Chapter 143 1.143 The Prince of Black Heart

The Marquis of Jiajing was the person beside Pharaoh, and he usually played the role of chasing mud.

Seeing this, the old king threw a wink over, and hurriedly stepped forward two steps to stop the Marquis of Anding with a smile, "Marquis Zhao, I can't say anything else. Concubine Zheng Guifei was so frightened today that she was still ill at this time."

"She deserves it!" It's okay if she doesn't say it, but Zhao Sheng is furious when she says, "I know that it's not safe for corpses to turn everywhere now! What kind of garden do I want to visit with the king? One day if I can't go shopping, there will be chaos. Going shopping in the past few days? If it weren't for her, would your Majesty be frightened? Could the holy face be damaged? She!

Zhao Sheng bowed his hands to the king as he spoke, motioned everyone to look at the little fire bubbles on the king's mouth, and slapped Concubine Zheng mercilessly.

Your Majesty is so angry...he was angry with the wicked!

This Marquis of Anding is known to have no room for speech. Back then, Pharaoh himself once praised this courtier. He was upright and outspoken and dared to remonstrate. However, now I really want to shoot him to death!

The other courtiers were silent, and the younger brother of the queen was angry with Concubine Zheng, how could they dare to interrupt!

One by one, they lowered their heads and pretended to be dead, which made Old Wang even more angry!

"You guys, go ahead and invite the prince to get out of the customs!" The old king flung his sleeves away angrily, with a look of resentment on his face, "until the prince is invited! If the prince doesn't come out, you will stay here, and none of you will go back!"

Ministers, you look at me and I look at you, all showing a bit of bitterness.

I'll give it a go... What is this called, it's called the king of hell fighting and the little devil suffers!

The king can't keep his face down by himself, forcing them to go to this group of hard-pressed ministers, so suffocating!

The most tiring thing is that the prince's black heart is truly unmatched. They have been in the East Palace for so long, and they are stunned that they don't provide a cup of tea...

The little palace maids and the little eunuchs who came in and out saw all the adults very politely, and then they did everything without looking sideways, completely ignoring their group of persecutors!

"Marquis of Anding..." An adult looked at Zhao Sheng with a bitter face.

As soon as the latter waved his hand, he snorted coldly, "Do it yourself! The Marquis is going to visit the Empress at the Central Palace, so you stay here and continue to invite the Prince to get out of the customs! Humph!"

After saying that, he also walked away, leaving a group of bitter people looking at each other, each of them was really speechless...

Marquis of Anding, your preemptive strike is too fake!

When all the adults with bitter faces were sitting outside and frowning, the crown prince was hiding in the secret room of the dormitory, leaning against the window on the soft brocade couch, flipping through the books in his hands.

A small bronze cauldron with a length of half an arm hangs in the air, and the bottom is covered by a circle of red flames.

Hui Feng, a young man with bright eyebrows, was standing beside the prince, staring at the bronze cauldron silently.

It wasn't until the door of the secret room was removed with a bang that Huifeng took back his gaze and glanced at the door.

The one who came in was a young man in black with a strong figure. A reddish-brown secluded spring flower was embroidered on his chest.

"Drink it." The prince didn't lift his head, his fingers brushed another page of the book.

The eyes of the young man who came in lit up slightly, he quickly moved to the table, took up the teacup and drank it.

Huifeng glanced at him and pouted.

"How's it going?" The prince's question was a little sloppy, but the young man immediately understood and ran forward with a smile.