Detecting fragrance and ugly concubine

174: The Secret of Spices

Zhenliang procrastinated, and purposely dawdled for a long time before arriving at the West Garden of Shijiu Garden. She thought Nangong Lie should have been sitting there, but who knew that in the huge West Garden, only Prophet Ya was cooking alone .

In a familiar place, with a familiar fragrance, there was a man she didn't want to see.

As soon as Zhenliang's figure entered, although Prophet Ya hadn't raised his head, he had already sensed her arrival, and lazily raised his phoenix eyes to look at her coolly.

Facing the gloomy and smiling phoenix eyes of the Prophet of Shangya, Zhenliang shivered all over his body, wishing he could run away.

Since Nangong Lie hasn't come yet, Zhenliang doesn't want to be in the same room with this sub-prophet, even if the "room" is spacious enough.

As soon as he took a step back, Zhenliang's back bumped into a wall of flesh. Without looking back, the refreshing fragrance of tea on the man's body was already in his nostrils.

Zhenliang was about to avoid contact with him, Nangong Lie had already stood aside before her, Zhenliang's body fell backwards and became unstable, and was about to fall backwards, Nangonglie stretched out his arms to hold her There seemed to be a touch of extreme impatience on her back, and she was saved from falling.

Then, Nangong Lie walked towards his place without looking back, leaving Zhenliang standing at the door alone.

The man's posture seemed to have saved her life, as if he was waiting for her to rush over and be grateful.

Zhenliang bit her lip, looked at the man's back angrily, and concluded that he did it on purpose.

It can be seen that the two men in the West Garden at the moment are not good people.

While thinking this way, Zhenliang looked towards the sub-prophet. The man had withdrawn his eyes some time ago and concentrated on serving the ingredients in his hand. However, Zhenliang felt that there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth , specifically for her.

Not long after Zhenliang was seated, Prophet Ya brought up two plates of sour plum duck. Just like last time, Zhenliang and Nangong Lie each had a plate in front of them.

Seeing Prophet Ya approaching from a distance, Zhen Liang lowered her head and deliberately did not look at him until Prophet Ya's figure receded, then she raised her head to look at the steaming and fragrant sour plum duck.

Other dishes were served one after another, and Nangong Lie had already started to eat. Seeing that he was eating silently, Zhen Liang followed suit, but he resolutely didn't pick up the sour plum duck.

Seeing that the chopsticks of the sour plum duck in front of her hadn't moved, Nangong Lie said, "Why don't you eat it?"

Zhen Liang didn't lift his head and said, "I'm afraid it's poisonous."

These three words clearly fell into the ears of Prophet Ya who was standing in front of the chopping board, and his smiling face became even more gloomy.

"I have tested the poison for you, what are you afraid of?"

Zhen Liang looked at the plate of sour plum duck in front of Nangong Lie. Indeed, he had already eaten several pieces. If it was poisonous, he might have had an attack earlier.

"Your Majesty is so courageous, aren't you afraid that the poison inside is chronic?"

Nangong Lie seemed to know what Zhenliang was awkward, and asked, "Do you not like sour plum duck anymore, or do you not like cooking sour plum duck?"

Zhenliang pouted, "I don't even like it."

Without waiting for Zhenliang to ask, Nangong Lie continued, "Well, since you don't like it, Prophet Ya doesn't have to enter the palace anymore. I heard that he is going back to his hometown to get married, so this may be the last time you eat Sour plum duck, don't you cherish it?"

Nangong Lie's words made Zhenliang's eyes brighten, thinking that he would never have to see Prophet Ya again, looking at the plate of sour plum duck in front of him, Zhenliang suddenly felt very pitiful, and immediately had the idea of ​​eating.

"Okay, for the sake of the last time, I'll eat it."

Without looking at Prophet Ya, Zhenliang ate the sour plum duck with relish, but didn't notice that the evil-evil curve of the prophet Ya's lips became bigger and bigger.

When the two of them were halfway through eating, Eunuch Jiao, who hadn't come at all, suddenly appeared in the West Garden, ran to Nangong Lie's side in small steps, and whispered in his ear.

Zhen Liangrao was the closest to Nangong Lie, and he couldn't hear even a single word clearly. He could only clearly see that Nangong Lie's calm expression had changed.

Nangong Lie stood up with a cold face, and was about to take a step, when he suddenly took back half of his steps, turned his head and gave Zhenliang a faint look, "I'm going first."

Zhenliang was taken aback, a little unacceptable or unbelievable, Nangong Lie would say hello to him before leaving?As if she was important to him.

According to this man's temperament, at this time, wouldn't he just leave when he wanted to, and he was so cold that he didn't leave a word?

It wasn't until Nangong Lie had already taken a step that Zhenliang finally came to his senses, and mumbled out a word, "Oh."

Eunuch Jiao turned his head and glanced at Zhenliang. He was very surprised by the words and deeds of the two people. According to the emperor's habit, except that he would say "retreat" and "farewell" in the early court or in front of the queen mother. , would hardly say goodbye to other people, but today, he said goodbye to Concubine Liang.

As for Concubine Liang, shouldn't she stand up flattered and say something like "The concubine sends the emperor respectfully"?However, Concubine Liang sat motionless in her original position, just staring blankly at the emperor's back, and spat out the word "oh" miserly.

Eunuch Jiao quickly followed Nangong Lie, and then secretly glanced at the emperor's side face, again surprised.

The emperor seemed to be delighted because of Concubine Liang's stupid "Oh".

Of course, it is impossible for the emperor to have a smile on his face, but Eunuch Jiao has served the emperor for so many years, he can see all the slight changes in his expression, whether it is good or bad.

After the figures of Nangong Lie and Jiao Gonggong disappeared, Zhenliang withdrew his eyes, looked at the dishes in front of Nangong Lie's place, and thought to himself what was so important and urgent that there was no time to fill his stomach?

Her stomach wasn't full yet, and now that Nangong Lie wasn't by her side, all the restrained feeling disappeared.

Apparently, Zhenliang was surprised by Nangong Lie just now, and completely forgot that there was someone she disliked in the West Garden.

In the West Garden at this moment, not only Zhenliang and Ya Zhizhi in front of the chopping board, but also some court ladies were busy standing in different places.

Zhenliang was eating, when suddenly the plate in front of him was cast a shadow and remained motionless.

While slowly raising his head, Masuzu already guessed who it was.

Facing the gloomy and unpredictable phoenix eyes of the Prophet of Shangya, Zhenliang kept comforting herself that he was like a farewell person to her, she should stop being as knowledgeable as him, and let the past pass.

Thinking about it this way, Zhenliang didn't show any disgust or displeasure on the Prophet Chaoya, nor did she show a friendly smile. Instead, she withdrew her eyes expressionlessly and continued to eat vegetables. Naturally, the plate of sour plums closest to her Duck, under the gaze of this man, she couldn't eat it anymore.

Zhenliang thought that if she ignored this man, he would leave in a sensible manner, but who knows, he continued to stand motionless, as if waiting for her to pay attention to him.

After taking a few mouthfuls, Zhenliang put down his chopsticks, looked up at Prophet Ya, and this time directly omitted the troublesome title, and said calmly, "What advice do you have?"

"Ya doesn't dare." Prophet Ya smiled, "Ya is about to leave Daxin Kingdom. Before leaving, I want to know about the concubine Liang. What is the last sour plum duck that Ya made?" feeling?"

Zhenliang concluded that when this man asked such a question, it must be because he was a drunkard, the best way is not to answer, but, this man is standing in front of her, can she leave alone?

Of course, but since it was the last time the two met, Masuzu replied cautiously, "Very fragrant, thank you."

She thought that her answer was concise and clear, and she was courteous and thoughtful, so there shouldn't be any faults with this man.

But who is the prophet?As long as Zhenliang pays attention to him, he will be able to find the bright spots in her words and achieve the purpose of teasing her.

"The most outstanding feature of the sour plum duck made by Yamou is the fragrance. It smells fragrant when you smell it, it is fragrant when you eat it, and it is also fragrant when you taste it. The origin of this fragrance is naturally not from the duck itself, but from the duck itself. A unique spice. And this unique spice can only be prepared by Yamou, would the Empress Liang be interested in knowing about it?"

Zhenliang said in a joking tone, "Are you trying to reveal the secret recipe of sour plum duck to Ben Gong?"

Prophet Ya raised his thin lips, "What's the point of revealing it? Presumably, Concubine Liang is not interested in cooking herself."

Zhenliang smiled but said nothing, thinking to himself, how could she not be interested?If one day in the future she can't find the ability to make a living in the world, wouldn't she be able to open a shop specializing in sour plum duck?

Thinking about it this way, Zhenliang suddenly wanted to know about the recipe of sour plum duck.

Of course, she would not easily reveal her thoughts, and said with a slight smile, "If you dare to tell me the secret recipe, maybe one day, I can cook sour plum duck for the emperor to taste."

"Concubine Liang is really a virtuous wife and mother. It is really a great honor for the emperor to accept you as his concubine."

What he said was obviously a compliment to himself, but in Zhenliang's ears, it was very awkward, as if Prophet Ya was mocking her in reverse.

Next, both of them had different smiles on their faces, and neither of them spoke easily.

Suddenly, Prophet Ya leaned towards Zhenliang's masked face, and whispered mysteriously, "Tell Concubine Liang an unknown secret about Yamou."

Zhenliang sat back unnaturally, distanced herself from Prophet Ya, and said, "Oh."

In fact, she was not interested in his private secrets at all, but she couldn't annoy him by directly saying that she didn't want to know, so she could only respond with this one word, and he didn't want to say it or not.

At the same time, Zhenliang was very puzzled, isn't this man going to tell her about the spice recipe of sour plum duck?How did it involve his private secrets?

Prophet Ya's body leaned towards Zhenliang again, until Zhenliang had already leaned on the back of the seat, his face could no longer move back, then he kept a punch away from her, and said with thin lips, "Aya When a certain mother was pregnant with Ya, she got a quirk. She liked to eat all kinds of fragrant petals. The amount she ate every day was equivalent to one day's food intake. A unique floral scent."

"Unique floral fragrance?" Zhenliang chewed what he said, and suddenly thought, the fragrance that has been born since birth, isn't it body fragrance?