Putting on a soft brocade nightgown, Zhang Jingxiu reclined on the soft embroidered bed, letting her black hair fall freely on her soft shoulders.
This picture is a beautiful picture of a lady taking a bath, but I don't know what she thought of. Her bright and pretty face blushed slightly under the candlelight, as if she had done something wrong.
But after a while, she gritted her teeth again and muttered something angrily. Her precious first time was gone. Although it was not as painful as hearsay, but...
Zhang Jingxiu couldn't help but get angry when she thought that the most precious first time in her daughter's family happened in the eerie mass grave.
Then a terrible thought came to Fang's mind.
Will she be pregnant with a child?
The more Miss Zhang thought about it, the more frightened she became. In a panic, she quickly turned over and sat up. She called out to the door, called a confidant maid in, and asked the maid to find a servant girl who had given birth.
Although the maid looked bewildered, she still walked away obediently. A moment later, a washerwoman who was also bewildered walked into the eldest lady's boudoir.
Although Zhang Jingxiu was shy, she secretly gritted her snow-white teeth and started to criticize the woman who had given birth.
The woman looked at the young lady who was twenty years old and as beautiful as a flower, and could only respond blankly.
Following the whispers in the boudoir, the time gradually reached midnight, but Miss Zhang was seen listening attentively, holding back her shyness, her bright and pretty face getting redder and redder.
It wasn't until midnight that Zhang Jingxiu casually rewarded the servant girl with a silver bean and closed the door. She held her white heart and exhaled a long breath.
The pretty face is still burning, so it turns out that this will not give birth to a child...
At this moment, her heart felt relaxed, but she couldn't help feeling embarrassed, so she gritted her white teeth, grabbed a feather duster, and whipped the chair hard.
"Contempt me...bad guy!"
Several maids outside the room were awakened by the shock. They pricked up their ears and listened to the goings on in the young lady's boudoir. At this moment, their hearts were full of doubts.
There is something wrong with the young lady, but no one dares to ask or tell...
The next day, early morning.
Shen Lie still got up early, sweated profusely in his small courtyard, practiced boxing and kicking, and lifted stone locks a few times.
Then he pulled the sleepy Yun'er out of the bed, hurried to his own shop, and arranged today's ingredients.
After dawn, Aunt Li and the women from the neighborhood brought several apprentices, all of whom were their own nephews and half-grown-up boys who knew the basics.
Aunt Li acted as the security guard and kept talking nice things in front of Shen Lie, praising these half-grown teenagers like flowers.
Looking at these timid and simple young people, those timid eyes.
Shen Lie smiled and said, "Just stay."
All the neighbors breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly knelt down to thank Shen Lie. They felt as happy as if they had passed the Jinshi exam.
For a poor boy who was born and raised here, being able to be an apprentice in a cheap shop is already a great gift from God.
Shen Lie hurriedly helped the neighbors up, said a few words of comfort, and then led a few apprentices into the back kitchen, where the sound of chopping vegetables could be heard.
Been busy for a while.
Several water basins were filled with shredded potatoes.
Shen Lie fished out a few shredded potatoes and looked at them. They were about the same thickness and length. The newly harvested potatoes were very fresh and naturally tasted crisper and more delicious.
After wiping her hands with her apron, Shen Lie walked out of the kitchen. Seeing that her favorite seat by the window was still empty, she felt a little disappointed.
Still not here.
Looks like he's been banned again.
Shen Lie sighed, suddenly feeling that he couldn't see her and had no energy to do anything.
Forbidden City.
At noon.
In the quiet hall of the Supervisor of Ceremonies, Feng Baofan looked at the living notes.
Daily Notes are records of the words and deeds of emperors. Since the Han Dynasty, almost all emperors of all dynasties have Daily Notes, but they are not circulated and are only used as reference materials when revising the history of the country.
Looking through the daily notes of the past few days, Feng Bao's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was filled with turmoil. The daily notes had obviously been deleted.
But some clues can still be found.
Long live the Lord has summoned several people in the past few days. Their names are unknown, but according to Feng Bao's guess, these people are probably important generals of the Beijing Camp Army.
Not Zhang Juzheng's people, nor Qi Jiguang's people...
But what did the emperor want to do by secretly summoning these people? Where did he find the list of these generals, and how did he get in touch with them?
The weather in early May was not too hot, but Feng Bao was so shocked that he was covered in white hair sweat, so he put down his daily napkin and took a cup of herbal tea.
At this moment, familiar footsteps sounded outside. When he raised his head, he saw a familiar, fat figure hurriedly walking in.
Feng Bao's hands trembled involuntarily, and he quickly stuffed the living notes into a large pile of official documents, and hurried forward to meet them.
"Greetings to Long Live..."
The words have not yet fallen.
Master Wanli said carelessly: "Get up."
Saying this, Long Live the Lord stretched out his stubby neck and looked at Feng Bao's desk, as if he was looking for something.
Feng Bao was so surprised that his hair stood on end. Fortunately, he had served three kings in the palace and could keep his composure.
So Feng Bao wiped the cold sweat from his hands and said calmly: "Wanzai, are you looking for something?"
Wan Li nodded and was about to speak when the young eunuch came in from outside the palace holding a poplar lunch box and an oil paper bag.
It's too late to say it, but it's soon.
Wanli stepped up and took the oil paper bag out of the little eunuch's hand. The little eunuch was so frightened that he even peed a few drops.
The little eunuch was so frightened that he fell to the ground and said tremblingly: "Long live..."
But Wanli ignored him at all. He tore open the oil paper bag in a few seconds, picked up the golden and crispy potato chips inside, and took a bite.
With a crisp sound, Banzai Ye seemed to have discovered a child who loves desserts, and ate them piece by piece.
This made the little eunuch lying on the ground dumbfounded.
Feng Bao breathed a deep sigh of relief, looked at the daily note he had hidden under the official document, and secretly wiped the sweat from his palms.
Unexpectedly, Wanzai Ye came here to eat potato chips. Watching the young man Wanli eat the potato chips non-stop, his hands were covered with vegetable oil.
Feng Bao felt helpless again, so he could only say softly: "Long live this thing... don't we have it in the imperial dining room?"
He had obviously bought back the recipes and preparation methods, and the imperial kitchen would make some every day and give them to the emperor, the queen and the nobles in the palace as snacks.
Why did his ceremonial supervisor come over to try to eat it?
Wanli picked up another piece and stuffed it into his mouth, then said carelessly: "The fried ones in the imperial dining room are not delicious."
Feng Bao felt helpless for a while, and then asked again: "I don't understand, please let me know clearly."
It's obviously the same preparation method and the same ingredients, so why doesn't it taste good?
impossible!
Wanli thought about it and muttered: "I can't say, anyway...it's just not as crispy and delicious as this folk delicacy."
Feng Bao was speechless and speechless for a moment.
He watched as Long Live Master ate the entire bag of potato chips, wiped his fat hands stained with vegetable oil on the gorgeous dragon robe, and frowned involuntarily.
But Wanli didn't take it seriously and said excitedly: "Daban, Daban, I have something to discuss with you first."
Feng Bao looked at the eagerness on the young emperor's face and suddenly understood in his heart, and complained that the potato chips in the imperial kitchen were not as delicious as the popular ones.
And he begged him like this. It seemed that the emperor was depressed in the palace and wanted to go out to play.
