food queen

Chapter 177
Han Qian is just capricious, but she also understands the truth, and knows that what Mammy said is definitely not to scare people.So this time when Yun Shuo asked her to sleep in Zichen Palace, she shook her head hesitantly and refused, "I won't go there."

When Yun Shuo heard this, his eyes immediately sank, and he asked in a low voice, "Why?"

Han Qian fiddled with the auspicious cloud and dragon pattern on Yunshuo's chest, and sighed in a low voice, "Let the ministers know, and they will impeach my father and brother for disrespecting the rules of the monarch and ministers."

"Who dares!" Yun Shuo's voice suppressed Mars.

"I'm not a child anymore, men and women are different." Han Qian gently patted Yun Shuo's chest.

"..." For the first time in the past few years, Yun Shuo felt that there was something wrong with this girl growing up.

"You ask someone to pack up another place for me to live in."

"But the other palaces have not been inhabited for a long time, and the colors are not complete. It's getting dark now, and it's too late to ask them to clean it up now."

"Then, how about I sleep here?"

"Aren't you afraid that my mother will come to talk to you at night?"

"Uh..." Han Qian was terrified, and subconsciously burrowed into Yun Shuo's arms.

Yun Shuo enjoyed the silence for a while before asking: "Why don't I stay here with you tonight?"

"Is this okay?" Han Qian asked hesitantly.

"What's wrong? If those ministers ask, they will say that the two of us are talking with the former queen tonight." Yun Shuo chuckled.

"Oh, don't talk about it!" Han Qian slipped into Yun Shuo's arms again. Obviously, she was not used to chatting with the late queen.

Yun Shuo hugged the fragrant and soft little girl, secretly smiling, with a little bit of shameless satisfaction.

Han Qian just leaned in his arms, and could kiss her messy bun just by lowering her head. The unique girlish fragrance on her body lingered in her nostrils, faintly present but surprisingly haunting.All night Yun Shuo watched her quietly and listened to her slender breathing, reluctant to close his eyes.

Han Qian, on the other hand, slept very well that night.There is not even a dream, let alone this Yi chatting with the old master of the palace or something.

Opening his eyes, he saw someone's face above his head, the wolf-like green eyes, the stubble protruding from his chin, and the faint blue under his eyes, Han Qian didn't realize it for a long time: "Why... Uh, you don't know Did you not sleep all night?"

"Well, I thought about something." Yun Shuo helped him up from his arms, and turned his head to order the maids on duty outside: "Come in and serve the princess to wash and change clothes."

Apple brought people in, Yun Shuo got up, and left in a hurry without even tidying up the folds on his clothes.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Han Qian looked at Yun Shuo's back and sighed in bewilderment.

Seeing Han Qian sitting there in a daze, Pingguo hurriedly reminded: "Princess, it's getting late, we washed and changed our clothes and had breakfast, and it's time to go to the imperial dining room."

"Oh." Han Qian came back to her senses, turned around and sat upright, while Apple took a large handkerchief and wrapped it around her chest, and began to wipe her face with a wet handkerchief.

Han Jin got up early, washed up and came to see Han Qian, because he asked, "Huh? I heard that His Majesty didn't leave last night? Why didn't you see anyone?"

Han Qian was combing her hair, before she had time to speak, Pingguo'er said, "Miss said this, Your Majesty wants to leave or stay, how can we people talk more and ask more questions?"

Han Jin's expression changed, and he didn't say any more.

After Han Qian got dressed, breakfast was served, and the two of Aunt Han Jin and nephew had something to eat together before going to the imperial dining room.

In the imperial dining room, the 120 four cooks who entered the primary election were all standing neatly in the courtyard. As soon as Han Qian led the people into the courtyard, these people bowed down in unison and greeted loudly: "Slave to the princess!" Please be safe, Princess Ankang."

Han Qian took a look at the people all over the floor, and just walked through the crowd without looking sideways with Apple's hand on it, and walked to the eaves of the meeting room of the Imperial Dining Room, turned around and looked at the people all over the yard, and then said in a sinking voice: "Get up, everyone."

"Thank you princess." Everyone kowtowed respectfully again, and Fang stood up together.

"You all came here after the primary election. I don't want to say anything extra. Today is the re-election. Out of the 120 four, I only want to keep [-] in the end, so you have to rely on your own ability."

Everyone naturally said yes.

Han Qian didn't want to talk nonsense at first, so he directly ordered the manager of the imperial dining room next to him: "Okay, let's start."

Zhang Ruixiang, the manager of the imperial dining room, bowed in agreement, turned around and waved the Buddha dust in his hands to the more than 100 people in the yard, and said in a sharp voice, "Twenty people should be divided into groups and enter the imperial dining room in order!"

As soon as the words fell, a deacon of the imperial dining room stepped forward, led a group of twenty people to bow to Han Qian, and then lined up to enter the imperial dining room.

"Princess, please sit inside." Zhang Ruixiang bowed.

Han Qian took another look at the more than 80 people below, then turned around and entered the meeting hall.

The Imperial Dining Room has made full preparations for today's event. As the chief manager of the Imperial Dining Room, Zhang Ruixiang is well aware of the position of the little princess of the Han family in His Majesty's heart. he knows.The little princess Han Qian is someone who must not be offended. Offending His Majesty is naturally a death penalty, but if you offend this little master, you can only live or die.

As soon as Han Qian was seated, Zhang Ruixiang personally served the Sydney Chuanbei tea secretly made by the Imperial Dining Room: "The north wind has not stopped in recent days and there has been no rain or snow, so it is very dry. Please use some Sydney Chuanbei stewed by the slaves Tea soothes the throat."

Han Qian smiled lightly and said, "Eunuch Zhang has a heart."

"It is the blessing of the servants to serve the princess." Zhang Ruixiang replied with a low eyebrow.

Wei Tiantian's eldest maid, Lan Xiang, stepped forward to take the pear tea offered by Zhang Ruixiang, took a sip from the spoon next to it, and gave it to Han Qian after a while.

Han Qian took the tea cup, took a sip, and said with a light smile, "As expected of the master chef of the imperial dining room, this stewed shellfish has a good proportion and the heat is well controlled, not bad."

"To be able to get into the mouth of the princess means that the minds of the slaves have arrived." Zhang Ruixiang smiled a little more proudly, and waved to the eunuch behind him, and the eunuch gave another cup of Sydney Chuanbei tea to him. In front of Han Jin.

Han Jin took a sip of the teacup, savored it carefully and swallowed it down. He only felt that the tea was sweet and slightly bitter, but he didn't know what was so good about it. As for the amount and heat , and I can't even try it out.So she silently wondered how did her little aunt know?Or that she didn't know at all and was just pretending?Well, it must be, seeing that she usually doesn't care about anything, how could she be able to taste such a mysterious thing in one bite.

(End of this chapter)