I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Yan Zheng looked at Yan Qiao's eyes dangling between him and Han Yi, and he didn't care about it for a moment.

It was a sense of superiority that had the chance to win. Perhaps Yan Zijian and Jiang Buwei liked Yan Qiao more than him, and even the servants or concubines in the palace liked Yan Qiao more, but only Han Yi , is not the case.

Thinking of this, he looked at Han Yi even more tenderly.

He didn't pay attention to Yan Qiao's scrutiny, and Han Yi didn't care even more. Now his mind is full of taking Yan Zheng to see new things.

He smiled and said, "It's cold to see the ice sculptures, right? Let's go, I'll take you to a warm place.

Yan Zheng thought that he was going to enter the house, and he was still a little reluctant to leave. He wanted to watch it for a while, but when he thought of Han Yi's cold hands, he decided that it would be good to go to warm up first.

Anyway, the ice sculptures are here anytime you want to see them.

At this time, Yan Zijian also walked around and came back, and said with a smile: "I heard from a long distance that you are going to a warm place, let's go, it's really cold after staying here for a long time."

Han Yi smiled and led them all the way in. There are trees on both sides of this road, which are trees carved from ice. They are shining brightly against the firelight, as if stepping into a fairyland on earth.

Yan Zijian was amazed as he walked: "What's in your head? The things you make are always refreshing."

Han Yi thought it was natural, it had been developed for thousands of years, of course it was rare, but it was a pity that there were even more rare ones that couldn't be made out.

All the way to the end, gradually a house appeared in front of everyone.

After Yan Zijian saw the house, he felt a little uncomfortable: "This is the warm place you mentioned?"

Han Yi smiled and said, "How is it? Does it look good?"

Yan Zijian smiled wryly: "It looks good, but... isn't it made of ice? I'm afraid it will freeze into ice if you go in."

Yes, that house has the same carved beams and painted buildings as the main building of the Earl's Mansion. The only difference is that the walls, roof and even the roof beasts are made of ice.

Such a house is beautiful, but it is cold to look at.

When Han Yi said to go to a warm place just now, he thought it would be really warm!

Han Yi smiled and said, "You don't understand that, do you? In extremely cold areas, people there even build igloos to live in."

Yan Zijian walked inside and asked curiously, "Oh? Is there anyone living in an igloo?"

After entering the igloo, I don't know if it was his psychological effect, but he really felt that the inside of the igloo was warmer than the outside.

Moreover, the interior of the igloo was brightly lit, and he even found that there were various reliefs on the ice bricks on the walls, which looked quite special.

Han Yi led them inside and said, "Yes, because those places are very, very cold, so the igloo will warm you up instead."

"Why is that?" Lian Yanzheng was curious.

Han Yi took them for a stroll and said, "Because the igloo is not ventilated, don't you feel that there is no wind after entering?"

Of course, because the ice does not conduct heat, it can maintain the indoor temperature, but this is not easy to explain, so Han Yi didn't say much.

Yan Qiao on the side said, "That's because the house has no windows, right? A house like this built with bricks and stones is also airtight."

Han Yi smiled and nodded and said: "That's true, but that place, because it is too cold, the land is covered with a thick layer of ice for most of the year, even if there is no ice, the land is still frozen." State, so it is difficult to obtain these materials, but ice is easier to obtain."

Yan Zijian and the others were all fascinated by what they heard, except for Yan Zheng, they had never even been to the country of Yan, and the coldness of the country of Yan was not as cold as that of places further north.

So it is impossible to imagine how people live in such a world of ice and snow.

After Han Yi finished explaining, he pushed open an ice door and said, "Okay, it's cold, let's have a supper."

After entering, it is indeed a restaurant, but this restaurant is very special, it looks like even the sitting scale and food table are made of ice sculptures.

As soon as Yan Zijian frowned, Han Yi smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, these are made of crystal."

No matter how frantic Han Yi was, it was impossible for everyone to sit on the ice and eat. After this meal, one by one would freeze to death.

After letting Yan Zijian sit on the table, Yan Zheng and Yan Qiao also took their seats.

Yan Zijian smiled and said, "I want to see what new tricks you have come up with."

Han Yi slapped his hands, and a dozen girls immediately filed in from the outside, and the first few were carefully holding a... tripod?

Yan Zijian looked at the thing that looked like a tripod but not a tripod in front of him, and asked very strangely: "What is this?"

Although the shape is very similar to the tripod, there is a chimney-like thing in the middle of this thing, and you can still see burning carbon when you look inside.

There is also soup in the tripod, probably because of the carbon, the soup is in a state of boiling, and there is a special aroma.

Han Yi smiled and said, "This one, I call it hot pot."

"Hot pot?" Yan Zijian asked: "It's the image, um, these... are all raw food?"

Han Yi said: "Yes, you can put what you want in this, and take it out after it is cooked. There are also different sauces that you can dip it in. Do you want to taste it?"

This way of eating is really unusual for Yan Zijian. He pointed to the mutton in front of him, and immediately a maid stepped forward to pick up a piece with chopsticks and put it into the pot.

Yan Zijian saw that the mutton slices were so thin that the light could even faintly pass through when picked up.

After the maid pinched the chopsticks and scalded the mutton in the boiling soup a few times, the mutton was already cooked.

The maid put the mutton into Yan Zijian's bowl, and Yan Zijian picked it up and took a bite, feeling the warmth from his mouth to his heart.

After shopping for a long time and drinking the cold wind for a long time, eating a hot pot in the igloo is really a very pleasant thing.

Yan Zijian started to move his chopsticks, and others can naturally do the same.

Han Yi couldn't help but feel very proud when he watched the father and son remove a bunch of CDs very quickly while studying how to eat.

He knew that no one can stop the charm of hot pot, if there is, it must be that the recipe is not good enough.

When he asked someone to make a pot, he still chose the old Beijing copper pot after deliberation. After all, this pot is very suitable for single use, and the charcoal fire is also easier to control.

The only pity is that there is no chili these days. He always felt that the spiciness of cornel was a bit strange, so he didn't make mandarin duck pot.

So in the end, he put a lot of effort into the bottom of the pot, and the bottom of this pot is no worse than boiled cabbage soup.

While eating, Han Yi paid attention to asking his servants to replace the smoked cages around the father and son.

He chose to eat hot pot in the igloo for novelty, not to freeze people, so everyone has a smoker cage next to them. Although the temperature in the whole room is not very high because there is no floor heating, they can still enjoy it. Guaranteed.

In addition, the hot pot that he ate was warm enough, and the chill in his body was really dispelled after a while, and he even had a slight tendency to sweat.

After this meal, Han Yi didn't dare to let them stay in the igloo any longer, and took them directly to another connected Zhuangzi.

This Zhuangzi has also been carefully decorated, and the whole is submerged in the lanterns. There are all kinds of lanterns in various shapes, and there are even revolving lanterns!

When Yan Zijian saw the lantern slipping away, he was very surprised. He walked over and asked, "This lantern...why is it turning?"

Han Yi said with a smile: "This lamp is turning inside, and each lamp is a small story. If the king is interested, you can take a closer look."

Yan Zijian looked at them one by one, becoming more and more amazed, and the further he went inside, the bigger the lanterns became, until finally a lantern half the height of a person appeared.

Yan Zijian turned his head and asked, "What kind of lamp is this?"

Han Yi said, "Pan Chi Lantern."

The name of the revolving horse lantern comes from the fact that in ancient times, this kind of lamp was painted with generals riding horses, and when it turned, you chased each other, so it was called a revolving horse lantern.

However, these lamps made by Han Yi have various shapes, and the most common ones are in the shape of two or two coils of Pan Chi, so another name in history, Pan Chi, was used.

After muttering a few words, Yan Zijian said with a smile, "It's only because of your ingenuity that a single lantern can play so many tricks."

Yan Qiao smiled and said, "But the Lantern Festival is only interesting if there are lantern riddles."

Han Yi slapped his hands and said, "Coincidentally, there are lantern riddles. In the garden over there, all the lanterns have lantern riddles. If you guess correctly, you will be rewarded!"

Yan Zijian was not interested in guessing lantern riddles at first, but he was surprised that Han Yi would come up with something new, so he followed him to have a look.

The lanterns in that yard were quite satisfactory, and each had a wooden sign with a riddle on it.

Yan Qiao rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'm going to get the reward!"

Yan Zijian also took a wooden sign and took it down.

Han Yi naturally followed Yan Zheng, and then saw Yan Zheng dragging a piece off, and then he was taken aback—there were seven words on the wooden sign, but the seven words were all the same, that is, read.

The answer to the riddle is to guess three words.

Han Yi glanced at it, oh well, he originally prepared this riddle for Moqiu. Recently, Moqiu seemed to have fallen in love with a young lady from a certain family, but he was embarrassed to say so, so Han Yi thought about giving him a riddle through the lantern riddle. Chance.

Originally, Moqiu and the others could come here to play today, but Yan Zheng wouldn't care too much anyway.

In the end, who knew that Yan Zijian was here, so Mo Qiu and the others naturally had to wait until tomorrow.

Yan Zheng looked at the words "guess" written on it, and was at a loss for a moment, even if he couldn't figure out what it was?

Yan Zheng didn't bite the bullet and continued to think, but turned to look at Han Yi and asked, "What's the answer to this mystery?"

Han Yi teased him and said, "Are you sure you want me to give the answer? If I give the answer, there will be no reward."

Of course Yan Zheng didn't care about those rewards, he just smiled and said, "I can't guess, I can't guess, this is too difficult."

Han Yi responded, "Well, this one is a bit difficult."

Originally, there was a hint for this question to guess the name of the word card, but these days the poems are still immature, and the word is not known where it is.

This riddle was originally given to Mo Qiu by him. Mo Qiu knew the answer, so naturally it was not difficult or difficult to explain.

Han Yi said casually: "The answer to this mystery is Sauvignon Blanc."

"Sauvignon Blanc?" Yan Zheng's heart moved after hearing this, and he glanced at Han Yi, thinking that Han Yi might be telling him something implicitly.

They were separated for so long before, isn't it just Sauvignon Blanc?

Han Yi thought he didn't understand, so he explained: "You see, these words are all longing thoughts. Long-term missing is not long-term lovesickness."

As he was talking, he also said in passing: "Long lovesickness, long lovesickness, short lovesickness, endless love."

After hearing this, Yan Zheng's mood was agitated, and he almost forgot where each other's identities were. He stretched out his arms to wrap Han Yi's waist, hugged him in his arms, and said softly, "I know everything."

Han Yi:? ? ? ?

What do you know?

He looked at Yan Zheng's face in a daze, getting closer and closer, so close that the two breathed and heard each other.