The Eighth Prince stuck his butt out and followed Zhao Hongming as he ran all the way.
After running out of the imperial garden, the Eighth Prince panted and said, "Fifth brother, what are we going to do next?"
Zhao Hongming smiled and said: "Of course it's fish soup."
At this time, the Eighth Prince looked carefully at the fish in Zhao Hongming's hand.
Even if he didn't understand it, he could still tell that this fish was extraordinary and felt that it was a little different from the Yin Lingzi he knew.
When he thought of this, he, who was already guilty, became even more guilty and began to lose his own opinion.
"Fifth brother, do you think this fish was specially raised in the well by someone else?"
"We've caught all the fish, it's useless for you to talk any more." Zhao Hongming picked up the fish in his hand and said: "It's been a long time since we caught this fish, and it may not survive if we put it back. Let's go to the dining room! "
Zhao Hongming carried the 'Silver Lingzi' and several people quickly rushed to the inner dining room and asked the cook to make soup for him.
In the Imperial Palace of the Wei Dynasty, there were many palaces and courtyards, most of which had their own dining rooms.
And they are distinguished according to the status of the owner of the palace.
The lower the status, the smaller the dining room and the fewer dishes. Among the many dining rooms, the largest one is the imperial dining room that serves the emperor.
This is the difference between the inner dining room and the imperial dining room.
In addition, the Guangdong Imperial Kitchen is also an exclusive agency under the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which is specially used to manage the catering and ceremonial banquets of royal members in the palace.
Zhao Hongming brought the eighth prince to his dining room.
After he received his salary a few days ago, he asked the dining room to adjust his diet extra, so he was no longer surprised by Zhao Hongming's various strange requests.
Just do what you are told.
Zhao Hongguang suddenly thought of something and hurriedly reminded: "Don't remove the gills, scales, and internal organs of this fish. Just put it in the pot and simmer it over high heat."
The chefs in the dining room were stunned when they heard this request. They had never heard such a request from people eating fish.
However, the servant waiter chef didn't say much and started stewing the fish according to Zhao Hongguang's request.
Soon, a milky white fish soup was presented in front of the Zhao Hongming brothers.
A rich aroma wafts from the casserole.
Zhao Hongguang couldn't wait to open the lid of the casserole and found that the soup was white, but the fish inside was missing. He said angrily: "My fish is gone. Could it be that you have eaten it because of your greed?"
The chef who presented the fish soup quickly knelt down and hurriedly explained: "Go back to Your Highness, how can we slaves dare to be greedy? All the fish Your Highness brought has melted into this soup."
Hearing the chef's explanation, Zhao Hongguang was a little hesitant: "Get out of here."
"Yes." The chef was relieved.
The little eunuch beside him took two bowls, filled two bowls of fish soup and placed them in front of the two of them.
Zhao Hongming took the bowl, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, smelling the rich aroma of the fish soup.
He put the bowl to his mouth and took a careful sip.
This fish soup was made by the chef in front of the two brothers, without any possibility of manipulation.
Otherwise, given his character, he would definitely have to be given a try.
After taking a sip, Zhao Hongming felt a little strange. The fish soup smelled very fragrant, but it had no taste after actually drinking it.
Zhao Hongguang on the side said with some disgust: "Why does this have no taste at all? It's just like drinking clear soup with little water."
He turned to look at Zhao Hongming: "Fifth Brother, has there been any change after drinking it? I heard that this fish soup is very tonic and can moisturize the internal organs."
Zhao Hongming looked at the fish soup in his hand in trance.
There seems to be some change in the body, but it's not obvious yet.
He didn't hesitate to pick up the bowl and drink it all in one gulp.
After finishing this bowl of fish soup, Zhao Hongming did not feel like he had taken the elixir before, at least the energy in his body was not replenished.
But what puzzled him was that under such circumstances, the longevity energy running throughout the body became smoother.
how so?
At this time, a force of energy rose up in him.
Somehow, it was as if some kind of restraint had been suppressed by another piece of luck.
Zhao Hongming suddenly sat up from his chair.
He knew what had changed.
It is the fate of the country.
This bowl of fish soup reduced the constraints placed on him by the national destiny by at least 30%.
Therefore, without any increase in the energy of his body, his longevity energy circulated faster.
Zhao Hongming looked at the bowl of fish soup and murmured: "Lao Ba, can Yin Lingzi suppress the national destiny?"
"Huh? No, it's just a fish. It's not that magical."
"Oh." Zhao Hongming filled a bowl of fish soup again, and after drinking a bowl, the previous situation didn't happen again.
It seems that it only works the first time you drink it.
Zhao Hongming suddenly said to him: "Lao Ba, I think what we caught today is definitely not Yin Lingzi."
"It's not Yin Lingzi, what is it?"
"I don't know either."
Zhao Hongguang looked at Zhao Hongming's solemn expression and said nervously: "Fifth brother, we won't get into trouble, will we?"
"You still know how to cause trouble?" Zhao Hongming said: "You looked so high-spirited when you pulled me over, but you gave up so quickly?"
Zhao Hongguang muttered: "I heard that Fifth Brother is practicing martial arts, so I want to replenish Fifth Brother's body."
"Just pretend you don't know anything about this. If something bad happens in the future, just blame it on me. Anyway, I am alone and have nothing to worry about."
"I know that Fifth Brother is loyal enough."
Zhao Hongming said: "Since I have shouldered so much for you, don't drink this fish soup. Give it all to me."
"ah!"
After saying that, Zhao Hongming drank the rest of the fish soup in one gulp regardless of whether the Eighth Prince agreed or not.
After fishing, Zhao Hongguang became disinterested and had no intention of staying any longer.
Seeing Zhao Hongguang leaving, Zhao Hongming said: "Guard Chang, find a good fishing rod from my palace's warehouse and follow me to the Imperial Garden again."
Chang Wuyi clasped his fists and said yes.
Soon, Zhao Hongming left and returned to the ancient well.
He looked around and saw that the whitebait from before was gone.
Zhao Hongming took the fishing rod and tried again, but there was no response.
"Could it be the Qi of longevity?"
He remembered that it was only after he circulated the immortal energy that the fish at the bottom of the well took the bait.
Zhao Hongming thought it was very possible, so he circulated his immortality energy and continued to try.
However, he ran it for more than a dozen days, and the progress on the martial arts board increased, but there was still no movement.
"Your Highness, it's almost time for you, we should go back."
"It seems like this can only happen by chance."
Zhao Hongming finally gave up.
He tidied up a little, put away all the fishing gear, and left the imperial garden through the purple bamboo forest.
On the way back, Zhao Hongming accidentally ran into Feng Dabao. He did not dare to be indifferent to the celebrity around his father: "Eunuch Feng."
"I have met His Highness." Feng Dabao bowed and greeted with a smile on his face.
Zhao Hongming remembered something and said, "I have to thank Eunuch Feng for the salary."
"Your Highness, there is no need to thank me. This is His Majesty's care for Your Highness. If Your Highness wants to thank me, he should also thank Your Majesty."
"That's what Eunuch Feng taught you. It's getting late, so I'll go back first."
Feng Dabao took a step back, got out of the way and said, "Your Highness."
Looking at Zhao Hongming's leaving figure, Feng Dabao was thoughtful, always feeling that his body was full of vitality and blood, like the sun that had just risen in the morning.
This is the feeling that a martial artist can only have when he has reached the second level of opening the pulse.
Could it be that His Highness the Fifth Prince has reached this level in a short period of time?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
There is no one in the world who can open two meridians in less than a month.
What's more, the fifth prince is still a member of the royal family, so it is more difficult to open his pulse.
I must have seen it wrong.
