She was so sluggish that she deliberately delayed for a long time before arriving at the West Garden of the Poetry Wine Garden. She thought that Nangong Lie should have been sitting there, but who knew that in the huge West Garden, only Ya Xie was cooking alone in an elegant manner.
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A familiar place, a familiar scent, but there was a man she didn't want to see.
As soon as Zhenliang's figure entered, Ya Seer sensed her arrival even without raising his head, and lazily raised his phoenix eyes to look at her coolly.
Facing Seiya's gloomy yet smiling eyes, Zhenliang shivered all over and wished he could run away.
Since Nangong Lie hasn't come yet, Zhenliang doesn't want to be in the same room with this sub-prophet, even if this "room" is spacious and grand enough.
As soon as he took a step back, Zhenliang's back hit a wall of flesh. Without looking back, the refreshing fragrance of tea from the man's body had already entered his nostrils.
Just as Zhenliang was about to avoid contact with him, Nangong Lie had already stepped to the side before her. Zhenliang's body fell unsteadily and was about to fall backwards. Nangong Lie stretched out his arm to touch her.
Her back seemed to be blocked with great impatience, and she was saved from falling.
Then, Nangong Lie walked towards his position without looking back, leaving Zhenliang standing alone at the door.
The man's attitude was as if he had saved her life and was waiting for her to run over and express her gratitude.
Zhenliang bit her lip, looked at the man's back angrily, and concluded that he did it on purpose.
It can be seen that the two men in the West Garden at this moment are not good people.
While thinking this, Zhenliang looked towards Prophet Ya. I don't know when the man had withdrawn his eyes and was concentrating on the ingredients in his hands. However, Zhenliang felt that there was a mocking smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
, specifically aimed at her.
Not long after Zhenliang took his seat, Prophet Ya brought up two plates of pickled plum duck. Just like last time, Zhenliang and Nangong Lie had one plate each.
Seeing Prophet Ya coming from a distance, Zhenliang lowered her head, deliberately not looking at him. It wasn't until Prophet Ya's figure retreated that she looked up at the steaming, fragrant pickled plum duck.
Other dishes were being served one after another, and Nangong Lie was already starting to eat. Zhenliang saw that he was eating silently, so he also started eating, but he was determined not to pick up the duck with sour plums.
Nangong Lie saw that the pickled plum duck in front of her had not moved a single chopstick, so he asked, "Why don't you eat it?"
Zhenliang said without raising his head, "I'm afraid it's poisonous."
These three words fell clearly into the ears of Prophet Ya who was standing in front of the chopping board, and his smiling face became more gloomy.
"I have already tested the poison for you, what are you still afraid of?"
Zhenliang looked at the plate with pickled plum duck in front of Nangong Lie. Indeed, he had already eaten several pieces. If it was poisonous, he might have had an attack long ago.
"Your Majesty is so courageous. Aren't you afraid that the poison inside is chronic?"
Nangong Lie seemed to know what was wrong with Zhenliang and asked, "Do you not like sour plum duck, or do you dislike the person who cooks sour plum duck?"
Zhenliang pouted, "I don't even like it."
Without waiting for Zhenliang's request, Nangong Lie continued, "Well, since you don't like it, Prophet Ya doesn't have to enter the palace in the future. I heard that he is going back to his hometown to get married, so this may be the last time you eat it."
The sour plum duck, don’t you cherish it?”
Nangong Lie's words made Zhenliang's eyes widen. He thought that he would never have to see Ya Xie again from now on. Looking at the plate of sour plum duck in front of him, Zhenliang suddenly felt very pitiful and immediately had the idea of eating it.
"Okay, just for the last time, I'll eat it."
Zhenliang ate the pickled duck with sour plums without looking at Prophet Ya with gusto. He didn't notice that the sinister curve of the corners of Ya's lips became wider and wider.
When the two were halfway through eating, Eunuch Jiao, who had not come originally, suddenly appeared in the West Garden, ran to Nangong Lie's side in small steps, and whispered in his ear.
Zhen Liangrao was the closest to Nangong Lie and could not hear even a single word clearly. He could only clearly see the change in Nangong Lie's calm expression.
Nangong Lie stood up with a cold face and was about to take a step when he suddenly slowly retracted the half-step he had taken. He looked back and glanced at Zhenliang indifferently, "I'm leaving first."
Zhenliang was startled, a little hard to accept or couldn't believe that Nangong Lie would greet him before leaving? As if she was someone important to him.
According to this man's temperament, wouldn't he leave as soon as he wanted at a time like this without leaving even a few words?
It wasn't until Nangong Lie had already taken a step that Zhenliang realized what he was doing and uttered a single word, "Oh."
Eunuch Jiao turned back and glanced at Zhenliang, and was extremely surprised by the words and deeds of these two people. According to the emperor's habit, in addition to saying "retreat from the court" or "farewell" in front of the morning court or in front of the Queen Mother, he was extremely surprised.
, he would hardly say goodbye to other people, but today, he said goodbye to Concubine Liang.
As for Concubine Liang, shouldn't she have stood up flattered and said something like, "I respectfully send you to the emperor"? However, Concubine Liang sat motionless, just staring at the emperor's back and spit out miserably.
An "oh" word.
Eunuch Jiao quickly followed Nangong Lie, and then secretly glanced at the emperor's side face, and was surprised again.
The emperor seemed to be very happy because of Concubine Liang's stupid "oh".
Of course, it was impossible for the emperor to have a smile on his face, but Eunuch Jiao had served the emperor for so many years, and he could see all the subtle changes in his expression, good or bad.
After Nangong Lie and Eunuch Jiao disappeared, Zhenliang withdrew his eyes and looked at the dishes in front of Nangong Lie. He secretly thought about what could be so important and urgent, so important and urgent that he had no time to fill his stomach?
Her stomach wasn't full yet, and now that Nangong Lie was no longer around, all her cautious feelings disappeared.
Obviously, Zhenliang was surprised by Nangong Lie just now and completely forgot that there was someone in the West Garden that she didn't like.
In the Western Garden at this time, not only Zhenliang and Ya Seer were standing in front of the chopping board, but also some palace maids standing busy in different places.
Zhenliang was eating, when suddenly a shadow was cast on the plate in front of him, and he remained motionless.
As he slowly raised his head, Zhenliang had already guessed who the visitor was.
Facing the gloomy and unpredictable phoenix eyes of Shangya Prophet, Zhenliang kept comforting herself that to her, he was like a person she had never seen before. She should not see him like him anymore. Let the past go by.
Thinking of this, Zhenliang did not show disgust or displeasure towards Seer Ya, nor did he show a friendly smile. Instead, he withdrew his eyes expressionlessly and continued to eat. Naturally, the plate of pickled plums closest to her was
Duck, under this man's gaze, she couldn't eat anymore.
Zhenliang thought that if she ignored this man, he would leave in a sensible way, but unexpectedly, he continued to stand motionless, as if waiting for her to pay attention to him.
After taking a few bites, Zhenliang put down his chopsticks and raised his eyes to look at Seer Ya. This time, he omitted the name that would cause trouble and said calmly, "Any advice?"
"Yamou doesn't dare." Prophet Ya curled his lips and smiled, "Yamou is about to leave Daxin Country. Before leaving, I want to know who the last sour plum duck Yamou cooked was made by Concubine Liang.
Feelings?”
Zhenliang concluded that when this man asked such a question, he must be a drunkard, and the best thing to do was not to answer. However, this man was standing in front of her, could she leave alone?
Of course it can, but considering that this was the last time the two met, Zhenliang replied cautiously, "It smells very good, thank you."
She thought that her answers were concise, clear, and polite, so there shouldn't be anything wrong with this man.
But who is Ya Seer? As long as Zhenliang speaks to him, he will be able to find the highlights in her words and achieve the purpose of teasing her.
"The most outstanding thing about the sour plum duck made by Ya Mou is the fragrance. It smells good when you smell it, eats it and tastes it aftertaste. The origin of this fragrance naturally does not come from the duck itself, but from
A unique spice. Only Yamou can prepare this unique spice. Is Concubine Liang interested in knowing about it?"
Zhenliang said in a joking tone, "Do you want to reveal the secret recipe of sour plum duck to me?"
Ya Seer raised his thin lips and said, "What's the harm in revealing it? I guess Concubine Liang has no interest in cooking it herself."
It was really cool but I smiled silently, thinking to myself, why is she not interested? If one day in the future she can't find the ability to make a living in the world, can't she open a shop specializing in sour plum duck?
Thinking of this, Zhenliang suddenly wanted to know the recipe for sour plum duck.
Of course, she would not reveal her thoughts easily. She smiled slightly and said, "If you dare to tell me the secret recipe, maybe one day, I can personally cook the pickled plum duck for the emperor to taste."
"Concubine Liang is truly a good wife and mother. It is truly a blessing for the Emperor to accept you as his concubine."
The words were obviously meant to praise her, but to Zhenliang's ears, they felt very awkward, as if Prophet Ya was mocking her in return.
Next, both of them had different smiles on their faces, and neither of them spoke easily.
Suddenly, Prophet Ya leaned towards Zhenliang's masked face and whispered mysteriously, "Tell Concubine Liang an unknown secret about Ya."
Zhenliang sat back unnaturally, distanced herself from Ya Seer, and said, "Oh."
In fact, she was not interested in his personal secrets at all, but she couldn't directly say that she didn't want to know and offend him, so she could only respond with one word, letting him say it or not.
At the same time, Zhenliang was extremely puzzled. Wasn't this man going to tell her about the spice recipe for pickled plum duck? Why did it involve his personal secret?
Ya Seer's body leaned towards Zhenliang again, until Zhenliang was already leaning on the back of the seat and his face could no longer move back, then he kept a punch's distance from her, lightly opened his thin lips and said, "Ya
When A-mou was pregnant with A-mou, her mother developed a peculiar habit. She liked to eat all kinds of fragrant flower petals. The amount she ate every day was equivalent to a day's meal. When A-mou was born, A-mou had a strange habit on her body.
A unique floral scent.”
"The unique floral fragrance?" Zhenliang chewed on what he had said, and suddenly thought, isn't the fragrance that has been present since birth, the body fragrance?
