After dressing as a tyrant and cheap dad, I got pregnant with his cub

After bidding farewell to Yang Zhong, Song Yan was taken to his residence. The Dongwei room, located on the east side of Qin Zhen's sleeping hall, was a luxurious single room with tables, chairs, bedding, toiletries and all kinds of toiletries. The vat of steaming bath water was sprinkled with flower petals.

After the servant who brought Song Yan led Song Yan into the door, he said enthusiastically and enthusiastically, "Eunuch Song has worked hard to take care of the king these past few days. This slave should serve Eunuch Song to take a bath."

As he spoke, he was about to step forward to help Song Yan undress.

Song Yan quickly dodged and waved his hands and said, "Hey, hey, no need, you can go and do your work, I can do it myself."

The waiter enthusiastically persuaded him a few more words, but Song Yan repeatedly said no, so he gave up.

Song Yan sent the servant out and carefully closed the door. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief, then happily took off his clothes, ran to the steaming bath water, took a comfortable bath, and changed into clean new ones. Underwear, he threw himself into the big, neatly made soft bed, feeling that he had regained his new life, and was about to wrap himself in a quilt to sleep in the dark, when he heard a knock on the door.

Song Yan raised his head from the soft and comfortable quilt, turned around and asked, "Who is it?"

"Eunuch Song, it's me, Hong Chang!"

A crisp female voice came from outside the door.

Song Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then hurriedly responded: "Oh, just wait!"

Then he hurriedly got up from the bed, put on his coat and went to open the door.

Hong Chang was standing outside the door with a simple package on her back. When she saw Song Yan open the door, she raised her skirt and knelt down on her knees, and kowtowed firmly to Song Yan.

Song Yan was startled, and quickly reached out to help her: "Hey, sister Hongshang, what are you doing, get up quickly."

Hong Chang held Song Yan's hand and stood up, looked at him with red eyes, bit her lips and said, "I'm about to leave the palace, I'm here to thank Eunuch Song for saving his life, and say goodbye to Eunuch Song by the way."

Song Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, scratched his head in embarrassment and said with an embarrassed smile: "Oh, you are going out of the palace, and the journey is smooth, that's nothing, I just raised my hand, and you don't need to thank me."

"This is the jade pendant that my mother specially invited before I entered the palace. I asked the eminent monk to consecrate it for safety. The Song eunuch should keep it with me. If there is a place where the red dress is needed in the future, it can also be used by people." Take this jade pendant to Li Yufu's mansion in Wuchang Township, Changning County, and look for Hongshang, Hongshang will help wherever she can."

Hong Chang obviously didn't think so, she took a small piece of peace from her cuff and handed it to Song Yan.

Song Yan had other intentions at the time, and it wasn't just to save her. How could he accept this thank you gift, so he immediately declined it repeatedly, but Hong Chang was also stubborn, so he had to push Song Yan to accept it. Anxious eyes are red.

In the end Song Yan could only bite the bullet and accept it, and said that if he had the opportunity to go out of the palace in the future, he would definitely visit her and invite her to dinner to thank her for the gift of jade.

Only then did Hong Chang leave with red eyes.

Song Yan sent her out of the courtyard, and looked at her back with envy when she left the palace. He really wanted to leave the palace too. He is also an indecent tyrant, why is there such a big difference between this person and others?

Seeing Hong Chang disappeared, Song Yan went back to his room sullenly, took off his clothes and fell asleep in the dark. Someone came to call him to eat, but he didn't move. The next morning, he was hungry. His stomach was growling, so he reluctantly put on his clothes and got up, and went out to find something to eat.

At that time, it was already past the breakfast time in the palace, but Yang Zhong was a caring grandfather, and he specially asked someone to leave food for him, so Song Yan, who got up late, still had to eat, and he carried the leftovers for him. He went back to his place to eat the meal, and the housekeeper came to him during the meal, and he was unable to help him remove the bath tub from last night.

Song Yan thanked the people, and after dinner, he took the dirty clothes he took off last night to the yard to wash, and he was fine, but he didn't dare to go for a walk in the main hall, in case he accidentally bumped into Tyrant, what should I do with him again?But doing nothing, sitting in the house all the time is not a solution. After all, if you can hide from the first day of the junior high school, you can't hide from the fifteenth day.

Director Yang must not be able to rely on him anymore, not to mention whether it will be useful next time, whether people are willing to intercede for him, just say that people are willing, and he can't take advantage of people's kindness to him again and again, people to people His trust is limited, he cannot selfishly harm others because of himself.

"Your Majesty, didn't you have much breakfast this morning?"

"Drink a few mouthfuls of clear porridge with refreshing pickles."

"It stands to reason that it is true. In this hot day, don't say that the king is irritable and recovering from a serious illness because of the Queen Mother's affairs. His appetite is not good. Even we don't have much appetite to eat?"

"But it's not the way to go on like this, is it? How long has it been since the king had a good meal? How can the dragon body bear it? Director Yang's hair has turned gray because of this matter."

Song Yan was thinking about what he should do to save himself, when he saw two servants coming from the main hall of the bedroom talking and passing by his door, he had a flash of inspiration and had an idea.

As the saying goes, if you want to grab a man's heart, you have to grab a man's stomach. Of course, he didn't want to grab the tyrant's heart, but he wanted to please the tyrant.Qin Zhen didn't mean to say how much he really liked him. To put it bluntly, it was the king's unresistible barbaric spirit. He couldn't tolerate people disobeying him or disobeying him. Then he spent more time trying to please him and show his loyalty and obedience. I want to express my heart in a tactful way. I am actually very loyal and obedient, but I don’t want to be the kind of flatterer who seduces the king. Did he care about it?

Life is all about hope!Even if it's a daydream!That has to be done, otherwise what's the point of living!

As for whether he can catch the tyrant's stomach, as a new century human being who has experienced all kinds of Chinese and Western cuisines, Song Yan believes that he will be able to use his two-knife cooking skills to get rid of the old tyrant!Just so confident!

Thinking of this, Song Yan immediately cheered up and strode out of the room to the dining room.

The dining room is not far from Qin Zhen's bedroom, and it's easy to find. Go straight out of the door of the bedroom, and pass through two palace walls.Song Yan thought that the palace rules were strict and he couldn't walk around casually, so he was a little worried, but the servants he met along the way were very polite to him, answering every question, and there was no one who stopped him from walking around, so Song Yan arrived at the door of the dining room quite easily.

Song Yan was still hesitating about how to tell the masters in the dining room that he was allowed to go in and mess around. The masters in the dining room were the first to see his strange little face.

The initial attitude was not very good. Seeing him standing at the door of the dining room with a slick face, the greasy-faced master looked impatient as he was a little eunuch who wanted to come to beg for food: "Which palace? It's not the dining room now." Time, no meal."

Song Yan hurriedly waved his hands and said, "No, no, I'm not here to find something to eat. I'm a newcomer to Chengtian Palace. Your Majesty's appetite has been poor recently. I just want to show my heart and make some food for him."

The cook subconsciously got annoyed when he heard this and said, "You are a new servant who is also assigned to cook for the king? Don't even look at what you are..."

Halfway through the speech, the little apprentice yanked him from behind and whispered to him: "Master, as far as I know, there is only one new person in Chengtian Palace."

Song Yan couldn't hear what they were muttering, and was embarrassed, secretly criticizing himself for being too impulsive, and just wanted to apologize to others and go back to ask Yang Zhong for instructions before coming back, when he saw the fierce cook before, with a big pancake face facing He laughed like a little chrysanthemum, nodding and bowing, and sprinted to him: "Oh, my little eyesight, I didn't recognize that I was a Song eunuch, how offensive, the little one should be damned."

As he said that, he "slapped" his face with a small slap.

Song Yan was taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm and pleading guilty, and quickly waved his hands and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I was the one who came here in the first place, I'll go back and ask Director Yang for instructions before coming back, I don't blame you."

The cook hurriedly said: "No, no, no, the eunuch Song came to cook meals for the king in person. Our dining room is full of splendor, so there is no need to ask for instructions. Come in quickly, come in, be careful with your feet, what do you want to do?" , we will help you."

As the cook said, he would warmly help Song Yan into the house.

Song Yan was in a daze, wondering why all of them were so warm and polite to him, as if he and many great people came out in full bloom, but since there was no need to make another trip, then Naturally, he didn't need to bother, and followed the chef's invitation to enter the dining room.

When he came, he had already thought about it, and he wanted to give the tyrant fresh guarantees that he hadn't eaten, such as cakes from the west.

As soon as he entered the door, Song Yan asked, "Where do you put your flour?"

The cook was taken aback for a moment, tilted his head and looked at him sincerely puzzled: "What is flour?"

Song Yan:? ? ?

Flour is a magic horse? !You, a cook, don't even know that flour is a magic horse? !Are you kidding me? !

Song Yan regained consciousness from his sluggish face, turned his head mechanically and looked at the objects in the kitchen. He couldn't name all kinds of weird kitchen utensils in different shapes, but the materials should be copper.

Song Yan turned his head to look at the cook with difficulty again and asked in disbelief, "Don't we have iron pots here?"

The cook said seriously: "Iron is basically used to make farm tools, how could there be any in the kitchen?"

Song Yan: ...

Okay, according to the memory of the original owner, clay utensils are used for cooking. He thought that the original owner was too poor to use iron, so it’s not that he couldn’t use it, but that this dynasty didn’t use iron at all. Kitchenware awareness?No wonder he saw that the meals were either steamed, boiled, or baked, and they didn't copy them.

Then Song Yan asked the cook a few more questions to get a general idea of ​​what was wrong with this dynasty, so he came here in good spirits and returned in disappointment.

And make cakes too!There is no flour and iron utensils, and there is no need to eat steamed buns and stir-fried vegetables!

But how could Song Yan give up so easily?Wouldn't it be possible without him?As the saying goes, have you never seen a pig run, have you ever eaten pork?

As for the iron pot, he drew one and asked someone to make one. As for the flour, he remembered that it seemed to be ground with that kind of big round stone.

Thinking about it this way, Song Yan asked someone to borrow a pen and paper when he went back, lay down on the table and concentrated on drawing two sets of drawings with four different shapes, one iron pot and one stone mill. After finishing the painting, he felt a sense of accomplishment. Grabbing two sets of blueprints, he ran outside to find Director Yang to find someone to help him.

Qin Zhen recovered from his illness and was no longer in the back bedroom. He was reviewing memorials in the front main hall, and Yang Zhong naturally waited on Qin Zhen's side.

Song Yan naturally had to go to the main hall in front of him to find someone, and no one stopped him along the way. Song Yan walked briskly while still looking down at the blueprint in his hand from time to time, not paying much attention to the road ahead, but I didn't want to bump into a little girl who ran out from inside as soon as I got up the steps of the main hall.

The little girl was only seven or eight years old, but she was as strong as a calf. She knocked Song Yan back and took a step back, and fell directly from the steps. Thanks to his quick reaction, he supported her with his hands in time. Stop it, otherwise you have to perform a live show to get out.

"Sigh~"

However, Song Yan's hand was scratched a layer of skin because of this, and it seemed to be twisted, and it hurts even if he moved it. He couldn't help but gasp.

"Ah! Are you okay! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

The little girl's crisp voice sounded.

Qin Zhen and Zhou Xuan, who were standing in the main hall discussing things, heard the movement, and subconsciously walked out while looking up at me.

Just in time, I saw Song Yan get up from the ground with his teeth bared and his hands squeezed, his face was red and his eyes were obviously hurting, but he forced a smile on his face and squatted down to coax the little girl who caused trouble.