In the hot summer, Yuan Zhao, as always, dressed up and came to the teahouse on Ximen Street. The pavilion extending outward on the second floor had a wide view and had a special place for her. The waiter who had received her silver reward helped reserve it.

The weather is so hot that even at dusk, an ice basin must be placed next to it with a small wheel fan gently shaking it.

Not only was her table cool and pleasant, but even the diners at the tables next door were also chilled.

Hey, it's so refreshing. From time to time, waiters come up to take a walk, and occasionally diners pass by. They cool off before returning to their tables.

The tea house is near the city gate. The floor is solid but simple. Most of the guests who come here have a little extra food. Only the nobles in the capital can afford such things as ice basins. The shopkeeper is reluctant to use them, let alone put them out to greet diners.

As for where the ice basin came from, hehe, the guests brought their own and sat at the table by the railing. There were a handsome young master and a handsome-faced attendant, and occasionally there were two of them.

The master and servant come almost every day, either in the morning or in the evening. They bring their own tea and water, and leave as soon as the ice in the basin melts.

I don’t know which family the young master belongs to. He is a affable person. Even though he brought his own tea, when the waiter recommended the restaurant’s special dishes, they did not refuse. And the entourage had to test the poison every time. From this, it was speculated that this person must be a son of a prince.

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The food in this teahouse is of poor quality and is only for ordinary people to eat. It is not delicious at all.

But every time this young man finished eating with a smile, and occasionally he tasted something that suited his appetite, he would also jokingly say give the store a good review. This would make the shopkeeper and the cooks happy all day long, walk with a sense of joy, and work more energetically.

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But it's a pity that today they only sat for a while and then left. It seems that a servant came to report that a noble person has come to the house, and asked the young master to go back to greet him.

The one he can personally welcome must be a very expensive person.

The regular customers in the teahouse were talking a lot, wiping sweat with their sleeves from time to time. Alas, it’s so hot at dusk without an ice basin...

Speaking of Yuan Zhao, he was summoned all the way back to the palace to take a look. Oh, it’s someone from the palace. The internal official was ordered to send a box to the Marquis Mansion, saying that Anle Marquis had handed it over. He deeply regretted it in Langjun Mountain and left it.

Things return to their original owners.

"Return to the original owner?" Yuan Zhao took the brocade box from the hand of the official in confusion, "Open it now?"

"Your Majesty, it's up to you," the unfamiliar young eunuch said with a respectful smile, "The things have been delivered, I'm going back first."

"Angel, go slowly." Prince Hou on the side sent him humbly, all the way to the door of the house.

When he turned back, Yuan Zhao had already opened the brocade box. Several elders and juniors stared at the objects in the box in fear, their hands and feet stiffened, and they did not dare to speak for a long time.

He stepped into the main hall doubtfully and took a closer look. Oops! He was so frightened that he took three steps back. He didn't stop until he bumped into the low case behind him.

Mrs. Jiang coughed twice, and with the support of Zhuo Ji, she silently returned to the table and sat down. Lan Ji also turned around and returned to her seat with a worried look. Mrs. Guan, Mrs. Yan and the fifth girl looked pale, and all looked at Hou with a heavy heart.

The crown prince is Beiyue Yong.

At critical moments, men must be counted on to make the decision.

After all, what is contained in the brocade box is nothing else, but the Beicang Emperor's Seal. I don't know what His Majesty means, and I don't know what Anle Hou An's intentions are!

Mrs. Jiang saw that everyone was very frightened. As the mistress, it was her duty to solve the problem:

"Zhonghe, what do you think should be done with this thing?"

Hou Shizi: "..."

To be honest, he also wanted to find someone to ask. But when his mother spoke, he had to bite the bullet and answer:

"This is a treacherous and ominous thing! It cannot be kept! However, after all, it is an old thing of our clan, and we still need to consult my father's opinion."

Although he is the heir apparent, there are senior officials above him, so it is not his turn to make the decision.

"But at this moment, my father is far away at the border..." Hou Shizi hesitated, "Why not, how about shelving it up and waiting for my father to return to deal with it?"

Eh? Isn't this bad? Zhuo Ji and Lan Ji looked at each other, then looked at Jiang silently.

Mrs. Jiang pondered for a moment, and just as she was about to agree, someone spoke again.

"No need for it, right?" Yuan Zhao picked up a few pieces of gold and turned them over. He looked carefully and found no dark patterns or anything like that. He said straightforwardly, "Just find someone to melt them and give each of the elders a small piece."

Jewelry, isn’t it beautiful?”

Well, Prince Hou closed his eyes with a patient look on his face, sat upright with his hands folded, and said after a long while:

"Princess, it is not an ordinary thing and should not be taken lightly."

"Today, it is just a piece of gold. If you don't use it, it will be wasted." Yuan Zhao said disapprovingly. He picked up a piece and weighed it. It was quite heavy. "It should be OK to make four pieces."

The gold seal is square, as big as her palm. Four gold hairpins may not work, but four rings or earrings should do.

Zhuo Ji: "..."

Lanji: "..."

The princess is interested, so she can ignore them at this time. Using the emperor's seal to make gold jewelry as gifts to the elders, she thought of it, and her courage was amazing.

"No! I object!" How could Prince Hou let her do whatever she wanted? He firmly opposed it.

"Second brother is pedantic," Yuan Zhao said calmly, neither angry nor annoyed. "Since we know that it is a treasonous and unethical thing, the longer it is left, the easier it will be to attract criticism. Those courtiers are all eyeing it, but it is better for you, for fear that others will not be able to catch the fault...

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"That's not what I meant," Hou Shizi couldn't sit still and explained to his mother eagerly, "Mom, think about it, what's the use of this thing if it is broken into pieces? Your Majesty is magnanimous and gave it to us just to keep us in mind.

Disposal?

Therefore, the son thought it would be better to leave it to his father to make a decision after he returns."

Well, this, Mrs. Jiang felt that what he said made sense, and couldn't help but look at her daughter hesitantly.

"Auntie, don't listen to my second brother." Yuan Zhao glanced at Hou Shizi and said, "Think about it, everyone, my uncle is an anomaly that appears once in a thousand years. He is cruel and unkind, and does not recognize his relatives. He suddenly threw the waste seal to us.

, can you feel at ease?

If he is willing to repent, the pigs will fly all over the sky."

Phew, everyone here snickered.

Yuan Zhao ignored him, threw the gold lump in his hand into the box, pushed the box away, and said without hesitation:

"Remake it... uh, give me a four-leaf clover to make a necklace."

I didn’t want it at first, but as I talked about it, my heart moved.

Ah? What is a four-leaf clover? The female relatives present were stunned. Yuan Zhao was helpless and could not explain, so he simply wrote:

"I'll draw it for you."

When the female relatives heard this, they left the table one after another and came over to watch curiously. As the mistress, Mrs. Jiang had to maintain her posture at all times. She could not move until her daughter finished the painting and presented it to her.

Oops, Prince Hou was so anxious when he saw this that he got up and paced back and forth, but no one in the mansion supported him! It was too much! The yin in the mansion was rising and the yang was declining, and he could not sing with his palm or support a tree! Seventh brother, seventh brother, when will you come back?

Go forward and retreat with him?

well.

…

Early the next morning, in the Prince's Mansion——

"Smelting and remaking? Four-leaf clover?" After hearing the news, Fengqiu was shocked, "What is in Azhao's head? It's weird. Have you got the blueprint? Let me take a look."

The attendant handed over the drawing, and he opened it and took a look. Huh? There were four heart-shaped leaves, which seemed to be seen in grass in the wild. It was a very inconspicuous grass. Fengqiu was puzzled, so he simply handed the drawing to the attendant and asked him to ask at the Imperial Medical Office.

ask.

He straightened his clothes and went into the palace to tell his father the news.

It was learned that Yuan Zhao did not listen to Hou Shizi's dissuasion and sent someone to melt the imperial seal that had been passed down by her family for hundreds of years, saying that she wanted to make jewelry for her elders.

Emperor Fengyuan was also stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

This kid has won my heart deeply.

After laughing, let someone pass the news to Anlehou, so that he can also have fun.

A day later, Anlehou received the news. He was stunned for a long time, and finally fell down on the stone steps in front of the hall.

Son, you have to be careful about that little legitimate daughter!
Chapter completed!