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Chapter 552 Her Royal Highness the Ordinary Princess

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    Yang Biao was scolded by his mother, Ma, and said aggrievedly: "But, mother, that benefactor is not in Xishan."

    "You're coming back if you're not in Xishan?" Ma was even more angry: "You piece of shit, you're really a wolf-hearted person. Don't even know what you are. You're a piece of shit, and I'm like this old lady. How can you do that?"  Living and having today are all given by your benefactor. Don¡¯t think that if you become some bullshit new Amber, your tail can reach the sky. Without your benefactor, you are nothing. You take off your clothes and come here today.  If I don¡¯t teach you a lesson, as a mother, I don¡¯t know when I will meet the King of Hell. If I don¡¯t teach you a lesson now, who will teach you when I die?¡±

    Yang Biao was upright and took off his shirt without hesitation.

    Ma didn't hesitate, she picked up the stick and slapped him on the back.

    Snapped¡­¡­

    This stick goes into the meat.

    Yang Biao groaned, it hurt, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent, leaving a mark behind him.

    "Are you sensible?"

    "I understand!"

    "What do you know?"

    Yang Biao said: "As a human being, you must remember gratitude."

    Snapped!

    Another stroke of the stick.

    Mrs. Ma was a little trembling, but she was not polite at all: "What kind of favor do you remember?"

    "Remember the life-saving grace of my benefactor, and the grace of reinvention!"

    "Just remember." Ma used all his strength and hit his back with the stick again.

    Yang Biao¡¯s painful forehead was dripping with cold sweat: ¡°You¡¯ve forgotten and you¡¯re still beating me?¡±

    "I don't remember enough!"

    He was slapped seven or eight times in a row.

    Ma himself was already exhausted.

    Yang Biao¡¯s back was covered with bruises.

    Fortunately, he was young and strong, so he survived. He knelt at Ma's feet and said, "Mother, are you comfortable? My son has remembered it."

    Ma sat down panting, looking at Yang Biao, with a bit of heartache in his eyes, but with a sullen face: "What do you know next?"

    "When my benefactor comes to Xishan, I will go to thank him immediately. How about taking one of my chickens with me?"

    Ma gnashed her teeth angrily: "Who cares about your chicken? Who is your benefactor? He is nothing. I need a chicken from you? You are a good thing."

    Yang Biao scratched his head: "No, the last time I met my benefactor, I saw a chicken in Xishan, and his eyes shone."

    Ma Shi angrily slapped Yang Biao on the face: "Bah! A dog-like thing, his benefactor has benefited the world, and he has the country in his heart. He is a fairy-like figure!"

    Yang Biao is starting to doubt life, right?  Is that so?

    Ma said: "You go to thank your benefactor with a grateful heart. Don't walk. Kneel all the way. Also, if you arrange for your benefactor behind your back next time, I, a mother-in-law, will just pretend that there is no such thing."  Do you remember your son?"

    "I remember it." Yang Biao said hurriedly: "My son has already remembered it."

    Ma finally breathed a sigh of relief.

    The eunuch stood aside and was so frightened that he peed.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? saluted to Ma in awe, "Slave no, our errand is over. Madam, farewell, farewell."

    Fleeing in despair.

    At noon, someone said that the prince and Fang Jifan had arrived at the Zhenguo Mansion in Xishan. Yang Biao was a little hungry and wanted to eat. His wife Liu looked at Ma, who glared at him, and Yang Biao said: "I  Let¡¯s go see my benefactor first.¡±

    He was also unambiguous. He knelt down after walking out of the threshold. The newly appointed new Amber, Qianhu Official of Feiqiu Camp, knelt down all the way. The road here was paved with bluestone, but it was a little uneven, which made him feel uncomfortable.  Yang Biao's knees hurt. There were still several miles away from his home to the Zhenguo Mansion. Yang Biao grimaced in pain, but he continued to walk there on his knees.

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    Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao happily sat down in the government office of Zhenguo Mansion.

    This yamen hall is usually very deserted. Occasionally, Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao come, so it simply becomes a restaurant.

    "Anyway, Zhu Houzhao is not a man of rules, and Fang Jifan is not either.

    RulesRules are like faces, for some people, they are life.  But for some people, it is worthless.

    Zhu Houzhao belongs to the latter.

    What we ate today was good food. In addition to a bowl of large yellow croaker soup, it was a roast chicken and several plates of side dishes.

    Wen Yansheng asked the two of them to sit down and said with a smile: "This chicken is famous. After cleaning it, put the whole chicken into the stove and cook it. Add some sauce, a little salt, and nothing else. This chicken  cooking methods??¡±

    Queen Zhang found out that Zhu Houzhao, the clay monkey, was here, and said angrily: "You are so sneaky, aren't you afraid of scaring your sister?"

    Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "There is a Mr. Wen who is an excellent cook. The roast chicken he makes is even better. I thought about it and gave it to my mother and sister to try."

    With that said, he handed the lotus leaf bag to Gong E and asked Gong E to deal with it.

    "Sweaters are not knitted like this. I feel anxious just looking at you. Look at you, clumsy and frizzy, I can't stand it anymore."

    He grabbed Zhu Xiurong¡¯s needle and thread, held it, and with his hands flying, he knitted each knot of wool with familiarity: "Did you see it? Did you see it? It should be knitted like this, it makes me mad."

    Zhu Xiurong seemed to be hurt, her pretty face flushed slightly: "I knit it myself, and it's my fault if I don't knit it well."

    Zhu Houzhao seemed to have discovered something: "Hey, there is something weird about this sweater. Look, it is neither the size of my father nor the size of this palace. Sister, who are you knitting this for?"

    Zhu Xiurong was about to cry.

    "Stop crying, you will look ugly if you cry." Zhu Houzhao was startled and did not dare to provoke her again. He said obediently: "I was wrong. I don't dare to talk nonsense anymore. Sister, don't cry all the time. No wonder that old Fang said  You have an ordinary life and don¡¯t know beauty or ugliness.¡±

    Zhu Xiurong was silent for a moment, his tearful eyes narrowed, and he glanced at Zhu Houzhao: "You are talking nonsense!"

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