The Virtuous Concubine of the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 87 Yinti Has Changed (3)

The emperor was silent for a while, as if thinking about the day a month ago, after checking the time, he slightly lowered his eyes and nodded, "I see."

After that, the emperor picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip slowly, did not speak again, and did not go to see Ma Changzai again.The emperor's reaction undoubtedly caused everyone to look at each other in blank dismay. Xu Shimachang had given birth many times, and the emperor was no longer in the mood of surprise. The big guy lowered his head tactfully, and did not make a sound.

Ma Changzai also slowly sat back in his original position, and seeing the emperor's reaction, his smile also dissipated.However, she still caressed her stomach, and there was a gleam of firmness in her eyes. Anyway, in this harem, as long as there are children, they are not afraid of losing their status. This is the confidence and foundation.

After a long time, the emperor drank a lot of wine, but he was still not drunk. He seemed to suddenly think of something, looked at Concubine Yi below, and said softly: "Today is Concubine Yi's birthday, I specially asked the people in the imperial dining room to prepare a lot of wine. Concubine Yi's favorite dishes, let someone deliver them now."

"Yes." Liang Jiugong responded lightly, and then clapped his hands outside. Soon, a group of eunuchs came in with their plates in their hands.

Standing beside Concubine Yi, Jiaorong glanced at the dishes presented, her gaze sank slightly, and she carefully looked at each dish here, for fear that something might have gone wrong the last time the emperor went to Chengqian Palace to enjoy dim sum.

These dishes were said to be Concubine Yi's favorite, but in fact most of them were delicacies from mountains and seas that she didn't usually eat, and they were made with the best ingredients in the palace. The emperor's love for Concubine Yi was beyond words.

But Concubine Yi likes light and sweet food on weekdays, looking at these dishes, she really couldn't arouse her interest.Jiao Rong looked at the dishes that were put on the table, and was also a little unhappy.

But if the emperor really picked Concubine Yi's favorite dish as he said, there should be a sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root. Everyone in the palace knows that Concubine Yi likes sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root. Promise that he had poisoned it before, and he also specially picked it from the sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root.

It can be seen that the emperor is not really serious about rewarding, but just showing a look of favor in vain.Thinking of this, Jiaorong's expression became more and more ugly, she stared at the emperor coldly, feeling dissatisfied for Concubine Yi.

After all the dishes were served, Jiaorong curled her lips, the unhappiness clearly written on her face.Feeling the low air pressure around her, Yizhu couldn't help approaching Jiaorong and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing this, Jiaorong glanced at Yizhu, then shook her head slightly, "It's nothing."

As she said that, Jiaorong patted Yizhu's shoulder, and said, "I'll go out for a while, and you can try to poison your mother."

Before Yi Zhu could react, Jiao Rong turned around and left the main hall.The emperor sitting on the high hall also noticed this, slightly raised the corners of his brows, tilted his head backwards, and said to Liang Jiugong: "Go and see."

Liang Jiugong took a few steps closer to the emperor. After hearing these words, he didn't react for a while. He raised his eyes to look at the exit of the palace gate. Seeing Jiao Rong's back in the cold wind, he answered clearly: "Yes."

Jiaorong came out of Chengqian Palace and began to trot all the way, and there were waves of running noises in the corridor at night. It was very obvious that Liang Jiugong had to chase after him, but he couldn't make a sound, and it took a lot of effort.

Finally, Jiaorong stopped in the imperial dining room. Liang Jiugong saw Jiaorong stepping into the threshold of the imperial dining room from behind, he couldn't help but stop, and raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

Many of the dishes served today are royal dishes, so it is not necessary to know that the emperor took such painstaking efforts that Ersen must be in charge.Jiaorong was in a hurry at the moment, she ran into the imperial dining room and shouted loudly: "Mafa!"

Hearing this, several imperial chefs who were chatting in the dining room stopped talking, and looked in the direction of Jiaorong suspiciously. Ersen stopped the kitchen knife in his hand, straightened up and looked at Jiaorong with his head tilted, a little puzzled "Rong'er? Isn't it the concubine Yi's birthday party tonight? Why did you come to the imperial dining room?"

Regarding this, Jiaorong didn't say anything, but went straight to Ersen.Seeing this, the other imperial chefs gave way to Jiaorong, and retreated one after another under Jiaorong's eyes, and Jiaorong also nodded to them in thanks.

Afterwards, Jiaorong snatched the kitchen knife from Ersen's hand, and said with a serious face, "I want to cook."

Hearing this, Ersen looked blank, thinking that his ears could not hear clearly because he was old, so he frowned and asked back: "What?"

Jiaorong looked away, rummaged through the vegetable basket on the table, and then took out a whole lotus root, and muttered angrily: "The emperor claims to have cooked many dishes that Concubine Yi usually likes for Empress Yi today. It's a true feeling, but I don't even have the sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root that my mother usually likes, it's really hypocritical."

Hearing this, Er Sen's eyes widened, he quickly went up to grab Jiaorong's arm, and said eagerly: "Oh, my good granddaughter, you can't say that, insulting the emperor is a serious crime!"

Jiao Rong raised her hand, and the sharp kitchen knife almost scratched Er Sen's body. She looked displeased, and said casually: "If he has the ability, he will take off my head. The emperor doesn't know if he is caught every day." What do you mean, don't pay any attention to our empress, but stare at me every day, I want to scold him a long time ago."

Seeing Jiao Rong getting more and more angry, Er Sen hurriedly became a peacemaker: "Oh, you can stop talking, my little ancestor, let's cook first, cook. What do you want to do? Let Mafa come."

Who knows, just as Er Sen was about to approach again, Jiao Rong raised the hand holding the kitchen knife again, and said righteously: "No need! I want to do it myself! I want the emperor to take a good look at it. Just me, a maid, is better than me." As a husband, he will put his mind to it!"

For this, Er Sen looked helpless, and his complexion became very complicated: "You haven't even touched the spatula at home since you were a child, how can you cook? If the imperial dining room is ordered by then, the emperor will definitely blame it of."

Hearing this, Jiaorong curled her lips, rolled her eyes slightly, and didn't take it seriously: "What are you afraid of, I'm not Fulu, my daughter is so careful in doing things, can I do worse than him?"

"That's definitely not possible." Ersen took the words subconsciously, and said without any hesitation: "Indeed, there will be no one who can't cook better than that brat."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Jiaorong snorted softly, raised the kitchen knife and chopped it to the middle of the lotus root, where the sharp kitchen knife just got stuck.Ersen on the side looked at this picture, swallowed slightly, and his cheeks trembled.

I seem to have seen this picture somewhere.

Oh yes, when Fulu came to the imperial dining room to chop carrots for the first time, Jiaorong's knife skills at this moment were almost exactly the same as his.

　I want a monthly ticket and a recommended ticket (〃〃)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)