This dish actually shines!
Both Xiao Meng and Xiao Yue were stunned, completely attracted by the brilliance and fragrance in front of them. In the casserole, beams of light seemed to break out of cocoons, filling their eyeballs, so dazzling, so dazzling .
Guanghua only lasted for one breath before he restrained himself, and hot white air gushed out from the casserole, like a tangible fragrance.
Xiao Yue swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling that the wounds he was hit by Xiao Meng healed in an instant, without feeling the slightest pain, his eyes fell on the dishes in the casserole.
This Bauhinia Lingbao soup is not a thick soup, it is different from the purple ginseng and phoenix chicken soup, it is not greasy, but very clear, the soup is clear and transparent, like a clear spring in the mountains, extremely sweet, even the sky in the soup bottom Ling Bao is clearly visible.
The abalone was boiled that day, the meat turned out, and it was full of fragrance. There was no other impurity in the soup.
It was as if this Bauhinia Lingbao Soup was boiled directly with Tianling Abalone and Tianshan clear spring water.
Bu Fang took a small celadon bowl and scooped up a bowl of soup with a blue and white spoon. The soup was so clear that if it wasn't for the heat and strong aroma, he almost thought it was boiling water.
Xiao Yue took the porcelain bowl that Bu Fang handed over, and the whole person came back to his senses. He straightened his mother who was leaning on the chair, and Xiao Meng stepped forward and directly took the porcelain bowl from Xiao Yue's hand.
The face of Xiao Meng, the most powerful man in the empire, has long since lost his composure and composure, instead he was only cautious and worried about gains and losses.
Trembling, he scooped up a spoonful of soup and fed it to Ji Ruer slowly. Xiao Meng's heart was in his throat, and he stared at Ji Ruer's pale face without blinking.
Suddenly, his eyes burst out with a bright light, because he noticed that after drinking this spoonful of soup, Ji Ru'er's pale face turned rosy, which had never happened before!
it works! Really useful!
Xiao Meng was so excited that he almost spilled the soup in the porcelain bowl in his hand, he quickly calmed down the excitement in his heart, and continued to feed Ji Ru'er the soup.
Spoon by spoon, carefully, as if caring for your most precious thing.
Bu Fang glanced at the two of them, then used chopsticks to fish out the Tianling Bao from the casserole, and pinched the shell of the Tianling Bao. trembling.
Green smoke was lingering in Bu Fang's hand, and the keel kitchen knife emerged. With a turn of the kitchen knife, the abalone meat of Tianling Bao was directly chopped into small pieces by Bu Fang.
"Feed her to eat. This day, the meat of the spirit abalone has absorbed the effects of the bauhinia xinlan and many kinds of elixir. Under the catalysis of the spirit array that comes with it, the healing effect should be better." Bu Fang said the spirit abalone Handed the meat to Xiao Meng and said.
Xiao Meng glanced at Bu Fang gratefully, and then fed the Lingbao meat into Ji Ru'er's mouth. Ji Ru'er, who had been silent for a while, trembled slightly, opened her mouth, and let out a soft breath.
This breath contained a surging and rich aura, which filled the shop with a strong fragrance.
Xiao Meng became even more excited. Under his excited gaze, Ji Ru'er's long eyelashes trembled, and then her eyes slowly opened...
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The cold is getting stronger and stronger, and the snowflakes are getting thicker and thicker. The paved long street in the imperial capital is covered with snow.
On the long street, two figures walked slowly. Ji Chengxue was wearing a white robe and a fluffy cloak, walking in the wind and snow. Beside him was a majestic man in short-sleeved linen with a beard. Insolent, his eyes are like copper bells.
The two walked slowly, leaving footprints on the long street.
"Your Highness, tomorrow is the funeral of the late emperor, but even the chief executive called the three princes into the palace today. Could it be that he wants to announce His Majesty's will?" the tall, bearded man said in a muffled voice.
Ji Chengxue walked slowly, glanced at the man, and said with a gentle smile: "Maybe, but no matter what the content of the will is... my two elder brothers will definitely fight."
The bearded man glanced at Ji Chengxue, and suddenly asked: "Your Highness, do you think the late emperor will pass the throne to you in the will?"
When Ji Chengxue heard this question, she was taken aback for a moment. She stopped in her tracks and stood where she was.
"Impossible, he has no reason to pass on the throne to me, after all... I am the son he hates the most." Ji Chengxue said lightly, her voice was long and full of sighs.
After that, Ji Chengxue continued to move forward, and the bearded beard stopped talking immediately, and followed behind him, heading towards the majestic Daxiong Hall.
At the entrance of Tianxuanmen, King Yu stood upright, wearing a purple gold crown on his head, wrapped around a belt inlaid with jade, and was in high spirits. Behind him was a respectful middle-aged man with a flattering smile on his face. At first glance, he is a person with exquisite minds.
This person is the Minister of Finance in charge of finance in the imperial capital, Sun Qing.
King Yu glanced at Ji Chengxue who was coming slowly from a distance, twitched the corner of his mouth, sneered, turned around and stepped into the Tianxuan Gate, towards the Daxiong Hall.
The Tianxuan Gate is extremely wide, and the square is covered with white snow. Only two stone pillars carved with patterns stand tall, but the top of the stone pillars is also covered with white snow. Looking around, it is a vast expanse of whiteness.
On the Tianxuanmen Square, some scattered eunuchs began to clear the snow, because tomorrow is His Majesty's funeral, this heavy snow will hinder the road to the imperial mausoleum, because they must pass through Tianxuanmen at that time.
On the majestic but a bit gloomy Daxiong Hall, there are many figures. These figures are all high officials of the dynasty, and they are all prominent figures in the Qingfeng Empire.
The left minister was wearing court clothes, standing solemnly, squinting his eyes slightly as if he was closing his eyes to rest his mind.
Ouyang's family, Yang's family, the Minister of Finance and other high officials in the court also stood silently, waiting silently for the appearance of Chief Lian Fu, because they knew that today was definitely not an ordinary day.
His Majesty's will has been kept secret for so long, and it will be announced eventually, and this will also determine the final ownership of the throne.
Is it the prince? Or King Yu? Many ministers who had already taken their positions felt uneasy.
As for the third prince... the ministers are basically not optimistic, because the attitude of the late emperor towards the third prince gave them the feeling of disgust and indifference, so in the eyes of everyone, including Ji Chengxue himself, the possibility of him inheriting the throne is the lowest.
The three princes are all standing under the Daxiong Hall, and the dragon chair made of gold is in front of them, high above them, they only need to take one step, and they can become the top of ten thousand people.
Suddenly, the main hall where there were still some chatter was suddenly quiet, and the crowd separated. Lian Fu held the imperial decree in his hand respectfully, and walked slowly step by step from outside the Daxiong Hall. the chill.
After all, he is a master of the seventh-rank war sage level, and his emotional changes have reached the level of affecting the emotions of those around him.
"Eunuch, is this... is the imperial father's edict?" Looking at the imperial edict in Lian Fu's hand, the prince still couldn't help asking for confirmation.
Lian Fu glanced at the prince and nodded seriously.
The prince was overjoyed immediately, because he felt that the possibility of his father passing on the throne to him was the greatest, not only because he was the prince, but also because the emperor liked him the most when he was alive.
Lian Fu pinched the orchid finger, flicked the dust whisk, and hung it between his hands, then gently spread out the imperial edict, rolled up the edict, and stood in front of the dragon chair, ready to read it out.
Underneath, everyone held their breath, staring at Lian Fu in front of the dragon chair, waiting for the final ownership of the throne.