In the afternoon, I returned to the palace in a small sedan chair. I entered the main hall and slapped the table: "Here comes someone!"
A bunch of people were following behind me, standing in a row with their hands hanging down while shouting. I sat down on the chair and said, "Where's Uncle Zhong? Call Uncle Zhong!"
Five or six people responded, and the frightened Uncle Zhong stood in front of me. I held the tea bowl and waved my hand: "From today on, we will start decorating the palace with red lanterns and the like. Your Majesty, I want to get a wife!"
The group of people were stunned for two seconds, and all shouted: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, Congratulations, Your Majesty." Uncle Zhong's reaction was slow, and his voice was three beats later than the others, forming a small duet-like mix. .
I snorted: "Congratulations! Damn it, just thinking about it makes me angry!"
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