Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

Therefore, when Song Qingyuan demonstrated the cake making process, those people were extremely serious, their eyes widened, for fear of missing any details.

In the evening of that day, when the person who learned how to make cakes returned home, many people gathered in front of his house, all of whom came to inquire about the news.

"Arnold, what have you and Your Highness learned? Show it to everyone."

"I heard that it is a kind of food that is more delicious than copper hot pot."

"real or fake?"

Even the always prudent grandpa at home put down his work, came over and asked if he could do it for everyone to try.

"That won't do!"

The young man called "Arnuo" quickly shook his head, raised his hand to push away the people crowded around him, and said: "If you want to learn, just wait a few days. His Highness will announce the production method, but now you can Can't tell you."

As he walked to his courtyard, he explained to Grandpa: "It's not that my son won't make it for you. Your Highness said today that this is for the soldiers who are going home. My son will make it for you to eat now. Not suitable."

"To welcome the soldiers?" Grandpa patted his son on the shoulder, nodded and said, "You are right, we really can't eat this in advance."

"That's right, when the king returns with our warriors from Mobei, we can all eat it!" Seeing this, the passers-by stopped and said loudly to everyone.

"We all have a share?" Everyone asked in surprise and joy.

"Of course. Manager Duokang said, what is this called... yes, having fun with the people!" The man said to the crowd across a water tank for drinking horses.

After guessing a few more words about what His Royal Highness was going to eat, the people scattered in all directions, all of them were full of anticipation for the triumphant return of the army.

What that person said was indeed true. In Song Qingyuan's plan, a small piece of cake was prepared for each commoner.

Although it was only a piece the size of a palm, it was considered a celebration together.

Of course, the five-story cake tower is not enough, so in addition to the cake tower, they also baked nearly a thousand ordinary cakes that day.

Although the cake embryo can be baked in advance, but with so many cakes, it takes several hours to whip the cream.Fortunately, Song Qingyuan asked the craftsmen to make several hand-cranked egg beaters a few days ago.

In addition, there are dozens of chefs who have practiced many times in the past few days and are familiar with the method of making cakes. Otherwise, so many cakes may not be completed before the army reaches the discord tribe.

On that day, before dawn, there were busy sounds in the backyards of several restaurants serving as temporary cake making rooms.

"Go and watch the fire, don't let the cake burn!"

"You go to the warehouse to get honey, there is not enough honey."

"Get some more raisins!"

Although there are many busy people coming and going, everyone has a clear division of labor and is orderly. There is no chaos in the small yard.

As the aroma of baked cakes continued to overflow from the stove to the outside, all the passing people stopped for it, closed their eyes and took a deep breath of the sweet air.Hundreds of cake embryos were also carried to another room one after another.

On the left hand side of the room are several machines, while on the right is a whole workbench.

After the pure white cream was poured into the basin and gradually whipped as fluffy and smooth as clouds, people poured deep purple berry juice into it, dyed the clouds into soft pink, and sent them to the workbench on the other side.

The cake embryo is evenly coated with a layer of cream, and the sweet aroma mixed with the unique aroma of berries hits the face.

But this is not over yet. Under Song Qingyuan's command, everyone sprinkled a thin layer of chopped nuts on top, and then decorated with a few bright raspberries. The cake with a complete layer of color, fragrance and flavor is finally completed, which is eye-catching. mouth watering.

Seeing that the cake here was almost finished, Wu Qina ran into the yard and said to Song Qingyuan: "Your Highness, it's time for us to set off."

"it is good."

Song Qingyuan washed off the flour on his hands with clean water, followed Wu Qina and the others, and rode his horse all the way to a small hill in front of Muhe Grassland.

The sun is gradually setting in the west, and the clear blue sky is dyed into a warm orange red by the setting sun, and even the distant mountains are covered with a layer of glow.

Suddenly, there was a mighty sound of horseshoes, and even the ground began to tremble, and everyone hurriedly looked into the distance.

"It's my army from Mobei!"

"The king is back!"

Everyone hurriedly rode their horses and galloped towards the direction of the sound. Sure enough, they saw the army that had reined in their horses and stopped on the other side of the slope.

The leader was dressed in a black military uniform, and his slightly curly hair was blown up by the wind. When he saw the person coming, he showed a chuckle that he was all too familiar with.

Even though many years had passed, Song Qingyuan didn't understand how he was surrounded by a group of extremely burly people, how did Lian Ti discover his existence the moment he raised his eyes.

But at that moment, at the moment when Lian Ti's eyes met, only the sound of his own heartbeat remained in Song Qingyuan's ears.

Countless worries and longings turned into such a clear and warm heartbeat.

Lian Ti's amber eyes were very bright, and the emotion in them was warm and straightforward, which made Song Qingyuan feel numb all over, but he never looked away, facing Lian Ti directly in the dust See.

Other voices were automatically filtered by Song Qingyuan. He watched Lian Ti approaching with his horse, then dismounted and came to him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness has worked hard these past few months."

Whether it's defending this land for himself, or his countless day and night worries.

Every time Lian Ti read Song Qingyuan's uneasy reply and reassured himself, he wished to fly to his side immediately.

He could only march day and night, rushing to the forefront in every battle, so that this period of time could be shortened a little bit, and then a little bit shorter.

Fortunately, I finally returned to Song Qingyuan's side with the great victory that everyone was expecting, and I did not let him down.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it was too obvious that he couldn't even mention it, so he just raised his hand and squeezed Song Qingyuan's shoulder, and pressed down gently.

Just when he was about to withdraw his hand, he felt a touch of warmth in his chest.

Lian Ti froze in place.After a long time, he withdrew his arms, put them on Song Qingyuan's back, and followed them as if to comfort him.

Before the army set off, Lian Ti had embraced Song Qingyuan in his arms at the touch of a finger, but it was far less intimate than it is now.

He could even clearly feel the chin of the man in his arms resting on his shoulder.

After a long time, realizing that his arms were empty, he turned his head and said with a smile:

"Why are your eyes red?"

Song Qingyuan took a step back, closed his eyes heavily, and said in a muffled voice, "Your breastplate is too hard, it hurts my shoulder."

"Oh. So that's how it is." He didn't even mention his excuses, but bent his eyes and nodded following his words.

Obviously, Song Qingyuan himself realized that this excuse was not a good one, so he laughed out loud with a "puchi".

Among those traveling with Song Qingyuan, Wu Qina, who had the sharpest eyesight, ran the farthest, and the others basically rushed into the army, looking for people they knew well, leaving Amur alone, as if sleepwalking. Looking at the scene in front of him, he opened and closed his mouth, forgetting to salute.

Lian Ti gave Amur a hard look behind Song Qingyuan's back, as if blaming him for his ignorance.

Before Amur could defend himself, Song Qingyuan said, "Let's go back to Muhe Tribe first."

Lian Ti turned his head to give orders to the lieutenant general, then got on his horse, threw off the army, and walked in front alongside Song Qingyuan.

After walking for a while, Song Qingyuan's mood basically stabilized.He glanced back at the cavalry behind him. Before he could speak, he even mentioned the situation of the army to Song Qingyuan in detail as if he knew what he wanted to ask.

"This time, thanks to the alcohol His Highness asked them to bring, the casualties of the army were more than half of what they were before. When they attacked Liaozhou, the weather was hot, and the wounds were most likely to inflame and fester at this time. In the past, many soldiers finally died on the battlefield. I came back with a life, but in the end I didn’t survive the wound infection that followed..."

When he said this, Lian Ti's voice was a little low, but the next second, he shook his head.

"But this time, there are very few soldiers in the army who died due to wound inflammation."

Song Qingyuan responded in a low voice, and then said softly: "Their blood will not be shed in vain. After this war, there will be no casualties in the next ten years."

"Yeah, that's nice."

Lian Ti looked into the distance, and after a long time, he continued: "Before I met His Highness, I never thought that Mobei would have such a bright future."

I never thought about it, and I didn't dare to think about it.

It was Song Qingyuan who gave Mobei a brand new tomorrow without the sacrifice of innocent people.

"That's right." Lian Ti looked at Song Qingyuan as if remembering something, and said, "Your Highness seems to have a very special fragrance."

He rarely even smokes incense on weekdays, how can there be any fragrance?

Song Qingyuan looked puzzled, and just as he was about to refute, he remembered that he had spent two or three hours in the cake making yard before he came here.

It's hard not to smell the aroma of cakes that fill the yard, it's probably all marinated.

I was too busy asking Dajun about it just now, but I forgot about the cake.

Song Qingyuan smiled, and said: "The army returned triumphantly. I thought I must celebrate it, so I asked someone to make some small cakes. I guess it smelled like passing by the back kitchen."

What he didn't tell Lian Ti was that the cake actually had five layers, which was as tall as a person.When it was just assembled, everyone was stunned, and they all stood around the cake tower dumbfounded, looking up at the topmost flower decoration in a daze.

Not revealing anything so that when he sees the cake, he will be pleasantly surprised.

Lian Ti did not expect that the "small cake" Song Qingyuan said would be five stories high.He looked at Song Qingyuan, and only asked, "Is it the cake?"

When he mentioned the word "cake", he deliberately emphasized his tone.

Song Qingyuan didn't notice this slight abnormality, nodded and said: "It should be."

Lian Ti lowered his head and laughed.Song Qingyuan said that the cake was made to celebrate the return of the soldiers, but he felt that the person next to him, covered in the aroma of the cake, was more like his favorite piece of "cake".

Some not-so-good thoughts appeared uncontrollably in Lian Ti's mind.When Xu Shi saw him, that gentle yet firm hug aroused his delusions again.

The gods brought prayers for the prosperity of the country and the people to his subjects, but he tried to take the gods for himself.

The secret selfishness hidden in the bottom of my heart was rekindled.Thousands of thoughts swirled in Lian Ti's mind, and he realized belatedly that his expectations seemed likely to be answered.

He turned his head to look at the person beside him, and the words that he had organized for a long time were swirling around his lips.But in the end, Lian Ti still didn't say anything, just asked with a smile: "Is it the cake His Highness made last time? I like that taste very much."

The author says:

Amur: I should be under the car, not in the car, seeing how sweet you are...