After the Divorce, I Was Spoiled By the Prince

Zhang Jixiang heard the conversation between Qin Zhao's master and servant, and actually felt that it was too much to borrow Baoyu.

In particular, this matter was brought up by him. At that time, he only said that the dishes made by Baoyu were delicious. He wanted the emperor to come to Jinyang Palace for dinner. Who knew that the emperor would directly take Baoyu away.

Then Baoyu came, and before leaving, she reluctantly looked back at Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao smiled when he saw this scene, and waved at her: "Don't worry, they will take care of Ben Gong with Baozhu, and Ben Gong will not starve to death."

Baoyu slumped and followed Zhang Jixiang away.

So much so that when she went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, she still couldn't lift her spirits.

Seeing Baoyu's dejected look, Xiao Ce asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"The slaves are worried that the concubine will not be able to eat the dishes made by other people." Baoyu replied weakly.

"This..." Xiao Ce did not expect Baoyu to give such an answer.

Zhang Jixiang was determined to mend the prison, and said, "Would you like to invite your concubine to the Hall of Mental Cultivation for dinner?"

Xiao Ce felt that this was a way, so he said, "Precise play."

Zhang Jixiang didn't expect Xiao Ce to be so good at talking, so he went to Jinyang Palace to convey Xiao Ce's oral order as soon as possible.

Qin Zhao laughed after hearing this: "Bengong won't go, Baozhu and the others will also cook, and Igong is fine. You tell Baoyu, let her be at ease in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and you don't need to worry about Bengong."

Zhang Jixiang became anxious when he heard this: "Is your mother really not going to the Hall of Mental Cultivation for dinner?"

Qin Zhao said sternly: "After all, it is the Hall of Mental Cultivation. It is better for this palace to go less. Your kindness will be appreciated by this palace."

Seeing Qin Zhao's expression, Zhang Jixiang knew that Qin Zhao was not joking.

If it were other concubines and concubines in the harem, if they had the opportunity to eat with the emperor, they would definitely seize such an opportunity, but the imperial concubine was just the opposite.

After that, he returned to the imperial palace and replied: "The noble concubine said that she was afraid of disturbing the emperor, so she did not come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

Xiao Ce showed no expression, waved his hand, and Zhang Jixiang stepped aside to wait.

When Xiao Ce was busy, Baoyu brought the freshly stewed soup.

Xiao Ce has never been interested in making soup, but Baoyu's stewed soup has a special fragrance, and even he couldn't help but take a second glance.

Zhang Jixiang understood, and took a bowl of soup to Xiao Ce: "Do you want the emperor to drink a bowl?"

Xiao Ce smelled good, so he tried a sip, and felt good, and quickly finished a bowl of soup.

In this way, a cup of soup quickly bottomed out.

Zhang Jixiang saw it in his eyes and felt joy in his heart, and he quietly extended his thumb to Baoyu.

Seeing this, Baoyu brought the empty stewing pot out of the Xinuan Pavilion.

She is the person by the concubine's side, and now she is serving in front of the emperor, so she has to be careful, otherwise it doesn't matter if she is punished, and it will be impossible for the concubine to be implicated.

Baoyu's idea is very simple. The person behind her is the noble concubine, not only can't drag the noble concubine's hind legs, but also can't lose the noble concubine's face, so she has to find a way to please the emperor's stomach.

When it was time for dinner, Baoyu prepared for two hours, and finally made eight dishes and one soup.

Zhang Jixiang felt that the dishes were a little less, but he also knew Baoyu's ability. Baoyu's eight dishes must be more practical than the eight dishes prepared by the royal chef.

Facts have proved that his idea was right. The long live Lord, who had not eaten much for the past two days, had a great appetite tonight. Not only did he eat a bowl of rice, but all the dishes were almost eaten up by the emperor.

Even Xiao Ce himself never thought that he could eat so much, and he could eat so much. He could only say that the dishes made by Baoyu tasted very good and fit his taste.

After eating and drinking, Xiao Ce gave Baoyu a lot of rewards when he was happy.

Xiao Ce also specifically asked Baoyu what kind of reward he wanted, and Baoyu's answer was simple: "Being able to share the emperor's worries and relieve labor is the blessing of a slave and a concubine, and seeing the emperor eating happily is more important than anything else. ."

Xiao Ce's first impression upon hearing this was that it was someone who was taught by Concubine Qin, who spoke and did things in an orderly manner, and was not arrogant or impetuous.

Baoyu also prepared desserts, but seeing that Lord Wansui had eaten too much for dinner, he changed his mind temporarily and went to prepare a dessert for digestion.

After it was done, it was sent to Xiao Ce.

Xiao Ce really ate a little more, and his stomach was feeling a little uncomfortable. When he saw the small bowl of dessert brought by Baoyu, and heard that Baoyu said it was for digestion, he ate it without saying a word.

Not only did the dessert taste good, but after eating the dessert, the bloating feeling disappeared miraculously, which made him look very happy.

Seeing that he had nothing to do with himself, Baoyu left the warm house.

Zhang Jixiang watched Baoyu walk away, and sighed: "It is still the noble concubine who taught me well. Baoyu was frizzy when he first entered the palace, but he is not as stable as he is now."

Xiao Ce was also very satisfied with Baoyu: "The imperial concubine really has a way of teaching people."

Their children are also taught well.

Xiao Ce was satisfied with Baoyu's cooking skills, as well as Qin Zhao. After he was done, seeing that it was still early, he suddenly flipped Qin Zhao's brand.

Qin Zhao didn't expect to turn over her brand at this hour. She had just finished bathing the child, and she had finished bathing herself, so she planned to take the child to bed earlier.

Zhang Jixiang brought the imperial decree, but she could not resist the decree, so she handed the little atom to Baozhu, and she went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

She actually didn't expect that she would be exposed to Baoyu's light, because Baoyu made Xiao Ce eat and drink enough, so she was also flipped over, which made her laugh and laugh.

After seeing Xiao Ce, Qin Zhao invited An immediately.

She had just finished bathing, and there was a faint scent of soap on her body. Xiao Ce reached out and pulled her closer, facing her calm eyes.

"I flipped over the brand of Concubine Ai, Concubine Ai doesn't seem very happy?" Xiao Ce looked at Qin Zhao for a moment and asked in a low voice.

Qin Zhao felt that it would be better not to tell the truth, so he replied, "It's an honor for a courtier and concubine to be able to serve the bed, how could you be unhappy?"

But not so happy?

When he was happy, he flipped over her sign, but he just happened to think of her, and this time, because the food made by Baoyu suits his appetite, she was drenched in it.

Whether or not she can serve the bed depends entirely on whether the old man is in a good mood, and there is nothing to be happy about in such a thing.

"It's not that I have to find Concubine Ai to sleep with me." Xiao Ce saw through Qin Zhao's answer at a glance.

Qin Zhao echoed: "There are many sisters in the harem, of course the emperor does not have to be his servants and concubines."

The most important thing in this harem is women. As long as Xiao Ce is willing, palace maids can also become one of his harems.

She had never been so arrogant, thinking that Xiao Ce would not be able to live without her.

Xiao Ce frowned slightly: "Has anyone said that Concubine Ai's temperament is not pleasing?"

"There are many people in this harem who don't like concubines, and the emperor is not the first one." Qin Zhaochao Xiao Cefu blessed his body: "The concubines will not please the emperor, and I am very afraid. I am afraid that they will not serve the emperor well, and the emperor will still find other sisters. …”