Don't help me, I can sit up by myself

"It must be because she entered the palace, knew the emperor's preferences, and studied hard for the sake of the emperor. People are most afraid of having goals. Once they have goals, they will make rapid progress. It's probably because of the emperor that Zhan Yan has made such progress. quick."

"Aiqing's words make sense." The emperor held Eucommia ulmoides' hand tightly: "Aiqing is a smart man. I asked you to supervise all officials, and you actually did it. It's just that you are an upright person. Some words, you Just tell me in private, or just give me a few words. Never express your feelings directly in front of the officials. You must know that haste makes waste. There is a method in everything, and there must be time."

Bosom friend.

The emperor actually knew him so well.

Eucommia was so moved that she almost shed tears: "Your Majesty has been so kind to me, and I and my daughter can only repay it by offering it to you strictly and serving you well. If you just say that there is something inappropriate in the palace, please ask the Emperor For my sake, please forgive me."

"Don't worry, she is more reliable than you."

Eucommia

The emperor was also a little embarrassed. He spoke too quickly, too quickly, and too abruptly. He quickly said in a roundabout way: "What I mean is that Du Changzai is smart, astute, practical and willing to do things. She is a righteous person and has a clear mind. She is really rare." She is a talented person. She is very good in the palace and serves her well. You don't have to worry about her."

Du Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The aroma of fried chicken is so tempting.

The emperor couldn't wait to eat fried chicken.

In other words, the emperor couldn't wait to see the person who delivered the fried chicken.

When Xuan came in and took a look, it was Erjo.

The emperor was a little disappointed and a little angry. He told that woman to come, but she couldn't resist?

But the foreign minister was here, and the emperor couldn't show it off. He looked at the fried chicken, and it was indeed brown and crispy. It smelled like it was freshly fried. The emperor's stomach growled: "Du Aiqing, I invite you to eat fried chicken together."

First, tear off a chicken thigh for the father-in-law, Eucommia ulmoides.

Eucommia ulmoides naturally shed tears of gratitude. In this life, she can eat chicken thighs torn by the emperor himself. Looking at the entire Chen Kingdom, how many people have such treatment? This is simply a great favor, and I have to praise my daughter Du Jiyan for her success. Since entering the palace, her status has risen. The emperor loves his family and friends, and even his father, a fifth-rank official, can be blessed.

Eucommia ulmoides followed the big chicken drumstick, with a proud face.

The emperor rummaged through the food box and asked Ertiao, "Where are the gifts? Didn't you say there would be gifts?"

Ertiao pointed at the purple onion: "Master said, this is a gift fruit."

The emperor thought to himself that you are fooling fools.

What fruits are there in Chen Guo that an emperor like him can’t tell apart?

When did purple onions become a fruit?

Not to mention that this fruit is spicy to the eyes, it is really perfunctory.

If you don't want to give a gift, don't give it. Give me a purple onion. Who are you bullying?

Not only is it stingy, it's also irritating.

Is it okay to deal with customers when delivering food the day before?

The emperor held the fist-sized purple onion and asked Du Zhong seriously: "Du Aiqing, in your house, do you call this purple onion a fruit?"

"Ah, this -" Eucommia scolded her daughter for what she was doing. This purple onion was also an onion at home. It was used for cooking. She had never called it a fruit.

For fear that the emperor would be angry, Eucommia ulmoides did not dare to stay too long, and the fried chicken in his hand no longer tasted good: "Your Majesty, I have something to do at home."

"You go back."

Eucommia ulmoides got up and ran out of the palace.

The emperor frowned and looked at the onion. It was just an ordinary purple-skinned onion. When the skin was torn open, well, it was very irritating to the eyes.

The emperor's eyes were red and he almost shed tears.

Gao Rang hurried forward holding the handkerchief and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, Du Changzai can't come. Maybe there is a reason. Your Majesty, don't be sad."

"I'm smoked by onions, hurry up and bring me a basin of water."

Gao Rang hurriedly brought a basin of warm water, thinking that Du Changzai was so courageous that he dared to give the emperor an onion as a fruit and smoked the emperor to tears. While gently wiping the emperor's eyes, he placed the onion eight feet away.

The emperor was sobbing so hard that he felt a spicy taste running down his nose and reaching his Tianling Gai.

It's actually more poisonous than chili peppers.

"Nijo, what does your master mean by using onions as gifts?" The emperor snorted: "This is clearly contempt for me."

"Your Majesty, you are wronged." Erjo kowtowed quickly: "I heard from my master, fruits like onions——"

"Onions are not fruits, do you think I am a fool?"

"Your Majesty, my master means that this kind of purple onion smells bad——"

"It doesn't taste very good either." The emperor was even more angry.

"Your Majesty, what do you want me to say, this kind of purple onion?"

"What's it rich in?" The emperor held on to the fried chicken and listened to the second thread.

Du Jiyan said what it was rich in, but Er Tiao couldn't remember it. It seemed a bit long. He could only try his best to describe what Du Jiyan meant: "Master said, what is this onion rich in? It can promote birth."

"Alive?" Monk Zhang Er, the emperor, was confused.

What happened?

Nijo patted his chest: "Master is talking about life, but my slave has a bad memory and cannot remember everything."

Gao Rang coughed twice, shook the duster, and pretended to drive away mosquitoes.

How many meanings does the word "生" have in the harem?

Isn't the meaning obvious enough?

Even the eunuchs understood it.

The emperor patted his forehead and suddenly smiled, his deep eyes full of pride: "You are still playing riddles with me. I read more books than she eats salt. Isn't it just that you want to give me a child? What's wrong with that?" It's a shame to say it. I understand what she means. She means that eating these purple onions will make it easier to have children."

Nijo was confused, did his master mean this?

Do you understand it correctly? Did the emperor understand it correctly?

Gao Rang chuckled: "Having said that, it's just that this purple onion is hard to swallow."

"You are just superficial, right? As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease. For that reason, what does it matter if you eat a few purple onions?"

Gao Rang nodded quickly, the emperor had literary talent, and what he said made sense by citing scriptures.

"Here are the purple onions. Bring them over to me to eat. I can't let down Du Changzai's heart."

Gao Rang went to the nook and cranny to find the onion and peeled it open himself.

Yep.

It tastes really strong.

Gao Rang's tears were so heavy that he couldn't wipe them away with a handkerchief.

The emperor obviously got a headache. He picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it twice and then twice. He couldn't chew it anymore. It was too irritating.

I didn’t expect that a small purple onion could have so much energy.

The entire Taihe Palace cannot stay.

The fragrance of avocado burns for twelve hours a day, but it can't compare to this onion.

No one on the screen, on the shelf, on the wall, or on the potted plant under the window can escape the fate of being influenced.

The emperor looked up to the sky and took a deep breath, then peeled off a piece of onion and handed it to Gao Rang: "Try it."

Gao Rang quickly refused: "The slave is a eunuch and cannot have children. It is a waste to eat this food."

"Obviously you don't want to eat it." The emperor shed tears.

Gao Rang chuckled secretly: "Your Majesty, even if this purple onion can help with fertility, it is too painful to eat. Why not let the imperial kitchen use it to make soup or stir-fry vegetables? Maybe it would be better?"

The emperor threw the onions into Gao Rang's arms: "I didn't tell you earlier."

The emperor cleaned his face, played with the crispy fried chicken and said to Nijo: "Why don't your master come and deliver it in person? Are you shy and don't dare to say something in front of me?"

Nijo was confused: "The master said that there is a lot of work in the small kitchen, so she has to watch it."

"is it?"

"Yes."

Nijo can't lie.

The emperor was a little disappointed. Alas, this woman is really addicted to business.

If the emperor summons other women to the Taihe Palace, within an hour, at least seventy or eighty will come, but this woman refuses?

It was probably because he wanted to reject this move again.

Remembering that Erjo had been slapped in the Changle Palace, the emperor asked him, "Does your master know?"

"Go back to the emperor, I understand."

"Did she pay you for your cover?"

"Give it."

"Well, your master is a good master. I know that you have been wronged, so I might as well give you some money to subsidize you. After all, she is the concubine of Changle Palace, and your master cannot afford to offend her. She is the permanent one. , it’s far worse.”

"My master said that Changle Palace will be blacklisted for a month."

Blocked for a month?

The emperor frowned: "Where can we drag Changle Palace to? Changle Palace won't move. It will be in vain to drag it until dark."

"My master means to blacklist Changle Palace for a month and not accept any orders from Changle Palace during this month."

Yo.

The emperor sighed secretly.

This Du Jiyan is somewhat ambitious.

Changle Palace offended her minions. She dared to shame Changle Palace and refused to let Changle Palace order food.

He is somewhat temperamental.

There are many women with temper in the palace, but not many can have temper for their own servants.

Du Jianyan counts as one.

The emperor wrote a note and handed it to Ertiao: "Take it back to your master. This is the dish I ordered. It will be delivered to me at this time. Don't worry."

Gao Rang took a round fan and fanned Taihe Gongli again. After a while, the smell of onions disappeared. Gao Rang added some avocado fragrance, spread the avocado fragrance evenly with a golden fork, covered the copper lid, and gently gave it to the emperor. Beating his back: "Your Majesty, your fried chicken is cold."

"I'm not hungry. I'll reward you." The emperor leaned on the desk, holding the leaves of a pot of orchids, and then arranged the leaves into a "du" character: "I want to save some food for dinner at night."

"What did the emperor order just now? It must be a good meal. Save it for dinner."

The emperor didn't answer, he just smiled.

Du Jiyan wrote down calculations in Yongfu Hall. One account recorded the daily income, and the other account recorded the daily expenses.

Both accounts are very thick, and the fine writing on them is not correct, but the records are still clear.

Shi Jing turned over with his arms around the brocade quilt. Before she fell asleep, Du Jiyan was keeping accounts. When she woke up, Du Jiyan was still keeping accounts.

It seems that this account is quite thick.

Er Tiao came back from delivering the meal and gave the note to Du Jiyan.

Du Jiyan concentrated on settling accounts and did not open it.

Shi Jing heard that the emperor ordered this dish to be delivered at Haishi, which is from nine to eleven o'clock at night. At this time, all the palaces had signed their keys and almost everyone was asleep.

Your Majesty, this is a late night snack.

Wanting to see what he wanted to eat, Shi Jing opened the note and found the words "Du Jiyan" written on it.

The three characters are written with flying dragons and phoenixes, which is extremely crazy.

Shi Jing curled his lips, stared at the words on the note and sighed: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Are the words written by the emperor hot?" Du Jiyan held the brush.

"It doesn't burn your mouth."

"Then what are you tutting?"

"I don't know what I'm talking about, I'm illiterate." Shi Jing put the note into Du Jiyan's hand: "I'm illiterate, and I'm not as talented as you. Look at what the emperor ordered."

Du Jianyan's three words came into view.

At first, he thought it was the emperor's joke, but after he figured it out, Du Jiyan's face turned red.

Shi Jing sat nearby and looked at her embarrassment, and laughed.

It was almost Haishi, and Shi Jing pressed Du Jiyan in front of the bronze mirror.

"It's time to go to the Taihe Palace. Why haven't you dressed up yet? You've been busy in the kitchen for a long time. You should change your clothes and comb your hair carefully. I have a pair of pearl earrings that are in excellent condition. You can wear them. The most flattering look on your face."

Although Shi Jing did not know much about literacy, in terms of aesthetics, Shi Jing grew up in fine clothes and fine food, and the basic equipment was fine clothes and beautiful ornaments.

Under her dress, Du Jiyan wore a water-red waist-cut Shu brocade robe, a white jade banbu tied at the waist, a pomegranate red brocade cloak, a high bun, a white jade carved pomegranate flower hairpin, and another in the back of her hair. A plump dark red velvet flower and pearl earrings emit a faint light at night. This light that is not dazzling shines on the face, making Du Jiyan's skin white and tender, adding a mysterious and dark beauty.

It's also a jingle ring.

The Earth Dragon is burning in the Palace of Taihe.

The emperor is still writing furiously.

The daily notes are like endless homework.

Approval of one or two copies.

In the warm east hall, the emperor stretched and took a sip of the tea on the table. It felt a little cold.

The memorial that was spread out was written from the frontier.

Cui Zhen, the younger son of Cui Yi, the fourth-grade Qin Heavenly Supervisor Lingtai Lang, and Du Jiyan's cousin, wrote again.

"Your Majesty, how are you doing in the capital? I heard that it's snowing in the capital. The snow is so thick that you can't walk through it. It's also snowing on the border, which is half a man deep. Seven horses froze to death in the military camp. Your Majesty, please be well. "

This Cui Zhen asked him to learn his skills from the King of Yue and deliver letters to the palace every three days.

It is said that Cui Zhen was good in martial arts and had some brute force, but in terms of literary talent, as can be seen from the memorials, he was indeed quite lacking.

The emperor used a cinnabar pen to approve him with four words: "I understand."

I don’t want to write one more word.

Du Jiyan came in the middle of the night, and the corners of his robe were wet. Hearing that the emperor was working at his desk, he didn't bother him and knelt in the corridor obediently.

When the golden bell of the Palace of Supreme Harmony rang ten times, the emperor stretched his waist. The jade belt around his waist was so heavy that it hurt his waist. He took off the jade belt and crossed it loosely. The emperor rubbed his wrists and walked out from behind the long case.

Gao Rang had already brought the ginseng tea.

Warm tea is full of moisture.

The earth dragon is very hot and the charcoal fire is burning. The whole Palace of Supreme Harmony is as warm as spring.

The emperor's thin robe also felt stuffy, and he couldn't help but loosen the collar of his robe again, exposing his undulating neck.

The young man has a loose and unruly beauty.

The emperor's eyes were misty: "What time is it?"

"It's Hai time."

"Still not here?"

"Here you come, stay with me outside. I don't dare to disturb the emperor's review of the memorial."

"Confused." The emperor lifted the curtain and left the east hall. The outside of Nuo Da's hall was empty. Du Jiyan followed the rules and knelt in the shadow of the lamp, looking very thin.

A gust of wind blew the lanterns on the porch swaying.

The wind and snow rushed towards his face along more than a dozen steps, and the emperor, who was wearing thin clothes and with his collar open, was hit all over his face by the wind and snow. He felt the cold air falling into his arms like an ice knife.