What to do with a full-scale life

Brother Zhang is of course impossible to be let go. He was stuck in the palace, and he was given a private room. He doesn’t know what to do now. He thinks he is dead enough, but the other side won’t kill him. From his experience, if he committed suicide, he could only go back to the morning before the suicide, and he could only get out of this spiritual copy by being killed by someone or by natural death.

Moreover, in the dungeon set by Ms. Jin this time, Brother Zhang retains his memory but has no ability at all, but this mode is not new to Brother Zhang, it is just like the current route where you can follow the plot without any effort , it was his first experience.

Read as open world, write as linear copy.

Brother Zhang’s habit for many years is to get up early in the morning. When he got up, the rooster didn’t crow. If he wanted to go out for a walk, he would not let him go, so he could only be bored in this small room. Come and practice calligraphy there.

It wasn't until the three big sheets of rice paper were written that the big eunuch just walked over at this moment. He originally planned to torment this idiot early in the morning, but who knew that when he opened the door, he found that this idiot was so early. Just got up, and was sitting there practicing calligraphy.

"You idiot, the officials called you to prepare breakfast."

Brother Zhang snorted, "Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Silly!"

The eunuch was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he turned his head and walked away. Halfway through, he turned around and said: "Don't delay the official family's morning court within an hour."

Brother Zhang didn't talk nonsense. He put the towel on his shoulders and got out of the curtain as soon as he lowered his head. The eunuch looked at his back in amazement. His eyes were so vicious. He's a fool, but when he walks out from behind, he's even more of a prince than the prince, even...

You can't say unreasonable things, you can't even have thoughts, but that feeling is very strong. The back of this idiot looks like he saw the official's appearance when he was young, and even...has that style more than the official's.

But he didn't dare to tell anyone this kind of thing, even if he had served the official family since he was a child, he would inevitably be harshly criticized for saying this kind of thing.

"That idiot got up so early?"

"Back to the official's house, when the servants arrive, he will already be writing, and the quilts on the bed will be neatly folded. The room is fresh and bright, and he is a decent person."

Zhao Zhen stroked his beard and raised his eyes slightly: "Show me what he wrote."

"This is taken for the official."

When Brother Zhang's calligraphy practice copybook was placed in front of Zhao Zhen, the first one was Marshal Yue's Man Jianghong. Seeing the words and sentences on it, Zhao Zhen couldn't help but sighed for a while, and then put the copybook away, and the second Zhang's third sheet is the Lanting Preface and Tengwang Pavilion Preface respectively in Yan Ti regular script.

Looking at the word, Zhao Zhen was amazed: "Look, Zou Shichen's handwriting is comparable to his?"

"Slaves don't understand this either..."

"You, you are unwilling to offend anyone in this life. If you want me to see, Zou Shichen's handwriting is not as good as his. Who would have thought that the person who wrote such good handwriting would be an idiot. What a joke."

"What the officials said is very true, but this idiot is a good cook. Isn't it said that the gentleman stays away from the kitchen? It seems that this idiot is not a gentleman."

Zhao Zhen was amused by the eunuch's words and laughed: "The words of Confucius and Mencius are so weird when they come into your mouth. If Bao Heizi hears them, the spittle star will spray you all over the face."

Speaking of this, Zhao Zhen suddenly sighed: "Heizi has been gone for ten years."

At this time, the servants outside came in to announce: "Princess Baoshou will meet you outside the door."

As soon as Princess Le'an's name was mentioned, Zhao Zhen immediately stood up, walked to the door a few steps, opened the door and saw his sickly daughter standing there supported by the maid.

"Father...my daughter has come to greet you."

"Oh, how can you walk around on the ground, hurry up, go into the house and lie down."

Zhao Zhen didn't look like an emperor at the moment, so he hurriedly welcomed his daughter into the room, and let her lean on the long couch where the ministers were discussing matters, even though there were no rules.

"You child, how can you run around? What can you do if you are caught in the wind and cold?"

Princess Baoshou smiled sweetly: "Father is worrying too much, the child is bored in the room these days, so he should go away."

Seeing that his daughter who was about to die a few days ago was able to come out by herself, Zhao Zhen was really full of joy and joy. He kept asking the doctor about his health and even called the imperial doctor to take Zhao Rong's pulse. Tsk tut was amazed, saying that Her Royal Highness's energy and blood had passed, and although she was still a little weak, her life was no longer in danger.

At this moment, the big eunuch outside came with breakfast, not many dishes but a lot of portion, the big eunuch bowed and said: "That idiot said that the small jar contains sliced ​​garlic and ginger soaked in soy sauce, It can be taken as an accompaniment."

Zhao Zhen felt a little hungry when he saw the things on the table, so he invited his daughter to have breakfast.

Today's breakfast is relatively homely, a big bowl of pumpkin porridge, the pumpkin is soft and rotten, and it is not uncommon to go with thick porridge, but it is very fresh and delicious.There are also hair cakes made of honey, sesame, rice and millet, decorated with red dates. The finished product is golden in color, with fine holes like needles. It smells delicious, sweet but not greasy, waxy but not sticky. .

Then there was a strange dish, the eunuch said that the idiot said it was pudding, and it was for the princess.

"How do you make this?" Zhao Rong asked while holding the burnt pudding in her hand, "Why is it so cute?"

"Going back to Your Highness, when the maidservant went, it happened that the idiot took this thing out of the stove, and I didn't see how he made it, but I just smelled it and thought it was sweet and fragrant."

In addition to pudding, there are egg tarts and a plate of tonkatsu.

Song people generally don’t eat meat, because pigs are not castrated, and the smell is fishy and dry. But the pork used by Brother Zhang is four-month-old piglets, served with flour and egg liquid, and it looks golden on both sides. Crying.

Afterwards, Brother Zhang also made a bowl of eel soup. The tender eel shreds inside were smooth and delicious.

After a meal, Zhao Zhen was amazed: "That idiot is really strange. If you ask people to eat some meat for breakfast, you won't be afraid of losing your appetite."

At this moment, Princess Zhao Rong just finished eating, she felt strange yesterday, the meal yesterday was nothing special, but it tasted very appetizing, a bowl of thick soup mixed with rice hululu after eating, although extremely Unrefined but extremely comfortable, and the combination of the hot and sour soup with the horribly spicy side dishes wiped away her current malaise.

So when I heard Father yelling at each other, I became curious: "Father, who is that fool you are talking about?"

Zhao Zhen let out a groan, and smiled and recounted how he met that idiot yesterday: "It's really a pity for this idiot. Cooking a meal that satisfies you, but when you speak in anger, it is a kind of limelight, and a word can make you angry."

Hearing such an interesting story, Zhao Rong giggled loudly: "Is there such a strange person? I would like to meet him and ask him how he was able to cure my illness in a wrong way."

"Go, call that idiot here."

Zhao Zhen gave instructions, and when only the father and daughter were left in the room, he took out the three copybooks for practicing calligraphy and placed them in front of Zhao Rong: "Come and see, Rong'er, you can see it with such a literary style." I am full of passion, but unfortunately... oh..."

"Zhi Zhi eats the meat of the barbarians hungry, and laughs and talks about thirsting for the blood of the Huns..." After Zhao Rong read a few words, she couldn't help sighing, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

But when she saw the Preface to the Lanting Pavilion and the Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion written by Brother Zhang, her eyes lit up again: "Father, this word looks like it was written by someone who has practiced for 30 or [-] years. The slave book has its own style of writing. It is really a good handwriting, how old is this idiot father?"

"Well, I'm a little older than you, a boy of eighteen or nineteen."

"Eighteen or nineteen..." Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, and then she giggled and said, "That's really a strange person. If he were to be replaced by an ordinary eighteen or nineteen boy, he might not dare to look up when he sees the father, right?" , but he can talk nonsense."

"Not afraid of death." Zhao Zhen also laughed, shook his head and said: "If he is not a fool, he is really a good match for you, Rong'er."

Zhao Zhen likes this little daughter, not only because she is the youngest child, and she is old enough to be a child.It is because this daughter has been gifted, intelligent and considerate since she was a child. Other children are respectful when they see him, but this child is born with no sense of alienation. Zhao Zhen is the most relaxed and comfortable when getting along with her. The old father became easy-going when he talked.

"Father... You are talking about this again, I don't want to marry." Zhao Rong said coquettishly: "But I want to see if the fool who can make Father so happy is really a superhuman."

"Okay, he'll be here later."

After a while, the eunuch brought Brother Zhang in, and the first time Brother Zhang came in, he saw Zhao Rong, and this was Zhao Rong, it was clearly his Miss Jin, but she was much younger, sixteen At the age of seven, although he is equally noble, he lacks the calmness and solemnity of Miss Jin, and is more delicate and cute.

But the moment he saw the princess, Brother Zhang understood in his heart that Miss Jin's setting turned out to be like this, she herself has no ability and no memory, while Brother Zhang has memory but no ability.

In other words, it is a new wine in an old bottle where the prince saves the princess.

"Hey... Hey! Where are your eyes looking!" The eunuch pushed Brother Zhang: "You bastard, you don't even salute when you see officials and princesses, what are you staring at?"

Brother Zhang said oh, and hugged Zhao Zhen and the princess: "Hello."

"Look, I said it was a fool."

Zhao Zhen wasn't angry at all, he just turned his head and said to his daughter, "Look at that stupid look."

However, Zhao Rong looked at Brother Zhang with great interest: "Father said you are a fool, but how do you know how to cure my illness?"

Brother Zhang snorted: "I asked the eunuchs in the kitchen, and they said that you were like this after you moved from the north. I think it should be because of your irregular diet, climate discomfort, and mental stress on the way here." If you don’t eat anything, you will no longer be excited when “seeing” food, the secretion of digestive juice will decrease, the gastrointestinal peristalsis will slow down, and you will no longer feel hungry when facing food, but feel disgusted and want to vomit from your heart. In this case, you are likely to be accompanied by constipation, so yesterday I made you a lot of spicy dishes. There are no spicy dishes in your eating habits, and your stomach will move quickly if you don’t adapt and diarrhea, which can relieve constipation to a large extent, and the spicy and high-fiber food can reactivate the stomach, but this is because you have not been anorexic for a long time, and you have no organic disease, otherwise you will really die dropped."

He said a lot of nonsense, what kind of psychology and what kind of diarrhea. Although they couldn't understand many words, they didn't sound like good words.

Zhao Zhen frowned. He originally planned to eat another bowl of pumpkin porridge, but now that he has it, he should not eat it himself after hearing what he said.

On the other hand, Zhao Rong looked curiously at this young man who was eight feet tall, handsome and bookish, and asked in surprise: "You still understand pathology? I heard from my father that you are just a scholar."

"There is no cooking test in the imperial examination."

Sure enough, this guy is just like what Father Huang said, that is, if he doesn't agree with him, he will get angry. Zhao Rong looked at him with his chin propped up, and said with a smile: "So, I still have to thank you for your life-saving grace." huh?"

"You don't have to thank me, I have already eaten you several times." Brother Zhang was a little helpless when he spoke: "I can only eat some steamed buns outside, but they are actually not delicious."

Zhao Rong laughed so hard at that time, she was already weak, but now she almost lost her breath with a smile, Zhao Zhen hurriedly shouted: "You idiot! If you make me Rong'er make any mistakes, I will never forgive her you."

"Father calm down." Zhao Rong struggled to sit up and looked at Brother Zhang: "So you actually want to enter the palace to be a son-in-law, right?"

"Actually, I was really hungry yesterday, so I planned to write a self-recommendation letter to sell my appearance, but halfway through writing, I felt that I couldn't save my face, so I threw the self-recommendation letter away, and then planned to go to which restaurant Find a cook to do the job, but he was caught within two steps." Brother Zhang said honestly: "Then I will come and cook two meals for you."

Zhao Zhen and Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing at his silly words, and even the eunuch next to him covered his mouth and laughed secretly.

At this time, Zhao Zhen took out the copybook full of Jianghong: "You wrote this poem?"

"I wrote it, but I'm not the original author." Brother Zhang replied honestly: "I wrote the author's signature on it."

"Yue Fei? Who is it?"

"Yes..." Brother Zhang got stuck all of a sudden, and he didn't know how to explain it to Zhao Zhen. If he said it from the beginning, let this emperor, who was still working hard but had limited ability, know that their old Zhao family and Da Song would be together in the future. I'm afraid he won't survive until 03:30 in the afternoon.