The rise of the prince

Chapter 66 Holy Grace
He Qian really had a purpose after doing this for a long time, originally he wanted to hear his story about being proud and proud.

The little girl was blunt: "As long as you finish telling me the story, you can tell me whatever benefits you want."

"Um, can our affairs be written off forever?"

"no!"

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"Forget it, anyway, I'm fine, and I don't need any benefits from you, just warm the wine for me." I have to say that Master Jin Yong's story is really attractive, Li Ye told her when he was free, and it was just as coaxing A child, although his identity is actually a child.

In this way, Li Ye told her stories, and the little girl was in charge of warming and pouring the wine, and time passed by in the warm third floor.

It wasn't until more than an hour later that someone came up and told Li Ye that he had bought what he wanted, and the little girl reluctantly came back from the world in the story.

"I'm going to cook. I'll tell you when I have time." Li Ye stood up and said.

"Do you know how to cook? Don't lie to others. If you don't want to tell me a story, just tell me. I won't force you."

Li Ye spread his hands: "Believe it or not." He Qian still had a look of disbelief: "I want to see it too."

"Are you really going? Isn't it true that children from rich families are taught to stay away from the kitchen?" He asked curiously. The little girl's reaction was in stark contrast to that of Degong and Gillian.

"That's the old stubborn saying, I'm not afraid of what to eat if I don't cook."

From this point alone, Li Ye actually likes this little girl: "Then let's go."

An hour later, the delicious dishes were placed in the kitchen, and everyone in the kitchen was shocked from ear to ear.Li Ye made three dishes in total, Dongpo pork, braised pork, and stewed pork head meat. In fact, there was already braised pork, and Li Ye just improved the recipe further.

The chefs of Yan Cooking and Ting Yulou still can't come back to their senses, especially after tasting the taste, now Shizi has become an omnipotent god in their eyes. Can be so delicious!This is inferior pork. After being prepared by Shizi, it has become such a delicious pork in no time!

"Memorize all the methods. Practice more. If you don't understand, you can ask me." Li Ye explained some points that need attention. Several chefs nodded like elementary school students, and then asked people to share some. Send it to the third floor.

There were more than three dishes on the table, and a few side dishes and a jug of good wine were added: "It's a rare time for me to treat you, and you can go back after eating in the afternoon."

Sitting across the table was of course He Qian. The little girl was still in shock and didn't recover. She picked up the chopsticks and tasted the things on the table again to confirm that the taste was not a hallucination.

"Where did you learn these dishes, bastard?" The little girl bit her chopsticks, unable to believe what she had seen and heard today.

"Can you stop calling me an asshole?"

"You can call me whatever you like!"

"Then I don't want to tell you a story, so I won't tell it."

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"Hmph, it's no big deal if you don't bark."

Li Ye smiled, and it is also a lot of fun to fight wits and courage with the little girl: "I am self-taught, I don't like poetry and poetry, but I like cooking, so I will naturally learn after studying for a long time."

He Qian seemed to believe this explanation, nodded and said: "It seems that you, a bastard, are not worthless, you also have some talent."

Li Ye was taken aback by what she said, and asked her curiously: "Don't you despise cooks? Last time I told Degong he despised me, and he said he didn't want to learn poetry, song, Fuqin Chess, calligraphy and painting have to learn how to cook."

"What's wrong with the cook? What do you eat without a cook? My father said that as long as the ability to accomplish one thing is a talent, can poetry, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting make the world full?" He Qian said while talking. He said, the chopsticks didn't stop at all, and it seemed that it was really delicious: "This is obviously pork, my cook is not as good as you."

"I'm full, you continue to tell me stories!"

Li Ye looked at the empty plate on the table, and looked at the little girl amusedly, she quickly avoided looking, who made that food so delicious
"Are you going to the Meiyuan Poetry Club?" Li Ye didn't answer directly, but asked.

He Qian nodded: "Why are you asking this? Could it be that you are going too? Can you compose poems and lyrics? Don't make yourself ashamed." She still didn't miss any chance to ridicule him.

"Could it be that you will?" Li Ye asked with a smile, the little girl blushed all of a sudden, and couldn't answer. It is also rare in Kyoto.

"Don't be shy, I won't either." Li Ye comforted: "We are suffering from the same disease. How embarrassing it will be to listen to their poems and lyrics in Meiyuan, right? I'll tell you the rest of the story at that time , so we won't be embarrassed anymore."

He Qian glanced at him in surprise, this bastard. She and Sister Gillian are good friends, she will definitely go.

But just as the bastard said, she only likes to dance with knives and sticks. Although she is somewhat yearning for the stories of talented scholars and beautiful ladies, after all, every girl can do it, but at that time, she can't understand what others say, and can't intervene. In the morning, she was alone among the crowds coming and going, and there were always people looking at her strangely, feeling both wronged and uncomfortable, so embarrassed that she couldn't sit still.

"Are you serious?"

Li Ye nodded sincerely: "Well, if you think about it, we are all embarrassed. If two awkward people have something to say, it will not be embarrassing." After all, it is impossible for him to go there to blow the cold wind all day.

"Hmph, seeing the sincerity of what you said, Miss Ben will reluctantly agree to you, and then I will come to the palace to invite you." He Qian pretended to be reluctant and said.

Li Ye couldn't see through the girl's little thoughts, and pretended to accept her affection, he laughed and said, "Okay, then thank you Miss He."

"Why are you laughing?" She said hastily raised her sword and a stack of notices and was about to leave. When she reached the stairs, she stopped slowly and said back, "You still have some advantages."

After talking, I went downstairs
In the prime minister's mansion, Mr. Ming De is sitting in the study room, holding a piece of letter paper in his hand. The letter was sent by the father-in-law of the palace. At the end, there is an imperial brush and Zhu painting. It was drawn up by the emperor himself, but he did not go to the Ministry of Education and the Secretary of Fengbu. , this is not an imperial decree, it is only a private letter, but even such a weight is not to be underestimated.

It is clearly stated above that the queen misses her children and grandchildren, and wants to borrow a poem to go out of the palace and meet Xiao Wang's son Li Xingzhou in the plum garden, so that she must invite the son.It was precisely because of this that he condescended to go to Prince Xiao's mansion to invite that kid.

The boy said that as long as it drags on, the emperor will forget about him, and there is no need to worry about the future, and his marriage with A-Jiao can also be settled.But now it seems that the emperor is thinking about it. Even the matter of him beating and sentencing Chen Yu to the Imperial Academy in Tokyo was prevaricated by the emperor. Others thought it was a Liao crime and the situation was too urgent to take care of it. But what if the emperor really wanted to protect him?
I'm afraid even if the crown prince commits a crime, something big will happen. Yue Weng is a third-rank official, and the world is full of peaches and plums, but that kid just reprimanded him.

It seems that the emperor and the empress have been watching him all the time, and the marriage with Gillian reminded him of the Wang family more than once, and it might be difficult to evade.

Mr. Mingde held the fragrant tea in his hand and sighed, he didn't know whether it was good or bad for the Wang family.
(End of this chapter)