Mighty and Majestic Concubine Wan Gui

Zhu Jian was so deep that he didn't think there was anything wrong. He had heard of Luan Da when he was studying, and anyone who claimed to be a god was not a good thing.Seeing that Wan Zhen'er's face was flushed with embarrassment, he smiled and asked, "I don't know if the gods are drunk~"

"Probably." Wan Zhen'er resentfully picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp, her face flushed with embarrassment: "Don't just eat fried fish, drink some porridge."

On the table, apart from Zhu Jianshen's deep-fried meatballs, fried fish, fried vegetables, and vegetable meat soup, there were also skin jelly, fried peanuts, braised soybeans with soy sauce and kelp, stewed dried tofu and other appetizers in front of Wan Zhen'er.In the palace before, there wasn’t so much delicious food. If someone without status wanted to order food, no one would take care of you. Later, in the East Palace, you can be regarded as having status, so you can’t just sit opposite the crown prince and eat.

"I'm full~" He dismissed the tasteless mung bean porridge, lotus seeds and lily were not tasty!

She sighed sincerely: "I am so happy to eat fried fish until I am full~ I am not allowed to eat like this in the palace. The mothers will be nagging~" Every time I eat fried fish, the mothers can eat the first fish from me. The mouth kept nagging until the plate was removed.

There was a servant waiting by the side, pouring wine and listening quietly.

Wan Zhen'er stretched her waist: "Mother Zhu fell ill as soon as she arrived, and Mother Liu is taking care of her, and now I am the only one serving His Highness~"

Zhu Jianshen was very satisfied, and couldn't help reciting a poem: "There are 3000 beauties in the harem, and there are [-] pampers in one body." Probably this is what it means~

Wan Zhen'er: "Hahahahaha, how can you have a harem of three thousand, you can't even make up thirty nuns!"

His Royal Highness Yi Wang felt that he was being ridiculed and was unhappy, so he countered: "Why isn't your master here yet?"

Wan Zhener sighed: "Probably drunk."

The two stared at each other for a while, Zhu Jian couldn't hold back his laughter, and Wan Zhen'er also laughed, smirking.

Zhu Jianshen instructed: "Fried quail tonight, last time you ate fried quail, don't give it to me."

"Your Highness, your teeth haven't grown yet, so you can't chew bones."

After eating enough, I went for a walk in the garden, and now I can see the peach blossoms. The one full of pink and tender like a girl is the peach blossom tree, the golden and delicate winter jasmine, and the other pink is the cherry blossom, which is shaded by the big green leaves. The big red is peony, and Ditang flower, which also bloom together.

The garden is ingeniously arranged, with flowers that never fade in four seasons and grasses in eight seasons.

Two raccoon cats are fighting on the grape trellis that has just sprouted buds. They don't know how to climb up and why they are fighting.

The path is winding and secluded, and every few steps you walk, there are different beautiful scenery.

There are vines climbing on the rocks, and the gables are full of morning glory (tunisia) with bright flowers.

Zhu Jianshen and Wan Zhen'er walked casually, followed by three court ladies, holding cushions, teapots, and teacups in their hands.

Wan Zhen'er was suddenly a little worried: "Jian Shen, I should be more careful in what I say in the future. What if someone listens to us and reports to the emperor?"

Zhu Jianshen looked calm: "I have no complaints about the present. What can they say if they want to report? But you, your master is a god?"

Wan Zhen'er narrowed her eyes and thought for a while: "It's okay, if someone asks, I'll make her sound like a liar."

"Huh?" Good!

Wan Zhen'er muttered: "I often invite Master and her elderly to meet, but only once a year, I guess she can't hear what I say. Well... If she is angry, just scold me and let it go."

Zhu Jianshen didn't quite understand the "master" of ordinary people. The teacher who taught him how to write and read didn't dare to scold him a word, so he grabbed a peony flower and said, "Sister Wan, bow your head, I'll put it on for you."

This is not a matter of bowing her head. Wan Zhen'er squatted down and asked him to put peonies on her hair bun. After walking around for a while, she broke off two peach blossoms and a winter jasmine, and went back to the house to insert the screen. .

Zhu Jianshen went back to study and write, and Wan Zhen'er followed suit.

His Royal Highness Yi Wang's copybook was written in Yan Zhenqing's style, writing and writing, one big character practiced a whole page, carefully studied the structure, density, flesh and blood of the words on the copybook, and worked hard to write them out.Suddenly he wrote the word 'and', which is like a flying stone, like a scimitar. He wrote for a while, and suddenly remembered something from this word: "pancake."

Wan Zhen'er, who is trying to learn small script, looked at the ink flies all over the paper: "Huh?"

The ink on the pen was heavy, and my wrist hurt after hanging my wrist for a long time. I put the pen on the pen mountain carved into a crystal mountain, moved my wrist and said: "When you first entered the mansion, you said that you would do something really good for me. Eat pancakes."

Wan Zhen'er held up a pen: "Yes!" Then she was stupid there, she only remembered that the pancakes at home were better than those in the palace, and she vaguely remembered that she followed her mother and watched her make pancakes, But at that time, people were not as high as the stove, so they couldn't see clearly what they did, and they couldn't remember vaguely. The pancakes are delicious and crispy when they are just peeled off.

She gently placed the pen on the sapphire pen mountain, scratched her head and said, "I'll try it."

"Delicious pancakes, how delicious are they?"

"It's very delicious."

"Better than fried fish?"

"Well... pancakes can only be compared with pancakes. I think pancakes from my hometown are the best among pancakes."

Zhu Jianshen nodded curiously: "Is it ready tonight?"

Wan Zhen'er tried hard to dig out her memory again: "It seems that the flour needs to be soaked first, um, I'll soak it."

Zhu Jianshen threw away the pen and began to read the novel.

When she arrived in the kitchen, the people who were sitting picking vegetables quickly got up and apologized, and shouted in one voice: "Sister Wan is here."

"What would you like?"

Wan Zhen'er asked, "Is there a griddle for pancakes here?"

"There is one. I haven't used it for a long time. It's quite clean. Do you want to use it?"

"Yeah." Wan Zhen'er looked left and right, and took a wooden bucket with some flour: "This is the bowl for making noodles, right? Where is the noodles?"

"How can I let you do it?"

"Yes, tell me what you want to eat, we all serve the prince and you."

Wan Zhen'er was also confused: "Can you make authentic Shandong pancakes?"

The cook and the cook girls looked at each other, "This."

"I can make Tianjin pancakes."

"Tianjin pancakes are similar to Shandong pancakes, right?"

Wan Zhen'er squinted her eyes and thought for a while, "I've never eaten Tianjin pancakes."

"Then I'll make it for you to try? Pancake fruit, sprinkle more ingredients, it's delicious."

"Okay."

The master Baian who accosted him immediately took a wooden basin and soaked some mung bean noodles.

Wan Zhen'er stared at the various jars with notes in the noodle cabinet, grabbed two handfuls of wheat noodles, two handfuls of soybean noodles, a handful of mung bean noodles, a handful of millet noodles, and a handful of yellow rice noodles. Chestnut flour, almost grabbing glutinous rice flour.After catching the chestnut powder, I feel something is wrong. It seems that chestnut powder is not added... But the pancakes are sweet and delicious, and it may be okay to add some.

Someone next to her had already taken a ladle of water from the tank, she took it, and added water to the noodles vaguely, just as she was about to start, someone handed over a pair of chopsticks.

People on the left and right have noticed that this female official Wan definitely doesn't know how to make pasta, especially pancakes. Today, she suddenly wants to make Shandong pancakes, it must be because of homesickness.At the moment, some people are thinking about it, and they plan to go out and ask someone, learn some tricks, and make it for her when they come back.If you eat well, there must be rewards!

There was nothing to say that night, and in the evening, His Royal Highness Yi Wang got his wish and ate fried quail. He wanted to eat it when his teeth were not fully grown, but Wan Zhen'er didn't dare to let him eat it under the glaring eyes of the nuns.Now I gnawed on two quail legs: "It's too small. It would be nice if it was bigger."

"That's called fried chicken, chicken and quail look similar."

"okay."

……

Emperor Jingtai was in the palace listening to the eyeliner report in Prince Yi's mansion, from fried fish to fried quail, and he couldn't help smiling when he heard it: "That persimmon tree is my finishing touch. In winter, I pick two persimmons from the tree every day. Eating it alone is far better than a tribute. Fried yellow croaker is not good, wrap the fat carp in the pond with lotus leaves from the lotus pond, steam it in a pan, only use onion, ginger and soy sauce, the taste is wonderful."

Empress Hang listened beside her: "Your Majesty, I'm hungry again as you said."

Emperor Jingtai ignored her. Ever since this woman was made a queen, she has ceased to be the coquettish and coquettish woman she used to be. canine.

The emperor didn't even bother to talk about her. He made her the empress to make his own son the prince. As for women, there are many women in the harem. "It's good to see Shen Neng live in peace and happiness, I won't treat him badly."

Bai Ying said: "Speaking of that persimmon tree, King Yi ate the last ones on the tree. The palace man Wan Shi next to him climbed up the tree and picked them clean. That Wan family has quick hands and feet, as if practicing martial arts."

Emperor Jingtai frowned, remained silent for a while, and waved his hands.

Bai Ying resigned.

Jin Ying came over: "Your Majesty seems to have something on his mind?"

Emperor Jingtai said: "The big trees inside and outside the Nanyuan are also very tall. They are all towering trees that have been around for decades or hundreds of years." If you go in and communicate with Zhu Qizhen about the song in secret, intending to cause trouble, that would be bad.

Jin Ying understood: "I'm going to find an excuse and cut down all the trees."

Emperor Jingtai nodded.

……

Early the next morning, when Zhu Jianshen woke up, his mouth was dry, his mouth was almost sticky, and his lips were chapped. He pushed the fat man next to him and said in a low voice, "Water."

Wan Zhen'er got up sleepily, took the still warm water in the warm nest, and poured a glass: "Oh, Your Highness, your lips are so dry."

Zhu Jianshen was like nectar after a long drought, drank three glasses of water, and licked the uncomfortable part of his mouth. There was a small bubble in his lip, and it hurt a little when he licked it. "Sister Wan, my mouth is sick, it hurts when I touch it." The tongue also seemed a little swollen.

"Aren't you on fire? You shouldn't be allowed to eat so much fried food yesterday. Open your mouth and let me see."

Zhu Jian stuck out his tongue deeply, the tongue coating of the little tongue was a little yellow, and the edge of the tongue was like lace, with a circle of wavy lines.Just after drinking the water, he felt thirsty again and drank another glass of water.

Wan Zhen'er blamed herself: "Your Highness, is the pain severe? I should listen to the nuns, sorry."

Zhu Jianshen waved his hands, and signaled with teary eyes that he didn't want to talk, and it wasn't her fault. I had a good time eating yesterday.

Wan Zhen'er hurriedly opened the door and called the maids in to help him get dressed, and she went out to arrange breakfast: "Tell the kitchen, Your Highness is on fire, bring a table of clear food."

Then he sent someone to ask the old mother what to do if she got angry.

Zhu Jian covered his face deeply, frowned, and went out to eat with a depressed face. In fact, he didn't really want to eat. His mouth hurts when he drank water, and it hurts even more when he eats.

The kitchen quickly brought over two suitcases, fried bean sprouts, stewed spring bamboo shoots and ham soup, boiled water shield and fish fillet soup, mixed shallot tofu, braised mung bean tremella porridge (I made this last night, the kitchen knew it Two meals of fried food will definitely catch fire).

And a bowl of soft boiled pears.

The folk prescription given by the old mother is: "Eat four kiwis!"

His Royal Highness King Yi seemed to be worried about the country's major affairs, frowned, sighed, and took two bites unwilling to eat: "I don't want to eat, it hurts."

The kiwi was peeled, cut and delivered.

Wan Zhen'er tied a piece with a silver stick and brought it to His Highness's lips.

Zhu Jianshen opened his mouth and bit it, the stick was still in his mouth, and his tears rolled down like beads.

It hurts!It hurts so much!