Almost no one can resist the aroma of real roasted mutton.
What's more, His Highness the Crown Prince has been talking about roasted mutton these days. Naturally, I can't get what I want, so I sleep hard and think about it, and I toss and turn leisurely.
Of course, the person who could make the six-year-old prince of the Dali Dynasty toss and turn would not be some so-called sweetheart on the water side. The little kid at this age likes nothing more than eating and making trouble.
"Your Highness?" Qing'er was on duty in Linzhi Hall tonight. She heard something moving in the Prince's tent, so she picked up a glass lamp and walked over like a kitten, "Your Highness, I'm thirsty and want some soup." ?”
"I'm hungry." Mu Yunzheng was wrapped in a quilt and muttered while punching his fists. He seemed to be complaining that the skills of the palace cooks were getting worse and worse...
Qing'er smiled and looked at the little kid in front of him who was about the same age as his own brother. He couldn't help but adopt the tone of a gentle elder sister and coaxed: "Your Highness, do you want to use some snacks? I asked Chunyan to draw the hot ones." Could you please bring in the yam and fried milk?"
His Highness is young and has always loved these sweets.
Mu Yunzheng raised his arms and shouted: "I want to eat meat!"
Eating meat...it's not a good idea to eat meat at this time of day.
Qiao Ergong generally started to persuade, but Mu Yunzheng was too lazy to listen carefully. He just stuffed his feet into his shoes and socks, then randomly put on his robe and shirt, and "dengdengdengdeng" he left the Linzhi Hall like a whirlwind.
Hum hum, he has already smelled it!
At this moment, Cen Xijin and the other four were surrounded by the palace ladies.
"What are you doing? How dare you set up a charcoal fire to roast mutton outside the Linzhi Palace without permission? Do you still have His Highness the Crown Prince and the East Palace in your eyes?!"
The person who spoke was the eldest palace maid Yun Xiang.
Yunxiang scolded Wang Xiang for a long time. She knelt down on the ground and howled softly, but she secretly protected her pretty face tightly. She didn't see any tears, but in her heart I lamented that I was not lucky this time.
This Yunxiang is not an ordinary palace maid. She is one of the palace maids of Chengqian Palace. She has served the queen since she was a child. Compared with Liuying, her status is not lower than that of Liuying. Later, she was transferred to Chengqian Palace, although it was not as good as before. She is so glorious as the one who can call the wind and rain, but no one in the Sixth Palace knows that she is here to make things happen for the Queen.
Alas, after finally doing bad things, I met this Zhenshan Tai Sui. I was really unlucky.
Babao shrugged his head as if he had made a mistake, and his expression was not very good, but he was not lying on the ground howling like Wang Xiang.
Cen Xijin and Si Xi both had dark faces, Si Xi grinned like a fool, Cen Xijin breathlessly counted the ants on the ground, only blinking occasionally.
These two silly black girls really make a couple, which makes people laugh.
Among the second-class maids, Mo'er, who had the most bold and cheerful temperament, saw that Yun Xiang didn't pay attention and just covered her mouth and snickered.
The little maids following behind also started whispering.
At this time, the prince came.
When Mu Yunzheng saw her for the first time, he suddenly felt a subtle feeling like a young woman in my heart.
The so-called golden wind and jade dew meet each other...
The so-called star sinks to the bottom of the sea and meets you through the window...
The so-called beauty is on the water side...
There is a kind of fate that means nothing matters.
This look is like the green lotus blooming in the cold winter night.
At this glance, I just felt that the sparse stars in the sky turned into bright lights all over the world.
"It's you?"
Seeing Wang Xiang again, Mu Yunzheng felt his heart tremble. It seemed as if a flag was hung in his heart, swaying gently in the wind, like the soft mud and moss in the stream, weak but tenacious entangled with his own body. Feet.
As for a certain female pig trotter who came from time-to-time, she was counting how many ants the roasted mutton would attract, and she just stood there obediently in front of the backdrop.
When His Royal Highness the Crown Prince threw a hydrangea ball, Wang Xiang was not an idiot, so there was no reason why he would not accept it.
She raised her head shyly, turned her head slightly sideways to reveal her signature delicate face, and said softly: "This servant bumped into His Highness during the day, and felt uneasy, so he asked several sisters to do it together. After this roasted mutton dish, I only hope that His Highness will think of the goodness of roasted mutton and forgive me!"
"Your name is Wang Xiang, right?" Mu Yunzheng scratched his head. It is said that this beautiful young lady is the niece of Empress Dowager De.
Wang Xiang's eyes were red with excitement, and he was about to agree, but Die'er interrupted him lukewarmly and said mockingly: "Your Highness, her name is Xiangyu now - she is the one who took it during the day." The one who poured tea on you.”
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the maids of honor changed.
How dare this wretched servant throw tea at His Highness? He really deserves to be beaten to death with eighty bullets!
What makes the palace maids even more angry is that they don't know who made the decision. This matter was actually kept secret from them, without even a trace being exposed - could it be a challenge to their authority?
Mu Yunzheng pouted. He didn't get burned. It didn't matter much at all. How could roasting mutton be as important? He then smiled and said, "Since Xiangyu is so troubled, I won't worry about things during the day." Investigated.”
"Thank you, Your Highness, for your kindness!" Wang Xiang burst into tears, pretending to be so grateful that he was about to burst into tears.
It's so cold... Cen Xijin sniffed and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling happy for Wang Xiang.
After dealing with Wang Xiang's matter, Mu Yunzheng, regardless of the objections of all the palace maids, picked up a bunch of roasted mutton and after just smelling it for a few times, he praised it: "It tastes exactly like this."
So he started eating.
While he was eating there, several senior palace maids persuaded him:
"Your Highness, please eat less. It's easy to accumulate food at this hour!" the mother-in-law said with sincerity.
"Your Highness, please be patient, the bamboo stick is pointed, be careful not to prick your mouth..." The mother-in-law, who was observing carefully, said No. 2 Bee'er.
"Your Highness, be careful because it's hot. Oh, I don't know if it's clean or not. Will it cause diarrhea after eating it? What if something goes wrong?" said the mother-in-law, No. 3 Die'er, who had ulterior motives.
"Your Highness, how does this roasted mutton compare with the one sent by the Shangshan Supervisor?" Seeing the prince eating so happily, Mo'er also started to enjoy it in high spirits. It tasted so fragrant that even she was a little excited. Hungry is coming.
Mu Yunzheng, who had turned on the Fengjuanwanyun mode, had just finished eating a bunch and handed the bamboo stick to Moerwen. Cen Xijin, who was sitting by the charcoal fire brushing the seasonings, saw this and silently handed another bunch over. Mu Yunzheng was overjoyed. He held his palm and said: "Reward——"
reward? Rewards to whom?
Reward Wang Xiang? Reward eight treasures? Or should I appreciate this discerning little palace maid? Or should these roasted mutton be rewarded to everyone in the East Palace?
Yue Xiangpi, who had been left aside for a long time, smiled and added considerately: "Your Highness said the reward is to be rewarded to the person who made the roasted mutton in the first place."
These words sounded very gentle, and it was a good thing to go up to receive the reward, but all the ladies in the palace felt shuddering, who dared to go up and cause such bad luck!
Mu Yunzheng nodded: "Of course it is, but is it the Eight Treasures?"
The best cook in his palace is Babao, but here she is.
Babao's heart trembled when his name was called, and he shook his head like a rattle. He waved his hands and said: "Your Highness, it was not the slave who made the leader, it was her, she -"
Then everyone looked at the charcoal-faced Cen Xijin.
