The blessing of the Qing Dynasty is difficult to pass

Chapter 211 The Fish Soup in Memories
"Fourth brother said that she was looking for Su Qiaoqiao."

"Su Qiaoqiao? When did these two people get together?" They were out of touch and hadn't even met each other a few times. What did Yi Rou want to do?
"I don't know, she is your third sister. When she came to visit at the mansion, Madam Zhang and Madam Qin couldn't stop her. I heard from the fourth brother that your third sister went there twice, and she sat there for a whole day."

"That's interesting." Sitting for a whole day, is it possible that there is a common language between the concubine and the concubine?

"Yeah, I think it's interesting too. I've already sent people to watch Su Qiaoqiao. No matter what schemes and tricks she has, she can't escape from our hands." If Su Qiaoqiao is Sun Houzi, then he is Tathagata Buddha, not to mention Su Qiaoqiao's Taoism, far away from Monkey Sun, at most he is a bone spirit.

Yi Rao hummed, but didn't take Su Qiaoqiao to heart, Niu Hulu's family is now the enemy, "What else did Fourth Brother say?"

"Fourth brother wrote a poem." Yinxiang raised the letter paper in his hand.

"Which one?" Yi Rao immediately regained her spirits when she heard the words. Yinzhen's poems have not been handed down to later generations. As a member of the Fourth Master Party, she naturally has to work hard to read and recite Yinzhen's poems. She is very fond of Yinzhen. True love, with love as the driving force, as a scumbag, she even memorized Yinzhen's poems by heart.

And after passing through, watching Yinzhen write poems that she would memorize a long time ago, the feeling is really gratifying, excited and sad, it is indescribable with words.

"Which one?" Yi Rao used these three words too strangely, Yinxiang couldn't help raising his eyebrows, shouldn't he be asking what is written under normal circumstances?

"Ah? I mean, what are you writing about?" Yi Rao rolled her eyes and tried her best to explain herself, "Fourth brother's poems, I made a collection of poems, and I got used to reading the collections, and it's easy to say."

What Yi Rao said about the collection of poems is true. She really compiled the poems written by Yinzhen into a book, and put them away in a precious and precious way. This calligraphy is considered a valuable ancient relic for future generations.

This made Yin Xiang sour, and Yi Rao didn't even care about him so much!
"In the summer before, I made an appointment with my fourth brother to drink with him when the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed. Now that the sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming, our brothers are not together." I read the poem "Flying up and falling leaves just blooming, I can't help but lean on the fence alone. The westerly wind in the two places is separated by people's dreams. One day, the cool rain and the sound of wild geese are cold. I startled the autumn and cut the candles to sing new sentences, and recalled the old love in the wine papers. I failed. There was an appointment at this time, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus is so different."

"Pfft." After Yinxiang's poem was finished, Yi Rao almost choked on her own saliva. This love poem that often appeared in time-traveling texts was actually written for Yinxiang!
People in later generations are guessing who Yinzhen met to see the sweet-scented osmanthus. Some said it was with the Niu Hulu family, some said it was with the Nian family, and some even said it was with the Li family. There are different opinions in later generations, who knows the truth It turned out to be so, this is not a love poem, it was written by Yinzhen to Yinxiang!
"What's wrong?" Yinxiang was puzzled.

"It's okay, it's okay." Yi Rao kept rolling on the bed in joy, imagining in her mind the reaction people of later generations would have when they learned the truth.

"Then why are you laughing?" Yinxiang wondered.

"Laugh at your deep brotherly love." Yi Rao kept rolling on the bed, the more she thought about it, the happier she became.

Yin Xiang was puzzled, but seeing Yi Rao happy, he smiled and put away the letter in his hand, then blew out the candles and went to sleep. He will follow Kangxi to inspect other places tomorrow, so he should recharge his batteries and have a good rest.

In the next few days, Yinxiang followed Kangxi to run around, went to the countryside to enter the grassroots, and cared for the Mongolian people. Yiluo followed the Queen Mother to meet the female relatives of the Mongolian princes and nobles, gathered together to talk, watched girls dance, and warriors wrestled. is comfortable.

The queen mother is a Mongolian, and she also loved to gallop on the grasslands on horses back then. Now that she is old, she still can't stop her love to run and yearn for freedom. She has to ride a horse to walk on the grasslands for half an hour every day.

Yi Rao also loves riding horses, she likes the pleasure of running at extreme speed, as if she is flying.Anyway, sitting in the yurt has nothing to do, so Yirao led the horse and brought Huahua or Honghong to gallop when she was free.

In the grassland, it is much more enjoyable than in the four corners of the capital, and sometimes even the air is sweet.

The sky was covered with dark clouds this day, and Yinxiang followed Kangxi to the grassroots. Yirao read "Historical Records" in the yurt for a while, and the more she read it, the more boring she felt, and she decided to go out for a walk.

"Fu Jin, it looks like it's going to rain today, so don't go out." Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, Hua Hua persuaded Yi Rao.

"It's okay, don't go far, take an umbrella."

Yi Rao seems very easy-going, but if she really decides something, no one can persuade her. Seeing that Yi Rao has changed into her riding outfit, Hua Hua understands that it is useless to say more, so she brings a coir raincoat and an umbrella to protect her from the rain. , Huahua followed Yirao out of the camp.

There are undulating slopes outside the camp, and beyond the slopes is an endless grassland. The grassland in this season is not as green and beautiful as in summer, but it still makes people feel much more open-minded at first glance.

Wielding the whip and galloping the horse for a cup of tea, Huahua was already far away from the camp. Huahua looked up at the dark sky, and couldn't help shouting to Yirao, "Fu Jin, let's go back. The servant is looking at the day, I’m afraid it’s going to rain, even though we have rain gear, we’ll still get wet when we’re riding horses.”

Yi Rao completely ignored Hua Hua's words, saw a few big trees in front of her, and a small pool under the trees, Yi Rao's eyes lit up, and she ran over, waving her whip, Hua Hua shook her head helplessly, and had to follow.

The small pool is not big, about [-] meters square, the water in the pool is clear, and there are small fishes swimming in it.Seeing the little fish, Yi Rao's eyes lit up, and inexplicably remembered an article she had read in her previous life. It was about the Red Army's Long March period. When walking across the grass, there were large and small swamps and pools in the grass. Some soldiers I chose a place with a pool to stay overnight, because there are small fish in the pool, which are caught to make fish soup, sprinkled with some wild vegetables, and the taste is very delicious.

Yirao saw this article when she was young. Her father had not yet made a fortune, and her family was poor and could not smell the smell of meat all year round. The desire for fish soup has always been in the depths of Yirao's memory. No matter how much delicious fish soup I drank, I always felt that it was not as good-looking as the one written in that article.

Emotional about what happened in her previous life, Yi Rao turned her head and asked Hua Huadao, "Do you have any embroidery needles?" According to the article, the soldiers bent the embroidery needles and hung them with earthworms as bait, and Yi Rao couldn't wait to try it out for herself.

Huahua was a little confused, she shook her head and said, "It's just a trip, where would I bring embroidery needles."

"You didn't bring the fire bag, the salt?"

"What are you doing with those?" Huahua was even more confused.

"Hey, it's all right." Yi Rao waved her hands, her face full of regret, she stared at the little fish in the pool, her eyes glowing green.

There were not enough tools, but Yirao didn't give up. She vaguely remembered that there seemed to be fire, salt, pots, pans, etc. in the fairyland space. Yirao sent Huahua to pick up some dry firewood and pull some weeds around. She asked Xiao Bailong to bring out the Huozhezi salt pots and pans, which she put in when she was learning boxing with Zhang Lin. At that time, Zhang Lin took them to the countryside to hunt game from time to time. It happened years ago.

Without caring about emotion, Yi Rao asked Xiao Bailong to bring up two small fish from the pond. At this time, there was no fishing rod, so he could only ask Xiao Bailong for help.The little white dragon rolled his eyes, and waved his paw reluctantly, so there were two more grass carp in Yi Rao's pot, the size of an adult's palm.

Huahua didn't go far, but just searched for firewood and pulled hay around these trees, and when she turned around, there were so many things in front of her eyes, Huahua was stunned, and asked inarticulately, "Fujin, what, Where, where did these things come from?" Could it be that he saw a ghost in broad daylight?Thinking of this possibility, Huahua suddenly felt chills all over, and shivered involuntarily.

"I brought it." Yi Rao said nonsense with her eyes open.

"When did you bring it? Where did you put it? Why didn't the maidservant see it?" Huahua was full of suspicion.

"Just under the saddle." Yi Rao pointed to the two leather bags hanging under the saddle. Her small pot was so small that she could barely fit it in.But Huahua still didn't believe it, she clearly saw that there was nothing in the leather bag just now, and how did Yirao know that there was a sink here, and even brought kitchen utensils on purpose.

Seeing that Huahua wanted to ask more questions, Yirao hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her to dissect the fish. Huahua was distracted by Yirao, dropped the firewood in her hand and squatted on the edge of the pool with a short knife. Pour the drinking water in the pot into the pot, and find a handful of green wild vegetables for later use.

Huahua is good at cooking, and quickly cleaned up the two fish, put the fish into the pot, Huahua asked Yi Rao to sit aside to rest, and she took care of the small pot.Seeing Yiluo cross-legged with a weed in her mouth and staring eagerly at the fish pot in front of her, that appearance is really cute and interesting.

Hua Hua laughed out loud, and said, "Fu Jin, you haven't tasted delicacies from mountains and seas before, why are you so interested in this bland fish soup with only salt and no oil?"

"You don't understand." Yi Rao's face was full of nostalgia, what she couldn't get was what she could never forget, the taste of this fish soup, she had been thinking about it for two lifetimes.

Yi Rao often pretended to be mysterious like this, and sometimes she would babble, seeing that she didn't want to say more, Hua Hua stopped asking questions and focused on watching the fire in front of her.

The small fish in the pot is small, and it didn't take long for it to be cooked. Although only salt was put in, there were still oily spots floating on the surface of the pot. It was the oil of the fish itself. Yi Rao hurriedly sprinkled wild vegetables in it. The fish meat can hardly be called good-looking.

Huahua was about to pour the fish soup into a bowl with a spoon, when she heard the sound of horseshoes not far away, Huahua quickly poured a bowl of fish soup for Yi Rao, then stood up and looked into the distance, I saw more than a dozen iron cavalry coming from a distance, galloping towards here.

(End of this chapter)