Hearing that Liang Xiao cooked the food himself aroused Duan Yunxiu's curiosity. Duan Yunxiu, who had already dined at Dingguo Hou Mansion, decided to eat some more.
Liang Xiao went to the kitchen, leaving Jiang Fuxue and Duan Yunxiu to communicate.
Duan Yunxiu looked at the innocent little girl in front of him and remembered that her parents were both dead. He couldn't help but feel affection for her and chatted with her.
Jiang Fuxue answered fluently, which made Duan Yunxiu fall in love even more.
When he thought of his sister pampering him, Duan Yunxiu murmured to himself: "I wish I had a sister like you!"
Jiang Fuxue did not dare to respond.
According to common sense, for the sake of her brother, she should say, "It doesn't matter if my father-in-law treats Xue'er as his biological sister."
It's a pity that I only have one brother, Liang Xiao.
Asked: "Little sister Xue'er, besides doing business at home, what else does your brother do at home?"
This time Jiang Fuxue learned the lesson and answered seriously: "Reading and writing, I always worry about the country and the people."
"What do you write about? Poems?" Duan Yunxiu asked.
Jiang Fuxue hesitated: "I guess so... Xue'er is still young and can't understand."
"How come you can't understand?" Duan Yunxiu looked unbelieving.
She was certain that this little girl had an extraordinary conversational skills, and she seemed to come from a scholarly family.
"Xue'er just can't understand it, and she doesn't read it very much," Jiang Fuxue replied.
Duan Yunxiu was helpless and stopped asking further questions.
Jiang Fuxue was also aggrieved.
The other party came from the palace, and she had tried her best to answer in a direction that was beneficial to her brother.
If she hadn't been worried about revealing her secret and affecting Liang Xiao's future, she would have blown Liang Xiao into high gear.
What really embarrassed Jiang Fuxue was the things Liang Xiao wrote and painted.
She really couldn't understand those words and those patterns.
Whenever she curiously asked about these things, Liang Xiao always said to her earnestly: "Xue'er is still a child, so you don't have to worry about these things."
In order not to make her brother angry, she did not dare to go into details, but she had already made a conclusion in her heart about his strange words and patterns.
Ghost talisman!
However, the calligraphy written by Liang Xiaozheng'er in the Eight Classics was very beautiful, which puzzled Jiang Fuxue.
After a while, Liang Xiao served bowls of food one after another, and the aroma was fragrant.
Duan Yunxiu looked at some of the food on the table. They were all delicious and delicious, and he couldn't help but move his index fingers.
Feiyun looked at Duan Yunxiu with worry and reminded: "Sir."
"You also sit down and eat something!" Duan Yunxiu urged.
"I don't dare!" Feiyun quickly refused.
Duan Yunxiu did not force it, and sat alone in a triangle with Liang Xiao and Jiang Fuxue, his eyes falling on a pot of ribs close to him.
The pork ribs had an attractive red color and a vinegary smell, which made her eager to try them.
"What kind of dish is this?" Duan Yunxiu asked.
"Sweet and sour pork ribs." Liang Xiao replied.
Duan Yunxiu and Feiyun looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes, curiously picked up a piece and tasted it.
The meat is tender, fresh and sweet, with endless aftertaste!
Duan Yunxiu said in surprise: "It's delicious! You must have made it with sugar, right?"
Liang Xiao nodded and said: "Yes, I plan to give the recipes I have researched to Eunuch Lin. Eunuch Lin can present them to His Majesty and promote them."
"You are really thoughtful. Firstly, you can make me please His Majesty. Secondly, the promotion of sweet and sour pork ribs will help you sell sugar. You can achieve multiple goals with one stone!" Duan Yunxiu praised.
Liang Xiao smiled and nodded, acquiescing.
As Duan Yunxiu ate his food, the joy on his face became more and more intense.
"Are you still good at cooking?"
Jiang Fuxue took a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and took a bite. She also looked at her grandma with surprise on her face.
"It was indeed the young master who did it. The young master is extremely talented." Grandma exclaimed.
"Xue'er likes it very much. From now on, brother will teach Xue'er how to make sweet and sour pork ribs!" Jiang Fuxue said coquettishly.
Liang Xiao happily agreed.
Duan Yunxiu looked at the cheering Jiang Fuxue with inexplicable envy in his heart.
After dinner, Duan Yunxiu sat in Liang Xiao's yard and chatted with Liang Xiao.
"Master Liang, where did you live before coming to the capital?"
Liang Xiao replied: "I am in Bashu, living in seclusion with my master."
"Ba Shu?" Duan Yunxiu frowned.
It was a land divided by warlords. The warlords there nominally paid tribute to the imperial court, but in fact the imperial court had no power to govern it.
Whose disciple is he?
"Ba Shu!" Suddenly, Duan Yunxiu remembered something and asked cautiously, "Is your respected master already over seventy years old?"
"That's natural." Liang Xiao said without thinking.
"Did he teach you martial arts and the art of war, or literature?"
Liang Xiao thought that his old man's promise did not seem to include these, so he replied: "What my master taught me was mainly the ability to defeat ten thousand enemies."
Duan Yunxiu asked again: "Is it really inconvenient to reveal it?"
"Yes." Liang Xiao nodded.
Not only did Duan Yunxiu not feel unhappy, he was also filled with excitement.
The reason why the warlords of Bashu surrendered and paid tribute was precisely because there was a man living in seclusion there!
But soon, Duan Yunxiu regained his composure, remembered the conversation between himself and his sister, and the purpose of his trip, and looked at Liang Xiao.
"Master Liang, look at the horizon."
Liang Xiao looked up and saw jackdaws circling the tree and a few stars.
Jiang Fuxue looked at Duan Yunxiu doubtfully.
"It's a beautiful night tonight." Liang Xiao said with a smile.
Duan Yunxiu then plucked up the courage and said weakly: "Master Liang, are you interested in composing another poem? However, this matter is not counted among the things you promised to do for me..."
Liang Xiao was silent.
Duan Yunxiu saw this and quickly changed his words: "I know that poems and songs depend on inspiration, so I won't force you. You can't waste your hard-won career just because of poetry."
Liang Xiao smiled and said: "It doesn't matter."
After finishing speaking, Liang Xiao looked at the bright moon in the sky and said: "The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright. The fallen leaves gather and scatter, and the jackdaws roost again. When will we know when we will meet each other? It's embarrassing at this time and night!"
"The jackdaws are shocked again..."
Duan Yunxiu muttered, looking at the crows flying away from the branches in the distance, his eyes blurred: "It's so good..."
"I'll write it for you again."
Liang Xiao immediately walked to the study room.
Duan Yunxiu hurriedly followed: "Then I'll grind the ink for you!"
Jiang Fuxue took a step slower and followed with her little mouth pouted.
In the room, Duan Yunxiu was polishing ink and watching Liang Xiao write, nodding his head: "The thin gold body is beautiful~"
Jiang Fuxue saw this, frowned, and muttered to himself.
"Red sleeves add fragrance..."
For a moment, Jiang Fuxue seemed to understand something. She pursed her lips and looked at "Eunuch Lin" in front of her again.
Feiyun stood aside, smiling silently and bitterly.
Sure enough, His Majesty guessed it right!
After Liang Xiao finished writing, he handed the calligraphy to Duan Yunxiu and said, "This calligraphy is for Eunuch Lin."
"I'll give you a thousand taels!" Duan Yunxiu looked excited.
Liang Xiao quickly waved his hand and said: "Eunuch Lin, from now on, I won't accept any money from what I write for you."
Duan Yunxiu was startled for a moment, then his face turned red.
What he means is that he will write to me again in the future??