Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 382 The heart hurts

The word "Ya" was drawn in an extremely tactful and resentful manner, with a sad face, but his eyes turned around nimbly, aiming at the emperor while turning.

Knowing that she was having fun, the emperor smiled half a smile: "Your heart hurts? How come I don't know?"

Those eyes glanced at her chest vaguely, as if they were saying that they had just seen it.

Lianhua was stunned, why didn't Master follow what she said, how could she go on like this...

Suddenly, she realized again, was she being molested again? !

This serious hooligan!
His face flushed immediately, he broke free from him angrily, and muttered to himself angrily: "Big villain, big villain, hum!"

The emperor grabbed her, hugged her and laughed, and kissed her on the cheek: "My daughter is not like Xizi, but like that little flower demon among the flowers."

It was extremely seductive, and it made his heart flutter.

Like Xizi, I don't want it. His daughter wants to be healthy and healthy, and it's great to be herself, so don't learn other nonsense.

"Huh? Little flower demon?" Lianhua felt a little strange, this name is very kind, similar to her little tree demon, and her name also has flowers in it.

The emperor nodded: "Yes, my little flower demon."

Hearing this, the corners of Lianhua's mouth turned up, and she accepted it happily, and sat back on the emperor's lap with a smile, putting her arms around the emperor's neck: "Well, I won't pretend to be Xizi in the future, Xizi is still suitable for Concubine Fang. too tired."

The emperor pinched her cheeks, knowing that she had almost given up on the weird idea of ​​imitating her: "You are my little flower demon, my unique little girl, you don't need to learn from others."

Lianhua suddenly smiled and narrowed her eyes, her heart was full of sweetness, what Long Live Lord said really won her heart.

Well then, I won't learn this in the future, and she can't learn it well either. These sad poems are really not suitable for her. The concubine Fang is too powerful, and she has been pretending for ten years.

She still likes to write poems about food, and it smells delicious when she listens to them, such as white goose roasted with beauty and pepper, brocade pheasant soup with fragrant soy sauce, and mandarin fish with peach blossoms and flowing water, crispy and oily noodles, freshly baked, I forgot the next sentence, I just remember the one or two sentences that are the most delicious. She has done all of these for Long Live Lord. This is what she learned.

She counted with her fingers what she had cooked according to the poem, and the emperor looked at her with a smile to count.

At the end of the calculation, she concluded: "Master, it's not hard to make food, the hard part is how to find the poems to eat, I've searched all the big poetry collections Mr. Zhang found, it's really hard to find, some places I really want to try my son's dishes, but the imperial dining room may not have local ingredients, so it's hard to get together."

The emperor thought she was very cute, and his heart was very soft, so he said gently: "Then you don't have to follow the poem, I love to eat whatever you make."

His little concubine is also interesting. Since the note was passed on, every time the meal was delivered, he insisted on writing a poem without repeating it. The poem described one of the dishes, and persisted for a long time.

He reckoned it was the same, no matter how many poems passed down from the predecessors, it would not be enough to keep doing this.

She must have rummaged through all the books she could, racking her brains, trying to figure out what to do, and she was at her wit's end, otherwise, how could she even serve pancakes with wild vegetables recently.

When he ate it, he still thought it was amazing. He had never eaten this kind of pancakes before, and it was the first time he ate the vegetable leaves on top. He knew what was going on when he saw the note. He asked the little eunuch who provided the meal, as expected, The wild vegetables on it were found by her in a remote place in the imperial garden according to the poem, and they were freshly picked. It was really hard for her.

Between the two, it's just a matter of love, knowing that each other cares about each other in their hearts, it's good to have me in you and you in me.

As long as it is written by his concubine, anything is fine, there is no need to stick to poetry, a straightforward sentence is fine, and the most important thing is that this matter cannot become a burden on her.

Lianhua's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and she couldn't help boasting: "Long live is so kind. But, I can ask Mrs. Fang to learn some more poems about eating. She knows a lot. I learned the poem about dancing from her just now. I think it's quite interesting, or I won't learn other poems in the future, and focus on eating poems first, and then I can pair them with the dishes after learning."

The corners of the emperor's eyes twitched, seeing her thinking again, thinking of the gesture Fang Concubine taught her when he entered the door, it really hurts his eyes.

You can learn something good from that woman, but don't learn that trashy behavior.

It's just that the words can't be said so bluntly, for fear of hitting her studious heart.

The emperor thought about it and said: "It's not necessary, what I like is your heart, not these poems."

"Ah? That's it, isn't it accompanied by poems, the meal is more delicious?" Lianhua couldn't help being stunned. If it wasn't like this, what was she trying so hard to do?

At the beginning, when she was studying poetry, she learned poems related to eating, so she made meals for the Long Live Lord. It was a whim, but later she thought that the combination of poetry and meals would make the Long Live Lord eat more delicious. Only then has it persisted.

Hearing what Long Live Lord said, why doesn't that mean it?

what……

The emperor's eyebrows twitched: "Who said this?"

No wonder, he said that his little concubine loves benefits so much, and he was really surprised that he could insist on insisting on her words for so long without giving up. It turned out that he finally understood why she persisted so much.

It's just that he feels sorry for his people, who misled his little concubine with such nonsense, it's hard for her for so long, if he knows, he will not forgive him lightly.

"Uh, well, let me think about it, who is here?" Lianhua began to recall: "Hmm... It seems that Manager Zhang said it, yes, it was Manager Zhang who said it."

She remembered that Mr. Zhang specifically told her that Long Live Lord used poetry with food incense. Hearing this, she also asked him to help her find a few more poetry collections, fearing that it would not be enough.

The emperor raised his eyebrows, and immediately called out: "Zhang Qing, come in."

The voice of "the servant is here" came from outside the door, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Lianhua reacted, oops, she is still sitting on the lap of the Long Live Lord, and hurriedly shouted: "Boss Zhang, wait a minute."

"Okay, Master Lian." Footsteps outside the door stopped immediately.

She hurriedly broke free, stood up and adjusted her robe, pretended to sit beside her, propped her head, as if she had been sitting beside her all the time, and said to the outside when she was ready, "Mr. Zhang, come in."

The emperor laughed in his heart, but the most urgent thing is to dispel her idea of ​​learning poetry from Fang Bin, and dispel her thoughts of embarrassing herself and racking her brains to worry about the poems she eats.

Zhang Qing was full of confidence at this time, hey, Nanny Qi came back quietly just now, he was not afraid, even if Master Lian asked him where Nanny Qi was, he was not afraid to go and see in person.

Lord Long Live is really wise and powerful. He was able to drag Master Lian in the side hall for so long, and successfully dragged it back to Nanny Qi.

(End of this chapter)