The Alluring Concubine: The Eldest Miss

Chapter 39 The king is here to eat (1)

After stammering for a while, Shen Youliehan finally understood what he wanted to say. After all, Feng Qiwu is a lady in the boudoir, and she is so drunk. If Han Mo goes up, there will inevitably be physical contact. It's not suitable.

"Then what should I do, I can't beat my young lady?" Zisu looked at Feng Qiwu who was fighting hard with Han Xue, and backed away in fear.

Facts have proved that they don't need to be so nervous at all. When Han Yu stepped forward to pull Han Xue, the two women tacitly agreed to attack Han Yu, and Feng Qiwu still shouted childishly: "Of course! , this stinky man wants to bully you, I'll beat him up for you!" The voice was soft.

"Okay, let's beat him together!" Han Xue said cooperatively, but her words were not as limp as Feng Qiwu.

Han Yu hurriedly responded, but Han Mo was stunned, and looked sideways at Shen Youliehan, "My lord, Han Xue is not drunk?"

Hearing the words, Shen Youliehan didn't express his position on this matter, but his face became less dark, and he said in a deep voice: "Let them fight, and when the fight is over, send that woman back."

After saying that, he walked into the nearby pavilion, sat down and watched, and said by the way: "Bring the meals here."

"Yes." Han Mo responded, and went down to prepare. Although there are many servants in the palace, Shen Youliehan's meals are arranged by him personally as long as Han Mo is free.

With the promise of "Ranran", Feng Qiwu was in a good mood, and he used many tricks that he had never used since he came to this world. Yu beat him to death, but he was also intrigued by Feng Qiwu's fresh moves, and he didn't get tired after fighting for a long time.

"It's finally over. Although the new moves are easy to learn, if I continue, I'm going to be exhausted!" Although Han Yu managed to maintain the image of Mr. Jia, the sweat on his forehead showed that his battle was not easy.

Han Xue was also exhausted, but she still insisted on rushing with Zisu to bring Feng Qiwu back to Suifeng Yuan to settle down.

Han Yu sat on the spot and took a breath before saying: "My lord, you can see where Miss Feng's moves come from?"

"It's hard to say." Shen Youliehan frowned, not just just now, as long as Feng Qiwu made a move, he had been thinking about where that weird move came from, but there was no satisfactory answer. in this way.

Han Yu suddenly said: "She obviously has such a strong spiritual power in her body, but she has never used it. The lightness kung fu seems to be different from mine. Could it be that some hermit taught her?"

"It's not like." Shen Youlie continued to shake his head. "Although I haven't discussed this issue, I think she doesn't know that she has spiritual power at all, and she doesn't know how to use the spiritual power in her body."

Shen Youliehan knew about the extraordinary spiritual power in Feng Qiwu's body when she was seriously injured, but because the two of them were not very familiar with each other at that time, Feng Qiwu was quite wary, so he didn't I took the initiative to break it, and then I was delayed in Jiangbei camp for a while, so I didn't have a chance to talk about it.

"A person who has spiritual power but doesn't know how to use it, what's the difference between holding a treasure and not using it?" Han Yu sighed and shook his head, seeing that Han Mo had brought Shen Youliehan's food over , no longer speak.

Once drunk, it became Feng Qiwu's vent for two months of depression. After eating, Shen Youliehan was planning to take a walk, but as soon as he looked up, he arrived at Suifengyuan, "How did you get here?" It seems that I am a little confused.

"Forget it, since we're here, let's go see that woman." Talking to himself, Shen Youliehan walked in.

Apart from Zisu and Pinellia, there were only a few maids in charge of sweeping and sweeping in the yard. When Han Xue sent people over, she told them not to do anything, so as not to disturb Feng Qiwu's rest, so the maids also returned After leaving their respective rooms, Shen Youliehan went all the way to Feng Qiwu's room unimpeded.

The drunk Feng Qiwu didn't sleep well, his brows were furrowed, he was lying on his left side, with his knees bent to his chest, this sleeping position was not comfortable, but it was reassuring, Shen Youliehan remembered that the concubine had just left Even when he is not asleep, he likes to lie on the bed in this position, ignoring anyone and not wanting to be disturbed.

"It stinks." The man who fell asleep on the bed suddenly murmured, turned over and finally lay down on his back, with two hands half clenched, one on his chest and one on the side of his face, Shen Youlie guessed It was the person in the dream that made her trustworthy, so she subconsciously relaxed her mind.

Shen Youliehan suddenly became very curious about the "Ranran" that Feng Qiwu repeatedly mentioned. He really wanted to know who this person was, where he lived, whether he was a man or a woman, and most importantly, who was with this woman? , what is the relationship.

The curiosity in his heart made Shen Youliehan walk to the edge of the bed without realizing it. The sleeping Feng Qiwu suddenly sat up and looked at him with his eyes open and tilted his head in a daze. After a long time, he uttered "Of course, Since when did you become interested in cosplay, and play shemale?"

After being dazed for a while, she grinned again, "No, it's not a shemale, it's a demon. Don't bully me and don't play games. I can tell the difference between a shemale and a demon, haha."

As she spoke, she reached out to touch Shen Youliehan's face, because Shen Youliehan was distracted just now, Shen Youliehan leaned towards the inner side of the bed, Feng Qiwu's touch actually touched Shen Youliehan's face. Shen Youliehan's face was kneaded and played wantonly, and he pretended to be a hooligan and said with a laugh: "Little beauty, come here and give me a smile."

Shen Youlie's face darkened, and he was depressed that he did not avoid her by mistake, and let this woman make trouble on his face, but was actually molested, and with a dark face, he tore off the restless claw, and grabbed the man Pushing him down, he conveniently stuffed the two hands that had teased him into the quilt, while muttering in disgust, "Rude woman!"

He just finished muttering, another claw of that restless claw stretched out, Shen Youliehan angrily stuffed the claw in and pressed the corner of the quilt, it might as well stretch out the other one, so he had to let go The other hand was also stuffed in, and after repeating this twice, His Royal Highness Han Jiang, who was not very good-natured, finally lost his patience, and he didn't care if Feng Qiwu would be woken up, and violently pulled her two hands together. Both hands were pinched and stuffed into the bed.

Both hands are not allowed to be free, sleep is uncomfortable, and after being tortured for so long, Feng Qiwu's drowsiness has dissipated, and when he wakes up in a daze, he sees a black shadow with his hands open, pressing his body The sight of the hands, before realizing who the opponent is, the body reacted faster than the brain, and kicked Shen Youliehan's back of the head as soon as he lifted his left leg.

Shen Youliehan was caught off guard by Feng Qiwu's sudden waking up, and was kicked by her in a daze for a moment, and quickly retreated out of Feng Qiwu's attack range, so he said angrily: "As soon as you wake up, hit me!" Man, why are you so violent, woman?"

"In the middle of the night, why doesn't the lord stay in his own room and go to the little girl's boudoir, why don't the little girl defend herself?"

Knowing that it was Shen Youliehan, Feng Qiwu put away his guard, but his face was not very good-looking. After all, a drunk person was forcibly woken up.

"Little girl, the lethality is so great when you are asleep. If you are a little girl, how will those rich officials in Jincheng survive?" He looked at Feng Qiwu carefully.

Feng Qiwu pretended not to hear the sarcasm in his words, rolled his eyes, lay on the bed with Erlang's legs up and trembling, and said: "How they survive has nothing to do with me, I am still on the line of survival I’m still struggling, let’s talk about those daughters, it would be great to attend this poetry meeting today and the banquet tomorrow, so why should I worry about them?”

Shen Youliehan's eyebrows also trembled following Feng Qiwu's legs, "I said that you are also the daughter of General Feng Da, not to mention demure and elegant, but at least you look a little bit feminine, okay?"

"You don't have to look, out of sight and out of mind." She turned over as she said, "I'm hungry, if you have nothing else to do, please go back, lest the smell of cooking oil from the kitchen will infect you."

While she was talking, she didn't care that Shen Youliehan was still there, she got up, stepped on her shoes, put on some clothes, and walked towards the kitchen while she was wearing them. It was already May, and it was a bit hot during the day, and the clothes Feng Qiwu was wearing were also thin. When he came out suddenly and was blown by the night wind, he was still a little cold, but he was much more awake.

Zisu rushed over as soon as she heard the door knock, and saw Feng Qiwu walking towards the kitchen, she asked, "Miss is hungry, servant girl, let's go and warm up dinner?"

Feng Qiwu shook his head when he heard the words, "It's getting late, it's not suitable to eat too much, you light a fire for me, and I'll just eat a bowl of noodles myself."

"Miss, do you want to cook by yourself?" Zisu was startled when she heard this, feeling a little strange.

She heard her lady talk about many fresh delicacies in her spare time, and she guessed that her lady probably knew how to cook, but there were too few Jincheng official ladies who knew how to cook, so Feng Qiwu said that she wanted to cook , even though it was just a bowl of noodles, Zisu still felt the novelty.

The Fengqiwu people had already walked into the kitchen, picked up some vegetables and tinkled them away, "It's just a bowl of noodles, why make such a fuss."

"Let's reduce the hot water first, and I'll come to you when I need anything else." Arranging a task for Zisu, Feng Qiwu took the potatoes and a handful of vegetables that had been washed long ago, and cut the potatoes into long, short, thick and even The long strips, the green vegetables were cut a few times and placed on the plate.

Zisu is a master who can't sit still. After adding a handful of firewood to the stove, she stood up and ran to Feng Qiwu to watch her cook noodles. Seeing her chopping potatoes, she asked curiously: "Miss, don't you want to cook noodles?" Well, why are you cutting potatoes?"

"Who said you can't use potatoes for cooking noodles?" Feng Qiwu ignored the curious Zisu, and took another piece of chicken breast and cut it into strips half the length of potato strips and put them in a small bowl.

Then he turned around, "You're fine, that thing covers these up, saving flying insects."

"Okay, miss." Zisu happily agreed and took a relatively deep plate to cover the things Feng Qiwu had cut, turned around and saw Feng Qiwu pouring oil into another pot.

The little girl stared wide-eyed, "Miss, you are still pouring oil, do you want me to light the fire?"

"Of course, otherwise this cold pot and cold oil, how do you ask me to cook?" Feng Qiwu gave her a look of "Are you an idiot?", turned around and walked to the side cabinet to take a bowl of flour and pour it into a porcelain basin inside.

After thinking about it, it seems that there is no edible alkali in this world. I thought that cold water can also be used to knead the noodles, so I poured water to prepare the kneading noodles.

Prepare the flour and water, and the oil in the pot is also hot. Take the dried peppercorns, crushed peppers, minced garlic and green onions, etc. and stir fry in the pot. Come out, put the sliced ​​chicken in, followed by the sliced ​​potatoes, and the small kitchen is filled with the smell of meat and vegetables.

The sound of "poof" was the sound of hot water pouring into the pot. Feng Qiwu poured the hot water into the pot, covered the pot and turned around to knead and roll out the noodles.

With the cold noodles wrapped in his hands, Feng Qiwu seemed to have returned to the time when he pestered that person to cook for him in his previous life, and the next process of kneading and rolling the noodles seemed to be completed in a dream.

"My king has only heard that ordinary people pull noodles by hand. This practice is really unheard of."

Suddenly awakened, Feng Qiwu looked at the rolling pin in his hand, and realized what Shen Youliehan was talking about, and he didn't intend to agree, while telling the rolled noodles to be cut into noodles, he said casually: "My lord If you don't go back to rest late at night and stay here with me, is it because you want to have a meal?"

"It's a good idea. It just so happens that the king doesn't have much for dinner, and he's really hungry right now, but I don't know if the food made by Miss Li can be eaten?"

Feng Qiwu was originally issuing the order to chase away guests, but he didn't expect this person to climb up the pole cheekily. Feng Qiwu was depressed for a while, "My lord is used to delicious food. I'm afraid it's hard for me to eat simple food. If my lord is really hungry Now, let the dining room prepare meals, Qi Wu believes that as long as the prince wants to eat, the kitchen will definitely prepare it."

"That's really a coincidence, I've eaten too much delicacies from mountains and seas, and I just want to eat some noodles made by Miss Feng today." After speaking, he looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, and didn't intend to leave.

Feng Qiwu's noodle-cutting knife was chopping loudly on the chopping board, and he wished he could just swing the knife over and chop this guy up.

Zisu, who was hiding behind the fire, shrank her neck and listened to the war of words between her prince and young lady, thinking that you are such a prince.

In the end, there are three servings of Feng Qiwu's noodles, a bowl for himself, a bowl for Shen Youliehan, and a bowl for the drooling Zisu little girl, there is no more.

"Miss, it smells so good, I can't bear to eat it!" After taking a bite, Zisu held the bowl and blinked at Feng Qiwu to show her cuteness, directly ignoring her lord.

Feng Qiwu laughed and pressed her on the chair, "It's not that exaggerated, it's just different from the noodles you usually eat, the recipe is very simple, if you want to eat it, I will teach you how to do it in the future, eat it quickly, let go It won't taste good after a long time."

"Okay, okay, you are not allowed to change your mind if you agree with the lady!" After speaking, without waiting for Feng Qiwu to agree, she held a bowl and bowed to Shen Youliehan, "Your servant will leave." Then he ran happily It's time to eat noodles.

"The servant girl in my house has become such a crazy look in less than a month with you, which shows that you have poisoned her a lot."

Although Shen Youliehan was born in the imperial family, he did not rigidly follow the rules of not talking when eating or sleeping. When he saw Zisu leave, he made fun of Feng Qiwu. It has formed good dining etiquette since childhood.

In contrast, Feng Qiwu's food was much more generous. Although she didn't make any rude noises or spill soup, she couldn't say it was elegant, but it made people feel comfortable watching her eat.

"Okay, eat and eat. The prince has been here for so long in the middle of the night. It's not really just for this meal. If you have anything to say, why don't you just cut to the chase, Qiwu is tired, so when you're done talking, just go straight to the point." Going to rest." Putting away the bowls and chopsticks, Feng Qiwu didn't bother to go back, took a chair and sat on the stone bench outside the kitchen, and asked directly.

Shen Youliehan was ordered to evict guests three times in one night, and he was not even annoyed. Hearing the words, he just said casually: "But I came here for a walk after dinner, so what's the matter, but since Miss Feng mentioned it, I would like to May I ask, what do you think about the joint trial of Ning Gan by the Ministry of War and Dali Temple?"

"Falsely preaching the imperial decree is a capital crime, but the emperor didn't strictly investigate it. That's a sleight of hand, and let Zhou Guogong participate in the trial. I think the final outcome of this matter is nothing more than nothing. What do you think? Is it important? "

Feng Qiwu stretched out indecently, and Ge You went paralyzed.

"Didn't you think of adding something to them?" Shen Youliehan asked unwillingly. Based on Zhou Guogong and Ningguo Gong's opposition to the Huguo Gongfu, and today's various difficulties in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he just I don't believe that this woman would give up so easily.

However, Feng Qiwu didn't pay attention to his words at all, instead he asked: "By the way, who is that old man who spoke for me in the hall today?"

She was ready for the wall to be pushed down by everyone, and she was a little surprised that a person suddenly appeared to speak for her.

Shen Youliehan thought for a while, and then said: "You said that old man McKellon, he had the same status in Tianhua as your father more than ten years ago, and he was also a famous general in the mainland. For some reason, suddenly He just said that he didn't want to fight anymore, and wanted the old man to allow him to disarm and return to the field, but the old man didn't want to, so he gave him a false name of loyalty, and he did some civil work, and he didn't talk if he couldn't speak on weekdays. Those two old wretches came out to speak for you."

"McKallon, this name is quite foreign." Feng Qiwu didn't know what to think of, and smiled, "Lend me the cold wind tomorrow, and give me the decoration design of the princess's mansion in return. Hanmo can just follow the picture, I guarantee that the cost will be much cheaper than those craftsmen you find, but the result will definitely be satisfactory."

(End of this chapter)