"Sister, have you really figured it out?" Wang Gong repeated in disbelief.
My mouth was twisted with joy.
“Yeah, you see, it doesn’t matter what I say. Not only do I want to go, but I must also attend decently.”
“Sister, after so many years, you have finally become more independent!”
Wang Gong clapped his hands as hard as he could, his joy beyond words.
I tried my best to pull my sister into the palace. For so many years, I almost did not play any role. Is it, this time the Wang family finally came to work.
“Brother, you seem to be happier than me.”
“My sister finally left the palace to attend the banquet. As an elder brother, you are not ready to help?” Queen Wang smiled and looked at Wang Gong, and Wang Gong immediately understood.
“Help, definitely help!”
“Don’t worry, sister, when we get to the banquet, my brother will be there and I won’t let you be bullied!”
“Why don’t you wait until the banquet to help? Why don’t you help me now?”
Wang Gong was a little dumbfounded: "Help now?"
“Sister, what do you mean?”
Empress Wang walked towards her eldest brother, with a wicked smile on her lips. She wanted me to help, okay!
But it won’t work without some blood!
“Of course you are helping me buy some good jewelry.”
I need to point this out, tsk tsk, it’s really unintelligible.
Empress Wang was very helpless. As the empress of the Jin Dynasty and the majestic head of the harem, she actually had to reach out to her mother's family to ask for money.
This is simply a big humiliation for her who values her face even more than the sky.
However, such thoughts are destined to stay yesterday. Ever since she received Zhang Guiren's invitation, Queen Wang realized that this woman had no good intentions.
She was trying hard to make Wang Zhenying look embarrassed. If she was the queen who only knew how to sulk in the past and had no power to fight back, she might really be pissed off by her little tricks.
However, the current Queen Wang has long since given up her innocence.
Let alone the female concubines in the harem, even Sima Yao sitting on the throne, she didn't care at all.
Everything she has to do next is not to win someone's attention, or to defeat someone.
The only purpose is to gain a firm foothold in the harem and look to the future.
"how?"
“Brother, my sister is having such a hard time in the harem, are you not even willing to give me a little money?”
Having said that, what else is there to struggle with?
I can only give you money.
Wang Gong said many more nice words, and Queen Wang was satisfied and finally let him go.
The palace door slowly closed, and Wang Gong stood under the corridor in front of the door for a while.
The breeze blew by, ruffling his hair.
Why did I come to the palace?
By the way, I begged the queen to attend Zhang Guiren’s birthday party.
However, he did not beg, and the queen originally planned to go.
From this point of view, Wang Gong didn’t have to pay anything, but why did he still spend so much money?
In order to bring you down, I will fight tooth and nail!
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The next morning, the palace was still quiet, but on the other side of Zhuquehang, Prince Langya's palace became lively.
"Xiya, I leave all the arrangements for today's banquet to you. You have to use your housekeeping skills to arrange everything for me."
Zhang Guiren's birthday banquet was a huge event. Sima Daozi got up early and supervised Xiya to host the banquet.
Xia Ya, nicknamed Xia Ya, also known as Xiao Guiya.
Before he received the special favor of Sima Daozi, Xiao Guiya was an onion seller in the big market of Jiankang City.
With his sharp tongue, flexible mind, and extremely flattering attitude, Xiao Guiya quickly became famous in Prince Langya's palace.
Xiao Guiya bowed slightly and followed Sima Daozi. Since entering the palace, Xiao Guiya's thoughts every day were how to change his posture to flatter Sima Daozi.
“Your Highness, don’t worry, leave this matter to Xiya, and nothing will go wrong.”
“Your Highness, please see, these are the dishes prepared for today’s banquet.”
The two of them wandered to the kitchen, and Xiya took out a stack of paper, on which the dishes that would be presented at today's banquet were written in categories.
“Yes, it seems that he put a lot of thought into it.” Sima Daozi nodded repeatedly to express his approval.
I walked into the kitchen again and looked around for a while.
Since it was still far away from the start of the banquet, the kitchen prepared only some auxiliary materials. Sima Daozi took the menu and looked at the various materials on the table.
An old woman wearing a square scarf was kneading the dough with her head lowered. Under her skillful hands, the dough gradually took shape and became whiter and tenderer.
“Are you going to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake?” Sima Daozi asked after seeing the dried sweet-scented osmanthus beside the pot.
The aunt wiped her sweat and said with a smile: "Reporting to Your Highness, yes!"
“I heard that there are many female relatives visiting today. My wife likes to eat sweets, pastries and the like, which are best suited to their taste.”
“The pastry is good, but there is no need to add the osmanthus.”
“What’s wrong with this sweet-scented osmanthus?”
“Perhaps your highness doesn’t know that this candy cake needs to be added with osmanthus to make it delicious and fragrant!”
Sima Yao frowned, showing displeasure.
Xiaya immediately noticed the change in his master's expression and said sternly: "Your Highness said you don't need to put it away, so you don't need to put it away. What's the point of saying it?"
If you don’t let it go, don’t let it go. No matter what the danger is, the cook and sister-in-law put on a sad face and put away the sweet-scented osmanthus that had been prepared long ago.
His Royal Highness King Langya is really strange. People say that the young man doesn’t like cakes, but he is still so lenient.
Langya King is delicious, but it has never been close to a chef, and unlike many gourmets in this era, it does not know how to cook and select ingredients by itself.
He just paid enough money, poached the most famous chef in Jiankang City, put it in his own house, and opened his mouth wide, waiting to eat.
It is really puzzling that King Langya with such a temper would care about such a small ingredient.
As soon as Sima Daozi left the kitchen, the chefs put down their work and gathered together to discuss him.