Madam, let's steam buns together

Not to mention, the wound medicine applied by wolfberries to He Banxian was extremely effective. When he just finished wiping his face and was about to wipe his neck, He Banxian obviously felt that the swelling and pain on his face had subsided a lot.

Gently raise your hand to feel it, it's not an illusion, it's really a lot of swelling.

"Wow, your ointment is very powerful!" Already having a premonition that he would recover soon, He Banxian's tone was a little excited.

The corners of Wolfberry's mouth turned up, and his tone became more proud: "This is an ointment formulated by my young master himself. The effect of this medicine is naturally different from that of ordinary wound medicine outside."

He Banxian quietly took another look at Zhang Huaruo, and said in surprise, "Your young master can not only take the pulse, but also dispense medicine by himself?"

Wolfberry noticed He Banxian's small eyes, moved his footsteps, and successfully blocked He Banxian's sight: "My young master's medical skills are learned from Ye Yixian."

Ye Wentian, who has never heard of Ye Yixian's name!

Although He Banxian also gave himself the word "immortal", but it can't be compared with the reputation of Ye Yixian who saved lives and healed the wounded. He blushed and felt a little ashamed.

Lycium barbarum wanted to say something more, but Zhang's father coughed, obviously reminding Lycium barbarum to stop talking, Lycium barbarum closed his mouth, and stuffed the medicine bottle into He Banxian's hand: "Go back and apply it yourself! "

He has already helped He Banxian apply the face and neck. As for the injuries on other parts, let He Banxian do it by himself.

At this time Zhang Huaruo had recovered as before, he stood up and was about to go back to the house, and before leaving, he asked He Banxian to eat lighter meals for these two days.

At the same time, discuss with Zhang's father: "Father, let He Banxian live here for the next two days, so as not to be bullied by those people again after he goes out."

After all, it was because of his precious son that He Banxian was implicated in this state. Zhang's mansion was indeed responsible. Zhang's father did not refuse, and asked the old housekeeper to arrange a guest room for He Banxian, and asked He Banxian to stay in the prime minister's mansion first. Raise it well before leaving.

Waiting for Zhang Huaruo to leave, Father Zhang secretly pulled the old housekeeper and whispered: "Which guest room in our house is the farthest from Hua Ruo's house, and the furthest one, let him live in it."

The old butler nodded his head clearly and promised to do things safely, so Father Zhang left with a smile.

At noon that day, He Banxian enjoyed the special light lunch that Zhang's father specially confessed to the kitchen to provide him with, a bowl of white rice, plus three dishes and one soup.

——Three dishes are really three dishes: stir-fried green vegetables, fried cabbage, and fried pickles. As for one soup, it is a large bowl of soup with green vegetables, cabbage, and pickles.

He Banxian raised his head and looked around. Seeing that the house had been cleaned up just now, and there was still some dilapidated houses, he was very sure that he was targeted by Prime Minister Zhang!

Damn, the dignified prime minister has such a small mind!

Who said that the prime minister's stomach can hold a boat, let alone a boat in the stomach of Prime Minister Zhang, it can't even hold a sesame seed!

It is obvious that the young master deliberately set up this situation without telling Prime Minister Zhang, but Prime Minister Zhang vented his dissatisfaction on him. Although he did not treat him too harshly, he is now a wounded person, and there is no oil or water in the food. It was too miserable for him.

As for why Zhang's father did this?There is no way, although he knows that everything is his precious son's idea, and He Banxian is just a participant who takes money to do things, but Zhang's father is completely reluctant to blame his son, so he can only secretly teach He Banxian a little lesson, so as to calm himself down dissatisfaction.

When the old housekeeper brought people to collect the leftovers, He Banxian reminded him cheekily: "Although the young master said to let me eat lightly, it doesn't have to be so lightly. This way the injury will not be easy to heal quickly, so I will inevitably spend more time at the house." Stay for a while."

The old butler told Prime Minister Zhang exactly what He Banxian had said, and the prime minister waved his hand. In He Banxian's dishes that night, every plate of stir-fried dishes was filled with an extra food with plenty of oil and water.

The dishes are exactly the same as the ones at noon, except that there is a small piece of pigskin added.

A small piece of pigskin the size of a fingernail.

He Banxian felt that he could now be quite sure that he was really targeted by Prime Minister Zhang!

He Liao is used to the oily flowers on weekdays, and he can bear a full vegetarian meal, but this second meal is no matter what he can't lift his chopsticks. In order to eat in one bite, he stood up stubbornly and prepared to ask Prime Minister Zhang to ask for it a statement!

... By the way, go to the prime minister's table for a meal, there must be a lot of delicacies.

The old butler took care of him as a poor wounded patient, and no one really stopped him, so He Lie easily broke into Zhang Xieyi's eating place.

As soon as I entered, I was dumbfounded, because on the dining table in front of Zhang Xieyi, there was only a plate of green fried bitter gourd, and a bowl of clean white rice without any additions.

Zhang Xieyi raised a face full of bitterness and hatred, looked at He Liao who was at the door, picked up a slice of bitter gourd with his chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, the expression on his face became more sad, while Ask him: "Why?"

He Liao took a few steps back in fright: "You... you just eat this?"

"Oh." Zhang Xieyi sighed heavily, picked up another piece of bitter gourd, with a sad face, "I think that my son will get married soon, and my heart is bitter. Only when my mouth is more bitter can I be happy." Make me feel better."

He Liao was dumbfounded, until now he was finally sure that Prime Minister Zhang was a serious love child maniac!

Looking at the dish that made his mouth taste bitter just by looking at it, He turned and left without looking back.

That's all, in fact, the stir-fried vegetables are quite delicious. Isn't there an extra piece of pigskin on top? Maybe the taste tonight will be different because of that little piece of pigskin.

So comforting herself, He Liao walked back to her room quickly.

Confirming that the person had gone far away, Zhang Xieyi continued to sigh heavily as before, while silently reaching out to the small wooden stool under the table.

Taking out the fatty intestines, sauced meat, etc. hidden there, Zhang Xieyi muttered in a low voice: "It's not good if it's too bitter.

Eat a little bit of sweetness for your heart, so as not to add to the bitterness. "

In the next few days, although Yang Dabao had been delivering buns to the Prime Minister's Mansion every day, he didn't go in again, he just delivered the buns and left.

On this day, Zhang Huaruo took a nap in the afternoon and lay down on the beauty's couch to take a nap.

A thin bouquet of calming incense was lit in the house, and the straight smoke gradually faded from the light, and gradually dissipated in the air. It seemed to disappear, but it could make people smell the elegant smell and help people fall asleep.

The decoration of this side room is a little particular, full of poetic and picturesque beauty.

There are many masterpieces of famous artists on the wall, and some of them are Zhang Huaruo's handwriting, but they are not inferior to those masters. If Zhang Huaruo's name is not clearly written on the lower left handwriting, if they are not complete, they will be mistaken for masters of calligraphy and painting. work.

Turning my gaze to this side, the warm afternoon sun poured in through the window, Zhang Huaruo was half lying on the couch, half asleep and half awake.

The luxurious beauty couch is paired with Zhang Huaruo's lazy sleeping posture, revealing a bit of elegance and leisure.

Gou Qizi, who was walking into the room quickly, saw this scene, and couldn't help slowing down, hesitated for a few seconds, turned around carefully, and prepared to leave quietly, not wanting to wake up Zhang Huaruo who was taking a nap.

Thick and slender eyelashes flew upward leisurely, Zhang Huaruo opened his eyes, raised his hand and yawned lightly, and called Wolfberry: "What's the matter?"

If nothing happened, Wolfberry would never walk into the house with such eager steps.

Seeing that Zhang Huaruo was awake, Gouqizi turned around and told Zhang Huaruo: "Young Master, Ye Yixian came to see you, and he is waiting in the outer room."

Zhang Huaruo's drowsy eyes lit up, he quickly put on his coat, and happily ran down from the steps. Sure enough, in the outer room, he saw an old man sitting there proudly, and shouted happily: "Master!" !"

Hearing Zhang Huaruo's shout, Ye Wentian turned his face and stood up, looked up and down at Zhang Huaruo's current height and posture, with smile lines all over the corners of his eyes: "I haven't seen you in half a year, I seem to have grown taller, and a little fatter."

Zhang Huaruo disagreed and said, "No way."

But after touching Ye Wentian's "Are you sure?" expression, he immediately lost his battle, looked down at his hands, and muttered, "Maybe I have eaten a little bit more recently, but there are not many, it is impossible to eat Fat."

Lycium barbarum smiled and dismantled Zhang Huaruo: "Ye Yixian, you don't know that the young master's wedding is approaching recently, and his appetite has improved. He can eat a quarter more bowl of rice than before."

Zhang Huaruo gave Gojizi a reproachful look, Gojizi quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, shook his head to indicate that he stopped talking.

Ye Wentian laughed and said: "I've heard about this matter as a teacher, and the rumors outside are all talking about you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, but you have bad eyesight. You just picked a poor and white commoner."

"Isn't it good for ordinary people? Apart from my father's official position, our family is nothing but ordinary people." Zhang Huaruo immediately retorted.

Ye Wentian deliberately took a look at the wolfberry, and the wolfberry was very sensible, so he quietly retreated, leaving the house to Ye Wentian and Zhang Huaruo.

Ye Wentian sat down slowly, poured himself a cup of hot tea to moisten his throat, and then said again: "That's good, but I heard from your father that you seem to like that child very much. He is just like a young boy who has just conceived spring."

Zhang Huaruo smiled lightly: "I think Daddy told you that I chose this person myself, so I naturally like it. Since I like it, it's inevitable."

Ye Wentian interrupted him: "Is it because of what my teacher told you before? Judging by your father's attitude, he doesn't seem to know..."

Before he could say the words, Ye Wentian was shocked by Zhang Huaruo's eyes for a moment and fell silent.

Zhang Huaruo had been lowering his head and thinking of words, but when he heard Ye Wentian mention that matter, he seemed to want to tell Zhang's father and let him know, so he raised his head and looked at Ye Wentian. It is enough to show Zhang Huaruo's firm attitude.

Ye Wentian raised his teacup to hide his guilty conscience at the moment: "As a teacher... as a teacher, I didn't say that I planned to tell your father about that matter. Without your consent, as a teacher, I will not tell the second person."

Zhang Huaruo smiled slightly, his complexion softened, as if the look in his eyes just now was just an illusion: "Master, don't worry, Hua Ruo has a sense of proportion."

Ye Wentian sighed softly, feeling really sorry for this child: "I don't know you as a teacher, no matter how much you like that child, you can never show it so obviously, look at the attitude of medlar and your father, you It is clearly intended to convince them that you like that child very much, so that they can feel at ease, so that they can hand you over to that child."

Master seemed to have seen through his own thoughts, Zhang Huaruo smiled slightly: "At least I really like him quite a bit."

"If you weren't sure that you wouldn't wrong yourself, you wouldn't just find someone you didn't like, do you think a teacher would sit down and talk to you so calmly?" Ye Wentian shook his head, "You child, since you can't It’s so worry-free, it’s so worry-free.”

Zhang Huaruo was amused: "Master, why do you speak inconsistently?"

Ye Wentian glared at him, but his eyes were full of the elder's doting on the junior, no matter how stubborn the junior was, he would pamper him: "Don't pretend you don't understand, you know what the teacher is talking about."

Speaking of this, Zhang Huaruo couldn't continue to pretend to be confused, and the smile on his face gradually faded: "This is the most gentle way I can think of."

"Okay, okay, let's not mention this matter. I came here as a teacher to see more of your smiling face, not to argue with you. As a teacher, I can't give you any advice on this matter. Before you were a teacher, you couldn't think of what you are doing now. , After thinking about it, I think it's really not bad, but..."

Ye Wentian thought about it and said, "Are you going to keep hiding it from your father and everyone who cares about you?"

Zhang Huaruo looked away, which was a sign of a little guilty conscience: "When the time comes, I will naturally say it."

"Oh, blame me, why did you bring this up again after you didn't mention it? Let's talk about something else. I heard that the little emperor came that day? Heh, I happened to be away from Chang'an City those days as a teacher, otherwise I could go to the mansion to have a look. The little emperor's deflated expression is actually a pleasure."

Ye Wentian gritted his teeth when talking about the little emperor, which shows that he dislikes the little emperor very much.