How to Be a Male Queen

Chapter 106: February 2 Worship

【Xiaoshizi is disgusted】

The next day was March [-]th—the memorial day of the old Lingnan General.

It started to rain early in the morning, but fortunately, it was not heavy and did not affect travel.

His Highness Ping put on high-top thick-soled hiking boots and a coir raincoat, and turned his head to see Xiao Shizi competing with the pointed bamboo hat.

"Haohao, don't bother." Qin Yuan took the bamboo hat into his hand, and said in a warm voice, "If you become a wolf, I'll take you with you."

Xiao Shizi shook his head firmly, "No, I'm going to see my grandfather today. Originally, you found a man and that's enough. If the old man finds out that I'm not even a 'human', I don't know how to get angry." What is it like?"

Although these words were illogical, His Highness King Ping was heartbroken for a while.

He didn't say any more, instead he put on Xiaoshizi's clothes, changed his shoes, and walked out the door holding hands.

Occasionally, villagers wearing bamboo hats and coir raincoats passed by, and everyone rushed to greet Qin Yuan, with a respectful and respectful attitude, without any panic.

Such a serious person as His Royal Highness King Ping can get along with the common people under his rule like this—Jian Hao believes more and more that if he can become emperor, he will definitely dump Qin Shengbadaojie.

Thinking of this, Xiao Shizi Jian suddenly realized a problem - after His Royal Highness King Ping became the emperor, wouldn't he be the emperor's husband? !

What should others call him?

Husband?

The image of civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty kneeling in the main hall flashing in his head, shouting "Long live the emperor, long live, long live", is simply very cool!

Jian Xiaoshizi was immersed in his fantasy, shaking his shoulders involuntarily, and laughed "hehehehe".

His Royal Highness Ping heard such a devilish laughter, and asked curiously: "What did Haohao think of, so happy?"

Jian Xiaoshi showed a smirk, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "You must be the emperor!"

His Royal Highness Ping Wang paused, and then said: "If Haohao wishes..."

"I hope! I hope!" Jian Xiaoshi raised his hands.

"Okay." His Highness King Ping solemnly promised.

Xiaoshi Jian hugged the arm of His Royal Highness Prince Ping, feeling silly for a while.

In the drizzling rain, both of them were wearing coir raincoats. When they were close together, the stiff coir raincoats were arched to the sides, which was not only uncomfortable, but also leaked rain. However, no one cared.

My grandfather's cemetery is on the hill.

A generation of famous generals, relatives of the emperor, the actual land of the emperor, Jian Hao originally thought it would be a huge cemetery, even if it was not comparable to the imperial mausoleum, it should be about the same as an ordinary marquis.

But in fact, it's not.

However, it is only one mu, and there are four tombs in total, surrounded by cypress trees, guarded by two rows of stone horses, adding a little bit of momentum.

Qin Yuan took out the fruit, wine and meat from the bamboo basket, placed them respectfully on the altar, and said in a low voice: "Grandfather Xima, before he died, he specially ordered that everything should be kept simple, and you only need to prepare this."

At this time, there were already fruits on the altar, as well as sacrificial cakes made of fine flour, more than one serving.

Doubt appeared in Jian Hao's eyes—isn't His Highness Prince Ping not living with other relatives?

"These were sent by the villagers." Qin Yuan took the initiative to explain, "My grandfather ruled the army strictly during his lifetime and protected one side, and my grandmother was even more generous. The people are grateful and come to worship every year."

It is rainy and humid, even if the paper money is soaked in tung oil in advance, it is still not easy to ignite.

Qin Yuan covered most of the brazier with bark, and only then did the flames emerge.

Jian Hao picked heavy ones from the offerings, cleverly placed them in front of the nearby grave, counting paper money like His Highness Ping Wang.

"That's my grandmother." Qin Yuan reminded.

Xiao Shizi called out "grandmother" softly, moved his mouth, but he didn't dare to say that he was the "husband" of His Royal Highness Prince Ping.

The little prince sucked on his red nose and whispered, "My name is Jian Hao. I will visit you today with His Royal Highness. If you are eating, if there is anything missing, I will tell the prince in a dream. Oh, of course, you can also tell me... "

"Grandfather, grandmother, Haohao is the princess of my grandson." Qin Yuan toasted in front of the grave, and solemnly introduced to the two old people.

Jian Xiaoshi wanted to refute, but seeing His Royal Highness Prince Ping's expression was not different from usual, he finally shut up.

It's just that there are inevitably some small emotions.

His Highness Prince Ping squeezed his hand, with a little intimacy in his movements.

Xiao Shizi tugged, but didn't pull back, so he stared at him.

His Highness Prince Ping stuffed a sweet fruit into his mouth.

Xiao Shizi chewed, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.Then thinking that this is a cemetery, he quickly suppressed his smile.

"It doesn't have to be like this, the elders definitely don't like us crying." His Highness Prince Ping pinched his ear and said warmly.

Only then did Jian Xiaoshi let out a sigh of relief, grinning and nodding.

His Highness Prince Ping led him to the two tombs at the back, pointed to the two tombstones and said, "This is the first aunt, and this is the second aunt."

"Is it the two who died while treating the plague?" Jian Hao asked in a low voice.

His Royal Highness Prince Ping nodded slightly.

Jian Xiaoshi was immediately in awe.

Accompanied by His Highness Prince Ping, he toasted the aunts, swept the graves, and removed the weeds around the graves. He didn't go down the mountain until he watched all the paper money burnt.

The weather was still the same as when it came, the wet and cold rain fell obliquely, without getting bigger or stopping.

The mountain road was slippery, and two figures, one tall and one short, walked hand in hand.

The pace is neither fast nor slow, neither hasty nor impatient, as if even if this goes on forever, you will never get bored at all.

***

After returning to the clinic, both of their clothes were wet.

There is no soup pool here, and soldiers usually bathe in the river behind the houses.

Jian Hao originally wanted to try it, but was ruthlessly suppressed by His Royal Highness Ping Wang.

Speaking of which, Qin Yuan was extremely tolerant towards him in most cases, and only when this kind of issue was involved would he be stingy and domineering.

Fortunately, Qushui was more thoughtful and had already prepared wooden barrels and hot water in advance.

Xiao Shizi Jian reluctantly took a bath, and when he came out, he was poured with spicy ginger soup.

I don't know if he drank too much, Xiao Shizi smelled the strong smell of ginger, and was so sick that he retched all the time.

The little emotions naturally came up again.

"Go away, I don't want to be in the same room with you." Xiao Shizi sulked on the bed with his wet curly hair on his face.

His Royal Highness Prince Ping took a dry cloth towel, and gently but not refusing to put it on the dodging head.

"What would Haohao want for lunch?"

Xiao Shizi froze his head back and forth, struggled for only three seconds, and then said confidently: "Fried frogs with spicy peppers, fried chicken balls with clams, fried pig ears with five-spice beans, duck intestines with double peppers, lettuce wraps with clams — that's not right. , I already have clam meat, let’s replace it with cloud fungus and stir-fried earth squid—that’s all for the time being.”

"Do you want glutinous rice and lotus root balls?" His Highness Prince Ping had a faint smile on his lips.

Xiao Shizi gritted his teeth and smashed the jar, "Yes!"

His Royal Highness Ping Wang turned towards the door and said indifferently: "Have you written it all down?"

Through the bamboo curtain, Qu Shui raised his voice and replied: "Remember, I'll tell the stove to do it right now, the portion must be ready!" His tone was more attentive than usual.

He was the one who brought in the bowl of ginger soup just now, after Xiao Shizi was poured down, even he hated it.

Qu Shui has long realized the way to survive in Prince Ping's Mansion—it is better to offend the master than the second master.

So, he quickly seized the opportunity to please.

Xiao Shizi snorted, turned his head away again, and turned his face to the wall.