I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Da Chonglou twirled the red envelope, knowing that it contained bank notes, estimated to be more than a hundred taels. Looking at this table of sumptuous dishes again, his index finger twitched: "Last year, His Majesty designated duck dishes as a state banquet. I didn't expect to taste it this year."

The two chefs covered their mouths with laughter, and Baicao said: "There is no doubt, what you eat is definitely an authentic state banquet, or it was cooked by the chef of Quanjufang."

He never enjoyed it when he was the son-in-law of the royal family. Now in a small border town, you can actually taste it. Life is like this, the mountains are heavy and the rivers are heavy, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

The most commendable thing is that the son is a third-rank member of the imperial court, and the wife is the princess of the Northern Qi Dynasty, but she has no pretensions and eats with him for the New Year. The eyes seemed to have fallen snow, a little sad, but more moved.

"Even if Mrs. Young Master drives me away, I will not leave." He stood up and toasted Zhe Yu and Baicaoshi.

Zhe Yu snatched the miniature wine cup from Baicaoshi's hand and replaced it with a cup of tea, "He can understand your thoughts, and the tea will be fine."

Baicaoshi is so helpless, twisting her fingers, "It's Chinese New Year, just a little bit."

"It's not okay at all, I agree with Folded Feather." Shinichi said in a vague way after taking a bite of the duck leg.

Rarely, the two reached a consensus.

Da Chonglou was not entangled, "Madam, tea and wine are the same, the most important thing is the mind."

He was the first to drink it.

This meal lasted for an hour.

During this period, an uninvited guest came.

Uninvited to win Zheli.

He brought two guards with him, and the guards held trays with fine wine in their hands.

"It's New Year's Eve, and I'm thinking about it. I came to see Taichang Siqing, so I didn't disturb your New Year's dinner." While speaking, Ying Zheli found that there were not only guards at this table, but also a cook. This Minister of Taichang Temple, is he so... approachable in private?

Zhe Yu symbolically returned the gift, "Thank you, King Li, for your kindness. Our New Year's meals here are simple, so we won't let King Li drink with us."

That means, go back where you came from.

Only then did Ying Zheli notice the so-called "simple New Year's meal", and couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple. Numb, is this called crude? Is this state banquet level? Whole duck feast. He ate there last year, and he also ate there several times in Quanjufang. In his heart, Quanjufang is still on the first floor of the world.

Suddenly, he came up with a sentence, "I don't dislike it, and I am happy to be able to share the joy with the people."

Who are the people? Naturally, the guard and cook at the same table.

What responded to him was the shaking of the wine cup on the table.

Da Chonglou lowered his head, and the wine cup in front of him shook twice, making a sound that seemed to be broken, and then calmed down under the surprised eyes of everyone.

Under the table, Shinichi kicked Da Chonglou.

Ying Zhe gave a shock.

This was the keenness he had trained in and out of the battlefield, and at that moment, it was clearly murderous.

The murderous aura comes quickly and disappears quickly. He didn't even notice who the killing intent came from.

"You see off the prince." This sentence, Zhe Yu said to Shinichi.

Just as Shinichi was about to leave, Da Chonglou had already grabbed his wrist, "Your Excellency, Madam, you eat first, and I will respectfully send you off to the lord."

As he said that, he had already arrived at Ying Zheli's side. "My lord, please?"

Zhe Yu gave Da Chong Lou a warning look.

Before entering Fengcheng, Oriyu had a brief conversation with Dazhonglou. It was also in that conversation that Da Chonglou revealed that Princess Li almost killed herself some time ago because she cried, made trouble and hanged herself. It's just that this matter was suppressed by King Li in the end.

This was originally a secret, as for how Da Chong Lou knew, Zhe Yu didn't ask.

Everyone has secrets, as long as people are loyal, the others are not important.

This secret also helped Zhe Yu gain the upper hand in the dialogue with Ying Zheli and became an important bargaining chip.

But now, as soon as King Li appeared, Da Chonglou's reaction was obviously wrong, how could Zhe Yu not notice it?

Sometimes, tell me with your eyes, don't act rashly.

Ying Zheli stared at this strange face, repeatedly confirming in his heart that he did not recognize it. But where did this cold aura come from?

When the two of them walked through the corridor, Ying Zheli couldn't help asking, "What's your name? Do you know me?"

Da Chonglou clasped his fists respectfully, with prominent veins on the back of his hands, he replied in a deep voice: "Your Highness has a high status, and he has been in and out of the killing field, and everyone admires him. A villain knows a Wang Ye, but a Wang Ye does not know a villain."

Ying Zheli was very happy to say this, "I see that you are knowledgeable and interesting, and you are also a practicing family. If you are interested in the army, you might as well join this king..."

Before finishing speaking, Da Chonglou bowed again, "My lord, one servant does not serve two masters. Your Excellency of Taichang Temple, the kindness to the villain is as great as a mountain."

Ying Zheli felt a little regretful. "Oh, what a pity."

"It's not a pity. My lord, the villain has been sent here." As he spoke, he turned around and walked into the wind.

Ying Zheli blinked his eyes, only felt that this figure was somewhat familiar, but he really couldn't remember it. Probably the world is so big, there are too many similar people.

However, when he thought that he was a majestic prince, he was not as happy as a third-rank official for the New Year's meal, and he was immediately displeased. A decree was issued in the army, asking rich merchants in Fengcheng to offer delicacies for the New Year.

At night, as usual, keep the old age. The entire city lord's mansion was lit with candlelight lanterns.

Because of Baicaoshi's poor health, Zheyu doesn't allow her to go to bed late.

"You rest first, I will watch the year for you."

Baicaoshi thought that on New Year's Eve last year, she gave herself completely to Zhe Yu. Sweet like red plums in winter, blooming layer by layer, making people feel sweet. She drew circles on his palm, "Yu Bao, it's been a long night, come with me."

Zhe Yu was literally set on fire by her, every little movement could make him throb. But now is not the right time.

He held her shoulders, let her lie down, and covered her with the quilt. "Lie down, I'll make you some medicine."

Baicaoshi sat up, "Is there any caramel or candied fruit? Mouth bitter."

Think of how many people in modern times refuse traditional Chinese medicine because of bitterness. She has been seriously ill for more than a month, and she is almost allergic to the medicine.

There are some candies on the table. Zhe Yu peeled off a piece and gave it to her.

Baicaoshi was in his mouth, the corners of his mouth raised, and he suddenly said: "Lower your head."

Oriha did as he was told.

Baicaoshi embraced his neck, covered his lips, and mumbled, "Yu Bao, happy new year."

I can't tell whether it's the aroma of a woman or the sweetness of sugar, they are mixed together and reverberate in the mouth.

Zhe Yu's heart beat even harder, pinching her even more slender waist, wishing to rub her into his own flesh and blood, at the same time, carefully copying her lip line.

"Hey, do you know that you are killing me."

Baicaoshi slipped back into the quilt again, and the quilt covered her neck, revealing her head, with broken stars in her eyes. "Go."

Zhe Yu went out the door, it was already dark.

A person walked towards him, wearing a large black cloak and a hood, covering most of his face.