After saying that, Cattail also came to his senses, lowered his head and tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Actually, the slaves are all, all..."
"Okay, don't worry about it, I know you guys are doing it for my own good, but it's okay to send soup." Pan'er put the small bowl on the kang table, found a comfortable position and continued to read.
When Cattail was cleaning up the bowl, she still wanted to say something, when Aunt Qing came over and pushed her out with the tray.
"Okay, the master has more ideas than you, it's okay, you and Xiao Dezi don't think about it, it's just that the master Fengyi has a bad temper and doesn't care about you, and it's someone else who interferes with the master's affairs casually, so be careful."
"aunt… "
"Not yet!"
After the cattails went down, Aunt Qing took a look at Pan'er, seeing that she seemed to be fine, she didn't say anything.
Don't think that Pan'er will be calm now, but she is actually a little unhappy in her heart.
What other people do is to do something, but everything the prince does has a deep meaning. Just like the frequency of his coming to her recently, from coming every day to coming every other day, it gradually turned into coming every two days, and today is the third day he hasn't come.
Was he trying to get her used to him not coming every day, or was he telling her there were some things she had to get used to
From Pan'er's point of view, the prince is good in everything, but his way of doing things is too calm, so calm that sometimes he appears cruel, even cold-blooded.
Fortunately, 'she' has long been used to it, and has even cultivated to the point where she can guess the good side from his behavior and ignore the bad ones.
Just like what he is doing now, after all, he is the prince, even if he has a momentary crush on her, he can't accompany her every day and only come to her place, that's not good for her, it will only harm her.
She will have to get used to it one day, and he is letting her get used to it now.
If it was Pan'er in the previous life, he would usually understand the deep meaning of Emperor Jianping, but Pan'er didn't want to understand it this time.
She suddenly put the book in her hand on the kang table and called Cattail loudly.
Cattail was in a lawsuit with Xiao Dezi outside, and Xiao Dezi complained that she had sold herself, but Cattail was born with this temperament and was young, so it was more like a joke than a lawsuit.
Bai Zhu heard the sound and came out to look for cattails.
Cattail heard that Fengyi was looking for her, so she hurried into the house.
"come here."
Pan'er beckoned her to come closer, seeing this posture, Cattail was excited to know that the master had made another move. After she listened to Pan'er's instructions, she immediately nodded and went out.
Cattail went out and called Xiao Dezi, and told him to go to the dining room together.
Xiao Dezi looked puzzled, and Cattail smiled: "I can do things, master wants to deliver soup to the crown prince."
Hearing this, Xiao Dezi was also very happy. If the master doesn't know, the slaves have to point it out; if the master doesn't understand, they have to give advice on the sidelines.
Sending soup, this is the only way to invite pets in the palace! It can not only show your virtuousness, but also show your sense of existence. If the crown prince drank the soup and thought of the goodness of the master, wouldn't he come to see the master
"What kind of soup do you want to send, master? Is it the stewed pig heart with Codonopsis ginseng and wolfberry? This soup can calm the nerves and replenish energy in summer."
Cattail shook his head, showing a bit of hesitation: "No, the soup that the master wants to send is quite strange, and there is also a kind of medicinal material in it, which is probably not available in the dining room. If it is difficult, let us give it to you." some benefits."
"What kind of soup? The dining room often cooks some nourishing soup for the masters. There should be some medicinal materials to use. What kind of medicinal materials are they?"
"It seems to be called Cistanche. Yes, it is stewed lamb kidney with Cistanche and wolfberry."
The speaker didn't realize it, and the listener almost fell out.
Cattail hurriedly went to pull Xiao Dezi: "Are you okay, you fell down no matter how you walked."
Xiao Dezi stood firm, looked at Cattail's ignorance and ignorance, and a strange look appeared on his face.
"The master really said that he wanted to give it like this?"
Cattail nodded again and again: "Of course, the master specifically explained it."
Xiao Dezi wiped his face, and wanted to go back and remind Master Fengyi, but then he thought that Master Fengyi had entered the East Palace as a follower, and he didn't look like a mountain, but he just took the lead. Could it be a person who has no ability
Maybe the master has his own attention? Maybe the prince will be happy after sending it to him
Xiao Dezi convinced himself silently in his heart, then went to the dining room, took the cattails outside, and went to talk to Eunuch Jia. After the two chatted, Eunuch Jia patted his chest and said that he had given it to him. Xiao Dezi wanted to give him money, but he didn't want it yet, saying that Cistanche was not difficult to get.
He promised well, but turned around to find Eunuch Wang and told him about it.
"Godfather, do you think our father can't do it? If not, how can the master call for this soup?" He stumbled and hesitated.
Eunuch Wang slapped him on the forehead and scolded: "You can say that? After all, the soup is what the master wants, and we will give it if she wants it. Cistanche is not easy to get. Pharmacy, as for the rest, it has nothing to do with us, will you pretend to be deaf and dumb?"
"Yes, yes." Eunuch Jia replied again and again, feeling the hot sweat.
The soup was not stewed until the afternoon, and Xiao Dezi personally sent the food box to Yuqing Palace.
When they arrived at Yuqing Palace, they heard that he was the eunuch next to Su Fengyi, so someone led him to Fulu.
"Your master sent your highness the soup?"
Xiao Dezi nodded and bowed again and again, but his smile was a bit forced: "The master specially asked the dining room to stew it, and asked the slave to bring it while it was hot."
"Okay, give me something."
Fu Lu took the food box and waved Xiao Dezi away.
Seeing that Xiao Dezi was leaving very quickly, he laughed and cursed before turning around and entering the study.
The prince is writing.
The prince can have a calligraphy that is praised by everyone, thanks to his hard work and hard work, he works hard every day. Whenever he has spare time, he will lay out a few words on a piece of paper, to nourish his spirit and benefit himself.
Seeing the gap where the prince stopped in the middle, Fu Lu took a step forward and said: "Master, Su Fengyi sent someone to make up soup."
"Send soup?"
The prince looked sideways suspiciously, as if a little surprised. He put down his pen, picked up a handkerchief from the side, wiped his hands, and then sat down on a chair.
"Bring it up."
Not long after, a little eunuch came up with a tray.
Foreign things have to go through a poison test before they enter the prince's mouth, but this matter is under the control of others, and Fulu also took the soup, only to see what kind of soup it is, and almost threw the soup out without a stagger.
Of course, his on-the-spot reaction was not that bad. After standing still, he subconsciously wanted to take the soup down, but was stopped by the prince.
"What the hell? Bring it here!"
Fu Lu hung his head and walked over with slumped shoulders.
The prince took a look at the sweet white porcelain soup cup, and finally understood why Fu Lu reacted abnormally.
Cistanche
This thing is not rare, but it is not found in the territory of Dazhou, and it is a tribute from Fanbang. Its effect is loved by many men, it can not only replenish essence and blood, but also strengthen yang and invigorate qi.
Don't ask the prince why he knows, he just sees that Empress Fu will use this most of the time to send tonic soup to Emperor Cheng'an.
What about the other
The prince stirred it with a spoon, is this lamb kidney
Ok, I gave him cistanche and stewed lamb kidneys again, which means that he...
The prince laughed angrily.
After laughing, he drank the soup, not a drop left, in Fu Lu's horrified eyes.
Afterwards, he continued to write for a while, and then went to the front study to discuss things with people. After this busy work, he reached the sunset, and then he pondered for a while and said: "The dinner is at Su Fengyi's place."
The slaves in the west chamber only knew that the master sent soup to the prince, but as for what kind of soup was sent, only Xiao Dezi knew.
So when the prince came, everyone didn't think much about it, and they were even quite happy. It's just that Pan'er's smile is a bit stiff, but no one can see it.
Because the prince came, there were many more dishes on the dinner table.
Meat or vegetarian, cold or hot, and a dish of Cordyceps duck, served with bazhen cake and longan buns, as well as milk-skin sesame cakes with soft white sugar and salty scallion pancakes with a layer of milk skin on the top.
This biscuit is a specialty of the dining room. Reconcile the noodles, roll them out very thin, sprinkle with seasonings, finely chopped green onions and fried sesame seeds on top, roll them into a ball, roll them into a cake shape again, and bake them in the oven. When you eat them, they are crispy on the outside and fragrant on the inside. , I fell in love with the dish once I ate it.
Pan'er especially likes to eat salty ones, and she can eat several of them with a soup. She ordered this pancake for dinner tonight, because the crown prince came, and added a few more dishes, and added two more porridge.
Among the pastries, the crown prince dislikes cakes the least. Of course, it's not that he doesn't want to eat them. It's just that if he doesn't eat such cakes that will drop crumbs, it will damage his image too much. At this time, seeing that Pan'er was eating happily, he couldn't help but taste it, and it tasted good after one taste.
So Pan'er only ate two, but he ate four, and the cake was not too big, only the size of a palm.
After dinner, the two of them looked for something to eat.
Seeing that Pan'er loves to read recently, the prince couldn't help but think of her writing, and asked her to write a few words for him to read.
This matter is a pain in the ass, her handwriting was not very good in her previous life, and she was often rejected by Emperor Jianping, and now she is here again.
But the more she was unwilling, the more curious the crown prince became. The two of them went to the study, and because Pan'er was unwilling, the crown prince spread paper and ink for her.
When the matter came to an end, Pan'er could only bite the bullet and write a few words.
The prince picked it up and looked at it, and then looked at the plate: "You need to practice your handwriting."
"Not practicing."
Another example that the mouth is faster than the brain, and this is what Pan'er often said to Emperor Jianping in the previous life. She repeated the old trick, with a bitter face, she pulled his sleeve and shook it: "My hands are weak, and my hands hurt after practicing calligraphy for a long time."
As she spoke, she also showed the prince her white and tender little hand.
The prince held it in his hand and looked at it. It was indeed small and white, with slender wrists. Thinking of the hardships he had endured to practice calligraphy, the prince relented a little.
Think about it, what is she practicing calligraphy for? There is no need to make a fuss, the women in the palace can't write a few words all year round. Of course, it's not that they don't write. The women in the palace all believe in Buddhism and copy Buddhist scriptures. It's a pity that there are not many people who sincerely turn to the Buddha, and they all copy it for others to read. Over time, I feel that I am merciful, but in fact, merciful people have long since died in the palace.
Pan'er didn't know that the prince had thought so much about practicing calligraphy. But the prince is soft-hearted, he will not behave like this on the surface.
"It's better to practice, it's also good for yourself."
What good can it do? Women in the harem need to write
It is useless at all, and even the best words are wasted. It's not that she doesn't write, Pan'er knows that there are many people in the palace who like to copy Buddhist scriptures, but they are all copied for the emperor, for the queen mother, and for the empress, but now she is a little Fengyi of the East Palace, She won't be able to get in front of a few big Buddhas, and the prince doesn't want to eat this, so she'd better save it.
But she definitely wouldn't say that on the surface, but she told the prince sincerely that she would definitely practice in the future when she has free time.
The prince looked into her eyes, feeling a little doubtful in his heart, always feeling that she was just perfunctory himself.
Don't look at others who dare not, but she is very brave, why don't you give him that kind of soup
Thinking of this, the prince's heart hardened again, and he said solemnly: "Anyway, there is nothing to do now, so you can practice a few first. I will read a few books here, and you practice calligraphy."
The prince took a book from the shelf and sat down on a chair by the window.
Pan'er stood there, thinking that he was deliberately taking revenge on himself. He had never done such a thing before. Could it be that a young person still has a childlike heart
Difficult to get off the tiger, she had no choice but to ask Bai Shu to spread paper and ink for herself.
She wanted to dawdle to see if the prince would be soft-hearted, so she looked at him without hesitation, but the prince was so hard-hearted that he didn't even look at her.