Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 115

Chapter 115 The sick and violent prince 13

In previous years, when I went to worship Taizu, because Xie Rong was ill, the imperial master made a small paper figure of Xie Rong and held it in his palm to take Xie Rong’s place.

This year, Xie Ronggang caused trouble for the fifth prince because of this matter. No one dared to snatch this job anymore, and people in the court who had their own agendas did not dare to say anything.

After all, no one can guarantee that His Highness the Crown Prince will go directly to their mansion to arrest people and torture them if he loses his temper.

When the general protecting the country heard this, he laughed loudly and ran to the East Palace to give Xie Rong a small gadget.

Xie Rong was originally thinking about the sacrifice in the study. Now he looked at the little tiger carved in jade in his arms, pursed his lips and was not happy, “Uncle, Gu is not a child anymore, who still plays with such little things?”

The general protecting the country came up and rubbed his head. His laughter was like thunder and deafening. “I have heard what happened yesterday. Your Highness is indeed a child of the Xue family. His courage and spirit are exactly the same as when I was young! They have bad intentions, and our Xue family will not tolerate this! Your Highness is just like this little tiger, born to be a king.”

“Compared to His Highness, Fei Bai is too meek.”

Xie Rong touched Jade Tiger’s head with his fingertips and snorted coldly: “My cousin injured Gu’s slave with a sword last time, but he was not gentle at all.”

“The old minister has already beaten this kid, your highness can calm down,” the general protecting the country looked at him kindly.

Uncle Xie Rongliu had lunch and then went to the study to think about going to the Ancestral Temple.

In the Ancestral Temple, one must first worship heaven and then ancestors, fast for five days, and chant sutras and pray for blessings day and night.

Not to mention fasting for five days, even one day of fasting is unbearable.

He had lost his appetite due to illness and could not eat a single bite of the vegetarian dishes on the table.

“Your Highness, your health is urgent, please eat as much as you can.” Eunuch Gao advised him worriedly.

Xie Rong smashed his bowl and chopsticks, “I want to eat meat.”

Lu Yuanju squatted at Xie Rong’s feet and wolfed down the rice.

“You can even eat these rotten vegetables and leaves with such joy,” Xie Rong was in a bad mood, and would get angry at anyone he didn’t like. He kicked the bowl out of Lu Yuanju’s hand and said fiercely, “Xifeng will not be like you, don’t eat it!”

Lu Yuanju stared at the kicked over bowl and screamed twice in his belly.

This bowl was specially given to him by Xie Rong in order to humiliate him. There were two big characters on it – “dog bowl”.

He had to do so many menial tasks every day, and at night, the little prince would pester him to warm his bed.

In Saibei, he could eat four or five lamb legs alone. This bowl of rice was not enough to eat, and now he had nothing to eat.

Lu Yuanju saw that His Highness the Crown Prince’s face was clouded, as if he was going to have an attack. Either the Ancestral Temple was going to suffer, or he and the palace people were going to suffer.

But in the end, Xie Rong kept a straight face and asked Eunuch Gao to serve him rice again, then slowly picked up a piece of asparagus and stuffed it into his mouth.

Lu Yuanju tugged at the hem of his prince’s python robe.

“What to do?” Xie Rong was impatient.

Lu Yuanju knocked the empty bowl in his hand.

Xie Rong turned around and took the bowl from his hand.

“The lonely dog can only eat meat, and you are not allowed to eat it.”

Lu Yuanju narrowed his eyes and gritted his canine teeth:

“The dog won’t even eat it, how can His Highness still be able to eat it?”

Of course Xie Rong didn’t want to eat it.

But before he came to the Ancestral Temple, he promised his mother that he would take good care of himself before returning to the palace.

He picked up a green dumpling with silver chopsticks, took a bite, and looked sideways at Lu Yuanju, then he had bad thoughts.

“Here, eat.” Xie Rong poked at the leftover green dumpling and handed it to Lu Yuanju’s mouth.

When the man lowered his head to bite, he moved back, like teasing a dog.

Lu Yuanju missed the mark several times. When he looked up, he saw Xie Rong lazily leaning on the master’s chair, laughing so hard that his shoulders were shaking and his eyes were red.

“Your Highness,” the Imperial Master stepped in from outside, his voice cold and steady, “It’s time to go to the Fengxian Hall to worship.”

Xie Rong suppressed a smile, but when he saw Wu Miao, an old man who pretended to be aloof, he lost his temper and turned completely cold.

Someone had told him since he was a child that it was the national master who divined his fate and made him, the youngest, a prince at birth.

It was clear that his life was his, but it all ended up being the fault of this national master. Damn it.

Even the queen mother trusts this family very much!

“Master, I have something to ask you.”

“Excuse me, Your Highness,” Wu Miao was dressed in white and stood in the grand royal ancestral temple, looking out of place like an expert outside the world.

Xie Rong asked: “Is it the Prince’s degree or the National Normal University?”

Wu Miao replied: “Your Highness is the crown prince, and I will always be my minister.”

“Oh,” Xie Rong rolled his eyes, smiled, grabbed Lu Yuanju’s lapel, and kicked him forward, “Compared with that lonely dog and you, who is more humble?”

Wu Miao was silent, and the eyes behind the white cloth met Lu Yuanju’s.

A wild wolf that was forced to crawl at Xie Rong’s feet seemed to be lowering its head, but in fact it was always arching its back and erecting its animal eyes. It seemed that as long as Xie Rong relaxed his vigilance and failed to grasp the rope in his hand, the wild wolf would eat him to pieces.

This kind of look has been passed down from generation to generation in Saibei, and behind it is the ambition to annex the Central Plains.

It’s just that Zhongyuan took the first step.

“Your Highness’s feet are all filled with dust. How can there be distinction between high and low?” Wu Miao said.

Xie Rong laughed out loud.

It’s just that his body is weak, and his breath becomes uneven after he laughs a few times, and his voice quickly weakens.

“In front of my father, you relied on this mouth to become a national master, right? Seeing that my father is getting old, you come to please Gu,” Xie Rong half-squinted his eyes, “It’s really amazing.”

Wu Miao’s lips moved slightly, but he said nothing or explained.

“Come here.” Xie Rong waved to Wu Miao.

Wu Miao came closer, lifted up his clothes and knelt down.

“Eat, I’ll reward you.” Xie Rong picked up a green dumpling from the table and threw it on the floor in front of Wu Miao, rolling it with a layer of dust. “After eating, Gu Ye can go about business with the Imperial Master.”

Wu Miao picked up the green dumpling, as if he really couldn’t see the ashes on the green dumpling, calmly opened his lips, and swallowed it one bite at a time.

Xie Rong waited for him to finish, then looked sideways at Lu Yuanju, “Do you know how a dog should eat Gushang’s meal?”

Lu Yuanju sighed softly and knelt down. Seeing Xie Rong trying to get the green dumplings from the dishes again, he quickly grabbed Xie Rong’s hand, grabbed the bitten green dumplings on Xie Rong’s silver chopsticks, opened his mouth wide and swallowed it in one gulp.

Being slapped by Xie Rong angrily didn’t stop the green dumplings in his mouth from tasting really good.

He licked his canine teeth and glanced at the useless national master.

The useless Imperial Master stood up indifferently, “Your Highness, it’s time to leave.”

“I know,” Xie Rong took the handkerchief from Eunuch Gao’s hand, wiped his hands, and stood up leisurely.

…

Inside the Fengxian Hall are the memorial tablets of the emperors of the Xie family, with everlasting lanterns surrounding both sides, swaying slightly in the wind.

Several veterans were kneeling in front of the futon, with tears in their eyes, lighting incense on the ancestral tablets.

I don’t know but thought it belonged to their ancestors.

Xie Rong approached and glanced at the five oranges placed on the altar.

A bunch of tablets that can’t even be called ghosts are worthy of eating oranges?

Xie Rong casually walked to the altar, picked up an orange, peeled it under the astonished eyes of the old minister, and stuffed a piece of orange flesh into his mouth.