Salted fish is pregnant with the emperor's cub after wearing a book

This "good" sound is warm and soft

The tinkling sounds outside did not affect the high spirits of Mr. Salted Fish reading the book at all. The holy monk who is as clean as snow lotus in the mountains and the owner of the palace of Hehuan Palace who are full of charm are really interesting.

Yin Yanjun did not have Mr. Xiaolang to study ink for himself, so he could only temporarily put down the ink pen in his hand and go to battle in person. Occasionally, he raised his eyes to look at Mr. Xiaolang on the reclining chair when he was not reviewing memorials.

The gloom that had been lingering between Xiao Langjun's brows recently dissipated a lot, and Yin Yanjun breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he was much older than Xiao Langjun.

Sometimes I don't know what young gentlemen like to do, and I can only explore bit by bit through the stupid method of temptation.

Fortunately, Mr. Xiao Lang had a clear mind, and it was easy to understand all the emotions on his face. Yin Yanjun slowly lowered his head and continued to review the memorials on the book case.

Wen Jing directed a group of craftsmen to dig out four deep pits in the yard, then filled in four thick and strong pillars, poured clay and built them up bit by bit with bricks.

The grapes are already ripe at this time, and it is not easy to transplant, so Wen Jing sent a lot of people down to search for grape vines that will be mature a month later, and transplant them quickly.

Iron nets were reinforced on the pillars, and Wen Jing ordered people to spread a layer of fine gauze satin on the iron nets to prevent branches, leaves and dust from falling down.

This tossing took a long time, and finally ordered people to move in the newly built reclining chairs and tea table, and the meticulously built grape trellis was finally completed.

Wen Jing and Aunt Zhao quickly tidied up the messed up yard. Looking at the yard now, it feels like a small sparrow with complete internal organs.

Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and knocked on the door to invite someone, Xu Yanqing turned a page and looked at the holy monk who saved all living beings and the monstrous palace master who came and went and kept getting involved with each other, wishing to show his aunt's smile.

At this time, Wenjing knocked on the door, and Xianyu chose to automatically block it, pretending that he didn't hear anything, and then heard the cold voice of the Taoist priest: "Come in."

The salty fish man who raised his ears instantly put away the strange smile on his face, folded a mark on the inside of the book, and then put it aside by his side, "concentrating on it" to read another investigation book .

Taking a panoramic view of all the small movements of Mr. Yin, the corners of Yin Yanjun's mouth slightly raised. At this time, Wen Jing walked in and suggested to Mr. Mr. Xiao who was reading the storybook on the recliner: "Mr. You need to relax your eyes properly, do you want to go out for a walk?"

It was a hot day outside, and the salted fish who had already laid flat did not want to go out to bask in the golden oil at all, so Xu Yanqing raised his eyelids slightly, and decisively refused: with the book in hand, it is absolutely impossible to go out.

Wen Jing looked up at the official's house with some helplessness, only to see that the official's house put down the ink pen in his hand, slowly got up from the desk and walked to Xiao Langjun's side, raised his hand and took out the scripture book from the fake Xiao Langjun's hand .

Mr. Xiao Lang raised his eyes and looked over, only to see Daoist Xuanchen handing a hand in front of him, and said softly, "I'm a little tired from reviewing the memorabilia, why don't Mr. Xiao Lang accompany me for a walk."

Suddenly Xu Yanqing remembered the task he had set for himself, yes, he originally felt that his temper was volatile recently, which made Taoist Xuanchen do this and that for him without stopping.

So this time, I specially planned to report back to the head of the report, and also to "saddle up and back" for the head of the road. Why did he nestle in the recliner and read the storybook again?

Xianyu was puzzled by this, and for a moment he blamed himself and put his hand into the Taoist priest's palm decisively, planning to give up Xianyu's life and go to the sun to accompany the Taoist priest to sweat and tan.

However, it is obvious that the priest did not give him a chance to sweat and get a tan. As soon as he walked out of the room, the summer heat came rushing towards him. Just as Xianyu was about to turn around and slip back into the room, he seemed to be attracted by something. Turning his head back, his eyes fell on the grape trellis in the yard and the new deck chairs under the grape trellis.

"How about it, do you want to sit there for a while?" Yin Yanjun's brows were gentle with a hint of joke.

Xu Yanqing couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and looked at Taoist Priest Xuanchen, silently feeling in his heart, could it be that he had teased Taoist Priest too many times overtly and secretly, causing the current Taoist Priest to learn to tease others? Besides, is he asking for trouble now?

But it doesn't matter, anyway, Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang felt thick-skinned, so he raised his foot and walked under the grape trellis openly. Wen Jing had a total of three grape vines transplanted here, and the dense branches and leaves seemed to cover the sky. Only a faint ray of light can be seen.

The temperature under the grape trellis was much cooler than other places, so Xu Yanqing strode to the new recliner and nestled in it skillfully.

I have to say that something new is more attractive. This new recliner is covered with a layer of soft mat, which seems to be woven with branches and leaves. It feels cool and comfortable when it touches the skin.

This satisfied Mr. Salty Fish, who loves the new and hates the old, and the two armrests of the recliner are wrapped with a layer of embroidered patterns to prevent slipping. It's the salted fish that feels pretty good when you lift your hand to hold it.

Because of the back of Xiao Langjun's gestational cavity, although Xiao Langjun is not as pregnant as ordinary women, it will cause great discomfort in the waist due to the pressure of the fetus, so Yin Yanjun specially asked Aunt Zhao to do it. A delicately soft lumbar pillow.

Raising his hand and stuffing the waist pillow behind Xiao Langjun's waist, Yin Yanjun sat by the tea table and poured himself a glass of water: "How is it? Do you feel any discomfort? If you feel uncomfortable, you can ask the craftsman to come over and change it."

Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang nestled comfortably in the recliner, and shook his head very contentedly when he heard the words, expressing that he was very satisfied with everything.

In the afternoon, Aunt Li brought some dried plum vegetables from her own home that had just been dried this year. Aunt Zhao took some and looked at them.

Qi Chen wandered around every day when he had nothing to do. He had just returned from picking herbs from the mountain, and when he put the basket on the ground, he saw Aunt Li and Aunt Zhao cleaning dried plum vegetables, so he couldn't help but say: "Why don't you just make lean pork buns with preserved vegetables!"

Aunt Li nodded: "I just plan to make steamed stuffed buns, so Doctor Xiao Qi also wants to eat steamed stuffed buns?"

Hearing Aunt Li's joke, Qi Chen couldn't help laughing and said: "That's because Aunt Li and Aunt Zhao are good at cooking, I've grown a lot of meat after eating, I'm afraid my parents won't know me when I go back to the capital." Fat boy."

Aunt Li and Aunt Zhao looked at each other amused by Qi Chen's words, and couldn't help laughing.

The noodles had been put aside by Aunt Li in advance to wake up, and when the sun was not so bright in the afternoon, she and Aunt Zhao directly carried the chopping board to the yard, and started chopping meat.

The stuffing was made by Aunt Zhao, who has a lot of experience in this area. The stuffing is delicious and delicious, and everyone likes it very much.

When the stuffing was ready, Aunt Li and Aunt Zhao rolled out the dough and made a bun. Xu Yanqing walked over silently, her eyes shining brightly on the wrapped buns on the chopping board.

"Is Mr. Lang hungry?" Aunt Zhao moved a chair for Mr. Mr. Xiao to sit down, and asked respectfully and gently.

Xu Yanqing shook his head, he raised his finger to point at the buns on the chopping board: "Aunt Zhao's buns are all pretty!" The shape is plump and the pleats are beautiful, making people very appetizing at first glance.

Aunt Li smiled cheerfully: "Would you like to try, Mr. Lang, making buns is very simple."

"Is it okay?" Xu Yanqing looked up at Aunt Li and Aunt Zhao, her big round eyes became brighter.

The national style of Liang is open, and men generally get married a few years later than in the previous dynasty. According to his age, Mr. Xu Xiaolang is just at the age when he can get married, but now he is under tremendous pressure and is pregnant with an official child.

So Aunt Zhao's gaze on Xiao Langjun was full of pity: "Of course, Lang Jun waits, I will fetch water for Lang Jun to clean his hands."

Before Xu Yanqing could speak, Aunt Zhao stood up neatly, brought a basin of clean water from the side of the water tank, and waited for Xu Yan to wash his hands.

Before Xu Yanqing started making buns, Yin Yanjun walked over slowly, and Aunt Zhao got up and saluted.

Aunt Li has seen it very strangely until now. Aunt Zhao once told her that this Xuanchen Taoist priest was the husband of her master's family before he became a monk. Looking at Aunt Zhao's good craftsmanship, she knew that her master's family Certainly not ordinary.

Such a wealthy family, such a rich and noble man, would not think about becoming a monk and becoming a Taoist priest. Sure enough, the poor can't understand the thoughts of the rich.

However, in fact, Aunt Li was a little timid of this Taoist Xuanchen, although the other party had never lost his master's temper.

But with that cold and dignified demeanor, just looking at it makes people feel inexplicably apprehensive from the bottom of their hearts.

Yin Yanjun himself moved a small bench and sat next to Xiao Langjun. He was tall and handsome, so nestled on a small bench, there was an indescribable sense of disobedience.

But it was obvious that the noble Taoist Xuanchen didn't take it seriously, he just looked at the little man beside him with warm eyes.

Xu Yanqing just suddenly became interested in making steamed stuffed buns. He woke up and planned to come out to sit around, but saw Aunt Li and Aunt Zhao making steamed stuffed buns in the yard.

That scene reminded him of some childhood memories that were about to be forgotten in his mind, so he walked over unconsciously, probably because Taoist Xuanchen didn't see him in the room, so he found him.

So Xu Yan glanced at the water basin on the side, and signaled the Taoist priest to wash his hands first, and when the other party finished washing his hands, Xiao Langjun put a piece of soft and glutinous dough into the Taoist priest's hand, He slightly raised his eyebrows: "Did the Taoist make buns?"

Yin Yanjun shook his head: "No." After all, he is the son of the central palace, and as the heir apparent of Daliang, no matter how much he was not valued by the late emperor, his subordinates would not dare to humiliate him openly, even if he was later "Healing illness" is in the Taoist temple, and I have never been in the kitchen.

Xu Yanqing blinked, and smiled happily: "Then today, the Taoist priest can learn how to wrap once."

Aunt Zhao was afraid that Mr. Xu Xiaolang would offend the official, so she looked at the official's face with a little bit of trepidation, but saw that the official's always solemn face had an imperceptible smile, and she was looking at Mr. Xiaolang gently. Nodding his head, he replied, "Okay."

This "good" sound was warm and soft, and Aunt Zhao, who had been with the official family for many years, was shocked for a moment.

The bureaucracy has really changed.

"Lang Jun, look at my hands." Aunt Zhao suddenly came back to her senses, seeing that Mr. Xu Xiaolang was still in high spirits, she couldn't help being a little funny, but she still taught very seriously: "Let's put the stuffing in the dough. Then put the dough on the fingers of the left hand and hook it with your fingers to prevent the dough from falling out."

Xu Yanqing stared at Aunt Zhao's movements, put his face on where his fingers were, and then raised his head to look at Aunt Zhao with bright eyes.

Aunt Zhao nodded again and again, carefully teaching Xiao Langjun what to do next.

This step was too difficult, Xu Yanqing only felt that he had already remembered how Aunt Zhao pinched the folds in his head.

So I was eager to practice it, but I forgot everything when I started it. It is a typical interpretation of what is meant: the brain says I can do it, but the hand says I can’t.

On the other hand, Yan Yanjun, who is next to Xiao Langjun, is doing well. He slightly lowers his eyes and moves smoothly with his hands. With his cool and handsome temperament, Bao Baozi seems to have become taller.

Mr. Xiao Lang held his pitiful and shapeless bun in front of Taoist Xuanchen, and said with a bitter face: "The Taoist is really powerful, can I trouble the Taoist to help?"

Yin Yanjun glanced at Xiao Langjun, and said in a calm tone: "It is Xiao Langjun who said that he wants to learn how to make buns, so he can't give up halfway like this."

Xianyu was tired from being beaten, no, there were times when Xianyu didn't want to admit defeat, so Xiao Langjun opened a pair of big round eyes and fought against the mask in his hand.

According to the method taught by Aunt Zhao, Xu Yanqing turned the skin on his hands bit by bit, so his hands gradually appeared a little wrinkled, Xiao Langjun looked sideways at Taoist Xuanchen, with a look of smugness on his face.

It's a pity that the bun in his hand didn't make him proud for too long, when there was still a little distance before the end, the dough in Xiao Langjun's hand was torn open, and all the prunes and meat stuffing inside leaked on the chopping board.

Xiao Langjun instantly had a depressed face. He didn't expect that he, who was the number one scholar in the province in his previous life, would be so clumsy that he couldn't even make a bun.

But Taoist is also the first time to make buns, why can he learn quickly and well?So the crying little man showed the Taoist priest the steamed stuffed bun that had killed the salted fish.

Yin Yanjun glanced at Xiao Langjun dumbfoundedly, and put aside the discarded "bun" in Xiao Langjun's hand: "I will steam this bun for Xiao Langjun to eat later."

Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang widened his eyes: So you are such a Taoist priest!

Yin Yanjun smiled lightly and took two pieces of dough, put one in his hand, and handed the other to Xiao Langjun, with a slight joke in his eyes.

Xianyu who wants to be strong in his life will never admit defeat, so Xu Yanqing bitterly took the dough handed over by the Taoist priest in his hands, intending to humbly learn from successful people, it is best to learn from apprentices and abolish masters.

However, it is obvious that Taoist Xuanchen did not give the apprentice the opportunity to abolish the master. He pinched the pleats bit by bit with his slender, fair fingers, and twirled them gently. Soon a delicate and beautiful bun was freshly baked. up.

"When pinching the folds, don't actively pinch the dough with your right hand forward, but use your left hand to gently push the dough onto your right hand, so that the dough won't crack." Daoist Xuanchen pointed out Mr. problem lies in.

Xu Yanqing listened very seriously. He put his head next to the Taoist priest, pinched the creases bit by bit according to the Taoist priest's instructions, and occasionally raised his head to look at the Taoist priest. After getting the Taoist priest's approval, he lowered his head. Keep busy.

So a "bun" like white dough was created by Mr. Xiao Lang. The whole dough looked like a steamed bun with long stretches, not a bun at all.

This time the dough is not cracked, but where are the folds that belong to the buns? Could it be possible to run away with long legs?

Xianyu blinked, doubting himself even more.

"Don't worry, let's do it again." Yin Yanjun stuffed another piece of dough into Xiao Langjun's hand very patiently, and waited until Xiao Langjun finished all the preparations, and then moved slowly: "Xiao Langjun put The index finger of the right hand can be stretched out about one knuckle length, keep this posture to pinch the creases."

Taoist Xuanchen's cool and gentle voice, coupled with his patient and accommodating attitude, is simply a pure healing system, which immediately calmed Xu Yanqing's slightly impatient heart.

This time, Mr. Xiao Lang successfully made a normal-looking bun.Although it was still not as beautiful as the steamed stuffed bun in Daoist Master's hand, Mr. Xiao Lang said that he was very happy and felt a sense of accomplishment.

A little addicted, Mr. Xiao Lang took the dough and continued to wrap it. He couldn't help showing off to Aunt Li and Aunt Zhao while wrapping it.

Aunt Li and Aunt Zhao were so happy to see it, especially Aunt Zhao was very moved. I think that when the young master of Yuancheng grew up with the official family, he didn’t have the treatment that Langjun is now. Just keep learning, acting like a baby is of no use at all.

Now the officials are pouring out all their patience and tenderness to Mr. Xiao Lang. Aunt Zhao doesn't have Wen Jing's useless and unnecessary worries.

Today's officials are more like ordinary people with knowledge and interest, rather than emperors and immortals sitting on high platforms.

Yin Yanjun turned his head and looked at Xiao Langjun, who was fully focused on the steamed buns, couldn't help but smiled, then took a few pieces of dough and kneaded them in his hands, until he kneaded the dough very tightly, and then slowly continued to other things action.

Xu Yanqing put down the more and more delicate buns in his hand, turned his head to look triumphantly at the Taoist priest beside him, only to see that the Taoist priest was kneading a piece of dough in his hand, slowly kneading it into a cute and cute dough doll.

It was a chubby blessing doll. Although it hadn't been painted, it could still be seen that the doll was charmingly naive.

"Okay, it turns out that the Taoist master still has this skill." Xu Yanqing patted the flour on his hand, ran to the kitchen to get two black beans, and pressed them on the eyes of the blessing baby, so the blessing baby became more agile up.

In the evening, Aunt Li and Aunt Zhao steamed steamed buns for three whole pots, sent some to the village chief’s house, and sent some to the nursing homes next door.

"No, why is this thing so out of place?" Qi Chen pulled out a round "steamed bun" with a small handle: "It doesn't look like Aunt Li and Aunt Zhao's craftsmanship, Mu Yu, you made this? "

Mu Yu hugged the steamed stuffed bun and gnawed, and shook his head sincerely when he heard the words: "I didn't make it." He went to town this morning, and when he came back, the steamed stuffed buns were all steaming in the pan.

Xu Yanqing snatched the stuffed "steamed bun" from Qi Chen's hand, put it in front of Taoist Xuanchen, and said solemnly: "This is made by the Taoist."

Qi Chen: If you believe in you, there will be ghosts.

But in an instant Qi Chen knew the truth, the bun must have been made by Lang Jun, but considering what little face Lang Jun had left, he was very sensible and didn't expose it.

Xianyu pretended to nibble on the steamed stuffed bun, and when the topic changed, he showed a flattering smile at Daoist Xuanchen who was beside him.

Yin Yanjun picked up the stuffed steamed bun and took a bite. Although the appearance was a bit ugly, it didn't affect the taste.

Xu Yanqing ate two steamed buns at night, and saw Aunt Zhao holding a bowl of soup in front of him: "Dried plum vegetables are pickled vegetables after all, and they use a lot of salt. Sir, don't eat too much, drink a bowl The soup is smooth to the stomach."

Although he is still reluctant to part with the steamed stuffed bun, Aunt Zhao's soup made Mr. Salted Fish give up the lean meat bun with dried plums and vegetables.

Aunt Zhao's skill in making soup with one hand is simply a boon for those who love soup. Xu Yanqing made a bowl of soup with great enthusiasm, and drank it until his stomach bulged even more.

So that night, he didn't want Yin Yanjun to coax and lure Xiao Langjun to go out for a walk, and Xiao Langjun, who was full of food, took the initiative to stroll slowly in the yard.

Aunt Zhao shook her head helplessly and dotingly, at least she just drank too much soup, and it would be digested after a few more visits to Gong's room after a stroll.

Mu Yu waited for her husband to take a bath, put him on the bed, and raised his hand to get a cloth towel to wipe his hair.

Xianyu sat comfortably on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes turned and he took out the notebook of the words of the holy monk and the master of the evil palace from under the pillow and continued to read.

Because of a sudden fight, the holy monk accidentally swallowed the blood of the owner of Hehuan Palace, binding the two of them together.

So the two were forced to walk together, of course only the holy monk was persecuted, and the owner of the Hehuan Palace wished to be entangled with the holy monk day and night.

Xu Yanqing read it with relish, and turned a page of the story book, but did not put down his hand, but scratched his slightly protruding stomach a few times.

Mu Yu tidied up the bathtub, stood by the bed and honestly wiped his lord's hair, not noticing his little movements, but Yin Yanjun who walked into the room frowned slightly.

Mu Yu wiped Lang Jun's hair dry, then brushed Lang Jun's hair carefully, and then walked out of the room with a basin in his hand. His only guess that Taoist Xuan Chen ran into his own Lang Jun's room at such a late hour was: Xuan Chen The Taoist chief is sure to please his husband.

So he didn't even mind such a shocking thing as being a man but being pregnant.

Mu Yu didn't have the slightest intention to stop this, and Daoist Xuanchen seemed to be a very good person in his own right.

Moreover, he still took care of his family's Lord Lang so much. If Taoist Xuanchen could really be with Langjun in the future, it would be a good thing. In short, as a supporter of Lord Lang and Taoist Xuanchen, Mu Yu was happy to see it happen.

The door was closed with a creak, Yin Yanjun slowly lifted his feet and walked to Xiao Langjun's bed, seeing that Xiao Lang was about to reach out to scratch his stomach again, he raised his hand to stop Xiao Lang: "Is your stomach uncomfortable?"

Xu Yanqing quickly closed the notebook, he was a little fascinated by it, he didn't even know when Mu Yu left or when the Taoist priest came.

Fortunately, Daoist Xuanchen wasn't paying attention to the script at the moment, so Mr. Xiao Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly stuffed the script under the pillow.

"What else will the Taoist say?" Xu Yanqing blinked with innocence in his eyes.

The author says:

small theater:

In a modern kindergarten, children sit in rows and learn to do handicrafts together.

Child Yin Yanjun made a small red flower and put it on the head of child Xu Yanqing: "Cute!"

Xu Yanqing's face was blank: "What are you doing, brother?"

The little girl Yin Yanjun imitated the adult appearance, with a straight face and duplicity: "It's nothing, you have to listen to the teacher obediently, don't be distracted."

Xu Yanqing nodded obediently: "Okay!"