The little emperor I supported suddenly changed to fishing

It was past time when we retired from the imperial court, and although the scorching heat had lasted for more than three months, the glare of the sun still hurt people's eyes after autumn.

After waiting for Wang Wanyi to exchange greetings with the officials, who numbered hundreds if not dozens, Dai Shaojin trotted to Wang Wanyi's side. He was holding an oiled paper bag in his arms, and the contents inside seemed to be still intact. Oil and water seep out.

"Lord Admiral!" With bright eyes, he wrapped the paper in his hand for Wang Wanyi to see as if offering a treasure. "Master Admiral hasn't eaten breakfast yet! Look! This is the little chicken from Yilanlou. Shaojin specially asked Mr. Zhulan to roast it to honor you! It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!"

When it came to eating, Wang Wanyi became interested. He smelled it with his nose, and it was indeed fragrant.

"Look at Shaojin's haggard face and black eyes, did you spend the whole night in Yilan Building ridiculously?" He raised his face, put his hands in his cuffs, took out the silk, and tore off a piece of meat through the veil and put it in his mouth. to taste.

Dai Shaojin really likes to see how the admiral eats and eats. Wang Wanyi is good-looking, handsome and youthful, but when he eats, his cheeks bulge into buns, and his fox eyes will enjoy squinting together, and When he got angry, he was like a different person.

Dai Shaojin shook her head like a rattle and stretched out three fingers.

"The sun and the moon can learn from each other, Shao Jin is turning her heart to the bright moon, and she really just went to eat chicken!" He vowed, but his unconfident eyes were twinkling.

"Eating chicken?" Wang Wanyi covered her face and smiled, her eyes were shining brightly under the sun, "Mr. Zhulan, this is my little sweetheart Dai in this life, a little sweetheart and a big baby."

Wang Wanyi looked at him with a playful smile and continued. "If Mr. Zhulan is a daughter, I, Dai, must redeem my body for you. I will carry a big sedan chair to marry Qingqing and enter the door. I will eat sweets, drink spicy food and wear gold and silver?"

Dai Shaojin was taken aback for a moment, then stammered. "Admiral...Master Admiral...Shao Jin's pillow breeze...you...how do you know it."

Wang Wanyi's smile didn't fade away, he approached Dai Shaojin's ear and said provocatively. "Is Shaojin really not understanding, or is she pretending not to understand?"

Dai Shaojin shrank his neck tremblingly, he stretched out his hand and touched his ear, it was red like a boiled duck.

"It is said that Tanhualang, who has passed the third year, is a good young man with a wealth of education and talents. Could it be that there is grass in it?" Wang Wanyi patted Dai Shaojin's forehead, and shook his head with a smile.

"Could it be that this Yilan Building is your admiral..." Dai Shaojin said incredulously with widened eyes.

Yilan Tower, where young men play piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings, recite poems and compose poems, all immortals come down to the earth. It is the elegant place most often visited by officials who have the gift of stealing peaches.

"It seems that Shaojin's head has not been read stupidly yet, and it can still be healed." He stretched out his index finger and pointed forward.

"Master Admiral, Your Majesty has not been in court for half a month, and His Majesty's Supreme Harmony Hall today has ulterior motives!" Dai Shaojin had his sleeves hanging down, and the sides of his black gauze official hat were drooping. "Now the regime is in the hands of the admiral, and His Majesty will not be able to shake it no matter what."

"It's a good thing for your Majesty to be diligent in politics, so how can I say that, Shao Jin doesn't even want her tongue?" Wang Wanyi said with narrowed eyes on purpose.

Dai Shaojin seemed like a frightened rabbit, he covered his eyes and mouth.

"Master Admiral, don't make fun of Shao Jin, you already know the idea of ​​hitting Shao Jin's eyes and tongue."

"Duke Wang, Your Majesty has summoned you to Qianqing Palace."

The two were still chatting and laughing when a servant's voice came from behind him. Wang Wanyi turned her head and glanced at him.

"I know." After the unsalty answer, he continued. "I will accept this as a filial piety to the governor."

He took the paper bag that Dai Shaojin was holding, said goodbye to Dai Shaojin, then frowned and followed the servant towards Qianqing Palace.

After entering the gate of Qianqing Palace, Wang Wanyi walked towards the inner hall. The maids on the left and right opened the door and looked over. Zhu Zhaoyan was attracted.

The sunlight outside the house is reflected on Zhu Zhaoyan's perfectly lined side face through the paper window, the vermilion satin on his body is shining, his sitting posture is like a bamboo, his back is like a bamboo, and his posture is full of demeanor.

There are four big dishes in front of his table, roasted pork head with cold salad, fried pork with yellow vegetables, steamed crucian carp, fried mutton with green onions, a bowl of fragrant rice, and a cup of tea.

Wang Wanyi handed the oiled paper bag to the palace lady, raised her hem and half knelt on the ground.

"The minister, Wang Zheng, kowtowed to His Majesty, long live Your Majesty."

Zhu Zhaoyan glanced at Wang Wanyi out of the corner of his eyes, but did not tell Wang Wanyi to calm down.

"Wang Zheng has been busy with government affairs recently. I am here to raise my body in the palace of the Qing Dynasty. I am bored when I am free, so I always think back to the past. The days when you and I were accompanied by the monarch and ministers are deeply missed." Zhu Zhaoyan straightened his shoulders and lowered his eyes. , looked at Wang Wanyi faintly.

"Those servants didn't serve you without Wang Zheng, and I feel comfortable serving you." Zhu Zhaoyan continued to open the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes moved slightly.

"He, he, and she are all useless." He pointed one after another at the court ladies and eunuchs standing beside the palace, all he pointed at was the eyeliner sent by Wang Wanyi.

The three of them hung their heads, and said nothing in shock.

"Your Majesty, who is serving you, is not at ease. You three slaves are still not going down to receive your punishment?" Wang Wanyi glared at the three servants with a cold look at the end of her eyes, and shook her sleeves, her tone was neither yin nor yang.

"Yes! Lord Admiral!" The three servants trembled in unison, but their bodies were already shaking like a sieve in fear.

"Useless things." Wang Wanyi said coldly.

"I have ordered Wynn to re-select some servants. He has stayed in the palace longer than Wang Zheng. Wynn knows what slaves are available and what slaves are not."

Zhu Zhaoyan held his sleeve with one hand, revealing his delicate and fair wrist, which was crystal clear and every blood vessel was clearly visible.

He picked up the golden chopsticks on the chopstick rest on the table and lifted them forward.

Wang Wanyi was still kneeling on the ground at this moment, bowing her head, unable to see her expression.

The king couldn't get up if he didn't talk about being flat. With Wang Wanyi's current status, this cloth dish is the most common job for a servant, so there is no need for Wang Wanyi to come by himself. The little emperor is probably unhappy, and secretly wants to give it He's a badass.

Zhu Zhaoyan raised Jingui's chin and moved it on the table, frowning, and glared at Wang Wanyi.

The golden chopsticks in his hand pointed at Wang Wanyi again.

"Wang just thinks that serving me is wronging Wang Du?" Zhu Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows, raised his pale lips, and leaned his upper body forward towards Wang Wanyi who was half kneeling on the ground.

"I don't dare. Serving Your Majesty is the job of the ministers, and it is the glory of the ancestors."

Wang Wanyi was the only one left in the three generations. If the ancestors knew that the things he had received from him were gone, they might be so angry that they would cheat the corpse and lift the lid of the coffin.

Wang Wanyi took the golden chopsticks with both hands. The table was high, and only Wang Wanyi's black yarn and those beautiful eyes could be seen in Zhu Zhaoyan's line of sight.

Although he didn't know the little emperor's purpose, he was still willing to play with him according to the little emperor's wishes.

Zhaoyan's favorite food is sweet, greasy, and oily food, but because of his body, he can only eat light dishes.

If you eat something that you can't deal with, you will have diarrhea.

Wang Wanyi first put a piece of pork into Zhu Zhaoyan's bowl, but Zhu Zhaoyan didn't eat it, so he put another piece of fish, but the little emperor still didn't move.

"I want to eat mutton today." He said.

The fried mutton with green onions was on the innermost side of the table, and Wang Wanyi couldn't easily get it.

After trying a few times, Wang Wanyi became a little angry and simply stopped moving. This ancestor is really shameless.

Zhu Zhaoyan seemed to be in a happy mood, and the corners of his mouth raised imperceptibly. "Get up and serve."

After Wang Wanyi got up, instead of continuing to serve him with the dishes on the table, she waved to the maid who first brought him the oil paper bag.

The maid quickly walked up to him.

"Your Majesty, my subordinates brought me a small chicken. The taste of this small chicken is famous in the Forbidden City. Even if you have money, you can't taste it. The minister specially brought it here for His Majesty to taste."

Wang Wanyi put the oil bag on the table and spread it out.

Zhu Zhaoyan glanced at it. He had heard of the famous dish in the capital, the little chicken. There were many rumors about it, but he had never tried it himself. He only knew that it was a famous dish made by a restaurant called Yilanlou.

"Hey Zhen." He looked at Wang Wanyi's face as he opened and closed his eyes, and said as it should. "Zhenlong is in poor health and my hands hurt."

Wang Wanyi picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and handed it to Zhu Zhaoyan's mouth.

Zhu Zhaoyan moved his eyelids.

"There is an interesting allusion about this little chicken being cooked and roasted from ungrown breast chickens. Would your majesty want to hear it?" Wang Wanyi didn't wait for Zhu Zhaoyan to open his mouth, whether he wanted to hear it or not. He continued.

"The young bird whose wings have not yet grown hard wants to break free from the protection of the mother bird, and wants to fly above the nine heavens, but it is a pity that just flapping its wings, it took a step towards the cliff, and the next moment it fell into this endless abyss. , not to mention being smashed to pieces, on the contrary, it has become the meal of this Majesty, and the gain outweighs the loss."