This faraway trip not only made the noble young masters, who were usually surrounded by maids and nuns waiting for them, reaching out for clothes and opening their mouths for food, a lot more independent, but the relatively poor environment in the temple also made them less

A lot of attention has been paid to it.

Although there were quite a few maids, maids, and eunuchs who came out of the palace at that time, due to the limited number of rooms in Qingliang Temple, almost all the logistics staff stayed at the inn at the foot of the mountain with Prince Yu Fuquan, such as Bai Lu and Liang Jiugong.

The powerful palace servants who followed up the mountain had to serve the emperor, the empress dowager, the imperial concubine, and a few young brothers.

In the previous class, older children like Yinti had almost no palace attendants to call upon, so most of the things they did were done by themselves.

At the end of the unitary hour, the sky outside was so dark that no one could be discerned, and the outdoor temperature changed from the warm and sunny days during the day. The howling north wind carried several faint wolf howls throughout the mountains.

The temperature in Qingliang Temple dropped sharply.

Changquan, who had just had dinner, was wearing a silver-gray winter robe and a dark blue warm hat on his head. He used a copper basin to fetch a pot of hot water from the stove, hunched his neck, and quickly walked into the inner room of the wing.

, when he turned sideways and pushed the wooden door open with a creak with his right elbow, he saw the seven and a half year old

Cousin Yinzhen put on a thick dark blue pajamas, holding a wool brush in his right hand and sitting in front of the long pine table under the glass window on the east wall of the chamber, with a tall candlestick in the upper left corner.

In the flickering candlelight, I was writing and drawing on the spread out straw paper.

Chang Quan couldn't help but was slightly stunned. First, he turned slightly sideways and raised his right foot to gently close the wooden door. Then he walked a few steps to the three-legged poplar washbasin stand next to the west wall and placed the copper basin in his hand.

On the shelf, he then walked to the long table and saw that Yinzhen had stopped writing. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the dark window above his head in a daze.

He followed his cousin's gaze and looked up, finding that it was dark outside without even a trace of bright moonlight.

There was a warm charcoal basin in the center of the wing, and the indoor temperature was high. As soon as the breath they exhaled came into contact with the cold glass window, it liquefied and turned into small water droplets. The transparent glass window was covered with white, which was even more...

I can't see anything clearly. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow morning, beautiful window grilles will be formed on the windows, and long ice skates will be formed under the eaves.

"Xiaosi, what are you doing? Hey! Come to your senses quickly."

Changquan saw that he was standing next to Yinzhen, blocking most of the candlelight, but his little cousin was still stupid and didn't respond. He couldn't help but stretched out his right hand and shook it a few times in front of Yinzhen, and asked in a low voice.

After hearing his cousin's voice, Yinzhen reacted, turned his head and glanced at his little cousin, touched his hungry, gurgling and shriveled belly with his hands, clasped his face, and said feebly:

"Cousin, you are back."

"Yes, after dinner, Madam Huang and the others went to rest, so I came back to fetch water and wash up. What are you drawing on this paper?"

Changquan asked curiously, pointing to a large circle with even black dots on the brown-yellow straw paper and an oval filled with small circles.

Yinzhen placed his left elbow on the long pine table and held his cheek with his left hand. Although his face had clear lines at the age of eight, the baby fat on both sides of his cheeks had not completely disappeared.

The soft flesh was squeezed out. He pointed the pattern on the papyrus paper with his right index finger while introducing his fresh painting to Changquan.

"Cousin, this big round cake is the sesame pancake that Master Bai just baked out of the pan. There are several layers of puff pastry on the surface. It is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. When I took a bite, the crumbs fell to the ground first. Well~ Chapter 1

It takes two mouthfuls to taste the chewy core inside.

It is soft and chewy. Look at the sesame seeds sprinkled on it. They are all carefully selected by the people in the dining room. Without exception, they are plump. They are all new sesame seeds grown on the imperial farm this year.

There is still a thin layer of oil under the candlelight."

Changquan was dumbfounded when he heard this, and then he put his head around and took a closer look at the "big cake" lying softly on the paper, unable to be pulled up. He had to admit that Xiaosi's abstract painting skills and the girl's forehead were really good.

Coming from the same family, if it hadn’t been for my little cousin’s words, he wouldn’t have believed that this big round shape could be the golden-colored signature sesame cake baked by Bai Yuchu!

He suppressed his smile and pointed to the oval on the side and asked:

"Then what is this?"

"Sweet and sour sweet and sour pork is a specialty dish of Chef Bai. When you cook it with your eyes closed, it can be made sour, sweet and fragrant. When you take a bite, the rich soup bursts out from the meat."

Yinzhen pulled the straw paper up with his hand and explained to Changquan casually.

"Well, Xiaosi, you have cakes and meat, but they are better than the vegetarian meal we had in the evening. Don't you still need a bowl of porridge? You only eat cakes and vegetables. Don't you think you'll get choked up?"

"Oh, isn't it? A bowl of sweet and thick wolfberry, millet and pumpkin porridge can warm your body and stomach in the winter." After saying this, Yinzhen closed his eyes and lay on the long table.

He continued weakly:

"But I am really hungry and have no strength in my hands, so I can't draw anymore."

"Cousin, I tried this method of drawing cakes to satisfy your hunger. It's useless. On the contrary, the more you draw, the hungrier you get."

"Oh, this is also the first time I have experienced the feeling of starvation. This feeling is so uncomfortable and uncomfortable. Thinking of the poor and hungry people, I finally know their daily life.

It’s so hard, no wonder Master Xingchi wants to take the young monks to plant sweet potatoes together, and he has been researching and improving vegetable seeds and grain seeds for ten years.”

Changquan didn't notice the pause in Yinzhen's words. Seeing his little cousin like this, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed. He hurriedly took out a white cloth about the size of his hand and handed it to Yinzhen, whispering:

"Xiao Si, this is the steamed sweet potato I brought to you from the plate at the dinner table when the emperor was not prepared. It has the skin on the outside and is clean. Eat it quickly. Your stomach will be full after you eat it."

Yinzhen, who was hungry and kept making "gulu gulu" noises in the temple of the five internal organs, smelled the sweet smell coming from the tip of his nose, and could not help but salivate in his mouth. He almost subconsciously raised his hand from Changquan.

He took the steamed sweet potato in his hand and glanced at the hourglass on the side.

He remembered that it was four o'clock in the morning when the group of them followed Khan Amma back from Khan Mafa's Zen room. It was at least half an hour after dinner, but the steamed sweet potatoes were still warm. Yinzhen knew that Tang

Brother, this must be steamed rice

When the potatoes were just put on the table, I quickly gave him one. Even though the winter robe was thick, the underwear underneath was thin. It would be very uncomfortable for my cousin to have such a hot thing in his arms all the time.

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Realizing this, Yinzhen was deeply moved. He felt that cousin Changquan was indeed a good brother who had grown up with him since he was a child and only wore a pair of pants.

He hurriedly peeled off the white cloth layer by layer, but when he saw the red-skinned sweet potatoes inside, his movements stopped again.

Changquan lowered his head and folded up the narrow horse-hoove sleeves on his left and right arms. When he saw Yinzhen holding a sweet potato but not peeling it, the confusion in his head deepened.

"Xiaosi, where did you go in the afternoon? Why didn't the emperor let you have dinner with the eldest cousin, the prince's cousin, and the fourth cousin? When I woke up from lunch break, I found that you had disappeared, so I asked Xiaosi

Wu, Xiaoliu and the others don’t know where you went."

"Well, cousin, as long as you know that we did something in the afternoon that made Khan Amma very angry, and that's why we were punished, I can't say more about the rest."

Sitting on the chair, Yinzhen shook his head and whispered to Chang Quan with a mysterious look on his side.

When Changquan heard this, he scratched his head with his hand suspiciously. He was not the one to break the casserole and ask the truth. Seeing the embarrassed look on his little cousin's face, he very considerately walked to the washbasin shelf.

A casual sentence:

"Okay, then you should eat the sweet potatoes quickly. Eat early, wash up and rest early."

Yinzhen turned to look at his cousin who had already picked up a toothbrush and dipped it in a few grains of coarse salt, leaning over to clean his teeth. He then looked down at the sweet steamed sweet potato in his hand.

His stomach growled with hunger. Of course he wanted to eat the sweet potatoes while they were hot, but when he thought of his eldest brother, his second brother, the prince, and his fourth sister, they were all starving in the wing. The bad thing was that the four brothers and sisters did it together.

Yes, wouldn't it be too unloyal to eat sweet potatoes secretly here alone? And if Khan Amma knew about it, would he double the number of 300 arrows he shot?

The instinct of hunger and the rationality of being a human being were like two thick yarns, struggling desperately in Yinzhen's mind. Just when he was extremely entangled and didn't know what to do.

There was a sudden "bang bang bang" knock on the inner door.

Yinzhen saw that his cousin who was closer had already started to wash his face with a sweat towel, so he put the steamed sweet potatoes and white cloth in his hand on the long table, stood up from the chair by pressing the edge of the table, and pulled up the

He walked to the door in his indoor slippers, and when he opened the door with his hand, he saw Bai Lu wearing a green winter robe, holding a small tray and looking at him with a smile.

Yinzhen's Danfeng eyes lit up, he hurriedly turned aside to clear the way for Bai Lu, and smiled happily:

"Aunt Bai, why are you here at this time?"

"Here, Fourth Brother, I am here to bring you a bowl of green vegetable and egg noodles as ordered by the empress. You should eat it quickly, otherwise the noodles will become lumpy later."

Bai Lu walked to the center of the room as she spoke, carefully took out the steaming noodle soup from the tray, placed it on the square table in the center of the room, turned around and waved to Yinzhen with a smile.

Yinzhen walked to the square table in a few steps and saw that the soup noodles contained his favorite fresh spinach, a yellow poached egg, and a few slices of shiny green onion. His stomach growled even louder in an instant.

"Auntie, Khan Amma said that I won't be allowed to have dinner, please take it away quickly."

Yinzhen forced himself to look away from the hot soup, and said with his head hanging down in frustration.

"Hahahaha, Brother Si, are you so hungry that your brain is running out?"

Hearing Bai Lu's joking laughter, Yinzhen couldn't help but look at her in confusion.

Bai Lu reached out and pushed the young master onto the chair, handed a pair of bamboo chopsticks on the tray to Yinzhen, and explained with a smile:

"Brother Si, don't think about it. The emperor just didn't let you have dinner, and he didn't say he wouldn't let you have supper. The dinner time has already passed. This is the noodle soup that the empress personally cooked in the dining room. You

"Eldest Brother, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Princess Kejing each have a bowl. Eat it while it's hot. After you're done, just put the bowl outside. I'll come and clean it up tomorrow morning."

Changquan had also washed his face at this time, and while wiping his neck with a wet sweat towel, he echoed Bai Lu's words and urged:

"Yes, Xiaosi, it's already past dinner time. Why don't you listen to Aunt Bai and eat the noodles quickly? The soup noodles can't stand it, and they will stick together after a while, making it impossible to eat."

"Yeah, thank you, aunt."

After hearing this explanation, Yinzhen felt completely relieved. He quickly picked up the noodles with his chopsticks and ate them.

The imperial concubine's cooking skills are very average, and she can only cook simple noodles.

This bowl of noodle soup had some salt added at most. The ingredients were light and the taste was even lighter. But Yinzhen felt that the clear noodle soup was as delicious as the seafood noodles made by Bai Yuchu. After a while, he ate the noodles in three or five bites.

When he finished eating, he picked up the poached eggs with chopsticks. After finishing two or three mouthfuls, he held the edge of the bowl with both hands, raised his head and drank the noodle soup cleanly.

When Bai Lu saw Si Age like this, she knew that Yinzhen was so hungry that he didn't even care about the strict dining etiquette he had when he was a child. If it were normal, Si Age would use chopsticks to divide the poached eggs into several pieces evenly and take a bite.

A bite of noodles, a bite of eggs, and a bite of green vegetables. How can I eat them all in one go like now?

She put the empty bowl and chopsticks on the tray and teased Yinzhen with a smile:
To be continued...