Author: Kyuubi-kun

"Just be grounded. It's better to go out and walk less." Yinzhen finished speaking nonchalantly, and then said: "What about the fourteenth brother? Does the emperor have an explanation?"

Wu Lingzhu shook his head, "No, my fourteenth brother is only three and a half years old, less than four years old, and he can still be raised in Concubine De's palace."

"That's right." After Yinzhen left him, he pulled Wu Lingzhu and talked for a while, then took her to bed and rested for half an hour before going on errands. In the evening of the same day, Yinzhen went to visit Yonghe Palace in person.

Once, he was kicked out by Concubine De.

After Emperor Kangxi learned about this, he directly issued an order, "Concubine De is seriously ill and needs to rest. No one in the palace should disturb her if nothing happens."

As soon as the decree came out, Wu Lingzhu smiled and pulled Yinzhen to lie on the bed, and had a good sleep.

She deserves it, she likes to make trouble.

Wu Lingzhu lived a happier life without Concubine De's fuss. From time to time, she went to the Queen Mother's Palace to greet her, chatted with the Queen Mother, and took care of the housekeeper when she came back. She practiced calligraphy, playing the piano, and painting. The time passed very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

three.

Wu Lingzhu made a small cake with flour from the space, but it was just a cake core, without cream; even so, it is good to eat it with the flower sauce made in the space.

When Yinzhen came back at noon, Wu Lingzhu came in with a plate of prepared pastries. The pastries were cut into thin pieces and spread with flower sauce in the middle. The two pieces were combined into one piece. Then they were topped with flower sauce.

Write the words "Congratulations on my birthday".

"Master, I wish you a happy birthday."

"Happy?" Yinzhen changed the subject, "Why are you thinking about making cakes?"

Wu Lingzhu suddenly felt that this man was not interesting, "I made this for you with my own hands, why don't you try it?"

"Taste." Yinzhen took a piece and took a bite. Well, it tasted good. He took another bite and it was delicious. After a few bites, his mouth was full of fragrance. "It's good. It tastes like flowers when you eat it. Fujin is so skillful with his hands."

"Brother Si, it took Fujin two days to figure it out. The pastry is soft and delicious, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing when you bite it. It tastes amazing." Aunt Su quickly claimed the credit.

Yinzhen glanced at her, "Have you eaten?"

"After Fujin made it, I asked my slave to try it." The sharp-eyed Fourth Brother's eyes were clouded, and Aunt Su quickly brushed it off, "I just took a bite."

"Well, let's go down." Yinzhen held Wu Lingzhu's hand and didn't let go, and waited for Aunt Su to leave before taking another piece to eat, "Wu Lingzhu, what's in the pastry? Eat it.

It’s so fragrant.” It makes people want to eat it again.

Wu Lingzhu held his arm and saw that he was eating happily. She was also in a good mood and ate a piece of it. "It's made of white flour, eggs, milk, and fine sugar; the red one in the middle is flower paste, specially made for it."

There is only a small bottle of flower sauce I made for you, but I have used all of it today."

Yinzhen said with gratitude, "Thank you for your hard work. I'm very happy for my birthday today. The flower sauce tastes very good."

"It's good if you like it. I'll make more flower paste for the new year next year. I'll use the flower paste to make cakes for you. I didn't have time to make flower paste this year." Wu Lingzhu leaned on his shoulder and smiled happily, "

I also made longevity noodles for you."

"Fu Jin, the longevity noodles are here." Aunt Su received the longevity noodles from the cook outside and brought them in personally, "Brother Si, look at the longevity noodles made by Fujin with great care."

Instead of Wu Lingzhu, Yinzhen did it himself. When he saw the colorful noodles in the bowl, his face became a little excited.

"Why so many colors?"

"Don't worry, sir, they are all edible." Wu Lingzhu waved away Nanny Su and asked her to go to lunch. They were the only two left in the room. "I added various vegetable juices to these noodles.

It will appear in various colors; you can taste it to see if it tastes good.”

Yinzhen's heart was filled with emotion. In previous years, the most he could celebrate his birthdays with was a bowl of longevity noodles in the small kitchen, plus some gifts from the Emperor's Ama. Neither his biological mother nor his adoptive mother had ever made birthday noodles for him. Fujin was only eleven years old.

I started to consider everything for her, and sure enough, the gap between having feelings and not having feelings is too big.

Yinzhen picked up his chopsticks, twisted a few noodles and took a bite. He nodded with satisfaction, "The taste is just right. Each type of noodles has a different taste. You can taste the fragrance if you taste it carefully."

"I know you like it." Wu Lingzhu took care of him and ate a bowl of noodles. He smiled happily. Mortal life is pretty good. There are many things to be happy about every day. "Do you know what this kind of noodles is called?"

Yinzhen was confused, "Isn't it longevity noodles?"

Wu Lingzhu's face felt hot and she leaned into his ear and said, "This face is also called the Thousand Thousand Threads Face."

Yinzhen lowered his head and saw that the face of the person next to him was red, and his heart and liver were soft and warm. He put down his chopsticks and took the person into his arms.

"You are serious, I will not let you down."

"I know. I believe everything I said and remember it."

Wu Lingzhu's blushing face and smile were so attractive that Yinzhen couldn't bear to look away and never let go of his hand while eating.

Yinzhen looked at the two pastries left on the plate, his heart moved, and he hesitated.

"Master, what are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that the pastries are good and you made them yourself, so I should send some to Huang Ama. Unfortunately, I have already touched these and the flower sauce is gone." Yinzhen hugged the person in his arms,

"Next time, I'll give it to you next time I have a chance."

Wu Lingzhu said happily: "There are still many pastries in the kitchen, but there is no flower paste available. I have prepared them early in the morning and plan to send some to Huang Ama and Huang Mama to try."

"That's it! That's okay. I'm going to the Qianqing Palace in the afternoon, and I'll take it to the Emperor. You can go to the Ciren Palace. The Emperor was talking about you yesterday." Yinzhen wanted to go to the Emperor.

Reported once, these are what the emperor said.

After getting up from a nap in the afternoon, Yinzhen took Su Peisheng and Wu Lingzhu took Wanqi. The two palace ladies were carrying food boxes in their hands and walked separately.

Yinzhen went to Qianqing Palace first, took the food box from Su Peisheng's hand, and was led into the main hall by Liang Jiugong. Seeing that the prince was there, it was convenient for Emperor Kangxi and the prince to meet and greet him, "My son has met Huang Ama, and the prince's second brother is in peace."

"Fourth brother, An." The prince smiled and nodded.

"What's wrong with Yinzhen?" Emperor Kangxi looked up and stopped writing.

Yinzhen walked to Kangxi, placed the food box on Emperor Kangxi's desk, opened the lid, and the smell of cake wafted out.

"Today is my son's birthday. Fujin specially researched this kind of pastry and came out to celebrate his son's birthday. This kind of pastry is soft and delicious. Fujin thought that you and Huangma could also use it, so he made more and sent it to his son." Yin

Zhen paused and then said: "Fu Jin has already gone to Ciren Palace now."

Emperor Kangxi took a curious look and saw that it was indeed very soft. "Prince, please come here and have a taste to see if it is as soft as the fourth son Fujin said."

The prince responded with a smile, stepped forward and took the chopsticks from the food box and divided each of them into pieces. There seemed to be four or five pieces left on the plate.

When the two of them ate, the prince frowned, but Kangxi was very satisfied, "Yes, you Fujin didn't exaggerate. It is indeed soft and delicious. It can be eaten by the elderly and children. It is just right sweet."

The prince smiled and said nothing. He didn't like sweets.
Chapter completed!