Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Father, can't you go out?"

Wanwan dragged Zhu Gaochi to go out for a walk, but Zhu Gaochi smiled bitterly and refused to go. With his weight, Wanwan couldn't shake anything.

"Wan Wan."

The prince princess knew that Wanwan understood the reason, but just wanted to take advantage of the fact that she was not restrained to take the prince out.

Wanwan pursed her small mouth, and said unhappily: "Father did something wrong, but Grandpa Huang shouldn't close his little black room! Humph!"

Watching his daughter turn around and run out, Zhu Gaochi hurriedly let Liang Zhong lead someone to follow.

After they left, Zhu Gaochi and his wife couldn't help smiling relatively bitterly.

I used the small black room to scare Wanwan before waking up, but there really is such a place in the palace, which is specially used to punish the servants who violate the rules, and it is colder than the cold palace.

After Wanwan ran out, she stood at the entrance of the East Palace and hesitated for a while, and then ran to the garden.

"The princess slow down, be careful to fall..."

When Liang Zhong saw Wanwan stepping down the steps, he staggered, almost paralyzed in fright, and hurried to chase.

When she arrived in the garden, Wanwan was surrounded by people. She raised her head and said, "Go to the kitchen and get a chicken."

"There's more mud and water, fast!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard it. What does this small county do with these things? Do you want to make a prank?

At this time, when the East Palace needs to be low-key, if the little princess gets into trouble, and says that the emperor will not be angry again, it is not as simple as forbidden.

When Liang Zhong saw Wanwan's big eyes, he suddenly forgot what was at stake. He just shouted: "The princess has ordered you to wait and do it? Slowly, be punished!"

After the people left, Liang Zhong bent down and asked, "Princess, what do you want to do?"

Wanwan shook her head and said stubbornly: "Secrecy!"

Liang Zhong said helplessly: "Well, the princess has said that it is confidential. If anyone dares to talk nonsense, the old slave will break their legs!"

After the killed chicken and mud were ready, everyone looked at Wanwan together, wondering what medicine she sold in the gourd.

Wanwan was a little excited by being stared at by so many people. She rolled up her sleeves, squatted down and beckoned: "Get the mud and water."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as soon as they heard: It turns out that the little princess is going to have a family with Mud!

After the mud is reconciled like dough, everyone is waiting for Wanwan's decision.

"Princess, are you going to pinch a chicken or a duck?"

Several palace ladies smiled and asked, in their opinion, it is the time for a girl like Wanwan to play with these!

Thinking of the memories of playing when I was a child, everyone present couldn't help but smile.

"Quickly, get that chicken."

Wanwan's hands are full of mud, and her sleeves and trouser legs are not missing.

Zhu Di was a little silent today. After commenting on a few memorials, he frowned and put it aside, getting up and moving his knees. It feels that because of the arrival of this heavy rain, the place has begun to turn sour.

The Taita supervised his words and thoughts, and persuaded: "Your Majesty, or just go away, the scenery after the rain does not have a taste."

"Unlearning! Is the scenery for food?"

Zhu Di snorted softly, but accepted the suggestion, temporarily abandoning political affairs, and went for a walk outside with Yang Rong, who was on duty.

Yang Rong knew that Zhu Di was in a bad mood recently, so he just picked up some interesting things to say, and gradually, Zhu Di's complexion became a little looser.

"Say there is a family in the east of the city, that wife is a shrew, and the husband comes back every day...Huh!"

Yang Rong stopped suddenly, then pointed to the front and said, "Your Majesty, where is the smoke coming from there?"

Zhu Di was thinking about something, and when he heard the words, he looked up, and as expected, thick smoke appeared in the small forest in front of him.

"Look at it!"

Zhu Di's mood was ruined again, and an anger grew in his heart, and he was looking for someone to vent.

Yang Rong caught a glimpse of Zhu Di's complexion from the side, and couldn't help silently mourning for the guy who was burning in the woods.

Isn't this self-inflicted?

The chief **** also shook his head, and then asked the guards to follow suit and prepare to take someone.

It is not allowed to light a fire casually in the palace, otherwise it would not be a joke to cause a fire.

On the other hand, there were frequent fires in the Daming Palace, and Zhu Di didn't even know the tricky part of it.

"Quickly plan it out, or it will be blurred!"

As soon as Zhu Di walked in and saw a bunch of maids squatting on the ground and burning on the fire, his heart suddenly became angry. But just when he wanted to take people, he heard the immature voice.

"Hurry up, don't break it, or it will get cold inside, I want it hot."

Wanwan directed the people to get the mud ball out of the fire, then happily put it in the food box, and turned around to prepare...

"Your Majesty Wanan..."

After shouting for a while, a group of people knelt down on the ground, and Wanwan standing in the middle was particularly eye-catching.

Zhu Di frowned and looked at the gray-black Wanwan, only those big eyes could prove that she was his granddaughter.

Wanwan's eyes were reddened by the fireworks. She felt that the mud in the food box was too heavy, so she picked up the mud and walked out slowly from the crowd kneeling on the ground.

Zhu Di's brows were almost frowned into the word "Chuan", watching Wanwan walk over, and her hands were still trembling slightly.

Is it heavy?

But when she walked out of the crowd, Wanwan's hand suddenly loosened, and the mud ball fell off.

"puff!"

After a very soft sound, the mud cracked open, revealing the tender chicken inside.

Yang Rong's nose twitched, and suddenly pointed to Wanwan's little hand and exclaimed, "The princess's hand is hurt!"

Zhu Di was surprised at this thing that Wanwan had made, and when he heard the words, he saw that the palms of Wanwan's two originally white and tender little hands were already showing red at this time...

In an instant, Liang Zhong couldn't help but want to get up, but because of Zhu Di's majesty, he had to resist worry and continued to kneel.

Wanwan slowly lowered her head, looked at the color of her palms, felt the tingling, and then slowly raised her head...

Zhu Di's expression was a bit stunned and at a loss. He saw Wanwan's small body trembling slightly, and his big eyes were full of grievances.

After all, the big eyes couldn't hold back such a grievance, the tears slipped, and the face was washed out with two tender whites...

"Doctor!"

Zhu Di took a few hard breaths and shouted fiercely: "Call the doctor! Go!"

Wanwan's small mouth squashed, and finally choked up, but her body was trembling, but there was no sound.

As soon as Liang Zhong got up, he immediately ran out of the woods and almost tripped over the roots of the trees sticking out of the ground. Without waiting to stabilize his body, he stumbled out again.

When the imperial doctor arrived and saw the blisters in the palms of Wanwan's hands, she quickly looked for medicine from the medicine box she brought.

Wanwan shook her head, then pointed to the cracked mud ball on the ground and said: "Grandpa Huang, that is the chicken called Huaji Wanwan made for you. I had it last time, but it was delicious."

Zhu Di's gaze slowly lowered, then he stomped his foot, turned and left.

The chief **** hurriedly prepared to keep up, but when he left, he thought about it, and he took the chicken with him.

Zhu Di walked out for a while and stopped again. After hesitating, he turned and shouted: "Take care of Wanwan. If something goes wrong, I will punish your whole family!"

Wanwan, who was sad, was startled by the loud shout~www.NovelMTL.com~ She looked at Zhu Di blankly, and suddenly hiccup.

Zhu Di's eyelids were jumping, and he frowned and left.

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