Zhao Fujin, the Emperor who brought disaster to the country

Chapter 7
"Meet daddy." Zhao Fujin entered the pavilion, bowed and saluted Zhao Ji to say hello.

Zhao Ji was naturally in a great mood when he saw his pleasing daughter: "I just saw Wu Lang of the Cai family? How do you feel?"

what?
How can any father in this world be so unsubtle?

Zhao Fujin hesitated for a moment, feeling that the "cai tiao" was quite eye-catching, and if he really wanted to marry, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

"How can a daughter know what is good or bad? Just let dad decide everything!" Zhao Fujin was a little depressed.

Although in her previous life, she also called Zhao Laosan "Dad", it was just one word. Now when the two words "Dad" are combined together, she always feels like she is on the stage, pretending to be a heroine and singing, which is extremely awkward.

"Hahaha~ It seems that my son still cares a little bit!" Zhao Ji saw her awkward look and felt something in his heart.

Knowing that she was from a daughter's family and had a thin skin, she immediately changed the subject without waiting for Zhao Fujin to refuse: "Fu'er, come, sit down, I made a new thing for my father, let you see."

Zhao Fujin also breathed a sigh of relief. After bowing and saluting again, Zhao Ji sat down and sat next to him.

In front of them was a strange shelf made of bricks, with a small iron pot in the middle. Around the small iron pot, a very thin stone board was laid, and the surface of the board was polished extremely smooth and made of bricks. I made a square tube and stretched it high to the top of the pavilion.

Simple stove?
Zhao Fujin was a little surprised. He stroked the table with his hand, and a group of maids wearing E-yellow robes came slowly.

The first two maids held handkerchiefs and offered hot water. After Zhao You and Zhao Fujin had washed their hands, the two behind them came forward, one holding a pot and the other a cup. Two cups of thick jasmine tea were placed on the table for the two. in front of people.

The third pair of maids came up, but one of them lit the fire, and the other poured milky white soup into the small iron pot. The soup was still emitting smoke and exuding the faint fragrance of meat.

"Dad, are you going to have hot pot this early in the morning?" Zhao Fujin was really surprised when he looked at the several maids behind him, some holding meat and some holding various vegetables and tofu.

Is it possible that there are other time-travelers out there?
"Hot pot? What a good name!" Zhao Ji was immediately happy when he heard it: "My son has been smart since he was a child, and he understood the essence of this 'Wen Ding' with just one glance!"

Wen Ding?

Zhao Fujin was thinking about the origin of the Wen Ding when he heard Zhao Ji say:

"Earlier, I looked up the Han calendar and saw that the kings of the Han Dynasty used warm cauldrons to heat meals after offering sacrifices. They were very fresh, so I ordered Tong Dao to help me get them."

Zhao Ji watched the maid lighting the fire with great interest, and then said: "Unexpectedly, he studied it for more than half a month and told me that the Wen Ding is heavy and heavy, so it is not as easy to use as an iron pot."

"So, I put such a nondescript object out, and yesterday, while I was alone..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly changed the subject: "According to what Fu'er said, this Wen Ding will be known as hot pot in the future!"

What do you do while you are alone?
Zhao Fujin was stunned, and suddenly remembered the unofficial history he had read: It was said that Zhao Ji often rode in a small sedan, led several attendants, and went out of the palace incognito to have fun.

A special travel bureau has also been set up to take charge of travel matters.

What is ridiculous is that the officials of the Xingxing Bureau also helped Zhao Ji lie. If he did not go to court that day, he would say that Huizong had a banquet (banquet in the palace);

So, Queen Zheng sent people to invite her, but Zhao Ji didn't arrive. Is it because there was a stall last night?
"Dad is in a good mood, Yuan'er shouldn't be disappointed..." Zhao Fujin felt quite unhappy when he thought of his original body and Huifu Emperor Zhao Jinxian who died last night.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she started to speak, she was cut off by Zhao Ji: "Xian'er is weak, and Concubine Xian tried to dissuade her many times yesterday, but Mrs. Cui has a big heart and blamed her for not giving up food and wine!"

ah?And this?

Qiong Yu was at the banquet yesterday, so she raised her head and glanced at her. Qiong Yu immediately understood and nodded to her.

"Ms. Cui is extremely utilitarian, and she doesn't treat the emperors and concubines well enough. It cannot be ruled out that she deliberately harmed Xian'er in order to frame the queen and the virtuous concubine." Zhao Ji's face was indifferent and his tone was cold: "Xian'er surrendered to her. She is truly a grievance, and I have ordered her to go to the temple to pray for her, waiting for her blessings in the next life."

Because you burn oil to pray for blessings, your responsibilities are gone, so you can eat hot pot and sing songs early in the morning?Zhao Fujin felt that the two emperors Huifu and Kangfu were worthless, but he was not stupid enough to argue with Zhao Ji.

He just lost his color and said aggrievedly: "Dad, in the middle of the night last night, after my daughter took the medicine, she was panicked and out of breath. She got up in the middle of the night and drank tea. After a long time, she finally felt better."

This is not bullying.

Last night, she was hanging from the top of the bed, feeling really panicked and really out of breath.

"I was safe at that time, so I didn't think much about it. Unexpectedly, as soon as the sky dawned, I heard that sister Huifu had passed away. Suddenly, I remembered the feeling when I was uncomfortable, and I always felt a little uneasy." Zhao Fujin covered his chest and lowered his eyelids. , putting on a pitiful look:

"Maybe my daughter is too suspicious..."

"Fu'er is ill, why didn't any of you come to report it!" Zhao Ji looked stern, turned around and scolded Qiong Ye and Qiong Yu angrily: "If something happens to her, even how many of your lives are not enough to compensate me!"

Qiong Ye and Qiong Yu were accused and immediately knelt down to apologize.

This crime was not wrong, after all, Kangfu was really dead.

Zhao Fujin didn't know whether to celebrate for Emperor Kangfu or to mourn for Emperor Huifu.

"Yanxi, tell Yansheng to listen to the order: ask him to fully assist the queen and get to the bottom of yesterday's incident. If anyone really has harmful intentions towards the two empresses, they will be killed without mercy!" Zhao Ji finished ordering Yanxi, He then called the maid next to him and said, "Fu Xing, go and invite Doctor Zhang to take the Emperor Ji's pulse!"

The two of them hurriedly followed the order and left. Zhao Fujin hurriedly added: "Dad, there is no need to worry, my son is not feeling unwell at the moment."

"Fu'er, don't be careless about your health. If you feel unwell in the future, don't bear it." Zhao Ji looked at Zhao Fujin with concern: "Tong Daofu, this person, doesn't have much talent, but he does have some tricks. Then I ordered someone to send a message to him, asking him to find a medical woman who knows a little about Qihuang among the people to serve him, so that my son will not suffer."

This dad should be on par with Zhao Laosan.

Zhao Fujin felt a little emotional in his heart, and his eyes turned red unconsciously: "Thank you, dad."

"Silly girl, what are you thanking for!" Zhao Ji rubbed her temples and said with a smile, "Don't cry, it will only make everyone sad."

"Hmm~" Zhao Fujin swallowed back the sadness he felt after remembering Zhao Laosan's loss of his daughter, and said with gratitude: "My daughter is really blessed to be so favored by her father."

That's right.

Zhao Ji was in a great mood. He rolled up his sleeves persistently and fished out a piece of tender meat from the iron pot himself: "Fu'er, try it quickly. This fish is perch. It has few spines and fresh meat. It is extremely delicious."

Bass?
Zhao Fujin looked at the thin fish fillet and unconsciously thought of "Lychee Concubine Smile".

This sea bass is produced along the coast. To be able to appear so fresh and tender on Tokyo's dining tables must have required the same manpower and material resources as "Fei Zixiao" to achieve it.

The Song Dynasty was poor and weak and would be driven to Lin'an by the Jin people in another ten years.

But the emperor of the Song Dynasty knew nothing about this. He built gardens, built pavilions, ate delicious food, painted beautiful pictures, and lived in bliss...

"How's it going, Fu'er? Is it tender?" Zhao Ji watched Zhao Fujin swallow a piece of fish thoughtfully, and then he said proudly: "This fish comes from the coast and lives on salt water. I got a few of them and raised them intensively." After a few years, they were allowed to give up the salty ones and use the light ones to continue the race, and now there are more than a thousand of them alive in the pond, enough to be used at any time."

Ah?
Our father seems to be different from Tang Minghuang!

Zhao Fujin was deeply gratified by this.

　Having a charming and cheap father, Zhao Fujin expressed that he was very distressed, fearing that if he was not careful, he would treat him as the third child and care for him.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)