At this time, he still didn’t know that so many things had happened in Wende Palace after he left. What's more, he didn't know that Huang Qiong, who almost succeeded in King Yong's random attempt to secure a matchmaker. While he was practicing calligraphy with his younger sister Shou Yang, he was waiting for a reply from his mother who was looking at the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra" he got from the Shaolin Temple.
After getting this "Marrow Cleansing Sutra", Huang Qiong was somewhat eager to practice it. It's just that he doesn't know whether the kung fu he has practiced conflicts with the kung fu recorded in the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra" and the internal kung fu taught to him by his mother. Therefore, as soon as he returned to Tingxuexuan, he handed over this inner skill book to his mother and asked her to help him check it.
He didn't want to go crazy and get hemiplegic or something like that because of his internal skills. But this secret book really made him feel itchy.
However, after carefully reading the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra", the answer given by his mother disappointed him. It's not that Huang Qiong can't practice this internal skill, it's that Huang Qiong's internal skill has already achieved some success, and it doesn't matter whether he practices it or not. Moreover, he has lost his virginity, so even if he practices it, it will have no effect.
Seeing Huang Qiong's somewhat disappointed expression after hearing her answer, her mother said calmly: "You don't have to be too regretful. To practice this kind of internal skill, you must have a state of mind that is indifferent to all fame and wealth. There are many complicated things in your heart, and you have nothing to do with it. It is impossible to be like a Buddhist who escapes from the world of mortals and is not in the realm of the Five Elements."
"Besides, most of the Buddhist internal skills require a child's body to be practiced. You are no longer a child, and even if you practice it reluctantly, you will get twice the result with half the effort. If you have these skills, it is better to put them on top of our own internal skills. This is Although our internal strength is not as famous as Shaolin Temple, it is not weaker than Shaolin Temple."
"It's a pity that our martial arts has very high requirements for men. They need to keep their vitality intact before reaching a certain level. If you lose your virginity too early, it will be difficult for you to improve your internal skills. I didn't expect that. A few days after you left the palace, something like that happened. This is your fate, and it is something that no one can change."
"You must know that there are times in life that must be fulfilled, and there is no time in life. Don't force it. You don't have any regrets. Since the matter has already happened, just face it calmly. I will put this book here first. You can't practice, but Jingniang or Shouyang might be able to do it. Especially Shouyang, his foundation and qualifications are not bad, and his mind is purer than you who thought about things and things all day long."
"If you educate yourself carefully, your future achievements will only be higher than yours. Jing Niang is not bad, but it's a pity that she is a bit old and her body bones have grown. If you want to adjust the day after tomorrow, you can only look at her opportunities. If Shouyang can After teaching it, it can be considered as an explanation for me to the teacher."
After hearing what his mother said, Huang Qiong said in confusion: "Mother, no matter what, my son can be considered a member of the sect. I think as long as my son practices hard, he will definitely not go to the point of embarrassing the sect. With your son here, why do you have to worry about explaining things to the master?"
In response to Huang Qiong's answer, her mother shook her head and said: "You have too many chores and your mind is too complicated. It is difficult to go too far in martial arts, and you cannot pass on the sect at all. Besides, all the masters of our sect have been Although the sect says that marriage is not allowed, it is required to be a woman. You are a man, so you cannot inherit the sect."
Having said this, her mother looked back at Shouyang, who was trying to sit up straight and painting red lines carefully. She hesitated for a moment and then said: "Although Shouyang is young, his ambition is much stronger than yours. You have such a temper. If you are too tactful and try hard to do some things, you may not actually do them well."
"Besides, although I am not a monk, I belong to the Taoist sect. What Taoism emphasizes is tranquility and inaction, and you are far behind in this regard. You can barely be regarded as a closed disciple at most. As for the inheritance of the sect, it is me. You can't even do it, let alone you who don't have a successor?"
Huang Qiong's mother's words made Huang Qiong feel ashamed and ashamed. To be honest, his mother had never told him what his mother's sect was, where it was, and what sect it was. Now Huang Qiong wants to go to the mountain gate to worship, but he doesn't know where to go.
Originally, Huang Qiong didn't know what his mother really meant, but now it seems that his mother thinks that he is not qualified to inherit the sect. It's even possible that his mother thought that he might, probably, even possibly do something that would bring shame to the master. That's why he didn't tell him who his master was.
Huang Qiong didn't know why her mother thought this way or did what she did. Is it just because I am a man, or because of my origin? My mother's master's sect is probably the same as the Shaolin Temple, the ancestral enemy of the Qi Dynasty, but this is not like it.
After thinking about it, Huang Qiong turned to look at the little sister over there, swallowed her saliva and carefully asked what she had always wanted to ask: "Mother, Shouyang is so cute, are you really willing to let her go?" Let her suffer the same sins that I suffered when I was a child? Also, when did you go to see Queen Daxing? How come your son didn’t know about it? Can Queen Daxing accept what you have done? "
Speaking of this, Huang Qiong hesitated for a moment and then said: "Perhaps Queen Daxing hopes that Shouyang will be safe and live a stable life. After all, she is just a girl. Mother, you want Shouyang to be safe." Isn’t it a little thoughtless to cultivate the person you are?”
Looking at Huang Qiong who looked confused, her mother said calmly: "If it weren't for the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra" you brought back, maybe she would have experienced what you have experienced. But with this "Marrow Cleansing Sutra" "Marrow Cleansing Sutra", you can get twice the result with half the effort in practicing Qigong. At least, you don't have to suppress the dryness in a cold place like you."
"As for other things, this is not something you should worry about. What she thinks, I know better than you. We knew each other before she married your father. It's just that we have gone through so much. I didn't even think about it at the time. Don't always think about some things. I will tell you when it's time to tell you."
At this point, her mother stopped talking to Huang Qiong. Over there, Shouyang, who had finished tracing the big characters, excitedly held up the finished characters and ran to his mother and shouted: "Mother, Shouyang has finished writing. Look at the characters written by Shouyang, are they right?" A lot of progress compared to yesterday?”
Shouyang's address almost made Huang Qiong fall off his chair. This little girl changed her tune too quickly. And she has never called her mother "mother concubine" like other princes and princesses. Instead, she directly calls her mother "mother" using the common title. This little girl has an unusually sweet mouth.
What surprised him even more was that his mother hugged Shouyang who was running towards him. Pulling out a silk scarf, Shouyang wiped his face carefully with a loving look on his face, which was stained with ink here and there. After wiping it clean, he said with satisfaction: "Shouyang's handwriting is becoming more and more beautiful. In the future, Shouyang's handwriting will definitely be more beautiful than my mother's handwriting."
Shouyang, who was praised by his mother, looked at Huang Qiong with pride, and kept slapping himself with his little hands to encourage him. At this moment, looking at the mother and daughter clinging to each other, although Huang Qiong didn't feel any jealousy, she felt somewhat disappointed. Because he knew that from now on, his mother no longer belonged to him alone.
When I was a child, my mother rarely seemed to be kind to me, and I couldn't even think about such tenderness. Thinking of this, Huang Qiong couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh: "Do sons really have no human rights? Is it true that only daughters are caring little cotton-padded jackets?"
However, for Huang Qiong, who was half pitiful and half distressed for this young girl, the sense of loss in her heart was fleeting. Faced with his younger sister showing off to him, Huang Qiong adjusted his mentality in the shortest time and pinched Shouyang, who had obviously gained a lot of weight in front of his mother.
He said with a smile: "Shouyang's handwriting has improved. Brother Ninth, think about what kind of reward you can give Shouyang. Well, today, Brother Ninth will cook in person and make some delicious food for Shouyang as a good reward." Come to Shouyang. Brother Ninth promises that whatever he cooks for Shouyang today will always be the best food that Shouyang has never eaten before."
Huang Qiong did what he said, rolled up his sleeves and turned around to go to the kitchen. I heard that Xuexuan has its own kitchen, so Huang Qiong doesn't have to go to the imperial dining room. After sending the eunuch to the imperial kitchen to retrieve what he needed, Huang Qiong started to take care of things without saying a word. Since there weren't many people eating, Huang Qiong didn't have to worry too much.
He made a fried eggplant box and a pot of meat, and for vegetarian dishes, he made a dish of vinegared cabbage and a dish of spinach. I also made cold skin by myself, using a few vegetables to make a colorful skin. It's a pity that this cold dish lacks chili oil and the taste is a bit worse. However, considering that Shouyang was still young, Huang Qiong didn't care even though he had some small regrets.
Today’s protagonist is Shouyang, so Huang Qiong made the hotpot pork that was loved by men, women, old and young in his previous life in the Northeast. This dish is sweet and sour. In his previous life, it was a popular dish among men, women, and children. It is especially loved by children and is called a children's special dish.
Unfortunately, corn had not yet spread into China at this time. Otherwise, Huang Qiong would definitely give this sister the pine nuts and corn that children like to eat more. Huang Qiong originally wanted to make a dish of snowy bean paste, but she was afraid that the girl would eat it and refused to eat the staple food. Huang Qiong still made up her mind to make it for the girl next time.
When Huang Qiong made two meat and two vegetables plus a cold dish, a soup made from pork bones, vermicelli and rapeseed, and dumplings stuffed with cucumber, shrimp, and pork that he personally gave to this girl. When it was served to the table, my mother was stunned. She could hardly believe that these dishes, which were delicious, delicious, and delicious, were actually made by her own son.
But when Huang Qiong served the dishes he had prepared, he unexpectedly discovered that his father, the emperor, had come uninvited. It was obvious that the emperor was also attracted by the dishes that Huang Qiong had cooked with his own hands. He had never heard of the dishes, let alone eaten them.
At present, Daqi's meals are changing from steaming, which is traditional in Chinese history, to a time when a hundred flowers are blooming. Although frying has become popular among the people, traditional steaming is still the main method in the palace. Although steaming is more nutritious, the problem is that the taste is much different.
In fact, the skills of the chefs in the imperial kitchen are not very good. A truly skilled master chef, just like a truly capable doctor, few would be willing to work as a servant in the imperial kitchen where they might lose their heads. What's more, working in the imperial kitchen is basically equivalent to serving an iron rice bowl. There is no performance appraisal in this era, so everyone should be pretty much the same.
