After a while, two maids came in with meals. The fragrant and delicious soup was paired with delicate-looking and mellow-smelling pastries, which whetted one's appetite.
"Zi Yan, let's have a meal first, and then take medicine after the meal!" After the two sat down, Su Sha served her with a bowl of snow pigeon hot soup and said with a smile.
When he saw the bowl of thick hot soup, Jun Ziyan instantly turned into a sad expression and said, "Actually, it doesn't have to be so troublesome. The snow pigeon stews for eight hours. It's too troublesome. From now on, I'll just eat porridge!"
In fact, what she wanted to say was that it would be best not to eat snow pigeons, because the fishy smell is really unpleasant.
Even though the chefs at Prince Su's Palace had used the most ancient methods to suppress a lot of the fishy smell, it was still hard for her to swallow. If there weren't a few maids around every time she ate, she would have really wanted to throw it away.
Hearing this, Su Sha's extremely handsome face smiled suavely. How could he not know what she was thinking, and said: "It's not troublesome. You have to drink it every day for these half a month. Snow pigeon is very effective in healing wounds. This way Your wound will heal quickly! Also, I asked my servants to add a few fish-suppressing herbs into it. I believe it won’t be too fishy this time. You can try it again!"
In the past two days, the servants reported to him that she often gave the snow pigeon soup to the servants halfway through the meal, just because she accidentally said that it was too fishy, so he searched the medicine books and found the ancient prescription. Add a few rare herbs to the kitchen meal to make her eat more obediently.
Seeing him like this, Jun Ziyan could only bite the bullet and laugh, saying: "Okay!"
The tender jade green onion fingers picked up the porcelain spoon and stirred the snow pigeon soup, which was a little more apricot than usual. She picked up the small spoon and smelled it lightly. Jun Ziyan raised his smoky eyebrows slightly. It seemed that the fishy smell was much less. After a slight hesitation, , gently blow the hot air on the surface, open your red lips slightly, and send the viscous liquid from the porcelain spoon into your throat.
For a moment, I felt a mellow medicinal fragrance in my mouth, my taste buds were smooth, the fishy smell of snow pigeon was full, and there was no trace of usual disgust in the back of my throat, I just felt refreshing.
"How come the snow pigeons don't smell fishy today? How did you do it?" Jun Ziyan asked in surprise.
"It's just a matter of adding a few rare herbs. After the snow pigeon is simmered for four hours, its fishy smell is the strongest, almost all fumigated. At that time, after adding a few rare herbs and simmering it for two or three hours, the fishy smell will disappear. , In this way, you should be able to drink it every day!" Su Sha asked without any tepidness.
Hearing this, Jun Ziyan raised his eyebrows, and then pretended to do something wrong: "Well, seeing how the prince has taken so much trouble for Ziyan, Ziyan and the snow pigeon will be carried together, and they will definitely eat it for fifteen days."
Su Shajue was stunned for a moment, and then the two of them burst out laughing. When they looked into Jun Ziyan's eyes, there was only a soft spring left in the man's deep pool eyes.
The two accompanying maids were infected by the tenderness in their master's eyes and by Jun Ziyan's uninhibited, frivolous and hearty laughter. The two of them blessed each other silently, left gently, and locked the door of the pavilion for them. , all with tacit smiles on their faces.
Since the death of the princess, how long has it been since the prince was not so happy? How long has it been since the tenderness in his eyes no longer appears?
In the ten years since the young prince was born, the prince has left everything to him. Although he tolerates his loneliness, he has always been a loving father to the young prince, but he himself is always lonely and worried.
If possible, they sincerely hope that this Miss Jun can become the prince's fetters again, and hopefully for his whole life.
In the past few days, Jun Ziyan's injury felt much better. As soon as he finished eating, he decided to go out for a walk. Su Shajue couldn't resist her in the end, so he had to do it together.
Shuttled and meandering all the way in, the two of them wandered around the Yanting Garden of Prince Su's Mansion. When they entered the bamboo garden, they saw lush green and clear scenery in front of them. The sweet fragrance of bamboo entered their noses, and they felt refreshed both physically and mentally, carrying with them the feeling of autumn.
The cool breeze blows on my face, which is very refreshing.
Every time Jun Ziyan walked into the bamboo garden, the smile on his face deepened. Su Sha followed him silently, and the tenderness in his eyes deepened because of her smile.
When his footsteps stopped, Jun Ziyan followed the sound of water on the right. He raised his eyes slightly and looked around, with a look of wonder in his eyes. He saw a huge pool not far from the garden, and a huge wooden windmill was slowly turning.
, pump out the water from the pool, throw it high, and then fall into the pool, splashing beautiful water splashes. The windmill relies on the water power in the pool to push the stirring rod, and then sweeps the pool water into the sky, forming a bamboo forest sprinkling water.
vivid.
He asked Xiang Sushajue in amazement: "Is this a waterwheel?"
Such a large waterwheel had already existed in ancient times? Damn, the workmanship was not rough at all, which made her have to admire the primitive wisdom of the ancient people.
"Well, this was designed by Han'er!" Su Shajue said with a faint smile, a little proud in his eyes.
"Ah? Designed by Su Xuanhan?" Jun Ziyan asked, a little shocked in his eyes.
Looking carefully at the huge wooden windmill in front of me, a feeling of inferiority naturally arises.
Damn it, what the hell is in that brat’s head? He can actually design a waterwheel, which compares to even a modern person like her. nnd, is he really a monster?
Seeing Jun Ziyan being so shocked, the smile on Su Shajue Junyi's face deepened, and he nodded to her, saying that Prince Su's reputation guarantees that the windmill was indeed designed by his 'son' Su Xuanhan, and all interpretation rights belong to Su Xuanhan
all.
Seeing this, Junziyan pretended to be in pain: "That kid's potential is too great. He's such a monster at just a few years old. Damn, my self-esteem is damaged." That kid's potential is really ridiculously great.
"However, Han'er can't think of a suitable name for the waterwheel!" Su Sha smiled fondly at Jun Ziyan's novel compliment, and the meaning in his eyes clearly asked Jun Ziyan to help him think of one.
"Name? What's so difficult about this? Since it's a waterwheel, just give it a close name, huh?" Jun Ziyan raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment, looking at the huge waterwheel in front of him and watching the water in the pool being stirred by the windmill.
He escaped, and then sprayed the water column into the sky. Suddenly his eyes lit up, his lips raised a wild smile, and he said: "Let's call it "Feng Sheng Shui Qi"! How about it?"
Things are booming?
Combining the two mutually reinforcing words "Feng Shui"! Su Sha Jue's eyes flashed and he praised: "What a good name, it's called 'Feng Sheng Shui Qi'. Master Jun is indeed very knowledgeable, Sha Jue admires it!"
"Ahem, give in, give in!" Jun Ziyan wanted to open the fan, but when he reached his waist, he realized that he was currently a patient dressed in women's clothing, so he could only shrug his shoulders to show humility.
"Then, I will take you to another place, and I hope Master Jun will kick out one more person!" Su Shajue said with a deliberate smile. He did not have the dignity of a normal prince, but more like a student asking for advice from his master.
Seeing him like this, Junziyan smiled, raised his eyebrows and nodded: "It doesn't matter!"
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There is still the second update, the meatball is being written on the cup, roar~~~~motor pinch?