Daqin: The letter from home to encourage his father was intercepted by Yingzheng

Let them feel ashamed and ashamed to see others.

The level of these poems written by Xia An, even if they flatter them, they can't keep up! !

Seeing that everyone was scrambling for mooncakes, Xia An said loudly: "Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work!"

"Don't waste it! How many mooncakes you take, you have to eat all of them, otherwise, you will no longer be welcome at all grand events in the Dune Palace in the future!"

Grabbing mooncakes belongs to grabbing mooncakes, but you can't waste food! !

When everyone heard the words, the hands vying for 0.5 moon cakes all paused.

And at this moment, the youngest daughter of Li Yi's family, that "Xiao He just showed her sharp horns", took a plate of mooncakes into her arms!

"Hey, little girl, didn't you listen to what Xia Lang said? Don't waste it!!"

"You take so much, how can you eat it!!"

"Besides, haven't you already received a poem from Xia Lang, why are you grabbing something?"

The youngest daughter of Li Yi's family laughed smartly and said:

"Xia Lang's poems, who would think too much?"

"I can't eat so many mooncakes, but isn't my father still there?"

As she said, she took a bite out of the mooncake, and as soon as she saw that there was no note in it, she handed it to Li Yi.

There are more and more mooncakes in Li Yi's arms, and he has already reached the point where he can't finish them, but seeing his other daughters have to follow suit...

Li Yi's face turned green from fright! !

.......

Chapter 162 The moon is rising, the banquet is busy, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, Gan Niniang! !

The atmosphere at the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting is getting more and more enthusiastic.

People keep eating mooncakes with notes and poems.

"I got it! I got it!"

"Hahaha, luckily I didn't eat all day today!"

"After eating [-] mooncakes in a row, I finally got one!!"

"This poem says so..."

"The shadow of the candle on the mica screen is deep, the long river gradually falls and the dawn stars sink."

"Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and Bihai Qingtian is heartbroken every night."

"..."

"I got it too! I got it too!!"

"My song is..."

"Mu Yun collects all the coldness, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently."

"This life and this night are not good, where will the bright moon look next year?"

"..."

A dozen or so poems in a row were eaten out of the moon cakes.

Every song selected by Xia An is a masterpiece!

It makes Confucian students feel ashamed...

Later, they started drinking, trying to anesthetize themselves with alcohol.

then……

"The bright moon is rising and the banquet is busy, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, Gan Niniang!!"

"Xia Gongwei is so talented, the clown is me!"

"Confucian students bow down, Xia Lang can be called a saint!"

"I was so offended before, and Xia Lang slapped me in the face!"

"I must visit the Men's Court when I go, I'm going to leave day by day!"

"..."

All kinds of messy poems came out of their mouths, making Wang Jian laugh silly.

There are also those who want to leave day by day, but they are telling the truth! !

The wine in the Dune Palace is relatively strong, but it is distilled spirits.

These Confucian students drink for the first time, and each of them is not far from death...

It was lively until midnight, and everyone in the Dune Palace dispersed one by one.

Ladies and gentlemen, satisfied!

The male guest who came here made his stomach ache...

They are all the same as Li Yi, who doesn't have two unfilial daughters?

The Confucian students who came here, have already drank the fragments! !

One by one, they didn't even know what they were singing.

In fact, it's no wonder they are.

It's Xia An who is too perverted.

It's not like they haven't held poetry gatherings in normal times.

But it is already a blessing to be able to produce a good poem in a poetry meeting.

Most of the poems, in fact, will not leave famous pieces.

Who can be like that Xia An...

There are more than a dozen songs coming up!

And the first masterpiece, the first song is beyond the reach of Confucian students!

It's agreed, to compete with Xia An in writing and poetry.

The result was... a total defeat! !

Can Confucian students feel uncomfortable?

Isn't that good to drink?

Xia An didn't know what poems they sang...

He was dragged away by Lu Ying and Xiao Taohong just in the middle of the poetry meeting.

Lu Ying wanted to drill into the grove, saying that it was the most romantic place under the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Xiao Taohong said that it would be the most exciting to put a jade rabbit next to it on the moon! !

Of course Xia An was satisfied! !

Just after having fun, Princess Huayang came to the door.

She doesn't care about the situation, she wants to go straight to the point.

But before it even started, Xia An actually heard the sound of sound sleep...

In order to prepare for the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, he has been exhausted for the past few days.

Just now, she became a confidant with Lu Ying again, and discussed with Xiao Taohong what she has learned in her life...

Didn't Xia An fall asleep from exhaustion?

Princess Huayang has a resentful look on her face! !

He could only tuck in the quilt for Xia An, lest he catch a cold and leave alone.

As soon as she left, Xia An opened one eye...

Although he can also be the Seventh Man, in order to ensure comfort, it is best not to exceed twice a day!

In this way, if we do this kind of activity in the future, won't we have to do it for a month?

Otherwise... not enough for those women to sleep?

Cough cough! !

Xia An has already rested secretly, and in Xianyang Palace, the First Emperor Yingzheng is also holding a grand Mid-Autumn Festival!

It is different from the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in the Dune Palace...

The Mid-Autumn festival in Xianyang Palace is to worship the moon first.

As for the Moon Festival, Master Da Qin Fengchang, who is in charge of court etiquette, has already made a lot of preparations.

After a series of complicated sacrifices, the First Emperor Yingzheng invited all the ministers to a banquet.

There are three main types of food at a banquet.

Moon cakes are something that all the ministers have seen.

They also bought a lot.

But the other two are a bit novel! !

Especially the tofu...

As for the dumplings, the officials can still think of how to make them.

This method is simple, delicious to death! !

"As expected of Master Xia."

"Even studying food, you can be so proficient!"

"Isn't Confucianism emphasizing that one should never tire of food, and never tire of fine food?"

"In this regard, the Confucian students are afraid that they will suffer a crushing defeat!!"

All the ministers praised him, but looked at the first emperor Yingzheng with some resentment.

Finally, finally!

They finally knew what was written in Master Xia's family letter!

But it's not easy.

I don’t even know how many Suxiao Jiuxin Pills I’ve eaten! !

Those who know food are heroes... But why do they not know what tofu is at all?

They could smell the aroma of beans, and knew that this thing should be made of soybeans.

But how do the round beans come into such a shape?

When the ministers were puzzled, the First Emperor Yingzheng had already started reciting poems there. 103

"The beans are planted at the foot of the South Mountain, and the old pods are fresh in the frost and wind."

"Grinding and steaming jade milk, steaming and boiling clear springs."

"The color is crisper than earth, and the fragrance is stronger than stone marrow."

"The taste is more than beautiful, and the five foods should not be passed on."

All the ministers were amazed that it was indeed made of soybeans.

But how is it done?

Is it expensive?

Can the heads of Qin and Guizhou afford it?

These are the issues that the ministers of Great Qin are most concerned about!

The first emperor Yingzheng no longer whetted their appetites, but bluntly described the method of tofu! !

The ministers are happy.