Of course, Brother Zhang cannot be let go. He is stuck in the palace and a single room has been set up for him. He doesn’t know what to do now. He feels that he has committed suicide enough, but the other side will not do it.
Kill him. Judging from relevant experience, if you commit suicide, you can only go back to the morning before committing suicide. You can only escape from this spiritual copy by being killed by someone or dying naturally.
Moreover, in the dungeon set up by Ms. Jin this time, Brother Zhang retains his memory but does not have any abilities. However, this mode is not new to Brother Zhang. It is just a way to follow the plot without any effort at all.
, it was his first experience.
Read as open world, write as linear copy.
Brother Zhang's habit for many years has been to get up early in the morning. When he got up, the rooster didn't crow, and people wouldn't let him go out for a walk, so he could only stay in this small room and have people write pen and ink when he had nothing to do.
Come over there and practice calligraphy.
It wasn't until after writing three large pieces of rice paper that the eunuch from yesterday walked over. He originally planned to torment this idiot early in the morning, but who knew that when he opened the door, he found that this idiot actually
I got up early and was sitting there practicing calligraphy.
"You idiot, the official asked you to prepare breakfast."
Brother Zhang said, "Don't you want to kill me?"
"Fool!"
The eldest eunuch didn't bother to talk nonsense to him, so he turned around and walked away. Halfway there, he turned back and said: "Within an hour, don't delay the official's morning court meeting."
Brother Zhang didn't talk nonsense. He put the towel on his shoulders, lowered his head and got out of the door curtain. The eunuch looked at his back and was amazed. His eyes were so vicious, even though this fool looked at him like
He is a fool, but when he walks out, he looks more like a prince than a prince, even...
You can't say anything treacherous, or even have thoughts, but the feeling is very strong. The fool's back looks like he has seen what the official looked like when he was young, and even... he has more of that style than the official.
However, he did not dare to say such words to anyone, even if it was an official he had served since childhood, he would not be harshly criticized for saying such things.
"The idiot got up so early?"
"Back at the official's house, when the slave arrived, he was already writing. The quilts on the bed were neatly folded. The room was fresh and cheerful. He was a decent man."
Zhao Zhen stroked his beard and raised his eyes slightly: "Show me what he wrote."
"I'll get this for the officials."
When Brother Zhang's calligraphy practice copybooks were placed in front of Zhao Zhen, the first one was of Marshal Yue's Man Jianghong. Seeing the words on it, Zhao Zhen couldn't help but sigh, and then he actually put the copybook away, and the second one
The third one on the sheet is the Lanting preface and the Tengwang Pavilion preface in Yan style regular script respectively.
Zhao Zhen looked at this calligraphy and was amazed: "Look, the new top scholar Zou Shichen's handwriting is comparable to his?"
"This slave doesn't understand this either..."
"You, you have refused to offend anyone in your life. Let me see, Zou Shichen's handwriting is not as good as his. Who would have thought that the person who wrote such good handwriting would be a fool? What a trick of fate."
"What the officials said is absolutely true, but this fool is really good at cooking. Aren't they all saying that a gentleman is far away from the kitchen? It seems that this fool is not a gentleman after all."
Zhao Zhen was amused by the eunuch's words and laughed loudly: "Why are you so weird when the words of Confucius and Mencius come into your mouth? If Bao Heizi hears it, the saliva will be sprayed all over your face."
Speaking of this, Zhao Zhen suddenly sighed: "Heizi has been gone for ten years."
At this time, the servant outside came in and announced: "Princess Baoshou is meeting you outside."
As soon as Princess Le'an's name was mentioned, Zhao Zhen stood up immediately, walked outside the door in a few steps, opened the door, and saw his sick daughter standing there being supported by the palace maid.
"Father...my daughter is here to pay you respects."
"Oh, why can't you walk around on the ground? Come on, come on, come in and lie down."
Zhao Zhen didn't have the dignity of an emperor at this moment. He quickly welcomed his daughter into the room. Although there were no rules, he let her lean on the couch where the ministers were discussing matters.
"You kid, how can you run around? What should you do if you get cold?"
Princess Baoshou smiled sweetly: "Father is worrying too much. The child has been bored in the room these days, so it's time for him to go away."
Seeing that his daughter, who was about to die a few days ago, could actually come out on her own, Zhao Zhen was really filled with joy and Long Yan was very happy. He kept asking for help and even called the imperial doctor to come and take Zhao Rong's pulse. After the imperial doctor finished the examination, he was also
He was surprised and said that Her Royal Highness the Princess' energy and blood had been restored. Although she was still a little weak, her life was no longer in danger.
At this moment, the big eunuch from outside came with breakfast. There were not many varieties but a lot of portions. The big eunuch bowed and said: "The fool said, that little jar contains garlic slices and ginger slices soaked in soy sauce.
You can take it for lunch."
Zhao Zhen felt a little hungry when he saw the things on the table, so he invited his daughter to have breakfast.
Today's breakfast is more homely, a big bowl of pumpkin porridge. The pumpkin is soft and fragrant. Although it is not unusual to go with thick porridge, it is very fresh and delicious. There is also a steamed cake made of honey, sesame, rice and millet.
It is also embellished with red dates. The finished product is golden in color and has holes as thin as needles. It smells fresh and fragrant, tastes sweet but not greasy, and is glutinous but not sticky.
Then there was a strange dish. The big eunuch said that the fool said it was pudding and it was for the princess.
"How was this made?" Zhao Rong asked, holding the pudding with a layer of burnt skin on it in her hand: "Why is it so cute?"
"Back to Your Highness, when I was leaving, that fool happened to take this thing out of the stove. I didn't see how he made it. I just smelled it and felt it was sweet."
In addition to pudding, there are also egg tarts and a plate of fried pork chops.
People in the Song Dynasty generally do not eat meat because pigs are not castrated and taste fishy and dry. However, the pork used by Brother Zhang is from four-month-old piglets, mixed with flour and egg liquid, and it looks golden on both sides. The little eunuch next door is attracted by it.
I cried.
Afterwards, Brother Zhang also made a bowl of eel soup. The tender eel shreds in it were smooth, fragrant and delicious.
After finishing the meal, Zhao Zhen was astonished: "That idiot is really weird. He even asked people to eat some meat for breakfast, and he wasn't afraid of losing his appetite."
At this moment, Princess Zhao Rong had just finished eating. She felt strange yesterday. Yesterday's meal was not anything special, but it tasted extremely appetizing. She finished the bowl of thick soup mixed with rice and slurped up. Although it was very
It was not elegant but extremely comfortable, and the combination of the spicy and sour soup with the spicy side dishes made her feel depressed.
So when I heard my father yelling at each other, I became curious: "Father, who is that idiot you are talking about?"
Zhao Zhen said oh, smiled and told everything about how he met that idiot yesterday: "It's really a pity for this idiot. He has good literary talent, good handwriting, decent appearance, clean appearance, and can...
I make this meal that satisfies you, but when I say it when I’m angry, I can’t stand the limelight, and I can make people so angry that they can’t help but smoke with just one sentence.”
Hearing such an interesting story, Zhao Rong giggled: "Is there such a strange person? I would like to meet him and ask him how he was able to cure my disease in a crooked way."
"Go and call that fool over."
Zhao Zhen gave an instruction, and then when only the father and daughter were left in the room, he took out the three copybooks for practicing calligraphy and placed them in front of Zhao Rong: "Rong'er, come and see, such literary talent and spirit are so impressive.
I am full of passion, but it is a pity... alas..."
"The ambitious eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and drink the blood of Xiongnu when they are thirsty..." Zhao Rong read a few words, but she couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.
But when she saw the preface to Lanting and Tengwang Pavilion written by Brother Zhang, her eyes lit up again: "Father, this word looks like it was written by a person who has been practicing for twenty or thirty years.
As a slave, you have your own writing skills. You are really good at calligraphy. How old is this stupid father?"
"Well, he's a little older than you, a boy of 18 or 19."
"Eighteen-year-old..." Hearing this, Zhao Rong was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then chuckled: "That's really a strange person. If he were an ordinary young man in the eighteen-nineteen, he would probably not dare to raise his head when he saw his father.
, but he can talk nonsense."
"You're not afraid of death." Zhao Zhen also laughed and shook his head: "If he wasn't a fool, he would really be your perfect match, Ronger."
Zhao Zhen likes this little daughter, not only because she is the youngest child and has children in old age. But also because this daughter is talented and considerate since she was a child. The other children are respectful to her when they see her, but this child is not born with that kind of talent.
Feeling alienated, Zhao Zhen was the most relaxed and comfortable when getting along with her. He was just like an old father, and he became more easy-going in everything he said.
"Father...you are talking about this again, I don't want to get married." Zhao Rong said coquettishly: "But I would like to see if the idiot who can make my father so happy has three heads and six arms."
"Okay, okay, he will be here later."
After a while, the eunuch brought Brother Zhang in, and the first thing Brother Zhang saw when he came in was Zhao Rong. This was Zhao Rong, it was clearly his Miss Jin, but she was much younger, sixteen years old.
At the age of seven, although she is equally noble, she is less calm and solemn than Miss Jin, and more delicate and cute.
But the moment he saw the princess, Brother Zhang understood in his heart that Miss Jin's setting turned out to be like this. She had no ability or memory, while Brother Zhang had memory but no ability.
In other words, it’s a story of the prince rescuing the princess and putting old wine in new bottles.
"Hey...hey! Where are you looking?" The eunuch pushed Brother Zhang and said, "You guy, you don't show courtesy when you meet an official or a princess. What are you staring at?"
Brother Zhang said oh and hugged Zhao Zhen and the princess: "Hello."
"Look, I'm just saying this is a fool."
Zhao Zhen was not angry at all, he just turned his head and said to his daughter: "Look at that stupid look."
However, Zhao Rong looked at Brother Zhang with great interest: "Father said you are a fool, but how do you know how to cure my disease?"
Brother Zhang said, "I asked the eunuchs in the kitchen, and they said you became like this after moving from the north. I think it was because you didn't eat regularly on the way here, you didn't adapt to the climate, and you were under a lot of mental stress.
If you don't eat anything, you will no longer be excited when "seeing" food, the secretion of digestive juices will decrease, and gastrointestinal motility will slow down. When facing food, you will no longer feel hungry, but will feel disgusted and want to vomit from the heart. Finally, the psychological and physiological reactions will tend to be...
In line with each other, pathological nerve reflexes are formed. And usually in this case, you are probably also accompanied by constipation, so I made you a lot of spicy dishes yesterday. There are no spicy dishes in your eating habits, and your stomach will move quickly if you are not used to it.
and diarrhea, this can relieve constipation to a great extent, and spicy and high-fiber foods can reactivate the gastrointestinal tract. However, this is because you have not been anorexic for a long time and have no organic disease, otherwise you will really die.
It fell."
He talked about a lot of nonsense, including psychology and diarrhea. Although they couldn't understand many of the words, they probably didn't sound like good words.
Zhao Zhen frowned. He originally planned to eat another bowl of pumpkin porridge, but now, after hearing what he said, he wouldn't eat it himself.
Zhao Rong, on the other hand, looked curiously at the eight-foot tall, handsome and bookish young man in front of her, and asked in surprise: "Do you still understand pathology? I heard from my father that you are just a scholar."
"The imperial examination also didn't test cooking."
As expected, this guy was just like what his father said, that he would get into an argument whenever he disagreed. Zhao Rong looked at him with her chin propped up and said with a smile: "In that case, I still have to thank you for saving my life.
Really?"
"No need to thank you, I've eaten several of your meals." Brother Zhang was a little helpless when he spoke: "I can only eat some steamed buns outside, but they are actually not delicious."
Zhao Rong laughed so hard that she was already weak. Now she almost lost her breath when she smiled. Zhao Zhen shouted quickly: "You idiot! If anything happens to me, Rong'er, I won't be able to forgive you."
you."
"Father, calm down." Zhao Rong struggled to sit up and looked at Brother Zhang: "So you actually want to enter the palace and become the consort, right?"
"Actually no, yesterday I was very hungry and planned to write a self-recommendation letter to show off my appearance. But halfway through writing, I felt that I couldn't save my face, so I threw away the self-recommendation letter and decided to go to a restaurant.
I was looking for a job as a cook, but I didn’t even take two steps before I was arrested.” Brother Zhang said honestly: “I’ll come and cook you two meals.”
His silly words made Zhao Zhen and Zhao Rong burst into laughter, and even the eunuch next to him covered his mouth in secret laughter.
At this time, Zhao Zhen took out the copybook with Manjianghong: "Did you write this poem?"
"I wrote it, but I am not the original author." Brother Zhang answered honestly: "I wrote the author's signature on it."
"Yue Fei? Who is it?"
"Yes..." Brother Zhang was stuck for a moment. He didn't know how to explain it to Zhao Zhen. If he started from the beginning, he would let this emperor who worked hard but had limited abilities know about the future of their old Zhao family and the Song Dynasty.
I'm afraid he won't survive until 3:30 in the afternoon.