Volume 1: Painting Hall Spring Chapter 88: Sweet Soup
Xiao Yizheng discussed important matters with Zeng Ji and others in the council hall for a whole day, and made appropriate arrangements for all matters.
When the battle was decided, everyone felt quite relaxed. During the discussion, they did not forget to praise His Highness for his bravery and the Princess's courage.
When Xie Changyin heard that Princess Heng was back safe and sound, he hurried to the Commander's Mansion and asked for forgiveness, but was stopped by Xiao Yizheng.
After hearing the news, Li Han hurriedly came over to visit her, but Xiao Yizheng continued to reject her because she wanted to rest.
Qingxi, who had been ordered to lie in bed and rest, naturally didn't know how many people wanted to see her.
After tossing and turning in bed all afternoon, she finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Yueying, go find the housekeeper of the Shuai Mansion and come over. I have something to ask?" she ordered with great seriousness.
"Ah?...Oh..." Yueying murmured in confusion: "What are you going to do again?"
When she returned to the house with her head hanging down, Qingxi was already sitting at the table, fully dressed.
"Where are the people?" She asked anxiously when she saw Yueying coming back alone.
Yueying sighed deeply and said helplessly: "The steward said that His Highness will not let them enter this room, so that you can rest and recuperate. Don't worry. If you have any questions, just give them direct orders."
"What?" Qingxi frowned, then bit her lower lip: "My order is not to let him come to see me!" She waved her hand, "Forget it, ask him about His Highness's daily eating habits.
How? What do you like to eat? What don’t you like to eat?”t.
Yueying paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "Girl, are you stupid? You should ask Brother Zhao about this matter, wouldn't you know better?"
Qingxi's eyes lit up: "That's right! Let Xin Zhao come to see me."
Yueying stayed there for a long time and returned to the house dejectedly. She said: "Brother Zhao said that His Highness would not let him enter this house, so that you can rest and recuperate, so don't worry."
Qingxi blinked twice and stood up: "What, is he trying to isolate me?"
"Be gentle, you just touched the ointment on your hand." Yueying complained.
"Don't let people see me, I'll go see them!"
Yueying said softly: "Your Highness, you told me not to let you leave the house?"
Qingxi rolled his eyes at her: "Will your girl obey his orders?"
Yueying raised her eyebrows and remained silent.
But Qingxi made no further move and actually sat back down. "That's all. At this time, I won't argue with him."
Yueying smiled, came up to her, and said as if offering a treasure: "Don't worry, I've found out clearly. Brother Zhao said that His Highness is not picky about food, and has no special hobbies. He prefers some sweets, and His Highness has a poor drinking tolerance."
Qingxi listened carefully and said, "That's all?"
"Well, that's all."
Qingxi raised her forehead and sighed, "Can't you ask more questions?"
Yueying curled her lips: "How about I ask again?"
Qingxi shook his head: "Forget it, forget it..."
She was a little regretful, why she didn't bring the booklet Qingsong gave her. Although the description in it was outrageous, it could be used as a reference! Wait, she remembered that Xiao Yizheng specially organized the whole house to post it in order to read the booklet.
book, and then told her personally what he liked, but she interrupted him.
She patted her head, annoyed at herself, why did she interrupt him? Let him speak!
Seeing her like this, Yueying hurriedly said: "Girl, don't worry. If you want to know His Highness's preferences, just ask His Highness directly. I don't think you ask about your preferences, if you just want the stars and the moon, Your Highness would like to agree!"
Qingxi paused, smiled, and gently tapped Yueying's forehead: "What you are saying now is exactly the same thing."
Yueying's face turned red.
"You go to the kitchen and ask for a small stove. I remember I had red bean porridge at noon. There should be red beans. I want some red beans, milk, honey, and a stew pot."
When dinner was passed around, the ingredients Qingxi asked for were also brought over.
The visitor also explained: His Highness said that the princess needs to eat on time.
"Your Highness, are you coming?" Yueying asked standing at the door.
"His Royal Highness has military affairs to attend to, so he didn't come over for dinner."
When Qing Xi in the room heard this, his face darkened again.
After dinner, Qingxi set up a small stove on the table, placed a small saucepan, and started cooking
Red bean soup.
"Girl, can you do it?" Yueying was very doubtful about this.
"You know how?" Qingxi asked.
Yueying shook her head. She stayed with Qingxi after entering the Ling Mansion. She had a reading and writing session, and was good at needlework, but she really had no experience in cooking.
"I've read a few cooking books. It should be fine... In fact, they're all pretty much the same... Anyway, they're all the same thing..." Qingxi's tone was confident, but the content sounded unreliable no matter how you heard it.
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"How about I go and ask." Yueying said again.
"No need. There is a saying: it's all about this, just understand." Qingxi raised his eyebrows and stared at the little flame intently.
An hour later, the red bean soup was red and turbid. Qingxi pressed it with a spoon and felt that the red beans were soft and rotten, so she poured milk into it and stirred it before cooking. "Milk helps sleep." She explained seriously.
After another half an hour, the red beans and milk were completely blended, and the honey was blended in again, creating a rich and fragrant aroma.
Qingxi was very satisfied, "Wait a minute, you can send it to the meeting hall."
Yueying clicked her tongue: "Wouldn't it be better if you sent it in person?"
"Didn't he let me leave the house?" Qingxi stood up and gave an irrefutable reason.
By the time Yueying delivered the steaming red bean and milk soup to the meeting hall, it was already Haishi.
Xiao Yizheng had just finished the discussion, dismissed everyone, and left the meeting hall with Zeng Ji.
When he saw Yueying, he asked urgently: "Is something wrong, Princess?"
Yueying smiled and shook her head: "The princess has nothing to do. She was just concerned about your highness's hard work, so she made sweet soup herself and sent it to your highness."
Xiao Yizheng was startled: "She... did it herself?"
Yueying nodded desperately.
Zeng Ji smiled cheerfully: "I never knew that the princess is good at cooking? I have never seen her in the kitchen before!"
Xiao Yizheng stared at the food box in Yueying's hand and asked, "Did she go to the kitchen?"
Yueying shook her head desperately again: "The princess dare not disobey His Highness's orders."
Don’t dare to disobey?
Xiao Yizheng really didn't believe it.
"The princess asked for the ingredients and stayed in the room for more than two hours." Yueying further explained.
Xiao Yizheng's eyes focused and he frowned slightly. "Didn't you say that you dare not disobey me? I asked her to rest honestly, did she listen?"
Yueying paused and pursed his lips.
"Haha," Zeng Ji laughed cheerfully: "Hurry up and take it in. Your Highness must be hungry after a busy night."
Yueying responded tactfully and quickly sent the food box into the meeting hall, then stepped back and bowed to leave.
"Let her go to bed and have a good rest." Xiao Yizheng ordered in a deep voice.
Zeng Ji watched Yueying go away and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness didn't even eat dinner because he just wanted to end today's affairs quickly. Can he go see the princess early?"
Xiao Yizheng answered with a faint smile.
"Why didn't you go back with Yueying?"
Xiao Yizheng sighed lightly and did not answer.
Zeng Ji stood with his hands folded, with a clear expression. "Is Your Highness blaming the princess for taking the decision without authorization and going to Guiping?"
Xiao Yizheng glanced at Zeng Ji and shook his head slightly: "I didn't blame her."
Zeng Ji smiled and didn't say anything more about it: "I'm hungry too, so I'll take my leave and rest. Your Highness, the red bean and milk soup is getting cold." After saying that, he strode away.
The attendants in the meeting hall looked at His Royal Highness Prince Heng holding a bowl of soup. They just stared at it blankly without taking a bite into their mouths. They were very puzzled.
"Your Highness, it's cold. Could you please warm me up?"
"Don't move!"
The attendant shrank his hand and did not dare to come closer.
He watched His Highness Prince Heng put down the soup bowl, sit back at the desk, and began to write official documents again.
Two hours passed.
The bowl of sweet soup was already cold.
Xiao Yizheng stretched his arms and felt tired. He raised his eyes and looked at the bowl of red bean and milk soup not far away, and raised the corner of his mouth in an arc.
He reached out and took it. The attendant immediately tried to dissuade him: "Your Highness, let me take it and heat it up. It's too cold and it's not good for the stomach." In such a cold weather, His Highness really doesn't care about eating cold food.
Take it seriously.
"It won't taste like this when it's hot."
That
In fact, he couldn't bear to drink it.
When you sip it into your stomach, it is indeed like ice, but somehow from top to bottom, only the sweetness is left, the sweetness of her breath.
It took him half an hour to finish the whole night's sweet soup in small sips, with endless aftertaste.
He packed the food box with his own hands, left the meeting hall, and walked to the backyard.
The entire handsome manor was unusually quiet, which made him consciously slow down his steps. The closer he got to his dormitory, the more careful he became, as if any wrong step would disturb her sweet dream.
Two guards stood at the door of the dormitory, whispering to him that the princess had asked Miss Yueying to go back to the room to rest.
He nodded, which was in line with her habits.
When he opened the door and entered the house, he immediately smelled the scent of sweet soup lingering in the house.
He walked gently to the bedside, lifted the bed curtain, and saw Qingxi sleeping deeply, with the same dishonest sleeping posture as always.
He smiled and shook his head, slowly put her exposed arms into the quilt, and tucked the corners of the quilt tightly. He stared at her for a long time, then slowly lay down and slept next to her.
He carefully lay on the edge of the bed, not daring to move too much in order not to wake her up. He looked sideways at her sleeping face, and heard her fresh and faint breathing in his ears. He closed his eyes gently without realizing it, and spent the whole night
No dreams.
When Qingxi opened her eyes, she was in a good mood and felt that it was a blessing to have enough sleep. Even the frustration of not waiting for Xiao Yizheng last night was gone.
She stretched and touched around, feeling that the bed was very warm, especially the right side of the bed, which was unusually warm.
After she got up, she saw Yueying standing by the table, holding a food box in a daze.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"This food box came back by itself? The guard at the door said that His Highness has never been here." Yueying wondered.
"Is it empty?" Qingxi was concerned about whether he could taste his own craftsmanship.
Moon Shadow nodded.
Qingxi smiled brightly. "The effect is good, let's continue today."
So Yueying was assigned to the kitchen again, but came back empty-handed.
It was said that His Highness ordered not to provide food to the princess.
Qingxi felt a headache. What on earth did he mean?
