Ding Tian's Ancient Life

"He's only a little over one year old, less than three years old, so of course he's young." Emperor Yongqing was delighted: "Didn't you also come from this age?"

The little Ninth Prince, grinning happily, is probably a little skeptical. It is the first time in his life to travel far away, and he is surprised at everything he sees, but he holds his mother and does not let go. With big eyes, he looks at this different world curiously.

Ding Tian fell in love with this child immediately: he is chubby, white and tender, who doesn't like it?

"Come in, let's talk when you come in, the sun will be hot soon." He hurriedly invited people to the main room in the backyard, entered the house, tea, snacks and fruits were served.

Lin Wan'er took a look at the room, she found it was clean and tidy, and the things placed there were rich and noble, but the things looked familiar, the style of the interior, such as the green sandalwood Fulu ornament, the emerald green grape The decoration... seems to be the style of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

In fact, these things were arranged by Wang Zuo for him. If Ding Tian would definitely not display them, he basically has no hobbies in this area.

The landscape paintings hanging on the walls are also handwritten by famous artists and are worth thousands of gold.

There is no incense in the room, but there is a natural fruity aroma.

This is not the same as she imagined.

On the contrary, Emperor Yongqing greeted his daughter-in-law and son unceremoniously as soon as he came in: "Go to the kang and take a rest. I was sitting in the car all the way, and I didn't have a good rest. I'm patronizing this little guy."

"Yeah, the emperor has gained a little weight, and the arms of the minister and concubine are sore from holding them, and they still can't bear to let go." The imperial concubine was happy: "Hurry up and go to the kang to play!"

"Not fat, not fat." The chubby and chubby Ninth Prince immediately spoke, with a soft and waxy milky voice, and a cute babble retorted: "Not sour."

He also rubbed the imperial concubine's arm with his little hands.

Emperor Yongqing was amused.

"Drink some water first, what do you want to eat at noon? I'll prepare it now!" Ding Tian rubbed his hands, watching the Ninth Prince running back and forth on the kang of their house.

The Ninth Prince's little shoes didn't touch the ground, and the soles of the shoes were clean. Running on the kang would not stain the quilt, but the quilt was light and smooth, so that he might not fall down.

The imperial concubine kept looking at him.

When I came out this time, the guards followed in casual clothes, without a nanny and a maid, and a family of three came here very easily.

The guards were all on guard outside, and there was a happy atmosphere in the mansion. Wang Zuo squinted at the Ninth Prince, and the Ninth Prince looked at him ignorantly, and the two of them stared.

The point is, no one cares about the two of them.

The imperial concubine gave Ding Tian a present, and Ding Tian's favorite was actually the cucumber pickled by the imperial concubine: "This is good. It's the most delicious accompaniment in the morning. Let's have some stuffed stuffed buns and millet porridge. It's refreshing and not greasy. .”

Seeing that the imperial concubine really liked him, she found it interesting: "There are bird's nests and so on, why don't you see you so happy?"

"The bird's nest is no different from a fan's nest, but this one is a little bit different. I came from a poor background and haven't seen any good ones. It makes you laugh." Ding Tian scratched his head: "I'm going to prepare lunch. Resign, resign!"

Ding Tian really didn't know how to deal with the female relatives, so he just said goodbye and went to the kitchen to look through the ingredients and see what to make.

"Young Master Tian, ​​I see a child is here, do you want to make custard or something?" The chef obviously recognized the person, because he was the chef's apprentice in the imperial kitchen before, and he was lucky enough to deliver dishes twice , I have seen it several times from a distance.

That's why I waited carefully.

"Egg custard, I'm afraid the child is tired of eating it." Ding Tian thought for a while and asked him, "I remember the fish was delivered yesterday?"

"Yes, the big fish brought in have seeds." The chef immediately opened the fish tank and showed Ding Tian: "There are several of them, and there are also big prawns, but they are river prawns."

"Don't eat egg custard, let's make fish paste and shrimp custard today." Ding Tian gave a tongue-twisting name, but he didn't know what it was called.

When I was a child, my mother made it. Chop the fish into a puree, mix it with egg white, put some water and mix it into a puree, put the shrimp on top, and arrange it like a flower. After steaming, the bottom of the meat is pink, pink The shrimps are good-looking, delicious and tender.

He remembered that the recipe was simple, but the taste was good.

"Okay!" The chef helped him, and Ding Tian started to work first.

When Emperor Yongqing and the others came, it was around seven o'clock in the morning. They had just had breakfast, and since they were close to the palace, they came here while it was cool after breakfast.

After resting enough, Ding Tian was still in the kitchen directing the staff to fetch water, split firewood, and prepare lunch. The Imperial Concubine was holding the Ninth Prince, Emperor Yongqing took Wang Zuo, and the four slipped away to the back vegetable garden of Ding Tian's house.

This place was originally the Prince's Mansion, but the back garden has grown bigger. The flowers and trees that were planted before were all removed by Ding Tian. The trees have been changed into fruit trees, and all the flowers and plants have become vegetables.

Now the eggplants have really grown, they are all tender eggplants, and the cucumbers are also fruited, very tender, very thin, and juicy at first glance.

"Pick some eggplants... that cucumber is also there, and that shallot... Are there garlic sprouts?" The old couple, with a child in their arms, tossed Ding Tian's small vegetable garden.

He picked whatever he wanted to eat, and when it was delivered to the kitchen, Ding Tian was dumbfounded: "Have you picked it all? Did you eat it?"

A small basket of eggplants.

A small basket of cucumbers and beans.

There are also five small horned melons, a large handful of shallots, a large handful of coriander, a large handful of garlic sprouts, and a few eggs... They were taken from the chicken coop raised in the firewood house in the backyard of his house.

The eggs were still warm.

"It's ready, it's ready, by the way, this is beans, remember to stew it, when it's about to be served, there will be oil bubbles on the beans." Emperor Yongqing also pointed out Jiang Shan's posture and said to Ding Tian: "The imperial concubine wants to eat."

The imperial concubine gave an embarrassed smile: "Please trouble Mrs. Ding!"

"Okay." Ding Tian was also speechless: "Then what, they are all vegetables, don't you want to eat meat?"

"Meat and vegetables are up to you." Emperor Yongqing was generous.

It was Wang Zuo who said: "Let the cook cook the meat dishes, you can do these."

"Okay." Ding Tian scratched his head: "Make less, and if you make too much, you have to leave it. The weather won't last long."

"If you make too much, give it to Uncle Le and the others." Wang Zuo knew that Ding Tian didn't like to waste.

"It's not good to give people leftovers." Ding Tian was embarrassed: "Okay, you go and chat with me, I'll make lunch later."

"Okay." Wang Zuo touched Ding Tian's face again: "Just do whatever you want, don't heat yourself up too much."

"I know." Ding Tian pushed the man out of the kitchen.

In fact, Ding Tian didn't need to wash the dishes, and he didn't need to chop them. He just cooked them in the pot.

Stir-fried garlic sprouts with eggs, stewed beans with braised pork, the braised pork is still ready-made, the leftovers from last night... cough cough; stir-fried small squash; tender cucumber.

There is an eggplant in the cold, and there is a sesame sauce peeling.

Six vegetarian dishes, with boiled chicken, boiled meat, braised fish and roast goose.

It is a meat dish, and the last is the mixed mushroom soup. The soup base is a thick soup made from pork bones.

The main food chef made two rice, probably the imperial concubine had never eaten such a meal, when it was served, the imperial concubine looked at it for a long time: "Is this rice cooked with millet?"

"It's called Er Mi Fan, Tian'er told me, hehehe, eat, eat!" Emperor Yongqing picked up his chopsticks.

Ding Tian brought in a small bowl himself: "This is for children... No, this is for the Ninth Prince."

"Just call him a child, what does he know at such a young age?" Emperor Yongqing casually picked up an egg and scrambled garlic sprouts and took a bite: "Well, is it very fragrant!"

"I like it that much?" Ding Tian thought, why has the emperor never eaten such an ordinary dish?

"There is no reason to eat stir-fried vegetables in the palace as soon as they come out of the pot. The first one to eat must be the cook, the second one is the eunuch who is trying the meal, and the third one is not known. Who is it, I guess the fourth one to eat is me." Emperor Yongqing was overjoyed: "When I was in the Prince's Mansion, I could still eat this kind of food, but the Prince's Mansion also has rules. Food, no, just here you can eat something hot and fresh.”

"It's so pitiful... eat more." Ding Tian might think it was an exaggeration if he said that before, but after he entered the palace, he knew it was definitely not an exaggeration.

The palace has its own system, and because it is a feudal society, this system is particularly strict.

The palace people are determined to implement it, and the imperial dining room is far away from any palace room, so as to prevent the tragedy of burning the entire camp when the water leaks.

So this imperial dining room is far away from where the emperor is.

Freshly cooked vegetables are fine in summer, but in winter, they are still warm even if they are carried in a box.

Emperor Yongqing was satisfied with this meal, and before leaving, Ding Tian had already played with the Ninth Prince, and even taught the children "Memoda".

Emperor Yongqing was so happy that he also came up and asked the Ninth Prince to give him a treat.

Wang Zuo looked greedy, and the imperial concubine covered her mouth and snickered. She had a very happy day.

As a result, they come here every three to five days. The summer is hot, and a family of three come to escape the heat.

Under the grape arbor of Ding Tian's house, it became the favorite place for the family of three.

After this summer, Ding Tian got acquainted with the imperial concubine and the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince loved to laugh and didn't know much about the red tape. Ding Tian even ran wildly in the yard with a child on his shoulders, gleefully.

The imperial concubine didn't care, but she looked at Emperor Yongqing and didn't let him eat more cold drinks, and she was afraid that he would be hot, so she only dared to give him a drink that was cold in the well water when it was the hottest, and she didn't dare to eat it. ice.

"Is it time for Mrs. Shisun to give birth?" Wang Zuo lay on the rocking chair, chatting with Emperor Yongqing who was lying opposite him: "How long has it been?"

"It's been more than seven months." Emperor Yongqing staggered and closed his eyes, feeling the summer breeze: "I'm about to give birth. I heard that I'm in good health and my pregnancy image is good."

"Have those people made a move?" Wang Zuo asked, "It's not like them to be so quiet."

"No one has done anything. There is no one around Li Chengsi." Emperor Yongqing said: "It's just a child, and be his grandson."

"I don't think so." Wang Zuo curled his lips: "He is your only adult son now. How old is the fifth prince? How old is the sixth prince? Let alone seven or eight, the ninth prince..."

When the Ninth Prince was mentioned, Ding Tian was carrying the Ninth Prince and ran past the two of them. The Ninth Prince laughed and quacked.

"The fifth prince and the sixth prince are not of high birth, and the mother's family has no ability. The seventh prince has not yet gone to the study room, and the eighth prince has no deciduous teeth." Emperor Yongqing thought for a while: "What do you think, how many of them Who is better?"

"The little meat ball in front of me is better." Wang Zuo saw that the big one and the little one had had enough fun, and they sat together, and Ding Tian fed the Ninth Prince a little something cool.

The Ninth Prince also gave Ding Tian a fruit, at least the child knew how to be grateful.

"Really?" Emperor Yongqing saw that the Ninth Prince and Ding Tian were together, with such a big age difference, they could still talk about going together.

Before leaving, Ding Tian wove a grasshopper cage with a big red grasshopper inside.

The Ninth Prince holds it beautifully, and puts it next to the bed when he sleeps at night.

The next day, Emperor Yongqing said to imperial concubine Lin Wan'er before going to court, "Repair the Kunning Palace, it needs to be overhauled!"

The repairs in the palace are divided into major repairs and minor repairs.

Minor repairs are just changing furniture, doors and windows, and painting.

The overhaul is to move the beams of the house, replace the tiles, etc., all in vain.

Retouching from the inside to the outside takes a lot of money and effort.

"Yes." Lin Wan'er smiled tactfully: "What kind of furniture should I change into? Red sandalwood or red sandalwood?"

"It's red sandalwood." Emperor Yongqing thought for a while: "Make a whole set, a new one."

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