The Beloved in the Palm

Chapter 49 Qingyin, I underestimated you

Since Xue Qingyin went up the mountain to race horses, He Songning has been able to concentrate on his studies.

The servant called him softly through the door: "Young Master, it's time to eat."

He Songning then put down his pen and stood up.

Apart from the fact that Xue Qingyin gave him a headache and annoyance, the manor on the outskirts of the city was indeed a good place to study.

He closed the book casually and took the servant to the main hall.

Xue Qingyin happened to come down from the mountain at this time, and bumped into He Songning as soon as she entered the door.

He Songning locked onto the outer robe she was wearing at first sight.

He Songning's pupils shrank suddenly, and countless emotions suddenly surged out, but they were quickly hidden.

"Qingyin." He deliberately called her out loud.

When Xue Qingyin saw him, she did not take off her outer robe in a panic, but walked up to him: "Brother is still here."

He Songning pulled the corner of his mouth: "Are you worried that I can't concentrate on studying in Zhuangzi?"

Xue Qingyin nodded repeatedly, her face full of sincerity.

He Songning's eyes passed over her calmly.

He lowered his voice and said: "Qingyin, I underestimated you in the past." As he said, he put one hand on Xue Qingyin's shoulder and stroked the robe she was wearing heavily: "You really have some skills."

Even King Xuan could move her.

He Songning couldn't help but recall Xue Qingyin in the past.

Why did he only think she was annoying at that time?

At this time, King Xuan also came in.

Behind him were the general manager Zhao and the excited Zhao Xufeng who could not be restrained.

He Songning glanced at them inconspicuously, then raised his sleeves to wipe Xue Qingyin's forehead and said, "Why are you sweating so much playing outside?"

He really looks like a brother.

Xue Qingyin dodged him and said, "I went riding a horse."

He Songning frowned without thinking and said, "Can you ride a horse?"

On weekdays, Xue Qingyin would have to slap the horse when the carriage was a little bumpy.

Xue Qingyin just vaguely said, "Yes, I can ride a horse."

Everything is self-evident.

He Songning frowned deeply.

At this time, the servants on the farm began to serve dishes.

"Sit down, eat, why are you looking at me?" Xue Qingyin was the first to wash her hands.

Anyway, other things don't matter, she is the most active in eating.

"Your Highness Xuan Wang, please go first." He Songning looked at Xuan Wang and said politely.

Xuan Wang didn't even give him a glance, but sat down directly in the main seat.

On his left was Zhao Xufeng. Among those present, he was the one with the highest status except King Xuan.

On the right... Deputy General Fang Chengzhong sat down naturally.

Then Fang Chengzhong felt a chill on his back.

He seemed... not to be sitting here?

But standing up now would seem too deliberate, so he had to hold back.

"What is this?" Fang Chengzhong's eyes were suddenly attracted by the dishes that were gradually put on the table.

Xue Qingyin smiled and said, "Are you asking about this or that?"

Fang Chengzhong was stunned and said, "Why are all the dishes different from the food in the wine shops in Beijing?"

Of course they are different. Xue Qingyin thought to herself.

On the first day she came here, she found that cooking was not popular nowadays, but mostly stewed dishes, roasted dishes, or eaten raw.

For example, fish sashimi was extremely popular in Beijing.

Now Xue Qingyin just moved the cooking to the table.

There are also some dishes that became popular in later generations, such as roast duck.

However, what was presented to them was only a few pieces of duck skin, which were carefully arranged and naturally exquisite in small quantities.

There was also double-skin milk, sprinkled with cooked red beans, honey and dried grapes.

This was also a new product that was completely unavailable in this era.

There was a reason why Xue Qingyin dared to invite King Xuan to visit her before.

Madam Xue told her that there was a mother named Ding in the manor who was very good at cooking. Xue Qingyin's idea was to let her cook a few fresh dishes, invite King Xuan to taste them, and then use King Xuan's name to spread her fame.

What would this manor be turned into from now on? It would be turned into a holiday villa like in later generations.

Only make money from princes and nobles.

Xue Qingyin did not have such a powerful hand as He Songning, so naturally she could only take some tortuous ways.

She signaled the maid to set the dishes and chopsticks, and then said: "Please ask His Royal Highness King Xuan and General Fang to taste them."

How dare Fang Chengzhong move his chopsticks?

Only when King Xuan moved first did he couldn't help but ask again: "Why didn't I see these dishes a few days ago?"

Xue Qingyin nodded gently: "Well, because I just arrived yesterday."

Fang Chengzhong couldn't help laughing and said: "Could it be that these new things are all thought up by Miss Xue herself?"

Xue Qingyin naturally couldn't explain the real origin, just nodded and said: "Well, I have been sick since I was a child, and I have eaten all kinds of bitter things. I rarely go out, and I have nothing to do but think about these useless things."

Fang Chengzhong's face became solemn when he heard this.

Zhao Zongguan also felt a little sympathy. No wonder Miss Xue didn't dislike their young master at all, because she had also endured the torture of illness. Although the two are different, they have something in common.

"It tastes good." King Xuan's voice sounded, breaking the suddenly depressed atmosphere.

Fang Chengzhong and others also started to eat.

"What a nice smell! Even better than roasted meat!"

"It smells crispy, sweet and burnt. What kind of meat is this?"

"It has a rich milky flavor and is smooth, elastic and refreshing. What is this?"

Xue Qingyin clapped her hands.

The maid behind her respectfully handed over a document.

Fang Chengzhong took it and sent it to King Xuan.

When I opened it, I found a menu.

The font is sloppy and readable, but the name is clearly written.

Even He Songning couldn't help but take a high look.

Xue Qingyin's takeover of the industry was not as bad as he imagined.

She didn't force it on a whim, she actually wanted to run it seriously.

Fang Chengzhong found that there was a long list of items on the menu, some of which were obviously not on the table yet.

He couldn't help but laugh and said: "How much silver do I have to pay to Miss Xue's village to eat the remaining dishes?"

Xue Qingyin shook her head and said, "I don't want any money."

Fang Chengzhong muttered secretly, could it be said that we have taken advantage of His Highness King Xuan?

But that's not right.

I didn’t see Miss Xue receiving less money from the money I returned to the racecourse last time!

King Xuan, who had never spoken, moved his eyes slightly, and he whispered: "If you want to do a long-term business, the person who wrote the menu should be changed."

He Songning pursed his lower lip and was about to speak.

He has good handwriting, so he can naturally write for Xue Qingyin. But it’s just the menu on Zhuangzi? Is it worthy of him to write it?

If Xue Qingyin is willing to be soft on him,...it's not impossible.

These thoughts flashed through He Songning's mind quickly.

But in the end, before he could speak, King Xuan followed up and said, "How is Liu Xiuyuan?"

He Songning's face darkened, he closed his mouth tightly and did not try to speak again.

Manager Zhao on the side said in surprise: "Liu Xiuyuan comes to write the menu? I'm afraid he won't."

Only Xue Qingyin was confused: "Who is Liu Xiuyuan?"

Fang Chengzhong didn't know either, showing the same bewilderment that belonged to an illiterate person.

At this time, Manager Zhao smiled and said: "Miss Xue often lives in the inner house, so it is not surprising that she has not heard of his name. This Liu Xiuyuan became famous when he was thirteen years old. His characters are Feng Bo Luan Piao, Luan Chu Hong Jing, A piece of calligraphy can be sold for a sky-high price of one thousand taels of silver. Not only is his calligraphy excellent, but he is also a proud man. It is difficult to get him to inscribe it, so it is naturally expensive."

Xue Qingyin's eyes became brighter and brighter as she heard this.

OK! Great!

The servants of the Xue family could not help but secretly marvel.

How can a big girl be so proud? His Royal Highness Prince Xuan was actually willing to invite Liu Xiuyuan for the eldest girl!

How much money can their village earn on a daily basis? It would be good if they could cultivate good fields. Even the eldest son looked down upon their little business.

If I could really get Liu Xiuyuan's handwriting...

Is that still called a menu?

It is clearly a unique and peerless calligraphy treasure!

Just as the servants were sighing secretly, Xue Qingyin spoke again: "Then are there any other powerful painters?"

Fang Chengzhong wondered: "What does Miss Xue want the painter to do?"

"It's useful, it's useful!" Xue Qingyin said in one stroke, but her eyes looked at King Xuan eagerly.

Her eyes were wandering, and she was flattering without smiling.

"No." King Xuan said.

Xue Qingyin looked disappointed, but it was soon replaced by a smile. She said: "It doesn't matter, this is enough. Thank you, Your Highness, I can't repay you..."

She could speak such sentence patterns smoothly.

King Xuan looked at her and said two words: "It doesn't matter."

It's just that when these two words came out of his mouth, they had a different meaning.

After riding for such a long time today, and halfway through the meal, Xue Qingyin felt a strong sense of tiredness.

She yawned and left everyone to slowly eat the fresh dishes. She asked the maid to support her and went back to the yard to wash up and rest.

King Xuan's robe was still on her body, and no one said anything about taking it off.

She walked all the way to the courtyard and met the Xuanwu Army several times on the way.

These tall soldiers with a cold temperament, as soon as their eyes touched the clothes on her body, they hurriedly lowered their heads, retreated to both sides of the road, and respectfully saw her off.

Xue Qingyin was a little speechless.

No wonder King Xuan is not afraid of others seeing him... After all, the people left in Zhuangzi today are "his own people".

Either from the Xue family or the Xuanwu Army.

Who dares to speak out?

King Xuan is indeed very watertight!

Xue Qingyin raised her hands and tightened the tight-fitting robe. There was still a faint scent of sandalwood in the clothes, which made people feel indescribably calm.

Then she strutted across the threshold.

The door closes.

The maids and women fetched water for her to bathe.

Xue Qingyin took off her clothes, and as soon as she stepped into the bathtub and sat down, she saw the maid with her sparkling eyes open. Her tone was cautious, but she couldn't hold back her excitement: "Are you going to be... Princess Xuan?"

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