Chapter 197 He dares to touch the grass and trees in this palace again, I can't do it
Chapter 197 If he dares to touch any plant or tree in this palace again, I won’t be able to beat him to death (please reward me)
"Mom, daddy...see what delicious food I brought for you and daddy?"
"Oh, what is it delicious? Come and give it to daddy to try..."
"Hey, this tastes really good. Guanyin, please try it."
"Well, it's fragrant, glutinous and tender, and the chicken actually has a faint fragrance."
"Yes, yes, my husband also feels a refreshing fragrance. It feels like he smells the fragrance of lotus leaves."
"Lotus leaf?!"
"Mom, you are so awesome. Yes, yes, this is wrapped in lotus leaves and baked."
"Haha...Xiao Sizi, where do these lotus leaves come from?"
"Brother Cheng San and I went to the lotus garden to pick them."
"...Sure enough, Cheng! Lao! San!"
"Dad, mother, what's wrong with you? You look so scary."
"It's okay, dad is okay..."
"Oh, come on, daddy, I'll feed you...Mother, I'll feed you..."
"...Daughter-in-law, please eat slowly. I am a little tired and have to go back first. Be good, little Si. Grandpa will come to play with you tomorrow."
"..."
"Zhao Kun, tell Cheng Laosan that if that kid dares to come near the lotus garden again, I will break his legs."
"promise!"
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A few more days...
"Dad, Mom, I've brought you delicious food again."
Li Mingda came jumping up and down, seeming to want to pull his grandfather Li Yuan over. Li Yuan smiled and shook his head politely, as if he had something in his heart.
This made Empress Changsun and Li Shimin, who had just returned from enjoying the scenery outside the palace, slightly shocked and looked at each other.
"That boy, did you go to the lotus garden again?" Li Shimin smacked his mouth and his face turned a little dark.
The virtuous and virtuous Queen, the eldest grandson, now has blue veins looming on her smooth forehead.
At this time, Li Mingda had already come closer, and Li Yuan finally stabilized his posture as an elder. Don't be afraid, it has nothing to do with me anyway.
"Xiao Sizi, tell me, did you go to the lotus garden to pick lotus leaves again today?"
Li Shimin stretched out his hand to hold Li Mingda in his arms, lightly scratched her cute little face and began to make subtle remarks.
"No, I'm not cooking beggar's chicken today. It's another delicious thing."
Li Mingda's little face, which was originally baby-fat, has become more round and cute these days, with a rosy face.
"Oh, then I want to give it a try, mother." Empress Changsun breathed a sigh of relief and stopped playing with her favorite lotus.
Holding Li Mingda in his arms, he walked into the Imperial Palace. Following Li Mingda's greeting, the eunuch carrying the food box walked forward quickly.
From the food box, he took out two plates of one-inch-thick bamboo tubes that were dark in color and looked like they had been stirred by fire.
"Ah? This, this..." Li Shimin and Queen Changsun looked at the bamboo tubes with dumbfounded expressions.
"!!!" Li Shimin's whole body felt bad. This is indeed not a lotus leaf...
But it feels a lot like the beautiful clumps of black bamboo near the Dabao Hall.
"Is this roasted bamboo?" Empress Changsun saw her husband's darkened face, raised her hand and patted her husband's arm gently.
Poor husband, well... what kind of brain does that brat Cheng Sanlang have?
First I picked the lotus leaves that I liked, and now I cut the bamboo that my husband liked.
"No, Brother Cheng San said this is called bamboo tube rice. It's delicious. Dad, Mom, you guys should try it quickly..."
"Dad, why do you like to speak through gritted teeth?"
"Yes, hahaha... You must have read it wrong, little Sizi. Wait a minute, daddy has something to do..."
Li Shimin walked to the entrance of the palace with a dark face, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and then summoned Zhao Kun.
"Go and tell that bastard Cheng Sanlang that if he dares to touch any plant or tree in this palace again, I won't be able to beat him to death."
Seeing His Majesty looking murderous and extremely angry.
Zhao Kun tried hard to maintain a serious expression and obeyed the order solemnly.
This Cheng Laosan, why doesn’t he know how to live peacefully?
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The bamboo tube rice is really delicious. It uses tribute rice from Jiangnan, and also mixed with ham pellets, peas, etc...
Not only does it have the fragrance of rice, the strong fragrance of ham, but also the unique aroma of bamboo, mixed together, it makes people want to take more bites.
Cheng Chubi patted his belly and looked at the bamboo tubes scattered on the ground, feeling particularly pleased.
Cheng Liang held up his belly and looked at the five or six bamboo tubes left on the table, and couldn't help but shook his head with regret.
"Sir, this stuff is so delicious. It's a pity that I'm full. Alas, I didn't expect that the rice in the south is quite delicious."
"Sir, it seems General Zhao Kunzhao is here." Cheng Guang pointed at the entrance of Qingyou Pavilion and reminded.
Cheng Chubi had no choice but to stand up. This hairy-faced uncle was the head of Uncle Li's bodyguard, and he couldn't afford to offend him.
Zhao Kun walked up quickly and saw Cheng Chubi saluting him and actually taking a nap at the same time.
Looking at the bamboo pieces scattered in front of the table, as well as the thin bamboo branches and leaves that have not been cleaned up.
Zhao Kun also raised his thumb towards Cheng Chubi with a look of sincerity on his face.
"Hey, Cheng Sanlang, you are really capable. A few days ago, you just picked a lot of my favorite lotus leaves."
"Today, I cut down a lot of bamboo that His Majesty likes."
"Your Majesty, do you like bamboo?" Hearing this, Cheng Chubi looked at the bamboo pieces scattered on the ground, and he felt a big trough in his heart.
"No one told me. If I knew, I definitely couldn't chop it down."
"...Sigh, His Majesty asked Zhao to come over and tell you something. If you dare to touch any plant or tree in Jiucheng Palace again, His Majesty will deal with you personally."
Cheng Chubi nodded helplessly. Unexpectedly, Uncle Li and his wife actually liked different types of plants.
Zhao Kun finished delivering the order, but did not leave immediately.
His eyes swept over Cheng Chubi's master and servant who were all shiny with food, and his eyes fell on the bamboo tubes that had not yet been opened.
"Uncle Zhao, why don't you try some too? The taste of this stuff will definitely not disappoint you."
"Okay, let me try one, eh...it tastes really good..."
The remaining bamboo tubes were swept away like a whirlwind, and Zhao Kun, who was full of food, finally patted his butt and walked away with satisfaction.
Cheng Chubi, an unparalleled culinary genius, is left behind to continue to grieve.
Isn't it just to get some food to enrich this difficult life of Jiucheng Palace? Alas, life is difficult.
Cheng Chubi slumped back on the couch and patted his belly. That's all. What's the use of not moving a tree or a plant?
As long as you have a brain, what kind of delicious food can't be made? How about... Let's have some fun with mutton hot pot tomorrow?
In the eighth year of Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty, Cheng Chubi's holiday at Jiucheng Palace was so plain and boring...
Having said that, over in Chang'an, I don't know if those three mischievous younger brothers would be in trouble all the time without my control.
But I guess with my father's suppression and the intimidation of my two brothers, nothing big will happen.
His Highness the Prince doesn't know if he has continued to exercise according to the plan he made, and he doesn't know if he will be fit and healthy when he returns to Chang'an.
By the way, is Wu Mei, that beautiful girl in the early stages of puberty, continuing to grow...
Hey, I'm wrong, I don't know if I will come to the government often to get medical books to copy.
Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty already feels like home to Cheng Chubi, who is gradually integrating into this era.
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"Brother Cheng San, it's so boring..." Li Mingda followed Cheng Chubi's example and sat on a pony, with a plate of dried fish between them.
You take a bite, I take a bite, eating the dried fish, looking at the scenery of Qingyou Pavilion from summer to autumn, and the chrysanthemums that are gradually blooming.
"Yeah...it's a bit true." Cheng Chubi stuffed a small piece of dried fish into his mouth and agreed casually.
"Brother Cheng San, what delicious food are you planning to make today?"
Cheng Chubi leaned against the big tree behind him angrily and said weakly.
"You can't pick lotus leaves, you can't chop bamboo, and you can't touch any grass or tree in Jiucheng Palace. Otherwise, your father will make it snow in Jiucheng Palace in August."
"Snow in August?" Seeing Li Mingda's bright eyes looking over, the dark-faced old man leaning on the soft couch and taking a nap also raised his eyes.
Cheng Chubi quickly made a fuss and said, "Nothing, I just hope it snows soon."
"Well, I also like playing in the snow, but it's a pity that dad doesn't like it. He always likes to read books, both during the day and at night..."
"This proves that His Majesty is a diligent and caring king."
"Brother Cheng San, come here and take a look. This chrysanthemum is so beautiful." Li Mingda nodded, glanced at it, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he walked over quickly.
Cheng Chubi was also attracted by her actions and saw a dazzling golden dragon's claw chrysanthemum.
"Oh, it's really good, um..." Cheng Chubi subconsciously turned his head to call Emperor Li Yuan to come over and admire it.
I only saw that the old man who always liked to take a nap at noon was snoring, but I saw the wrinkles at the corners of his old face.
Cheng Chubi turned his head again, glanced at the dragon's claw chrysanthemum, and couldn't help but marvel.
"Your Highness, look at this chrysanthemum, and then look at your grandpa, what do you think it looks like?"
Li Mingda made a serious face, glanced at his grandfather's side face, and then carefully looked at the chrysanthemum in front of him, his eyes lit up.
"It's a bit like my grandpa's place..." Li Mingda pointed his finger at the corner of his eye seriously.
"Hey, I can teach you an adjective called chrysanthemum old face, which means that the wrinkles on the faces of old people are just like chrysanthemums."
"Wow, Brother Cheng San, you know so much."
Li Mingda's eyes suddenly lit up, he thought for a moment, picked off a chrysanthemum, and then ran towards Li Yuan with his short legs.
Cheng Chubi was a little confused as to what this girl wanted to do.
Li Yuan suddenly felt itchy at the corners of his eyes. He opened his eyes in confusion and saw his good granddaughter standing in front of him and looking at him seriously.
I couldn't help but laugh, and just as I was about to speak, I heard my good granddaughter shouting excitedly.
"Grandpa, look, your smile is like a chrysanthemum."
"???" Li Yuan sat up in confusion, stretched out his hand to scratch his cheek, and dropped a dragon's claw chrysanthemum.
"Grandpa, brother Cheng San just taught me an adjective and asked me to use it to describe you, grandpa." Li Mingda said with a serious expression.
Li Yuan took several deep breaths in succession, and his nostrils began to spit out green smoke. "How do you describe that bastard boy?"
"He said that grandpa smiles like a chrysanthemum, so grandpa's face is a chrysanthemum face."
The next moment, the old and frail His Majesty the Emperor picked up a stick and took vigorous steps.
Cheng Sanlang, who could lift the cauldron, could only run away with his head in his arms, while Li Mingda, who was as beautiful as a spring flower, giggled.
Happily, he placed the plate with dried fish on his knees and ate happily, cheering his grandfather on from time to time.
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Still wearing a huyi, Wu Mei dressed up as a man.
Several volumes of copied books were placed on the desk in Cheng Sanlang's room.
"Uncle Fu, Cheng Sanlang, hasn't he come back yet?"