After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Zhao Yan's gaze fell into the food box, and his gaze sank.

"Perhaps, after listening to what I said next, General Xi will not ask for the so-called reasons."

Xiyun frowned, vaguely feeling that there might finally be an answer to something he had sat on all night and hadn't figured it out.

Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

In the past, this was a bad premonition he would only have when a big war was coming.

"As long as it's not a false statement, I'm all ears."

Xiyun put down the tea bowl and said slowly.

Chang Ling woke up after not sleeping for a long time. After looking around but seeing Zhaoyan, he asked Qingluan who was guarding the palace: "Auntie, what time is it?"

Qingluan was resting at the desk with her hands on her forehead, when she suddenly heard Chang Ling's voice, she immediately stood up with a jolt, and said pleasantly, "The young master is awake? Are you hungry? This servant will bring food over immediately."

Before Zhao Yan left, he specifically explained to her that Chang Ling didn't eat a few bites for breakfast, if he woke up halfway, he would probably wake up from hunger.

Chang Ling shook his head and asked the time again.

Qingluan said: "It's still early, when it's just over, the young master can sleep for a while."

time.

Chang Ling looked sideways at the sky that had just lit up outside the window, and his mind was blank and dazed for a moment.

It turned out that he had only slept for half an hour, but the dream seemed to last as long as a lifetime.Moreover, it is a long-lost relaxation.

"What is the young master thinking?"

Seeing the young master silently staring out of the window in a daze, without saying a word, Qingluan asked worriedly.She was afraid that Chang Ling would be disappointed because of the unfavorable ending of Bohui last night, so she gritted her teeth and said angrily: "The old man deserves to die, how have you allowed the demon queen, son and subordinates to bully the young master these years? Keep it in mind. The young master just picked on his tendons and hamstrings, and didn't take his life. This is the most benevolent. If I were to be a slave, I would cut off his hands and feet and make him a human pig to relieve my hatred. If you live for a lifetime, don't just try The young master doesn't need to worry about this matter. No matter what other people think, the servant will always stand by the young master's side."

Chang Ling regained his senses because of her generous statement, but asked something irrelevant: "Can aunt make Bazhen soup?"

The boy's pupils are black and pure, like a puddle of water, quiet and well-behaved, a look Qingluan hasn't seen for a long time.This reminded Qingluan of the young master she often saw a long time ago when she was a little maidservant next to the fox queen Jiang Yin, pure and happy, carefree.

Qingluan's eyes were a little sour, and he said with a smile: "That's the servant's specialty dish. The young master didn't eat it much before, so he didn't make it often. Does the young master want to eat Bazhen soup? This servant will do it now."

Chang Ling shook his head, still looked at her obediently and earnestly, and said, "I want to learn."

Qingluan was taken aback, a little suspicious that she had heard wrong.

"Young Master...want to learn how to make Bazhen Soup?"

Chang Ling nodded, put on his shoes and socks, got out of bed wrapped in a cloak, and said, "Let's go to the dining room."

After speaking, he went out of the hall first.

Although Qingluan couldn't hold back her strangeness, she felt that the young master's behavior was really unbelievable. Seeing this, she could only suppress her confusion and hurriedly followed.

Bazhen soup sounds simple, but it wants to make authentic taste, but the ingredients are very sophisticated and complicated.

It took Qingluan a cup of tea time to prepare all the ingredients, and as soon as she entered the dining room, she saw Chang Ling obediently sitting in front of the stove waiting for her, still staring out the window in a daze.

"let's do it."

The sudden strange feeling in his heart did not have time to break through, Chang Ling had already turned his head to look at her, rolled his eyes, and stood up.

Qingluan nodded, and first introduced all the ingredients and seasonings one by one.

Chang Ling memorized them one by one.

One of the two has superb culinary skills and skillful techniques, and the other is serious and focused in learning. With the blessing of Qingluan's ancestral Mo Xie spiritual fire, they cooked a pot of delicious and rich Bazhen soup in less than half an hour.

The soup is pure and pure milky white. Chang Ling looked at it for a moment, and then deliberately sprinkled a handful of green onion on the soup surface.

Qingluan laughed when he saw it, and said: "The essence of Bazhen Soup lies in the word umami, the pursuit of the umami taste of the ingredients itself, but very few people add chopped green onion. The young master's method is like drinking black-bone chicken soup."

Chang Ling sprinkled the last grain seriously, and said, "He likes it."

After sprinkling the chopped green onion, Chang Ling tasted it and added a teaspoon of salt.

Qingluan thought that the young master had developed a heavy taste in the western region, so he just smiled and watched, and didn't stop him.It wasn't until Chang Ling finished adding the seasoning, carefully poured the soup into the porcelain basin, covered it and put it in the food box, that he suddenly understood.

Young master, this soup was not made for himself.

Chang Ling carried the food box all the way back to the palace, put the food box on the food table, and said to Qingluan: "When he comes back, let him drink while it's hot. After drinking... let him go back."

"Yes."

No matter how slow Qingluan was, he would realize who he was.

"and also,"

Chang Ling pursed the corner of his mouth, raised his head and said, "Thank you aunt and grandpa for taking care of me these years. Grandpa should have talked to aunt in detail about rebuilding Moye's foundry. In the dark compartment in the middle of the third shelf , I have the shop and the land deed that my mother gave me back then, if my aunt is not too hard-working, she can continue to operate it for my mother and use it as the initial capital of the foundry."

Qingluan's eyes turned red, and he said anxiously: "Young master and servant are talking about what to do, even if you really want to rebuild the foundry, without the young master in charge, how can the servant do it alone. The queen gave the servant's life, and the servant promised the queen , you must try your best to protect the young master with your life, even if you don't want that troublesome foundry, the slaves will never abandon the young master."

Chang Ling smiled lightly, and said, "I'm just afraid of forgetting, so I discussed it with my aunt in advance."

Chang Ling continued to lie back on the bed and went to sleep.Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief, and sat by the desk to watch as before. When it was close to noon, Zhaoyan came back.

Qingluan stood up and saluted, and said to Zhaoyan: "In the food box is the soup that the young master made for you. The young master said that after you finish drinking the soup, you can go back first."

Zhao Yan was startled, and when he opened the food box, he saw the Bazhen Soup sprinkled with chopped green onion. At first, he was pleasantly surprised, but then he thought of something, and his face suddenly changed.

"How long has this little thing been asleep?"

Qingluan said: "I've been sleeping since Chenshi until now..." After speaking, I suddenly realized that judging from Chang Ling's usual sleeping habits, the young master slept for a long time this time.

Zhao Yan had already strode to the bedside, looking at the boy's unusually peaceful sleeping face, he touched Chang Ling's forehead with trembling hands, and sure enough, it was as hot as carbon, extremely hot.

"Call the doctor quickly."

Zhaoyan's throat was so swollen that he couldn't speak, trembling for a long time, Fang managed to utter a few syllables.

Qingluan immediately ran outside the hall.

As soon as he went out of the palace gate, he found a figure standing upright in the courtyard, with his back to the gate and looking at the distant sky, motionless like a sculpture, it was actually Xiyun.