Chapter 2165: The Stall Favored by the East Factory

"Your Highness, get up..."

A eunuch stood by the bed and shouted loudly.

The little Yumi on the bed was still sleeping soundly, with saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth.

For a child of his age, the only task at present is to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, and sleep whenever he wants.

The eunuch had no choice but to accumulate strength again because he wanted to get a position next to the little Yumi, and then prepared to wake him up with a louder voice.

"Your Highness..."

"What are you arguing about?"

A wet nurse came in, picked up Yumi skillfully, and then diapered and changed her clothes. Yumi was still dazed, but she didn't cry.

She carried her all the way to Hu Shanxiang, who was eating breakfast, but it was just porridge.

After the winter, Hu Shanxiang fasted for more than ten days. Now that she had just started eating meat, she didn't quite adapt.

"Yummi."

Hu Shanxiang put down the small bowl and took the child, asking, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Yumi yawned, probably because she smelled her mother's scent, and closed her eyes.

Hu Shanxiang said helplessly: "This child has been bumping and bruising these days, and he is also sleepy."

Yian suggested: "Madam, why don't you go to the temple to ask for a peace charm?"

Hu Shanxiang looked at Yumi lovingly and said: "It is said that the third child of Xinghe Bo's family has been unlucky since childhood. Temples and Taoist temples are useless. In the end, he was sent to Xinghe Bo's side. Sure enough, he was cured by using evil spirits."

Yian said helplessly: "Madam, Xinghe Bo can't come to Kunning Palace no matter what. Otherwise... when we discuss military affairs one day, see if you can let His Highness listen to it..."

"Well..."

Hu Shanxiang glanced at Yian and said: "Yumi is still young..."

Yian apologized: "It's the old slave who forgot the limit."

The two were silent, and the room became quiet.

Hu Shanxiang was making small clothes, very seriously.

Everyone was very careful, for fear of waking up the little prince...People in Kunning Palace walked carefully.

It was as if there was a pair of eyes watching them in the dark.

Until Yumi opened her eyes again and cried earth-shatteringly, anger descended on Kunning Palace again.

Sun was also very quiet. Mingyue had woken up, but she was lying obediently.

Sun leaned on a wide chair, in front of her was a burning silver-white charcoal without the slightest smell of fireworks.

Very warm, she touched her belly and silently recited poems.

If you want your child to grow up well, you have to listen to elegant music and poems in your belly.

"Your Majesty, the Queen... It is said that the Highness has been bumping and bruising these days."

Wang Zhen came in with a low eyebrow and reported, and then he felt cold and hot, and sweat broke out on his body.

Sun frowned and said, "Mind your own business!"

Wang Zhen bent his waist a little more, then apologized and left.

After going out, a gust of cold wind blew, and the greasy sweat just now became the source of coldness.

He stood on the steps and looked at the desolation in the yard, stunned for a long time, and then lowered his head to hide his loss.

If this baby is a girl, it will be almost impossible for Sun to show up!

…

It was very cold this morning.

“Is it cold?”

An Lun was brushing the warhorse in the stable.

The warhorse’s front leg was much better, but it couldn’t touch the ground yet.

It enjoyed An Lun’s service, shaking its head and digging its huge head into An Lun’s arms from time to time.

An Lun smiled and pushed its head away, saying, “Take good care of it, I’ll come to see you next time.”

He was the supervisor of the East Factory, so he naturally couldn’t stay out overnight often. He only came back occasionally to see the horse.

After the horse and the man parted, An Lun went out to the East Factory.

When he got to the street, it was still the same stall, and the same girl was making pot stickers.

“Go buy some, it’s delicious to heat it up at noon.”

A man next to him went over, but his smile was almost flattering.

“Girl, get twenty pot stickers, wrap them in oil paper, and let’s take them away.”

The girl’s name was Yingmei. Her family was poor, so she got up early in the dark to make pot stickers.

It's just that it's too difficult for a young girl to do business. Not to mention the bullying by those young men, some customers will also tease her, and even pay less.

Last time, An Lun's follower Xiao Ma was relatively polite, just teasing her and touching her hand.

So Fanzi's sudden flattering smile scared Yingmei again, and she said with tears in her eyes: "No money, no money!"

Fanzi's body softened and he almost knelt down. He said with a bitter face: "Yingmei, don't! Smile quickly."

Yingmei was stunned, and asked in surprise with tears in her eyes: "Do you know me?"

Fanzi nodded hurriedly, and then patted his chest and said that from now on, she was the most precious business on this street, and whoever dared to bully her would be against the East Factory.

As for who in the East Factory, he didn't say, and couldn't say.

Yingmei glanced at An Lun, then sniffed and looked at Fanzi's waist.

Many people are used to hanging their money bags around their waists, so Fanzi subconsciously took out his money bag and said, "It's up to you how much money you have. If anyone dares to take your pot stickers and doesn't pay, go to the East Factory and tell them that it's Yingmei, and we'll break their legs!"

Yingmei took the copper coin timidly, and seeing that Fanzi didn't regret it, she happily started to turn the pot stickers over, and then poured some things into it with a teapot, and the aroma immediately filled her nose.

"Brother, this is chicken soup, I poured more!"

Yingmei said flatteringly.

A girl who comes out to make a living will hardly let go of a big leg she grabs, and she doesn't want to let go.

She didn't know what the East Factory did, but when she saw the owners and customers of the stalls around her were all terrified, she knew that she might have grabbed a golden thigh.

The man said seriously: "Whatever happens, don't put anything more."

How dare he ask for anything more! Xiao Ma, An Lun's follower, is now unknown whether he is dead or alive. After the news spread, everyone carefully figured it out, and it turned out that the broken hand and the eye poked out gave everyone a clue.

After a thorough investigation, someone quietly told everyone about Xiao Ma molesting Ying Mei.

From then on, Ying Mei became the focus of the East Factory. Everyone wanted someone to bully her, and then come out to save her...

Uh! Ying Mei is not a beauty.

But power and wealth are more attractive than beauty!

After the pot stickers were ready, Ying Mei wrapped twenty of them in oil paper, and then bowed respectfully to An Lun.

An Lun nodded slightly, then got on the horse and left.

This confirmed his favor for Yingmei, and several of the guards immediately started to think about whether Anlun had any feelings for her...

Anlun glanced at Yingmei, then turned back.

He thought of his younger sister.

The younger sister who died in Yan Dajian's house.

It hurts!

Anlun pounded his chest hard, then coughed heartbreakingly for a while, but the pain in his heart could not be dissipated.

The morning breeze blew, and his face was stinging, but Anlun was unaware.

Yingmei counted the copper coins happily, and then said to a small stall next to her: "Uncle Yang, I gave you two more copper coins!"

The stall next door sold noodles. The middle-aged man had more worries in his eyes and forced a smile: "Okay, Yingmei, hurry up and save some dowry."

The reputation of the East Factory is not good. It is almost like a demon. If you are implicated in the future...

When they arrived at the East Factory, someone came to report: "Eunuch, Xin Jian was attacked by someone."

An Lun sat down, and the guard took out the pot stickers. He took one and ate it slowly.

Pot stickers, especially chicken sauce pot stickers, the rice crust is the most delicious, which can make people unable to stop.

He ate a pot sticker, drank a sip of tea, and then said slowly: "That is a vortex, a personal grudge. His Majesty didn't say anything, why should we care about it!"