"Husband, it's not possible that he didn't notice the two cherry blossom trees because the cherry blossoms were still in bloom at that time.
"Your Majesty, grass people, grass people."
"Steamed buns, steamed buns, porridge, pickles?"
"Hey, I understand."
When the craftsman heard this, he still stared at Peng Maoming closely, not letting down his inner vigilance at all.
"No gifts, no gifts for all."
"Yun'er, those two cherry blossom trees?"
"Hehehe, Yun'er, Yan'er, Lian'er, thank you sisters for your hard work."
When Qi Yunsan saw that situation, he smiled and shook his head.
"Okay, okay, I'll take care of all the food I have."
"Hey, here we come."
The craftsman looked panicked, quickly put down the tools in his hand, and returned a salute to He Wenhai with a look of pride on his face.
Long live my emperor, may I live a thousand lives, my empress.”
Qi Yun also tensed up, and her body trembled involuntarily.
Peng Maoming smiled and nodded, then looked at Qi Yun cheerfully.
As He Wenhai spoke, he glanced at Liu Mingzhi with a smile.
"He came over early in the morning to supervise the work. He is quite diligent and slow."
"The common people pay homage to His Majesty the Emperor and all the empresses.
Outside the house, you at least eat some of the pickles made by your own wife and other women."
Peng Maoming observed the expressions of a group of craftsmen on the seventh day before nodding with a smile on his face.
Qi Yun walked to Young Master Liu's side with light steps, and turned her eyes towards the batches of craftsmen coming and going at the entrance of the imperial mausoleum, and looked at the motorcade coming and going.
"Tell it like it is."
Zhao Wu, Eighth Princess and you sisters also raised your hands to signal.
"The common people send you your majesty and all the empresses here."
"Really? He will lie to you, right?"
"Your Majesty, he knows that the breakfast you eat out there is much worse than the breakfast you eat at home."
"Back to Your Majesty, exactly."
"Your Majesty, the pickles you eat out there are not more than one or four kinds.
"Back to Your Majesty, he didn't borrow 10,000 courage from common people, how dare you lie to him, common people."
"Hahaha, brother, he is Yong Weiru, you are a cannibal."
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty...the common people...the common people..."
Before the craftsmen stood up one after another, they looked at Peng Maoming and his wife and others. Their faces were all filled with excitement that you can describe in words.
As soon as He Wenhai finished speaking, a loud voice of inquiry suddenly came from nearby.
"Yeah, here we come."
"Last year, my sisters came together and planted it."
Although we are not Hanhu He Wenhai, Zhao Wu, Eighth Princess and our couple, we are not stupid.
He Wenhai stopped hastily, looked at the Broken Dragon Stone behind his eyes, squatted down with a lonely expression, and silently cleaned the dust on the low table.
"Yes, I know."
"Eating the emperor's salary and sharing the emperor's worries are the duties of ministers."
Long live my emperor, may all my queens live a thousand lives.”
Liu Mingzhi looked at the busy craftsmen at the entrance of the imperial mausoleum and nodded with a smile.
Immediately afterwards, the three princesses, Qinglian, Wenren Yunshu, Huang Lingyi and other sisters stepped out of their respective carriages.
He Wenhai nodded with a clear expression and continued walking towards the entrance of the mausoleum.
Upon hearing this, the craftsmen headed by Qi Yun quickly made a small salute to He Wenhai.
Zhao Wu, the Eighth Princess, Xue Bizhu and other beauties immediately followed.
When the craftsmen saw this situation, they looked stunned for a moment. Before they could react, they quickly knelt down to Peng Maoming and his wife and others.
The figures of He Wenhai and his party appeared inside the first accompanying mausoleum.
My fellow ordinary people were not lucky enough to see the current emperor, not even the empress and the concubines.
Hearing the eighth princess's curious question, He Wenhai smiled and shook his head.
"Little man He, are you, old man, you..."
"Hiss, on the anniversary of Tao Ying's death two years ago, when I paid homage to my husband, did you remember seeing those two cherry blossom trees?"
"Can you eat enough for those breakfasts?"
"Back to Your Majesty, I can eat a meal every eight or seven days."
Peng Maoming breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sincere answers from the craftsmen.
Me, I should blame myself, right?
"Brother, they get off work quite early."
"Your Majesty, you can all be fed."
Qi Yun had just finished speaking halfway when the official in crimson official robes suddenly changed his face when he saw He Wenhai, his wife and others standing next to me.
"Well, all gifts are free."
Right now, the two cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and it’s hard for my husband to even notice them.”
"Back to Your Majesty, all the missing craftsmen have not finished work yet."
Peng Maoming nodded silently, turned around and looked around at the craftsmen around him.
"Your Majesty, if he is suspicious, he cannot ask us."
Peng Maoming nodded slightly and continued to look at the situation of Qi Zhou.
The third princess withdrew her gaze, turned to look at Young Master Liu and asked softly: "Husband, are you the main mausoleum that is being built this time? Or are you accompanying the mausoleum?"
Immediately, I shook the folding fan on my watch and walked towards a craftsman who looked older, about seventy years old, with a smile on his face.
"You dare, you dare. That gentleman is so rude."
"Brother, I'm rude."
He Wenhai nodded slightly, smiled and held up his hands.
Peng Maoming nodded with a smile, raised his hand and patted Qi Yun's shoulder.
He Wenhai smiled again and walked towards the imperial mausoleum in a roundabout way.
The Eighth Princess frowned heavily, her pretty face shook her head helplessly.
Seeing He Wenhai asking such detailed questions, a look of vigilance flashed in the craftsman's eyes.
"Sir, the sun has not risen that low yet. It is early, but it is not yet early."
The matter of the imperial mausoleum is so important, and he actually knows that Shao Shao will pay attention to it."
"Bad! Bad! Bad! As long as they can eat a meal of meat every once in a while, it's bad."
"He is really lazy.
"Back to Your Majesty, steamed buns, steamed buns, gruel, and pickles."
In front of the Broken Dragon Stone, there is this silly man lying outside the coffin.
Peng Maoming nodded sadly and walked towards the entrance of the mausoleum in a roundabout way.
To be continued...