Weiyang was startled by his sip of wine, jumped hastily, and hid.
"Yangyang, are you correct in your riddle? Are you talking about rice? Rice?" The emperor in white looked suspicious.
"Well... Mi's question can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. There is a lot of room for imagination. Your Majesty, please think hard. With your great reputation, you will definitely be able to guess it." Wei Young smiled and sat down slowly next to the table.
He sat on the prepared wooden chair and began to pour himself some wine.
"But...it's limited to one cup of tea time."
"A cup of tea?!" The emperor in white was shocked, "You didn't say that just now!"
"Ah?" Weiyang rolled her eyes and laughed, "Didn't you forget just now? Your Majesty, please think about it. If you haven't guessed it for days and nights, don't I have to stay here with you for days and nights?
Huh. Unfair, unfair."
The emperor in white wears black lines.
Well, he already knew that Chu Weiyang was a fox and not a lamb.
He must work hard to deal with her, just like he would deal with the real Cang Emperor.
Why.
He sighed deeply in his heart.
As expected of these two couples, they were both so cunning and treacherous. They would not suffer any loss, but in turn, they would take away all the family's belongings, leaving him, the scapegoat, to lose his wife and lose his army...
Wei Yang silently counted the time, placed her fingers on the small table, and tapped slowly.
When she hit eighteen strokes, her eyes flashed and she smiled even more like a weasel.
"It's time for a cup of tea. Has the Emperor thought of it?"
He looked up and saw the emperor in white with a livid face.
Ha, I think she couldn't figure out these three brain teasers after thinking for a long time. He was an ancient man and the most rigid emperor. It was strange that he could know the answer to the riddle in such a short time after just one cup of tea.
"Your mystery is really weird, and you still don't want to tell me what this 'rice' is. What you can say can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words, huh..."
The emperor in white groaned and glanced at Weiyang's slightly happy face, his expression even darker.
"Okay, okay, tell me, what's the answer to the mystery?" He gritted his teeth, looking like he was going to give it all.
"Hmph." Wei Yang curled her lips and snorted, "Who is Mi's mother? The answer is - Hua."
The emperor in white was startled, "Why?"
"Peanuts!"
Emperor in white: "..."
"Grandma Mi, what are flowers made of? There is an idiom called Miaobi Shenghua..." Weiyang smiled evilly.
Emperor in white: "..."
"Mi's father, ugh!" Wei Yang sighed deeply, glanced at him, and shook her head in disgust, "Of course my father is my mother's lover, Die Lianhua, so Butterfly is Mi's father."
I don't know whether he was frightened or shocked, but the handsome face of the emperor in white was already ashes.
"Hey, Your Majesty, look at this riddle, you can only understand it but cannot explain it! Oh, by the way, and also, who is Mi's grandfather?"
Whether it was an illusion or a dazzle, Wei Yang felt that as soon as she spoke her words, she saw the upper body of the emperor in white swaying fragilely as he sat on the soft couch.
She chuckled, "Mi's grandfather, of course he hugged both rice and popcorn!"