Han Zhenge almost didn't resist: "I, I'm not evil. I'm teaching! I'm really not, I don't know anything!"
Sheng Minglin nodded.
Han Zhenge breathed a little relieved and then began to tell.
Sheng Minglin listened carefully and couldn't help but feel surprised.
Why does it sound like Mrs. Liao treat him and others?
Not only the words, but also the placement is very different, so is it possible that Han Zhenge is his biological child?
But, isn't it possible?
No matter what, it is impossible to put your biological child in someone else's home. What happens to the servants is, and there is no way to control it.
Sheng Minglin secretly laughed at himself for thinking too much, but was still listening quietly.
Until he finished speaking, Sheng Minglin was silent for a long time.
Han Zhenge looked at him for a moment, and Sheng Minglin finally said, "I believe what you said, I believe you don't know."
Han Zhenge's eyes lit up, and Sheng Minglin continued: "But you should also understand what the court's attitude towards evil religion. The emperor cannot change the ban on the time of the great ancestor. No court can allow such evil religion.
In the external connection, this is completely a rebellion! Of course, it is better to kill someone who is rebellious by mistake than to let him go... Moreover, you also read the captain's documents and what the wife did, and she is not innocent.
, She deserves her sins, and everyone she implicates, even if she does nothing, will never escape death..."
"Can you understand what I mean? No one knows what people are thinking, no one can guarantee it. So they can only deal with it according to the camp. Evil, the great defence of the world is only from the word "stance".
It is worthy of sin."
Han Zhenge nodded blankly.
Although he is not good at this, he is smart enough to understand what he means.
Sheng Minglin continued: "But Zhuzhu likes you, I am willing to give you a chance for Zhuzhu."
He leaned slightly, gentle and solemnly: "This is your only last chance. You can continue to make pastry, but I want to put two people by your side, for surveillance and protection, but you can usually send you a chance to do so.
, Can you understand?"
Han Zhenge focused his head with tears in his eyes, and was grateful: "I understand, I understand! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! The young one will definitely not go to evil. "
Sheng Minglin stood up, sighed, and said gently: "Your path is never a fight for power. Any skill that reaches its peak is amazing. Perhaps a thousand years later, we have all passed away. Only your skill is still in the hands of future generations.
Still above the feast of later generations, even in the collection."
He patted his shoulder, "So, don't belittle yourself."
Han Zhenge looked up at him, murmured to say something, but couldn't say it, and just bowed deeply.
Sheng Minglin came out.
Huo Chenzhao stood in the shadow from afar. He was worried that if he was not allowed, he kept listening quietly.
Although he was not in the house, his ears were sometimes better than his eyes. Just from the sound of Han Zhenge's breathing, he knew that Sheng Minglin's words were definitely enough.
Sheng Minglin picked two people who had already started their internal breathing from Honghu Guard and asked them to follow Han Zhenge as a small kitchen for the time being. He also ordered the housekeeper to create a separate pastry kitchen for Han Zhenge tomorrow, and then he came back.
Then, he said to Qin Jiangbai: "Brother Jiangbai, now, the person who asked you to arrest the horse manager, the reason was that someone saw him release several carrier pigeons."
Qin Jiangbai responded with a smile and went out to give orders.
This reason is very reasonable, and of course they will doubt it, but even if they doubt it, there is no evidence.
No matter how many nails they put in the Duan Prince's Mansion, and then pull out one before talking about it, don't believe that Manager Ma is so tight-mouthed? There will always be rewards when the first trial is taken.
The next day, Sheng Minglin still sent Zhuzhu to school.
As August approaches, the osmanthus flowers in the garden are blooming, and the fragrance lingers everywhere.
Huo Chenzhao picked a handful of osmanthus flowers, put a little in Zhuzhu's small sachet, and then gave Sheng Minglin a little, leaving a little himself and put it in his purse.
The dumplings were buckled in the palm of his hand and covered them on his face and smelled them hard: "It smells so good! It smells so good, Zhuzhu wants to eat flower cakes!"
Sheng Minglin smiled and nodded.
Both brothers looked at Xiao Tuanzi running around at his feet with a smile, jumping around.
I am actually quite good when I get used to it at school. I run and jump every day, and my health is good and I eat well.
Huo Chenzhao whispered to him: "On August 15th, I want to go back."
Sheng Minglin looked up at him and signaled Zhuzhu with his eyes. Huo Chenzhao smiled and said, "I asked the prince, you might enter the palace that day. If you would enter the palace, Zhuzhu would fall asleep when he came back, and I would also go back.
It’s nothing. If you don’t enter the palace, then I will come back to have dinner in the evening and wait until Zhuzhu sleeps before going back. My master may be coming."
Sheng Minglin nodded.
As a result, Tuanzi heard it, Dadada ran back: "What are you talking about? Zhuzhu must listen too!"
Sheng Minglin smiled and said, "I'm talking about the fifteenth day of August, which is the reunion festival. Everyone is with their family, enjoying the moon, osmanthus, eating grapes, and eating moon cakes."
Tuanzi immediately thought of: "Where is the Siguoguo? Is Siguoguo back?"
Sheng Minglin paused: "I don't know, I should be able to come back, right? If I can't come back, Zhuzhu can write to him and also send mooncakes."
The dumpling said oh, and started to think about it by himself.
When I got home in the afternoon, Tuanzi called a bunch of people over.
Han Zhenge also came. Before he entered the door, he heard the pissing voice of Tuanzi: "Hanjiu must be good!"
Han Zhenge was excited and walked in quickly. Lizhi smiled and said, "Master, Han Jiujiu is here."
Before Han Zhenge finished giving a gift, Zhuzhu had already jumped down, grabbed his sleeve, pulled it to the table, and said to them: "Han Jiujiu will definitely do it!"
Those people laughed awkwardly.
Tuanzi explained to him: "Zhuzhu wants a few little people on the mooncake! The little people hold hands and stand and are happy, but they say they can't make birds!"
Master Zhou laughed and explained: "The glutinous rice noodles cannot be made like this. If you need to change to other noodles, it will probably taste a bit hard and not very delicious."
The kitchen manager also said: "Besides, you have to make a mold."
The housekeeper hurriedly said, "This kind of mold is not easy to carve, the ones drawn by His Highness, the head and hands are bigger than legs. Do you have to carve two layers of mold? It is not easy to remove the mold, and it is probably not very good to make it."
Tuanzi looked at Han Zhenge with big eyes with anticipation.
Han Zhenge said without hesitation at all, "It's OK."
Then he thought about it and said, "Let me draw a picture and make an ordinary mold."
He drew his paintings in a hurry.
It is equivalent to a circle of mooncake molds, leaving a pit in the middle, and then pinch out a small handle with a base, put it on directly. If the surface is not flexible enough, you can use sugar or oil. When it is baked in the stove, it will melt.
The noodle man becomes a little candy man, with a crispy or sweet and delicious feeling, and you can also draw your eyes and smiley mouth.
Such a mold is easy to make, and it will be made at night.
Han Zhenge tried it and brought it to the evening, and the whole family stared at it.
I made three types: one is a villain sitting and holding hands, the other is leaning outward like a petal, which looks like a three-dimensional flower and a villain, and the other is to hold hands while standing and holding hands.
The adults had complicated expressions and thought it was quite strange. The cakes were not cakes and they had nowhere to talk.
But Zhuzhu was surprised at first sight, dragged the plate in front of her and pointed: "Add a Zhuzhu! A cook pot! A cook daddy, a mother!"
Princess Duan immediately waved her hand and smiled very kindly: "No, you guys play, I...hem, my mother is an adult, so I won't play around with you."
"Oh!" Tuanzi didn't notice his mother's dislike for the villain at all, and said, "Then, I will make a bead, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a pot, a
Qin Guoguo... Who is it? Oh, it's Korean wine! I've also pinched the Korean wine and sent it to you!"
Sheng Minglin: "..."
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Ah, I'm sorry, I'll update two chapters later, and I'll make up for it tomorrow.