Is Feng Bao not afraid? He is not afraid of 10,000 yuan, but afraid of what might happen. Although the food at Bianyifang is very clean, there will probably be no problems with it.
But if this matter reaches the ears of the Yushi Yanguan, or if Empress Dowager Li finds out about it, Eunuch Feng will be in big trouble!
Can the emperor eat food outside the palace...
Of course that is impossible!
This is against the rules.
At this time, Feng Bao seemed to have seen that after the incident was spread, the angry censor Yan Guan sprayed saliva all over the sky.
That scene made him break into a cold sweat.
Looking at Feng Bao who was already sweating on his forehead, young Wanli was very disapproving.
Long Live Master raised his fat chin slightly, sat on the chair and crossed his legs leisurely, even perfunctorily.
"I understand, I understand."
While the Long Live Master was perfunctory with Feng Bao, he looked into the lunch box. Looking at the poplar lunch box, the poplar chopsticks were not the palace style.
The young man Wanli's eyes suddenly widened: "Haha, you have been caught by me, right... You old guy, it makes no sense, you can eat the food outside the palace, but I can't?"
The implication.
You old man often goes to the folk to look for delicious food, and you also like to hide the folk delicious food and eat it secretly by yourself!
unacceptable.
Although he is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Wanli is still an eighteen-year-old boy at the end of his life. He is the age when he has the most energy, the most unconventional behavior, and the most rebellious age in his life.
As he grows older, what this long-lived man likes to do most is to do something outrageous in front of the old eunuch who dotes on him, and watch him become furious.
The more Feng Bao stopped him from eating food outside the palace, the more Wanli thought about him.
Look at the long live master's ungrown appearance.
Feng Bao didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a moment, so he had to persuade him earnestly: "Your Majesty is the most powerful person in the world. Every word, every deed, and every move affects the world..."
But the emperor obviously didn't take these words to heart.
This is a cliché. I have heard it since I was a child. I have heard it every day, every month, and every year. Wanli’s ears have become calluses after listening to it.
So it goes in through the left ear and out through the right ear.
The young man Wan Li automatically filtered out Feng Bao's words and began to patrol the poplar food box with a pair of shining eyes.
Wanli's eyes quickly fell on those dishes he had never seen before. Looking at the fragrant potato shreds and potato cubes, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his furry mouth.
That look seemed to be saying...
Still want to lie to me?
Wanli rolled his eyes. He felt very unhappy. Why was he the emperor and rich all over the world, but he could only eat cold imperial meals every day?
Why can he only watch the folk delicacies?
After a busy morning, the young emperor was really hungry. He looked at the food in front of him and swallowed his saliva, but he didn't have chopsticks in his hands. The chopsticks were kept by Feng.
Emperor Wanli felt that it was inappropriate to grab it with his hands, so he stared at the bag of potato chips with his bright eyes. What kind of food is this?
do not know.
But it looks delicious.
So when Feng Bao wasn't paying attention, Wanli stretched out his chubby hand, like lightning, grabbed a piece of potato chips and stuffed it into his mouth.
Then he bit it with a squeaking sound.
There was a strange crunching sound again in the hall, and as he bit into this crunchy potato chip, the young man Wanli was stunned...
Feng Baoren also became numb.
The few young eunuchs serving around him were also dumbfounded.
For a moment, the Chief of Ceremonies, one of the highest authorities in the Ming Dynasty, fell into a moment of silence. This silence was a bit strange and a bit strange.
Not long after.
The young man Wanli seemed to have discovered something delicious. He ate the potato chips in a few mouthfuls, then grabbed the whole bag of potato chips with his chubby hands.
Wanli stood up holding a bag of potato chips...
At this time, it was too late for Feng Bao to stop him. He could only watch as Long Live Master grabbed a bag of fried potato chips and ate them loudly while hurriedly walking out.
The expression seemed to be that he was afraid that this delicacy would be taken away by him.
Feng Bao looked at the greedy Long Live Lord and was stunned for a few seconds before he chased after him impatiently. While chasing, he shouted softly: "Long live, long live!"
Is it okay if someone sees this?
I'm going to kill you!
Feng Bao became anxious all of a sudden, and chased after him hurriedly, but he couldn't resist the fact that Long Live Master was young and had good legs and feet, so he waited until Feng Bao quickly chased him outside the palace.
But they found that Long Live Master had already hugged the bag of potato chips and disappeared in a hurry.
Standing at the gate of the Supervisor of Ceremonies, Eunuch Feng looked at the fat but flexible back of Long Live Master. He was speechless for a moment and had no choice but to stand helplessly in the wind.
After a long time, Feng Bao, who was speechless, couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.
He couldn't help but think of how naughty and willful Mr. Long Live was when he was a child, with a look of doting on his face.
At that time.
Master Wanzai is still a well-behaved and sensible child. After class every day, he follows him like a follower, curiously asking questions, and he becomes as close to him as his own son.
At that time...
I really miss it.
As Feng Bao walked slowly back to the main hall, he looked at the official documents piled in the main hall and the majestic coiled dragon pillars with a pair of dim eyes.
Feng Bao sighed quietly, but it was a pity that time could not be turned back. Long live the Lord has grown up, and the relationship between the two will never be the same again.
He walked to the corner with heavy steps.
Feng Bao looked at the official documents piled on the shelf, then flipped through the list of names on the shelf, and soon found the list of squad generals.
Think about it.
Feng Bao put this important roster into his sleeve with an expressionless face, and then let out a heavy sigh.
"It's been a troubled time."
The hall fell into a dead silence in the afternoon.
Time flies.
In a blink of an eye, it was noon the next day.
It was time for more than 20,000 people in the palace to have their meals every day. The huge Forbidden City was as busy as ever. The maids and eunuchs were all in a hurry, but no one made a sound.
Supervisor of Ceremonies.
The confidant, the little eunuch, quickly walked into the hall as usual, opened the poplar lunch box, and placed the food on the table.
Feng Bao, who was sitting upright, raised his head, picked up the poplar chopsticks as usual, and looked at the dishes in the disposable poplar lunch box, his eyes lit up again.
In addition to the signature potato shreds and potato chunks, today there is another dish that I have never seen before, but this dish is yellow and red, yellow and white, and has soup flowing out.
Feng Bao was stunned, what kind of dish is this?
Feng Bao, who has always been very picky about food, used chopsticks to pick up this dish. He naturally knew the eggs in this dish, but what about the red and tender ingredients in the soup?
As expected of the well-informed Eunuch Feng, although he didn’t know tomato scrambled eggs, he had actually seen tomatoes, a rare ingredient.
An idea flashed in his mind. Feng Bao seemed to have seen this kind of plant somewhere, and two words slowly escaped from the corner of his mouth: "Persimmon?"
Persimmon, also known as Langpeach, has a stem like wormwood, four or five feet high, leaves like mugwort, and flowers like pomegranates. One branch bears five or three or four fruits, and one can count twenty or thirty fruits. It is tied into a frame and is the most impressive. It comes from the West
Fan, hence the name.
But Feng Bao was a little confused again. Fanshi existed in the East and West Palaces. He remembered that it was a tribute from a vassal country in Nanyang a few years ago.
However, in the palace, this beautiful plant was not used for eating. Because of its bright color and cherished value, it was always kept as a potted plant in the back garden by the palace maids.