"The Empress said, you and His Majesty have liked stewed with dried apples since childhood... She has been ready for you long ago..."
At this time, he actually smelled the aroma of deer meat, such a strong stewed taste. When he lifted the lid of the pot, the room was filled with the fragrance of mountain delicacies.
However, this season is not so suitable for eating dried apples with deer meat. The best thing is in winter. When it snows, everyone surrounds the stove and then brings a large pot of stewed meat, putting a small bowl in front of each child.
That kind of taste will never be forgotten...
...
But Baozhu may not know that Ye Jia has been a monk since he was a child. It was not that he wanted to be a monk or that he chose to be a monk himself. He was born without a father and mother and was thrown outside the temple and was then old.
The abbot picked it up, and thus became a monk...
Empress Dowager Feng knew it, so even when he was a very young boy, Empress Dowager Feng had never eaten dried apples for him with deer meat. Empress Dowager Feng gave him the ingredient apples.
What Feng Miaolian gave him was just a piece of silk apple.
There is nothing else.
At this moment, he suddenly felt very curious and yearning for the stewed apples with deer meat... I really longed for it, I really want to eat it once.
People dare to kill, don’t they still dare to eat stewed meat???
Looking around, the horses had all run away at some point.
Ye Jia didn't care. He threw away the big knife in his hand, turned around and ran towards Luoyang City.
At this time, he was fearless and had nothing left in his mind except for the stewed meat and dried apples.
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That night, Feng Miaolian had a very strange dream. In the dream, there was an endless desert. She was inside, without wind, sand, water, and food. However, people did not feel hungry, just looking into the distance
, I found that the world is boundless and vast, and people are inside, as small as a speck of dust.
The next day, she got up very early.
The maids accompanied her to walk in the imperial garden. The fragrance of flowers in spring is so rich and blurry, full of a strong and deceptive fragrance.
At this time, she suddenly saw someone.
His white clothes are as snow as Chu Feng, as he is tall and handsome, and his feet are not covered with dust when walking. When the flowers see him, they automatically gather in the middle; when the grass sees him, they automatically separate to the two sides...
Give it a wide road.
He walked along the way, but he was still not stained with dust.