Chapter 885

Jiang Zhao walked over and opened it to sniff. Sure enough, the smell had changed. It looked okay on the surface, but it must have been damp. It couldn't be sold to some picky people, but it was just right to use it to get rid of the original puppet emperor.

"Feed him until he finishes eating." Jiang Zhao shook his sleeves and sat back to his original position.

"Your Majesty, are you really not afraid of being blamed by the Regent?" Wu Honglin was anxious. He didn't want to eat that kind of moldy and rotten tea leaves. He didn't want to eat that.

Mo Wuhei laughed, grabbed the other's hair, grabbed another handful of tea leaves and stuffed them into his mouth. He was born in the Demon Cult, and he was very good at how to make people eat things. He felt that something was missing from his peaceful life in Xuanlan Country. Sure enough, he still had to find some excitement occasionally.

For things like this, it was just a professional match for him.

"When you finish eating, you can deal with him." Jiang Zhao picked up the teacup next to him and drank water. When he finished, Lan Siyu was very tactful and added more water.

She also asked: "Your Majesty, do you want to make a pot of new tea?"

"Sure." Jiang Zhao glanced at her. She adapted quite quickly.

Lan Siyu got busy, and at the same time interacted with the live broadcast room in her heart: "I'm doing okay, hehe!"

[Yes, yes, come on, anchor, come closer, let us appreciate your majesty's beauty up close. ]

[Your Majesty is still a child now, more than ten years old, and has not grown up yet, but it can be seen that he is indeed good-looking. ]

After a while, Jiang Zhao drank the new tea and his mood improved. He glanced at Wu Honglin, who was swallowing tea leaves and his face was pale, and he held his chin in a daze.

Sure enough, this era is more boring.

"Go and call two smart people," Jiang Zhao ordered, "who know a lot of things going on in and out of the palace."

Two people came soon. These were small characters. Especially seeing that Wu Honglin, whom they dared not offend on weekdays, was suffering, they naturally said whatever Jiang Zhao asked.

"Tell me about my reputation outside."

The two eunuchs were so scared that they fell to their knees. Is this something they can say? Those in the palace naturally knew that His Majesty had no power, and everything was controlled by the Regent. However, the Regent did everything in the name of His Majesty, and people outside had a hard time, so they would only blame His Majesty.

"Speak nicely, I don't blame you."

The two eunuchs paused for a while before they spoke one sentence each.

In short, Jiang Zhao's current reputation is extremely bad. He who needs to take the blame should come, and Liu Chenghuo, who has a good reputation, should come by himself.

This is a problem, but it is not a big problem. This body is still young and has been the emperor for only five or six years. There is still time for everything.

After listening to almost everything, there was a movement from the Shangshenjian, in other words, it was time for lunch. The two young eunuchs were sent down, and Jiang Zhao waited for the dishes to be served.

Soon, the dishes were served.

At first glance, they were all good dishes, with good ingredients and taste.

Facing a puppet emperor, the people in the palace naturally would not be so kind to serve him. Such good dishes can be arranged, but in the end, not many of them can enter the stomach of the original emperor.

Jiang Zhao sat down, and the eunuch He Changchi, who served the dishes, came to him with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty, please eat."

When Jiang Zhao picked up the chopsticks, He Changchi picked up a chopstick of vegetables and put it in his bowl: "Your Majesty, please eat."

"I don't like this." Jiang Zhao refused. He picked up the nearest plate of dishes and ate it. The taste was not bad. When he wanted to pick up the second chopstick, he was blocked by He Changchi's chopsticks.

"Your Majesty, this dish has been eaten, you can't eat it again."

Jiang Zhao: "This is delicious, I like it."

"This servant is also for your Majesty's good, please change the dish." He Changchi's attitude was very tough, and his tone was a little cold.

Doesn't he know that this dish is delicious?

The little emperor has eaten it all, what will he eat?

Jiang Zhao didn't care and continued to pick up the food. He Changchi raised his shrill voice: "Your Majesty, you will embarrass me if you do this. If the regent knows, he will be angry."

The regent didn't care about this at all, but if the little emperor ate it, he would have nothing to eat, and he also liked this dish.

"Get out of here."

He Changchi couldn't listen, so he signaled the two eunuchs next to him to come up and help. But before they could get close, Mo Wu and others came out and neatly imprisoned them.

Jiang Zhao stood up with the bowl and picked up the food. It was delicious.

It was obviously not a proper way to eat, but it didn't make people feel vulgar at all.

He picked up the plate and put the empty plate of what he wanted to eat on the seat. It was not very convenient to pick up the food on such a big table. He would improve it when he had time.

He called to Mo Wu and others: "Come and eat."

Eat and then settle the bill, so as not to spoil your appetite.

"You go too."

Lan Siyu, who was standing aside and still a little confused, didn't expect to have such treatment. She, was going to eat with Mo Wu and the others? It was like a dream.

Isn't your majesty too casual? Is he still a person of feudal society? Lan Siyu was very dreamy.

Jiang Zhao knew what she was thinking, but it was impossible to explain.

He is not from the feudal society, he is from the world of immortal cultivation, where there is no hierarchy, only strength. Once you are strong, you can do whatever you want. For example, now, how to eat and who to eat with are all up to him, so what are the so-called rules and etiquette? As long as he is happy.

He invited Lan Siyu to eat together, just because she is a time traveler, and she must not agree with this hierarchy in her bones. If she was a local, he would not keep her here. The locals' concepts cannot be changed in a short time, and they may feel that they are eating the last meal of execution, which is scary.