What Ying Zheng took out was not a Ginseng Fruit.
It was a note.
"The thief is a puppy."
The note was written in a crooked manner, and there was even a ghost face drawn at the back.
Previously, this dog-like handwriting would only make people laugh in their hearts, but now it was like silent mockery.
Wang Jian, Dun Ruo, and Fu Su all revealed awkward expressions.
He felt like a clown.
"Impudent!"
Ying Zheng's face froze, and the veins on his forehead popped out.
This little bastard had turned into a spirit!
She actually took the Ginseng Fruit to another place in advance and even left a note to scold him!
"Your Majesty, the little master is still a child after all.”
"Not to that extent, Your Majesty. I don't know where the Little Lord has hidden this Ginseng Fruit.”
Wang Jian hurriedly came up to mediate the situation, and even pretended to hold Ying Zheng's sleeve.
He really did not know what to say.
Only now did he realize that the note on the door was probably a trap.
It was to lure the enemy in and let them see the note hidden in the small cloth bag
I've calculated all the traps
And the purpose was actually just to tease them and send this note with a ghost face in front of the First Emperor.
Wang Jian simply didn't know whether to laugh or cry now.
"He's still young? He was smarter than anyone else! You even dare to scheme against me!"
"Not to the extent of Your Majesty, please calm down."
.....
Just as everyone was persuading Ying Zheng.
A lazy voice suddenly came from the door.
"Old General Wang, Eldest Brother, why are you back?”
"And why is Imperial Father here?"
Everyone looked towards the source of the voice and saw Ying Zimo's small figure standing at the door. He was still rubbing his sleepy eyes, as if he didn't know what had happened.
"Eh? Isn't that my bag? How did it end up in Imperial Father's hands?"
"Imperial Father, you didn't secretly open it to take a look, right?”
Ying Zimo blinked his big eyes.
Her big, pure eyes blinked, as if small question marks were constantly appearing.
Instantly, Brother Zheng, who had been furious just a moment ago, was silenced.
The small cloth bag was still in his hands.
This was very awkward!
"Yes."
The dignified Qin Shi Huang was actually stumped by this question.
Saying that he had seen it was equivalent to admitting that he had stolen something from Ying Zimo.
The air suddenly froze.
Ying Zimo gave a sly smile.
Hehe, Brother Zheng, you must be uncomfortable.
Who asked you to spank my butt this morning!
However, after teasing him until now, he was no longer angry. He couldn't really not extend Brother Zheng's life, right?
Thus, he patted his little head and said in realization,"
"Maybe I'm not used to sleeping in a different place, so I sleepwalked.”
"Did the small cloth bag fall outside at that time?”
This could be considered as giving Brother Zheng a way out.
Looking at the cunning look in Ying Zimo's eyes, how could Ying Zheng not understand?
He had been teased again!
This little rascal was clearly not asleep and had deliberately come out at this time!
"Okay, you have to be careful when you fall asleep next time.”Ying Zheng stamped his foot and stuffed the small cloth bag back into Ying Zimo's hands.
At this moment, he no longer looked like the legendary emperor who could summon the wind and rain.
He was clearly an old father who had suffered a loss in silence and was teased by his youngest son, but he could do nothing about it…
"Everyone, stop standing outside. The weather is so cold now. Come in and sit.”
Ying Zimo quivered, then waved his little hand.
He didn't have the slightest awareness that he was in confinement.
He even acted like a host and invited everyone into the palace.
Before anyone could say anything, he took out a bunch of messy things from under the table and skillfully set them up.
"Everyone, you're just in time. It's getting late, and I was just about to get up for supper.”
"Is it hotpot again?"
Fu Su suddenly forgot the purpose of his visit and his eyes lit up.
He had eaten it several times in Ying Zimo's mansion, and the taste was really unforgettable.
Unfortunately, even the imperial chef couldn't make that kind of taste.
"Cough cough!"
Ying Zheng coughed twice heavily and stared at Fu Su with disappointment.
You've been bribed by a little food?
As my eldest son, you're too lacking in self-control!
"Nineteenth brother, where is the immortal fruit you gave me and Old General Wang to smell?”
"Imperial Father, Imperial Father coughed just now. He might have caught a cold and fallen ill. Why don't you take it out?"
Fu Su shrunk his neck in embarrassment and asked on behalf of the First Emperor.
Although he was slow, he could still read the meaning in Ying Zheng's eyes.
I've just lost face, I can't possibly ask Little Nineteen for something now, right?
"Cold? Isn't that just a cold? After eating hotpot, she would be fine after sweating!”
However, Ying Zimo didn't seem to have heard the meaning behind his words.
She gave Ying Zheng a concerned look.
"Father, this hotpot is more effective than any medicine for treating colds.”
"Hurry up and eat. Don't stand on ceremony with me."
"It's so late. How can we eat?"
Ying Zheng frowned slightly.
The hot pot was steaming.
The fragrance of the butter wafted into his nostrils.
The salty fragrance in the spiciness instantly made people unconsciously salivate, and for a moment, even the words of rejection were stuck.
"Forget it, I haven't eaten with you for a long time. This time, it won't happen again.”
Brother Zheng was so arrogant.
She clearly wanted to eat it in her heart, but she still found a legitimate excuse for herself.
However, there was nothing that couldn't be eaten by a small hotpot. If there was, then he would eat two!
Ying Zimo snorted in his heart.
"This…"
Dun Ruo was stunned.
He was still being grounded.
You call this self-reflection? It was clearly for enjoyment!
Also, when was this small hotpot placed in Sunplume Palace? Why did he eat it?
"Everyone, eat."
"Imperial Father, quickly try it. It's too good. This is my favorite. I like it even more than that big treasure.”
As he spoke, he picked up a piece of beef and placed it into Ying Zheng's bowl.
"This eating method is quite novel."
In fact, Ying Zheng's heart was still on that ginseng fruit that was comparable to the Immortal Medicine.
However, when the beef entered his mouth, his eyes suddenly lit up.
The spiciness and the aroma of the beef mixed together, bringing an unprecedented experience to the taste buds. It made people unable to stop eating.
"Not bad." Ying Zheng nodded.
So I picked up a few more pieces of beef
However, as he ate, Brother Zheng came back to his senses.
No, I'm here to find the immortality medicine. I almost forgot about my business because of this hotpot!
"Little Nineteen, I heard from Old General Wang that you have a rather strange immortal fruit. Can you take it out and show it to me?”
Finally, Ying Zheng could not hold it in any longer.
To him, immortality was too important.
If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't know where Little Nineteen hid the Ginseng Fruit, he wouldn't have waited until now.
Moreover, he finally understood just now.
If Little Nineteen wasn't willing, no one would be able to find traces of that immortal fruit!
Hearing this, Ying Zimo's little face scrunched up. He clutched his small cloth bag, his big eyes filled with vigilance.
"Imperial Father, you said that you didn't want to see that big treasure. Why didn't you keep your word?”
"Don't tell me you want to snatch something from a child?”
Fu Su, Wang Jian, and Dun Ruo immediately revealed awkward expressions when they finished speaking.
Her innocent and tender voice was a psychological blow that made people feel ashamed.
Snatch?
Do you know that if the news of this immortality medicine were to spread outside, the First Emperor would use all the power of the country to obtain it!
Who didn't want to live forever?
Wang Jian swallowed the beef in his mouth when he thought of this. He sighed,"Sigh, Little Lord, don't joke with His Majesty. This Immortal Medicine is of great significance. No one knows about it now. If the news spreads, you will be in great danger.”
If the news that the Little Lord had immortal fruits that could prolong his life got out, many people would go crazy.
At that time, even his identity as the youngest son of the First Emperor would probably be useless!
It was safer to put the Ginseng Fruit in His Majesty's hands. Even if others had the intention, they would not have the ability or courage to snatch it.
"That's right, it's too dangerous to leave the Ginseng Fruit in your hands.”
"What do you want? You can pick any item from the national treasury.”
Although it was embarrassing to ask for something from his youngest son, Brother Zheng still spoke.
Ying Zimo's face was full of innocence, and the words that came out of his mouth made him even angrier.
"No, that big baby smells so good. I have to smell it every time before I go to sleep.”
Smelling it before sleeping?
This ridiculous reason made Ying Zheng's mouth twitch.
The immortal fruit of longevity, and you're using it to help sleep?
Even a reckless waste of a heavenly treasure wouldn't do such a thing!
Everyone was defeated by this reason.
He was about to speak again.
Ying Zimo rolled his big eyes, patted the small cloth bag, and said smilingly,"
"Although I can't give the big treasure to Imperial Father for the time being, I can still let you smell it first.”
"But I have a few requests.”
Taking the Ginseng Fruit from him?
In fact, the Ginseng Fruit had always been in the small cloth bag.
Hmph, the Fat Otaku Happy Hundred Treasure Purse was a product of the system. Unless he was willing, no one could take out the things inside.
Even the national treasury could be robbed.
There was no safer place in the world than his.
The Ginseng Fruit could prolong one's life with just a sniff. Before giving it to Brother Zheng, he still had to give it to his subordinates.
Anyway, after Brother Zheng smelled the Ginseng Fruit, he could live for a few more decades. He was not in a hurry.
Sniff it?
Ying Zheng recalled that the reason why Wang Jian had regained his youth was because he had smelled this Ginseng Fruit.
Smelling it first could also solve the urgent problem!
As for getting the Ginseng Fruit, he could think of another way later. There would always be a chance. When Zimo got tired of it, he might just give it to him directly?
"What other requests do you have? You can't go too far."
Ying Zheng asked unhappily.
"First Imperial Father, Zimo wishes to continue supervising the country.”
"It's fun to be in charge of the country."
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