Proud Concubine Difficult to Train: My Palace Comes from Modern Times

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After a while, two maids came in with meals. The fragrant and delicious soup was paired with the exquisite appearance and mellow pastries, which whetted the appetite.

"Ziyan, eat your meal first, and then take your medicine after the meal!" After the two of them sat down, Su Shajue thoughtfully served her a bowl of hot snow pigeon soup, and said with a smile.

Seeing the bowl of thick hot soup, Jun Ziyan instantly turned into a bitter face, and said: "Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. The snow pigeon is stewed for eight hours. It's too troublesome. Let's eat porridge in the future!"

In fact, what she wants to say is that it is best not to eat snow pigeons, because the fishy smell is really unflattering.

Even though the chef of Prince Su's Mansion had used the oldest method to suppress a lot of fishy smell, it still made it difficult for her to swallow. If there were not a few maids around every time she ate, she really wanted to throw it away.

Hearing this, Su Shajue smiled sullenly, how could she not know what she was thinking, and said: "No trouble, you have to drink it every day for half a month, the snow pigeon is very effective in healing the wound, so Your wound can still heal quickly! Also, I asked my servants to add some rare medicines to suppress the fishy smell, I believe this time it won't be too fishy, ​​you can try it again!"

In the past two days, the servants reported to him that she often gave the snow pigeon soup to the servants halfway through eating, because she accidentally said that it was too fishy, ​​so he searched all the medicine books, found ancient prescriptions, and ordered A few precious herbs were added to the kitchen meals in order to make her eat more obediently.

Seeing him like this, Jun Ziyan could only force himself to laugh dryly, and said, "Okay!"

Nen Yu Cong picked up the porcelain spoon and stirred the snow pigeon soup that was a little more apricot yellow than usual, picked up the small spoon and smelled lightly, Jun Ziyan raised his eyebrows slightly, it seemed that the fishy smell was much less, after a little hesitation , Gently blow the hot air on the surface, slightly open the red lips, and send the viscous liquid from the porcelain spoon into the throat.

In an instant, I felt a mellow medicinal fragrance lingering in my mouth, my taste buds were smooth, and the fishy smell of snow pigeon was full. There was no trace of usual disgust in my throat, I just felt refreshing.

"How come the snow pigeons don't have any fishy smell today? How did you do that?" Jun Ziyan asked in surprise.

"It's just adding a few rare herbs. After stewing for four hours, the fishy smell of the snow pigeon is the heaviest, and almost all of it is smoked. At that time, add a few rare herbs and stew for another two or three hours, and the fishy smell will disappear. , In this way, you should be able to drink it every day!" Su Sha asked in a non-temperary manner.

Hearing this, Jun Ziyan raised his eyebrows, and then pretended to be embarrassed: "Well, for the sake of the prince's troubles for Ziyan, Ziyan carried this snow pigeon with him, and he must eat it for fifteen days."

Su Shajue was taken aback for a moment, and then the two of them burst into laughter, and when the gentleman's smile was put into the bottom of his eyes, only a soft spring remained in the man's deep pool eyes.

The two attendant maids were infected by the tenderness in the master's eyes and by the gentleman's unrestrained, frivolous and hearty laughter. The two of them silently retired, and they left quietly, and tied the door of the pavilion for the two of them. , with tacit smiles on their faces.

Since the death of the princess, how long has the prince not been so happy?How long did it take for the tenderness in your eyes to disappear?

Since the little prince was born, for ten years, the prince has left everything to him. No matter how much he endured loneliness, he has always been a loving father in front of the young prince, but he is always alone and worried.

If possible, they sincerely hope that Miss Jun can become the bondage of the prince again, and hope that it can be his life.

In the past few days, Jun Ziyan's injury felt much better, and after finishing his meal, he deliberately went out for a walk, but Su Shajue couldn't win her over in the end, so he had to do it together.

Shuttle all the way, meandering in, the two of them wandered in the Yanting Garden of Suwang Mansion, and entered the bamboo garden. There was a green and clear scene in front of them, and the scent of bamboo was in the nostrils. The cool breeze is blowing on the face, which is very refreshing.

Every time Jun Ziyan walked into the bamboo garden, the smile on his face deepened, and Su Sha never said a word, and the tenderness in his eyes was also deepened by her smile.

His footsteps faltered, Jun Ziyan followed the sound of the water on the right, raised his eyes slightly to look forward, his cut eyes showed a look of surprise, and saw a huge pool not far from the garden, and a huge wooden windmill was slowly turning , pumped out the pool water, threw it high, and fell into the pool again, splashing beautiful splashes of water.The windmill relies on the water power in the pool to push the stirrer, and then sweeps the pool water up to the sky, forming a vivid picture of a bamboo forest sprinkled with water.

Asked Xiang Su Shajue in amazement: "Is this a waterwheel?"

Such a big waterwheel already existed in ancient times?Damn, the workmanship is not rough at all, so she has to admire the primitive wisdom of the ancient people.

"En, this was designed by Han'er!" Su Shajue said with a faint smile, a little pride in his eyes.

"Ah? Designed by Su Xuanhan?" Jun Ziyan asked involuntarily, slightly shocked in his eyes.

Looking carefully at the huge wooden windmill in front of me, a sense of inferiority spontaneously arises.

Damn, what on earth is that stinky boy thinking, he can actually design a waterwheel, which compares to a modern person like her, nnd, is he really a monster?

Seeing Jun Ziyan being so shocked, the smile on Su Shajue's handsome face deepened, and he nodded to her, expressing that Prince Su's reputation guarantees that the windmill was indeed designed by his 'son' Su Xuanhan, and all interpretation rights belong to Su Xuanhan all.

Seeing this, the gentleman pretended to be in pain: "That kid's potential is too great. How old is he? He's so evil. Damn, my self-esteem has been damaged." That kid's potential is really outrageous.

"However, Han'er can't think of a suitable name for the waterwheel!" Su Sha gave Jun Ziyan a novelty compliment and smiled dotingly, the meaning in his eyes obviously asked Jun Ziyan to help him think of one.

"Name? What's so difficult about it? Since it's a waterwheel, we should give it a close name, huh?" Jun Ziyan raised his eyebrows and thought for a while, looking at the huge waterwheel in front of him, watching the water stirring in the pool while the windmill was pushing. Dun, and then wildly sprinkled the water column towards the sky, suddenly his eyes lit up, his lips curled up into a wild smile, and he said: "Let's call it "Feng Sheng Shui Qi"! How about it?"

Ups and downs?

Merge the two characters of 'feng shui' that are mutually restraining and mutually reinforcing!Su Shajue's eyes flashed brightly, and he praised: "It's a good name, it's called 'Fengshengshuiqi', Mr. Jun is really talented and knowledgeable, Shajue admires it!"

"Cough, let's give in!" Jun Ziyan wanted to open his fan at first, but when he reached his waist, he realized that he was currently a patient in women's clothing, so he shrugged his shoulders to show humility.

"Then, I'll take you to another place, and I hope Master Junsu will kick another one!" Su Shajue deliberately bowed and smiled, without the dignity of an ordinary prince, rather like a student asking for advice from his master.

Seeing him like this, the gentleman laughed and raised his eyebrows and nodded: "No problem!"

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