitting there, Zhao Minghong stared at the mountain-like gifts in front of him, feeling a little weird in his heart.

If it was said that it was because Meng Zehe was angry with him before, but why should he not even give gifts on his birthday?

Jiang Luan...what happened to him?

Zhao Minghong suddenly thought of Jiang Luan's words.

"Don't you think I'm bored? Then I'll stay away from you in the future."

Zhao Minghong suddenly felt some palpitations, suffocation of breath, and a feeling of panic.

Could it be that Jiang Luan is not angry, but what he said is true?

In this way, he is obviously happy, why does he feel uneasy?

Maybe it's just getting used to it.

Zhao Minghong walked up and down the room, finally couldn't bear it, and asked the housekeeper to call the servants in Jiang Luan's yard.

"Are you serving in Jiang Luan's yard?" Zhao Minghong asked.

There is only a little girl serving Jiang Luan, so where are other people?

It's just that, the prince wanted to find someone to serve in Jiang Luan's yard, so the butler could only find someone nearby.

This servant is a cleaner, in charge of the gate of Jiang Luan's yard.

The servant thought about what the housekeeper had said, and nodded quickly: "To the lord, yes."

"Did Jiang Luan do anything special today?" Zhao Minghong continued to ask.

The servant thought about it seriously, as if he had thought of something: "Young Master Jiang got a lot of fish today, as if he was going to cook."

After the servant left, Zhao Minghong showed a pensive expression.

Cook?

Jiang Luan is a good cook, and he learned it specially for him.

Today is his birthday, did he do it for himself?

It should be.

Jiang Luan couldn't be indifferent to his birthday.

It's just that there are so many guests, he is too busy, Jiang Luan has no chance to invite him.

At this time, Jiang Luan should have prepared meals, looking forward to his sudden arrival.

Don't lose your temper now?

Zhao Minghong pursed his lips, thinking about what happened the previous few times, he felt angry.

But think about it, in the cold night, Jiang Luan watched the hot food gradually getting cold, it was quite pitiful.

Zhao Minghong got up suddenly and walked towards the door.

Jiang Luan used to work in the hospital and often worked overtime and stayed up late. He couldn't get enough sleep every day.After coming here, he discovered that there is an advantage, that is, he can sleep all the time.

As soon as night fell, Jiang Luan fell asleep.

Dengdengdeng.

A knock on the door suddenly sounded, waking Jiang Luan awake.

Who is so wicked?Most of the night disturbing light sleep!

However, the knocking on the door continued.

Jiang Luan had no choice but to get off the bed, lit the bedside lamp, walked to the door, and opened it.

Zhao Minghong stood in the darkness, his body was still damp, and he was staring at Jiang Luan with dark eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Luan, with a pale face and misty eyes, looked like a dazed little animal.

Jiang Luan was a little confused: "Why are you here?"

Zhao Minghong felt that Jiang Luan should have waited for him to fall asleep. Thinking of this, the anger in his heart dissipated a little.

"Did you make braised fish and sugar ribs?" Zhao Minghong asked.

Jiang Luan froze for a moment: "How do you know?"

Zhao Minghong looked a little better, walked into the room, his eyes fell on the only table, which was empty.

A trace of doubt flashed in Zhao Minghong's eyes, but he sat down at the table anyway.

Zhao Minghong waited for a while, but he didn't see any movement from Jiang Luan, so he just felt a little angry.I was already giving Jiang Luan a chance, but why is Jiang Luan so stupid? !

Zhao Minghong could only ask, "Where's the food?"

Jiang Luan subconsciously looked at his stomach.

"Bring it up."

Jiang Luan pointed to his stomach.

"here……"

How?

In Jiang Luan's inherited memory, King Yu was not so poor, so he wouldn't be able to compete with him for food.

Zhao Minghong's expression froze.

Why did Jiang Luan eat it by himself?

Isn't it to celebrate your birthday? !

Could it be that he really forgot?

Thinking of this, Zhao Minghong felt suffocated and uncomfortable.

Zhao Minghong was angry and angry, and walked directly towards Jiang Luan, grabbed Jiang Luan's hand with one hand, and directly pushed him against the wall.

"Jiang Luan, what day is it today, do you remember?" Zhao Minghong asked holding back his anger.

Jiang Luan: "December [-]th?"

"What day is December sixteenth?"

Jiang Luan racked his brains: "Eight days after Laba, fourteen days before New Year's Eve?"

Zhao Minghong felt the blue veins on his forehead throbbing, and felt an indescribable depression in his heart.

Jiang Luan actually forgot that today is his birthday!

Zhao Minghong took two deep breaths, and suddenly felt that he was really possessed.

What do you care about?

Jiang Luan's shoes are too ugly, not worthy of his status as a prince!

Jiang Luan forgot that his birthday was just right, and he didn't need him to remember it!

It's best that Jiang Luan never pester himself again!

Zhao Minghong kicked the door angrily and left angrily.

At this time, Meng Zehe stood outside the door of Ming Zeyuan wearing a black cloak.

There were a bunch of presents inside the door, but Zhao Minghong couldn't be seen.

Meng Zehe asked the boy guarding the door.

"Where did the prince go?"

The boy said: "My lord went to the north courtyard."

Thinking of who lived in the north courtyard, Meng Zehe's expression suddenly turned pale.