Ying Chong

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Speaking of which, Cattail also responded, lowering his head and dragging his horns and twisting: "Actually, all slaves are, all are"

"Okay, don't bother. I know you're doing it for me, but don't worry about sending soup." Pan'er placed the small bowl on the table, and found a comfortable position to continue reading.

When Cattails cleaned up the bowl, she wanted to say something. Then Aunt Qing came over and pushed her out with the tray.

"Okay, the master has an idea than you. It's okay. You and Xiaodezi don't want to toss and fool around. This also brings you to Fengyi's temper and doesn't care about you. Change to someone else, interfere with the master's affairs and eat the board carefully.

"Aunt"

"Not yet!"

Cattail went down, and Aunt Qing glanced at Pan'er and saw nothing if she was fine.

Don't look at Paner, it will be calm, in fact, she is a little unhappy.

One thing other people do is to do it, but everything the Prince Edward does, do n’t have a deep meaning. Just like how often he came to her recently, he came every other day from day to day, and gradually evolved into two days. Today is the third day.

Does he want her to get used to him not coming every day, or is she telling her something she needs to get used to?

From Paner's point of view, the prince is okay with everything, that is, his way of doing things is too calm, so cool that sometimes he looks cruel, even cold-blooded.

Fortunately, ‘she’ has long been used to it, and has even practiced to be able to guess the good side from his behavior and ignore the bad ones.

Just like what he is doing now, after all, he is a prince. Even if she has a moment of joy for her, it is impossible to accompany her every day to come only to her, which is not good for her and will only harm her.

She'll get used to it one day, and he's getting her used to it now.

If you change to Paner in the previous life, you will usually understand it when you understand the profound meaning of Emperor Jianping, but Paner does not want to understand it this time.

Suddenly she held the book in her arms and called out for Cattail.

Cattail is in a lawsuit with Xiaodezi outside. Xiaodezi complains that she sold herself, but Xiangpu is born with this temperament and is young, so it ’s more like a lawsuit than a lawsuit.

Baizhu heard the sound and came out to look for cattails.

Cattail heard that Fengyi was looking for her and went into the house when she was busy.

"come here."

Pan'er beckoned and asked her to get closer. As soon as she saw this posture, Cattail was excited to know that the master had moved again. After she heard Paner's orders, she nodded and went out.

Cattail went out and called Xiaodezi, calling him to go to the dining room.

Xiao Dezi's eyes were puzzled, and Cattail smiled: "I'll take care of it. The master wants to send soup to the Prince."

After hearing that, Xiaodezi was also very happy. If the master does not know, they have to mention something about being a minion. If the master does not understand, they have to give their ideas aside.

Send soup, this is the only way to invite pets in the palace! Not only can you show your virtues, but you can also show your presence. If the prince drank the soup and remembered his goodness, wouldn't he come to see him?

"What soup is the master going to send? Is that Codonopsis medlar stew pig heart? This soup will be soothing and refreshing in the summer."

Cattail shook his head, revealing a bit of hesitation: "No, the soup the owner wants to send is very rare, and there is a medicinal ingredient in it. It is probably not in the dining room. If it is difficult to get it, let us Some benefits. "

"What soup? The dining room often helps the masters to simmer some nutritious soup. Should there be no medicinal herbs to use? What kind of medicinal herbs are they?"

"It seems to be called Cistanche. Yes, it is Cistanche medlar stewed mutton kidney."

The speaker didn't realize that the listener almost fell out.

Cattail rushed to pull Xiaodezi: "Are you okay, you have fallen all the way."

Xiaodezi stood still, looked at the ignorance of Cattail's face, and there was a strange look on his face.

"Do you really want to give it like this?"

Cattail nodded again and again: "Of course, the master and his son specifically explained."

Xiaodezi wiped his face, wanted to go back to remind Fengyi, and then thought of Fengyi's entry into the East Palace. It seemed that the mountains were not exposed, so he gave it to the monopoly. Can he be a person with no ability?

Maybe the master has his own attention? Maybe he was happy when he was sent to Grandpa?

Xiaodezi persuaded himself silently in his heart, then went to the dining room, he put the cattails outside, and went to talk to **** Jia deliberately. The two talked. Eunuch Jia patted his chest and said it was handed over to him. Xiaodezi wanted to give him silver. He hadn't asked yet, and said Cistanche was not difficult to get.

He promised well, but turned to the **** Wang and told him about it.

"Godfather, do you think our grandfather can't do it, if not how can the master name this kind of soup?" He stumbled and hesitated.

Eunuch Wang slaps him on the forehead and scolds, "You can say this? Anyway, the soup is what the master wants. She wants us to give it. The Cistanche is not easy to get. You go to Yu Pharmacy, as the rest has nothing to do with us, will it be deaf and dumb? "

"Yes, yes." Eunuch Jia answered again and again, feeling the sweat.

The soup was not cooked until the afternoon, and Xiaodezi personally carried the food container to Yuqing Palace.

At Yuqing Palace, I heard that he was the **** next to Su Fengyi, and someone led him to Fulu.

"Your lord gives his highness soup?"

Xiaodezi nodded his head again and again, but his smile was a little reluctant: "The master specially explained the stew in the dining room, and let the slaves take advantage of the heat."

"Okay, give me something."

Fu Lu took the food container and waved his hand to let the little virtue go.

Seeing Xiaodezi leaving very quickly, he laughed and cursed before turning into the study.

The prince is writing.

auzw.com Prince Edward can have a word of praise, thanks to his diligence and hard work, day to day, whenever there is free time, he will spread a few words on paper. To nourish qi, you can also benefit yourself.

Seeing that the prince in the middle stopped, Fu Lu stepped forward and said, "Master, Su Fengyi brought the soup to the people."

"Send soup?"

The prince looked sideways in doubt, and seemed a little surprised. He put down his pen, picked up the wiper from the side, wiped his hand, and then went to the chair to sit down.

"Hold it up."

After a while, a little **** came up holding the tray.

Before foreign objects enter the Prince's mouth, they must be tested for poison, but this matter is under the control of others. Fulu also took the soup to see what soup was, and almost did not throw the soup out.

Of course, his on-site response was not so bad. After standing still, he wanted to end the soup subconsciously, but was stopped by the prince.

"What the hell? Come here!"

Fu Lu bowed her head and walked down with her shoulders folded.

The Prince took a look at the sweet white porcelain soup bowl, and finally understood why Fulu's reaction was abnormal.

Cistanche?

This thing is not rare, but it is not in the territory of Da Zhou, but a tributary of Fan State. Its effect is loved by many men, it can not only fill the essence and blood, but also aphrodisiac.

Don't ask the Prince why he knows, he will use this most of the time for Queen Fu to send soup to Emperor Cheng Andi.

What about the other?

The prince stirred with a spoon. Is this a mutton?

OK, give him Cistanche again, and stew a lamb shank, this is saying he

The prince was ridiculed.

After laughing, he drank the soup, leaving no drop in his eyes, in the horrified eyes of Fu Lu.

After that, he continued to write for a while, and went to the study in front of him to discuss things with others. This was a busy day at sunset, and he groaned: "The dinner is at Su Fengyi."

The slaves in the West Chamber only knew that the master had given soup to the prince. As for what soup was delivered, I was afraid only the little virtue knew.

So when the prince came, everyone didn't think much about it and was even happy. Paner's smile was a bit stiff, but no one could see it.

Because the prince was here, there were more dishes on the dinner table.

The simmered vegetarian, hot and cold, and a cordyceps duck, served with Bazhen cakes and longan buns, and milk crusted croissants coated with white sugar and salted scallion pancakes.

This sesame cake is the best of the dining room. Reconcile the noodles and roll them very thinly. Sprinkle with seasonings and finely chopped shallots and fried sesame seeds, roll them into a ball, roll them into a pancake, and bake them in the oven. , Paner once fell in love with it.

Pan'er especially likes salty food. With a soup, she can eat several. She called for dinner this evening, because the prince came, added a few dishes, and added two porridge.

In the pasta, the prince's least favorite is to eat cakes, of course, not to not eat them, but not to eat such cakes that will lose dregs, which is too detrimental to the image. At this point, seeing Paner eating happily, she couldn't help but try it, and it tasted good.

So Paner only ate two, and he ate four, but this cake was not big enough to slap.

After dinner, the two asked for help.

Seeing Pan'e's recent love of reading, the prince couldn't help thinking of her words and asked her to write a few words to show him.

This incident can poke Zhongpan's feet, and her words were not well written in the previous life. She was rarely lined up by Emperor Jianping, and now she is here again.

But the more reluctant she was, the more curious the prince was, and the two went to the study because they were unwilling, and the prince also gave her paper and ink to study.

When things came to an end, Pan'er could only write a few words brazenly.

The Prince picked it up and looked at Paner: "You have to practice the word."

"No practice."

Another example is that the mouth is faster than the brain, and this is how Pan Er did not say that to Jianping Emperor. She repeated her tricks, suffering a small face, and shook his sleeve to shake: "I'm weak, I've got a lot of pain after practicing for a long time."

Then, she handed the little white tender hand to the prince.

The prince took a look in his hand. It was indeed small and white, and his wrists were slender. He remembered the bitterness he had suffered in order to practice calligraphy.

Think about it, what does she do? Without having to make an essay, the women in the palace can't write a few words all year round. Of course, it is not that they do not write. The women in the palace all believe in Buddha and copy the Buddhist scriptures. It is a pity that only a few sincerely sent to the Buddha were copied to others. Over time, they felt compassionate, but in fact the compassionate people died in the palace long ago.

Pan'er didn't know that because of this practice, the Prince thought so much. The prince was soft-hearted, and he would not behave like that.

"It's better to practice, it's good for you."

What good can it do, women in the harem need to write?

It's not used at all, no matter how good the word is, it's deserted. It ’s not that she did n’t write. Paner knows that many people in the palace like to copy the Buddhist scriptures, but these are copied to the emperor to the queen queen to the queen's maiden, but she is now a little Fengyi from the East Palace. I can't reach a few big buddhas, and the prince doesn't eat this, she should save it.

But she certainly wouldn't say so, she said to the prince sincerely, and she would practice in the free time.

The prince looked into her eyes, questioning in her heart, always felt that she was perfunctory.

Don't look at others who dare, but she dared so much, would she give him such soup?

Thinking of this, the Prince's heart was hardened again, and a serious one said, "Anyway, it's okay now, so you can practice a few first. I'll read a book here and you can practice calligraphy."

The prince took a book from the bookshelf and sat down in a chair near the window.

Pan'er stood there, feeling that he had deliberately retaliated against himself. Before, he would never do such a thing. Does it mean that people are young and have a childish mind?

She could only call Bai Shu and let her spread paper to study ink.

She wanted to wonder whether the Prince would be soft-hearted, so she kept looking at him without saying a word, but the Prince was hard-hearted and didn't even look at her. network