When Liu Mingzhi heard He Wenhai's question to Peng Mao, he quickly looked at the craftsmen around him, and his expression instantly became relaxed.
Immediately, I hurriedly rushed towards He Wenhai, Zhao Wu, the Eighth Princess and his wife and others to greet them.
Then, I quickly raised my hand and pointed at the craftsmen around me.
When He Wenhai asked, the craftsmen of Qi Zhou nodded hurriedly at He Wenhai.
I saw an official wearing a crimson official robe walking toward He Wenhai and others with a frown on his face.
That is His Majesty the Emperor, His Majesty the Emperor, and not all the other noble concubines.
While Qi Yun looked excited, her eyes were full of fear.
The rest of the beauties raised their heads a few times in agreement, and followed him with steady steps.
Zhao Wu looked at his husband's surprised expression, turned to look at the two cherry blossom trees behind his eyes, smiled and pursed his red lips a few times.
"Where are they? Can they have enough to eat?"
"Can you eat it every day?"
It’s just from the way He Wenhai, Zhao Wu and his wife dressed underneath them, and the vague aura underneath us.
"Yes, I obey.
All the craftsmen looked at the smiling He Wenhai and scratched their heads with innocent smiles on their faces.
The busy craftsmen saw Peng Maoming and his wife walking towards the entrance of the imperial mausoleum. They quickly stopped what they were doing and took the initiative to move out of the way.
When He Wenhai saw the craftsman's suddenly wary eyes, he also realized that he had asked too few questions in the first place, which aroused my vigilance.
"Ladies, let's talk about that first.
"Thank you less, your majesty, less thank you, empress."
Seeing this situation, Liu Mingzhi immediately waved his hand.
"Your Majesty, who can eat less of the morning meal?"
"No gifts, no gifts at all."
"Yes, yes, as long as you can eat enough."
"Your Majesty, the common people..."
"How's the food? Is the food still good?"
Chapter completed!