The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Ha ha ha ha ha, your Highness Princess, you are really interesting."

Huiye smiles like a successful child in a prank. Jiang qianxia's face is not very good. She is grinding her teeth. She suddenly smiles charming again.

"But your royal highness is very comfortable in the evening. Do you really need me at night?"

"No, thanks!"

As soon as his back cooled, Jiang qianxia didn't have the mind to wonder if he had been fooled. Three or two people stuffed Matcha snacks on the edge of the hot spring, dipped their whole body into the hot spring and splashed twice, and then got up and prepared to escape.

No matter how Huiye advised him, Jiang qianxia unswervingly changed into clean inner clothes on his own, wondering whether to change clothes and make up directly and prepare to attend the Palace Banquet later.

When changing clothes, Huiye put forward different opinions and said that she had prepared the most luxurious twelve orders in Fusang. Jiang qianxia declined more firmly!

Twelve orders are indeed luxurious, but the clothes weighing more than ten kilograms are pressed on her layer by layer. She is crazy to experience it for a moment of freshness!

Not only refused the clothes provided by Huiye, Jiang qianxia didn't let her make up for herself.

After limitless cooperation brought her the makeup box, Jiang qianxia excitedly opened the makeup box on the fourth floor, took out a pile of bottles and cans and painted them on his face.

"Throw away what you wipe later. It looks white, but it's bad for your health. I'll give you a set. The first layer is for daily skin care, the second layer is for sunscreen isolation, the third layer is for bottom makeup, the fourth layer is for color makeup, and there is a makeup brush in the drawer next to it. Remember to wash it in a period of time and dry it in the shade."

He generously stuffed a whole red paint makeup box into the flattered Huiye. Jiang qianxia subconsciously pondered the cosmetics business of wanbaoge in Fusang, and slapped himself a little - now is not the time to focus on making money, business matters!

Wearing delicate but not flashy makeup, wearing plain brocade and Shu brocade, Jiang qianxia managed to hold back his hasty pace and went to the banquet.

The imperial palace of emperor Fusang must be several times smaller than that of his majesty Li Guangxiao, but it is more exquisite and elegant.

His majesty, the emperor of the upper palace, sitting at the top, can also be regarded as the Ming king of the previous generation. That is, he vigorously praised the promotion of Buddhism in Fusang and worked out a lot of definitions of good morality according to the Confucian culture of Daqian.

He sent envoys to study in Dachan and actively followed the rich and advanced Dachan, which made Fusang a big step towards civilization in just over ten years.

It can be said that this is an era of Mingjun. There are Mingjun in Daqian and Fusang. The most important thing is that the Mingjun in Fusang admires Daqian's monarch and has received enough benefits from Daqian's Secret - the incoming emperor was killed by the secret help, and then the king of the upper palace can succeed to the throne and carry out reform.

Oh, by the way, the reform has touched the interests of many famous places. His majesty, the emperor of the upper palace, can sit firmly on the throne and live wide and fat without secret credit.

No, just sat down. Jiang qianxia noticed that a father-in-law standing next to the emperor nodded at her very kindly

"Royal Highness Princess, lonely, glad you are here!"

The emperor of the upper palace lifted his ass from his kneeling leg, straightened his waist, raised his wine glass, looked around for a week, combined with the lively cheers and compliments of other adults in the hall, as if he was ready to talk deeply about the origin, friendly feelings and spirit of mutual assistance between Fusang and Daqian. Jiang qianxia will definitely listen to sleeping words.

In order to save his numb leg, Jiang qianxia grabbed the opportunity to break his sentence, fiercely stood up, took a heroic drink with a wine glass, and grabbed the words into his hand.

"Dear emperor of the upper palace, before our palace came, our emperor Daqian also asked our palace to say hello to you and ordered our palace to bring gifts. I hope your majesty of the upper palace will like it."

The emperor, who was interrupted by his speech, was straightforwardly distracted by Jiang qianxia. He looked around the hall for a week with pride and said, "Oh, what gift is it? I can't wait to see it."

With a sigh of relief, Jiang qianxia clapped his hands and slowly came in with the ghost slaves with plates. People could not forget their peerless face, which made the adults in the hall whisper. They felt that Da Qian was worthy of heaven and earth. Any attendant could look like this.

Boundless turned a blind eye to these "inexperienced" people, lightly stopped in the hall, gracefully opened the red cloth covered on the three plates, and then recited it in a cool tone according to the bragging manuscript prepared by Jiang qianxia in advance.

Three ordinary plates. After uncovering the red cloth, the adults in Fusang said that it was false not to be disappointed. After all, people like to see those shiny treasures, so even the exclamation already prepared was stuck in their throat.

But after the boundless explanation, their eyes widened again. His majesty couldn't sit still. He ran down the stage wearing socks and grabbed the design drawing of the seismograph. He wanted to hide it in his underwear.

Seismograph, this thing is in Fusang. It's an artifact used to save lives! Who doesn't know that Fusang shakes twice when it's all right. The house won't dare to build higher. We have to use whatever material is light, otherwise people will die when the house collapses.

Many scholars have studied it. The reason why Fusang people always want to develop abroad is largely related to the continuous earthquakes - they don't feel safe on the island, so they always think about changing a safe place.

The emperor studied the design drawing as if there were no one else. Although he finally realized that he couldn't understand anything, it didn't hinder him from being happy, because he didn't believe that Jiang qianxia would come all the way and deceive him with a fake drawing.

Reluctantly put the design drawings back on the plate. The emperor was excited about corn and potatoes. He raised his hands and wandered around the hall, like a passionate product salesman, telling the nobles how big the output of these two kinds of grain is, how good they are, and how many soldiers they can feed.

His eyes narrowed slightly. Jiang qianxia couldn't help thinking about it. After he went back, he should say to sichen to clean up the spies of these vassal states in Daqian.

In the last Confucian classics, only the scholars present offered it as a treasure, and the emperor was very happy, and the nobles were somewhat discouraged.

After a lively treasure offering, Jiang qianxia didn't wait for the emperor to calm down. He directly came to the palace in two steps and asked earnestly.

"Your Majesty, the emperor of the upper palace, Daqian and Fusang have been friends since ancient times. Now Koryo barbarians are stationed at the border, threatening the safety of our Daqian. As an ally of Daqian, our palace sincerely requests you to send part of your navy to deter ignorant Koryo in the East!"

Unexpectedly, Jiang qianxia couldn't wait for a day. The emperor of the upper palace was slightly stunned, smiled and nodded kindly.

"Of course, Daqian is the suzerain state. Fighting with the suzerain state is the highest honor of all Fusang warriors!"

"The lone general sent General Toyoda to take 30000 warriors to sea to deter Korea. Once they dare to do anything wrong to Daqian, 30000 warriors will directly go ashore, sweep Korea and point at their king capital!"

"Great! Thank you, your majesty!"

Holding the emperor's hand excitedly, Jiang qianxia said excitedly with red cheeks: "in addition, the palace also wants to ask you to pay more attention to the news of Daqian North Xinjiang. If there is any trouble, you must inform me in time!"

The emperor of Shanggong tightly held Jiang qianxia's hand back, and then shook his head in embarrassment.

"There's nothing I can do about it. The north of Daqian is too far from Fusang. The news can reach Kyoto as soon as possible, and it will take at least more than a month..."

"More than a month?! after a month, the news is useless! If something happens to my husband, I'll go back when I get the news. It's too late to collect the body, okay!"

Forgetting how difficult it is to deliver news from a long distance in this era, Jiang qianxia's eyes are completely red.