Chapter 29 Supervising Meals

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"My lord..."

"Just this one, okay, Rong'er?" Ming Yan interrupted what Ye Jingrong was about to say, put the spoon to Ye Jingrong's mouth again, and said in a self-contained voice.

Ye Jingrong has a gentle temper, so naturally he couldn't refuse at this moment, he could only take a deep breath, and swallowed the bird's nest porridge again.

But what Ye Jingrong couldn't imagine was that after this mouthful, there would be another mouthful, and His Royal Highness King Cheng would actually go back on what he said? Not keeping promises?

Until Ming Yan was satisfied with asking someone to come in and clean up the dishes, Ye Jingrong was so overwhelmed that he couldn't speak!

But Ming Yan was very happy. After the servants retreated, he turned around and hugged Ye Jingrong horizontally with the brocade quilt, and gently weighed him in his arms.

Sudden frightened, Ye Jingrong stretched out her hands in panic to wrap around Ming Yan's neck, her gentle eyes were full of doubts, her face was flustered and puzzled.

Seeing Ye Jingrong's expression, Mingyan laughed out of spite. That hearty and heroic laughter spread out of Rongjun Pavilion and echoed in the huge Chengwang Mansion.

"Rong'er, I've made a note of your measurement. From now on, I will weigh it every day. If it is so light, I will punish you." Hearing this, Ye Jingrong was shocked

. Both angry and helpless!

This person is really unreasonable, how can he control the weight of his body? But after opening his mouth, Ye Jingrong didn't know how to refute? He just stared at Ming Yan with annoyed expression.

Seeing Ye Jingrong's mournful expression, Ming Yan smiled even more happily. After hugging the beautiful woman in his arms for a few circles, Ming Yan reluctantly put Ye Jingrong on the bed.

"From now on, the king will supervise every meal, and he can only eat more and not less, but Rong'er remembers it?" Ming Yan said with a smile in his eyes, half coaxing, half threatening.

Hearing this, Ye Jingrong took another deep breath, but then had no choice but to nod, surrendering to Ming Yan's lust.

After lunch, before taking a lunch break, Cui Shanggong from Shangyi Pavilion in the palace rushed to Chengwang Mansion in a hurry.

It was a middle-aged lady who still had a charming charm, her skin was a little loose, and there were crow's feet around her eyes, but compared to women of the same age, she was well maintained.

There are thimbles on both hands, and the calluses on the ten fingers are obviously thicker than others. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that this is the proof left by working as an embroiderer all year round.

It is not that Cui Shanggong has never been to Chengwang Mansion to measure the size of the second lady of the Xue family, so the data is clearly stored in the Shangyi Pavilion, and there is no need for her to make this trip again, but His Royal Highness Chengwang returned to Beijing this time. The order is to make Chinese clothes for the princess. Could it be that the princess is not the second lady of the Xue family, but someone else?

To be honest, Cui Shanggong was a little curious, leaving the palace in such a hurry to rush to Chengwang's mansion, besides Chengwang's orders, there was more, but it was difficult to suppress the raging fire of gossip in his heart!

The last time I came to take measurements for the second miss of the Xue family, that bullying and arrogant face really made Cui Shanggong suffocate.

When she was working in the palace, many prominent and respected figures wanted to give her some respect, but that Xue Mengyao was just a concubine of the Xue family, but she was so arrogant and domineering, didn't she rely on King Cheng to support her? How dare you show off your might to her?

She has to take a closer look this time. Is this princess whom King Cheng has recognized really the Xue Mengyao who doesn't know the general idea and the rules? In vain to become a king and famous for martial arts, this taste is so real, it is not flattering!


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