wear it lord god

Chapter 1897 Stop, Make a Robbery 55
Liu Lu held the scripture book in one hand and a pen in the other, looking at the golden paper given by the emperor, hesitated: "I really wrote it."

"Yes!" Shining replied.

"Really, I wrote it?" This is a good gift from the emperor, and a piece of paper is worth several taels of silver.

"Yes!" Xining said angrily, and increased his voice.

"Villager, then I really wrote it!" Liu Lu really couldn't let go of this hand, what she wrote was a waste of money.After hesitating and hesitating, a drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen to the paper, and a drop of black ink was dripped on the fine gold paper.

"Ah~" Liu Lu cried out, feeling more and more at a loss.

Liulu was tall and big, and his voice was so loud that the dust on the beams of the house rustled.

Xining and the other maids covered their ears.

And Tao Hong just wanted to cover her eyes, she couldn't watch, she couldn't watch any more.God, what is the main thing in the village?
Xining was annoyed, and stared: "Hurry up and write!"

"Oh." Liu Lu looked at the stained paper, the paper was expensive, and he would not change it even if he thought about it, so he could only bite the bullet and write it down.

Xi Ning finally calmed down a little: "Write smaller, write more, write well!" After speaking, he picked up another storybook and read it.

Seeing Liu Lu crookedly writing big characters, adding a few strokes from time to time, Tao Hong couldn't imagine His Majesty's expression when he saw this word.

Because it was written for the village master, but also for the emperor to read, Liu Lu wrote very seriously.Even if she tried her best to write smaller, but she had thick fingers, and she was used to being careless. No matter how hard she tried to write small, it would not be too small, just like Chinese regular script.

After Man Dangdang finished writing a sheet, he just put down his pen and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the voice of the village master: "Don't waste it, write on the back too."

Uh, still writing!The words of the village master were the imperial decree, so Liu Lu had no choice but to pick up the pen, dip it in ink, and continue writing.

The paper is thicker than normal, so it's not for practicing calligraphy, but for writing famous posts, doing some calligraphy and painting, and so on.

When writing again, Liu Lu felt a little better, and wrote much faster than when writing the front.But this word, for Tao Hong who can't write very well, is still horrible.

"Yeah, not bad. Go ask Second Aunt to make a five-jin cake, and say I want to eat it, and give some to the people in the house." Xining still lay down, planning to lie down until the next meal.

As long as there is something to eat, before Liu Lu could finish her joy, she heard the village owner say, "I will write another one tomorrow."

"Ah?!" Tao Hong and Liu Lu cried out almost at the same time.

Still writing, it's a waste of good things!

When the fat cake came, I jumped two yuan while it was hot, and Xining asked someone to send the cake and paper to the palace and present it to Emperor Dechang.

Really sent it... Tao Hong couldn't close her mouth as she watched helplessly as the paper was folded and placed in a brocade box that could have held papers, and was taken away by someone.

Emperor Dechang was lying on the bed and had already drank the medicine for the second time, but the redness and swelling on the toe joints still did not subside, but the pain was less.Unlike the beginning, the pain was so painful that I wanted to chop it off.

Concubine Zheng, who has been promoted to a noble concubine, is serving the sick.Take a bowl of porridge and feed it to him slowly.

Even if the vegetable porridge tastes okay, but thinking about not being able to eat meat for half a month or even a month, I still have some energy left in my heart.He controlled his temper several times, but finally he didn't make an order and tripped Uncle Feng Guo during his exile.

Originally, the main criminal was exiled wearing shackles and handcuffs.What he ate was corn bread and what he drank was cold water. If more hardships were added, the pampered and pampered Uncle Feng Guo would have died on the way before reaching Lingnan.

Let him die... Emperor Dechang snorted coldly, that would be taking advantage of him.

Emperor Dechang was emotional from time to time, but he scared the concubine Zheng Gui who was next to him. He was eating porridge well, but his face changed again.Is it because the porridge is fed fast, or slowly, or the porridge is not tasty.It's really like accompanying a king like a tiger!

A waiter outside came in with a dish, a brocade box on it, and a bowl with a saucer on it.

As soon as he saw the brocade box, Emperor Dechang became more and more upset. He waved his hands, meaning not to eat, and asked feebly, "Why do you want to report something?"

Really, eating a mouthful of porridge is uneasy.But if it's border military or something important, you have to watch it.

"Reporting to the official's family." The servant lowered his head and replied respectfully: "It was sent by someone sent by Yong'an County Lord, who said she just practiced Chinese characters. There are also steamed cakes."

It turned out to be practicing calligraphy, Zheng Guifei breathed a sigh of relief, and took another spoonful of porridge, handed it to Emperor Dechang's mouth, and fed it.With a smile: "There are still cakes, the Lord Yong'an really has a heart."

"What cake?" Emperor Dechang was also a little interested. He drank this porridge twice, even if it was cooked with different dishes, it was still vegetable porridge.I'm tired of it now, thinking about how many days I have to eat this kind of porridge, what is this emperor doing.

The plate covered the bowl, and there were two pieces of yellowed cake in the big bowl. The eunuch in charge of the meal tested it with a silver needle, cut off a small piece and ate it. After confirming that it was non-toxic, he signaled that it could be served.

The imperial physician next to him hurriedly knelt down: "This cake is made of fermented glutinous rice, it cannot be used."

He couldn't eat it, and now he couldn't even eat cakes, so Emperor Dechang felt more and more hopeless.

The eunuch who was in charge of the meal responded: "The old noodles are used, not fermented glutinous rice. And cornmeal and wheat flour are used, not glutinous rice flour."

Upon hearing this, the imperial physician agreed, "That's fine."

The cake was finally delivered to the bed. The fluffy cake was well developed. There was a candied date in the middle, and it was decorated with red and green candied fruit. It looked delicious.

Concubine Zheng picked up a piece with her chopsticks and brought it to Emperor Dechang's mouth.

As soon as he took a bite, Emperor Dechang's eyes lit up, and he didn't need chopsticks anymore, so he took his hands off the chopsticks and ate directly.

On the contrary, the cool hair cake has toughness, and it is very chewy.And one bite is a big piece, and you don't feel full after eating it.

When eating the second piece of cake, Emperor Dechang probably was idle or bored, so he tore a little bit with his hands and slowly put it in his mouth to chew, so that he could eat more slowly and enjoy it more.

After eating all, I still have more to say.I'm hungry for two meals, and I can finish it with two more yuan.

After wiping his hands, Emperor Dechang remembered: "It's the words of the county lord Yong'an, take it here and let me have a look."

The eunuch in charge opened the brocade box and took out a piece of paper from it. It seemed that the writing was also written on the back, and the words could be seen.

The paper was folded twice, and after opening, the eunuch in charge was also stunned, his eyes looked at this valuable gold paper, what was on it, could it be that he was dazzled?
Emperor Dechang and Concubine Zheng were also stunned. Could it be that the paper was filled with new fonts, large and small, but this is too... too ugly!
The eunuch in charge blinked his eyes, then turned the paper over.Well, the writing on the front is even more ugly, and there is a big drop of ink.It is indeed a problem with the words, not his vertigo.

The paper used should have been rewarded last time.This ink is also right, the Hui ink used in the imperial study room has its own unique ink fragrance.But if you don't say this word, you will think it was written by a three-year-old child.

(End of this chapter)