"Okay, okay, I really convinced you. If you are greedy, just say greedy. Be careful of your attitude and tone, and don't be afraid that I will add ingredients to it." Mu Yingbao said in this way, and the person stood up.

He skillfully ordered charcoal from a small stove, put on a casserole, held a large porcelain bowl, and poured the remaining pigeon soup into it.

The ingredients are all enough, but if you come back, everything is enough except for pigeon soup.

"I said Brother Hui, don't think that if you become the emperor, you don't have to support me. If you want to be a slut, I won't do it, old man." Old man Tao warned deeply.

Brother Hui's tears were still hanging on his face, and he nodded vigorously.

"Don't stand there, hurry up and take the dishes and chopsticks." Xue Wenyu said without sensation.

"And wine." Old man Tao added.

Brother Hui immediately stood up when he heard this, pursed his lips and walked towards the cabinet with a smile.

What my mother said is that many things in the world cannot be achieved by both sides.

If you get this, you may lose that.

And I actually didn't lose anything. General Shang and his uncle were not betrayed, but for his own good, they helped him establish the majesty of a king of a country!

Also, no matter how others treat him, his mother, father, and great-grandfather will not change.

Brother Hui felt that he could not be too greedy. This was enough!

After taking the bowls and chopsticks, placing the wine pot and cups, and using the sleeves to wipe away the tears, Brother Hui was in a good mood.

"Oh, it's amazing, Wen Yu, you said that when you see this king of the country, will you be retaliated by him in the future?" Old Man Tao joked.

Xue Wenyu smiled, "Are you still afraid of revenge? How did your name of Ghost Sorrow come from? Don't call it yourself."

Brother Hui was a little embarrassed to say that the two elders said it, so he quickly went to scoop water by himself and washed it.

When he sat back to his seat, Mu Yingbao's two bowls of casserole dumplings were ready, and he immediately stood up and served them.

He gave it to Old Man Tao first, and then took his own.

Mu Yingbao cooked a cup of milk tea for Brother Hui, and made several dishes for the two.

I poured a plate of alcoholic peanuts, cut the red sausage she had filled herself, a plate of meat skin jelly, and a plate of peeled eggs and tofu.

After Mu Yingbao sat down, he said to Brother Hui, "Son, don't listen to your great-grandfather. What's wrong with crying? What's wrong with it? Do you know that there is a legend that there is an emperor who is younger than you. He was pushed onto the dragon throne when he was three years old. When he looked at the civil and military officials in the court, he was so scared that he cried loudly and pissed his pants."

"Ah? Mother, is he also the father killed?" Brother Hui's attention was immediately diverted.

Mu Yingbao shook his head, "No, his father is alive. Do you remember that before, I told you a story about the empress dowager's rule from behind the curtain? That empress dowager is the grandmother of the little emperor.

The little emperor was chosen by her. When the little emperor ascended the throne, his father Zaifeng was regent, and another Empress Dowager Longyu ruled the country from behind the curtain.

It's ridiculous to think about it. He chose a three-year-old child as the emperor, and his father said that he was a person who only cared about his own family's life and death. Of course, the consequences would be for such a person to assist the young emperor.

Do you know what his father did when the little emperor was afraid of crying? He told his son that he would hold on for a while and it would be over soon and it would be over.

When the throne ceremony said such words, the ministers were talking about it below, saying how could such an unlucky thing be said to be about to end in such an important day, and as a result, it would really perish within three years."

Mu Yingbao talked about the history he knew, and all the old and young people in front of him were stunned.

At first I thought that she said this was just a fool to comfort Brother Hui.

But after hearing the story behind, I don’t know what happened, and the three of them felt that this was not just a nonsense, but that something like this really happened.

No one knows how many countries, big and small, are there in this world. There should be such a thing happening!

But how could she know that they have never heard of it?

Old Man Tao felt that he had started to walk around the world at a young age, but he didn't know much, so he expressed dissatisfaction!

Xue Wenyu once again summed up this matter to her hidden secret.

"Mother, if you have you, your son will only make Yanguo more and more prosperous. I will never think of the unlucky little emperor, and I will be in the kingdom so soon." Brother Hui said confidently.

"That's natural. Who is my son?" Mu Yingbao felt relieved when he saw the child untied his knot and said proudly.

"Son, remember that you are the emperor of Yanguo in the court. When you come to us, you are our child. If you encounter any difficult things, don't worry, come back and listen to us.

The three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang, let alone the three of us are much more powerful than cobblers." Mu Yingbao seized the opportunity to give the child confidence.

Brother Hui smiled and nodded, "Mu Qin, who is Zhuge Liang? Very powerful, very smart?"

When Mu Yingbao heard this, he was so disappointed that he was once again fond of his mind.

But, it's okay, this person knows a lot.

If you really can't tell me, you can only fool me.

She shook her head and learned the tone of the storyteller in the teahouse; "Zhuge Liang, whose courtesy name is Kongming and whose pseudonym is Wolong.

He was the prime minister of a certain dynasty, a powerful politician, proficient in military tactics and formations, and wrote very well. He was named Wuxiang Marquis when he was alive, and after his death he was posthumously named Zhongwu Marquis. In order to invite him out of the mountain, a man named Liu Bei visited his thatched cottage three times.

It can be seen how powerful he is."

She could only say so much, and she didn't know how much she had.

"Mother, if we have such talents in Yanguo, our son will learn from Liu Bei's three visits to the cottage and invite him to come." Brother Hui said inspiration.

Xue Wenyu and Mu Yingbao and the other two nodded.

Especially Xue Wenyu, the look at Mu Yingbao was even gentler.

It is at this dining table that telling allusions can benefit children a lot.

In Xue Wenyu's eyes, she is the most powerful person in his heart.

"Son, do you still remember that Li Shuiyuan?" Mu Yingbao remembered and asked.

Brother Hui immediately responded, "Son remember, the son of Li Jiecheng, the Minister of Justice. Mother, what do you mean?"

Mu Yingbao told seriously, "Son, I think he is a hundred times better than him. If you ask him to enter the palace as an official to assist you, it will be great. The civil and military officials in the court are mixed with fish and dragons. After you ascend the throne, you should gradually change your blood. Otherwise, no matter how powerful you are, it will be very difficult to govern a country based on our strength alone."

Brother Hui's expression was even more serious than Mu Yingbao. He understood this principle.
Chapter completed!