Stigma

Duan Mingchong trembled: "You...what did you say?"

Sui Yan was about to cry, and said nonsense: "I, I, I didn't say anything, I just... Xiang! Yes, my addiction seems to be committed... I don't know what I'm talking about!"

Sui Yan was so embarrassed that he could almost find a crack in the door to put his head in and pinch it.

The two looked at each other at the entrance of the Hall of Supreme Harmony for a long time, and Chongcai Duanming buzzed like a mosquito: "I borrowed your clothes yesterday, and they have been cleaned after they came back. Do you...do you want more?"

That's it!

Sui Yan was almost touched and burst into tears: "I want it!"

Duan Mingchong raised his head and looked at him, and the two quickly looked away, and the atmosphere was a bit strange for a while.

Duan Mingchong gave a dry cough: "Then... go?"

Sui Yan: "Walk around."

Then go.

The two were speechless all the way, and halfway through, they met Concubine Ning in a dark green brocade shirt.

Three years have passed, Concubine Ning is much older. Although she wears heavy make-up to cover her haggard look, people with discerning eyes can see that she has lost her arrogant and domineering aura.

Sui Yan scolded himself all the way, can't it be enough to eat some tofu to take advantage of it? Why can't this mouth let Dulu out of her mind?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was stupid. He was scolding himself secretly, but Duan Mingchong beside him reached out and stopped him.

Sui Yan shuddered, thinking that he couldn't help speaking out the curse. He raised his head in panic, and met Concubine Ning's "want to take your dog's life" face.

Sui Yan was stunned for a moment before she swept away her depression. He felt that Concubine Ning was really timely, and it was more rainy than that. He rolled up his sleeves and planned to get down.

He saluted with Duan Ming Chong: "I have seen Concubine Ning."

Concubine Ning almost stared at him fiercely. She threw away the palace man who was holding her hand, and walked a few steps to Sui Yan's side, and said coldly: "You are really dead."

Sui Yan sighed in his heart, thinking that this woman was really stupid, and she was mad to say such things in front of the prince.

I don't know what the emperor is interested in. Could it be possible to confuse a man as long as she has a beautiful appearance?

When he thought of this, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Then logically speaking, I look better than her. Why did I show Duan Mingchong that kind of express, but he didn't show it at all?"

Sui Yan was thinking wildly while not forgetting business affairs, and was about to sneer at each other, but Duan Mingchong on the side laughed lightly.

He said slowly and softly: "The Lord Hou is naturally rich and has a long life, but I don't know if Brother Wuhuang will survive this year. It's better for Ning Niangniang to care about him."

Concubine Ning: "You..."

She was almost flushed with anger, and her fingers were shaking violently.

After Duan Ming Chong said the sentence in a gentle manner, he nodded slightly: "Don't bother Ning Niangniang to see Brother Five Emperors, Ming Chong quit."

With that, he grabbed Sui Yan's hand and walked away.

Sui Yan was the first time he saw the prince’s gentle mouth like a spring breeze, but he didn’t lose his kung fu. He just turned Concubine Ning back with a light and fluttering sentence, and looked at the beautiful face that seemed to be drawn out of anger. .

The two walked silently all the way to the gate of the East Palace. Duan Ming Chongcai let go of Sui Yan's hand and exhorted: "If you see her in the future, you don't need to say anything, just leave."

Sui Yan blinked his eyes to look at him, and did not recover for a while.

Duan Ming said: "Ayan? Did you listen?"

Sui Yan murmured: "I didn't hear it."

Duan Mingchong: "..."

Sui Yan immediately reacted, coughing dryly, "Excuse me, what did your Highness say."

Duan Mingchong shook his head helplessly and didn't repeat it.

He took Sui Yan into the East Palace, took out the cleaned clothes, and said, "Here you are, it's not dirty."

Sui Yan has some sanitary symptoms, but he is often just hypocritical in his own house. As usual, he lost everything, but Duan Mingchong personally handed it to him. He even wanted to put his clothes to sleep. Let alone throw it away.

Sui Yan took it and held it to the attendants behind him. He was thinking about the reason to stay in the East Palace for a while, and Duan Mingchong suddenly said, "I heard someone say that there seems to be a new cook in the small kitchen of the East Palace, making sweets. Very good, why don't Ayan wait to have lunch here before leaving?"

Sui Yan was stunned for a moment, then nodded desperately.

He found out that he was really lucky today. Whenever he wanted to sleep, someone would give him a pillow. When he would go back, he would go to the Yuelao Temple to worship, so that he could fulfill his long-cherished wish as soon as possible.

Sui Yan was very familiar with Donggong, and he was even more happy to be with Duan Mingchong. The two spent the morning reading and painting in the study.

At noon, the next person came to the study to report that lunch was prepared.

Sui Yan dragged Duan Mingchong to dinner.

I made a few dishes for lunch, which didn't look like the delicacies of mountains and seas, but rather like ordinary dishes in the market. The eating was quite novel.

After the two had finished their meal, they sat in the front hall with the door open, enjoying the snow and drinking tea.

After digesting, the palace man came over with a few jade dishes.

Sui Yan was sleeping on Duan Mingchong's shoulder. He sat up suddenly, smelling the smell, and muttered, "Sweet."

Duan Mingchong asked people to put the jade dish on the small case aside, and lifted the cover to prevent the heat from dissipating, revealing a few extremely delicate steamed buns.

The steamed buns in Banghualou are often kneaded with sugar, and the middle is also wrapped in a fruit candy heart made from peach nectar, which is then squeezed into a gratifying shape, and it is very unique and lovely to sell. Anyway, Sui Yan is not Wanhualou. He didn't eat his steamed buns, and people in the capital always rumored him to hang around the flowers, which added a lot of notoriety.

The secret recipe of Wanhualou steamed buns was not passed on, and the cook was very proud and couldn't dig it away. This led to Sui Yan's thoughts of robbing the cook back to the mansion several times.

Sui Yan just glanced, his eyes widened, and he shook Ming Chong's hand: "His Royal Highness, the new cook you said can still make steamed buns?!"

Duan Mingchong put one for him with chopsticks: "Try it?"

Sui Yan sang one with his hands holding the mentality of giving it a try. After taking the first bite, the starlight appeared in his eyes.

The taste of this steamed bun is the same as that of Wanhualou.

Sui Yan was too late to speak, so he picked a few of his favorite styles and ate a few, but couldn't eat it anymore.

He looked at the unfinished steamed buns with eyesight, leaned to Duan Mingchong's side, and said pitifully, "His Royal Highness, can I take it away?"

Duan Mingchong gave a dry cough and said, "If you want to eat, you can come to the East Palace at any time, and I will let you make it."

Sui Yan stepped forward and hugged Duan Mingchong's neck, rubbed him against him, and said joyfully, "Well, well, I will come back here every day in the future!"

Duan Ming Chongren smiled and said: "The weather is getting colder and colder, can you guarantee that you can afford it every day?"

Sui Yan said, "I will try my best-your royal highness, to be honest, the cook in your palace looks like the one in Wanhualou, it looks so similar, I doubt whether they are from the same clan."

Duan Mingchong turned his head unnaturally, and said vaguely, "Probably."

Sui Yan said, "But the styles are different. The people in the Hualou are very pitiful and cute animals. Sometimes people can't bear to speak. The palaces of His Royal Highness are decorated with patterns, and there is nothing I can't bear to eat. ."

Duan Mingchong: "Yes... right."

Sui Yan talked a lot, and finally let go of the topic of steamed buns.

Duan Mingchong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He stayed until the afternoon, leaving Ming Chong at the front end and asked him to make two steamed buns for him to take away, and the box was kept warm by using iron blocks and charcoal fire.

Sui Yan asked his attendants to carry him and left with a face full of joy.

After he left the palace, he did not return to the mansion, but went to Jiang Mansion first.

Jiang Enhe was in the yard watching the people making snowmen, rather absent-minded. Hearing that Sui Yan had arrived, he sadly invited people in.

Sui Yan asked someone to bring in a food box, and looked at Gannhe's apparently wilted expression, "Hey" said: "Don't be downcast, see what I brought you?"

He opened the lid of the box, revealing steaming Donggong Mantou.

Gann took a look, looked away uncharacteristically, and said, "I have no appetite."

Sui Yan said: "Don't eat?"

Gannhe: "Don't eat."

Sui Yan: "Really?"

Gannhe: "Really."

Sui Yan took one and put it in his mouth: "Okay."

He was probably still growing, and he became hungry again after walking a few steps out of the palace, and immediately ate without asking Gannhe.

After Jiang Enhe was down there for a long time, he secretly raised his head and glanced at Sui Yan who was eating Zhenghuan.

Sui Yan said vaguely: "What's the matter?"

Gann and whispered: "Don't you ask me again?"

Sui Yan: "..."

After a while, Sui Yan and Jiang Enhe sat face to face, feasting on the steamed buns.

Jiang Enhe didn’t know whether he was scalded or wronged, tears in his eyes, vaguely said: "...You said she was too much? Is it wrong for me to turn around and leave? I treat her so sincerely, she just …It's so hot, so hot!"

Sui Yan said: "She is only sixteen years old. What can she understand as a child? When you were sixteen, didn't you still quarrel with me for half a street because of a puppy?"

He was probably eating hot sweets. He is now warm and sweet, and in a much better mood. He actually followed Sui Yan's words for a while and said, "It seems to be right."

Seeing that it made sense, Sui Yan gave the last bun to Jiang Enhe compassionately, saying: "So, don't be so hypocritical, a big man, next time you encounter this situation, don't persuade you, too. Don't run, just talk to her, turn your head and run away with tears in your eyes. What's the truth? You are not ashamed of it?"

Jiang Enhe had a soft mouth after eating someone else's steamed bun, and he rarely refuted, and nodded vaguely: "This steamed bun is hot to death. Where did you bring it from?"

Sui Yan said, "I brought it from Donggong. Look at the hot charcoal in the food box."

Gann and nearly choked to death, and couldn't say anything: "East Palace? I thought it was the Hualou?"

Sui Yan: "No, it's the little kitchen of His Royal Highness that a new cook has arrived. The craftsmanship is good. Next time I will bring you other delicious foods."

Jiang Enhe swallowed his last mouthful of steamed buns, thought for a while, and said, "I think things seem to be a bit wrong."

Sui Yan: "What?"

Jiang Enhe said: "I am not in a good mood when I come back today. I originally wanted to go to Wanhualou to eat steamed buns and listen to the small song, but only then did I find out that the cook who made steamed buns in Wanhualou did not know what a serious crime was committed. It is said that he was taken into custody by the government."

Sui Yan's hand shook.

"what?"

Jiang Enhe thought about it again, and said, "Yes, when I remembered it, it seems to be saying that Wanhualou did not comply with the laws and regulations and committed a serious crime, but he did not know what, and took the cook away. Tsk, It’s really weird. I have committed a crime in Wanhualou. What is the reason for not arresting the boss and catching the cook, so I can’t even eat steamed buns now.”

Sui Yan: "..."

The author has something to say: Prince: The boss has committed a crime, catch the cook. This should be common sense.