Chapter 889 Gudong Soup
"I am scared." He Xingyun lowered his head deeply and whispered: "I dare not show the slightest disrespect. I am just worried about your majesty's health, so I specially prepared medicinal meals..."
Ying Ji didn't raise her eyes, her fingertips turned spiritually, and a ghost fire popped out, burning the food box on the ground into charcoal.
A look of ice and snow formed between her brows: "Put away your meaningless thoughts."
The falling fire spiraled into a sharp flaming blade in mid-air, and the fire light swirled. , passed through the wind, and brutally chopped off one of He Xingyun's arms at shoulder level.
With blood splattering, He Xingyun's body froze and trembled due to pain, his teeth clenched and trembled, but he did not make a sound.
His body suddenly relaxed, and he fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were a bit sad, and he looked down at his broken arm.
Although he had expected this ending from the beginning, Ying Ji's ruthless and cold rejection still made his heart feel tight and cold.
What he didn't expect even more was that she was really going crazy regardless of the consequences.
Although she looks the same on the outside as usual at this moment, He Xingyun's medical skills are of great use in the Zhongyou Dynasty and are of vital importance.
Even if he committed treason, as the only monk in the world who could treat heroic spirits, it was impossible for Ying Ji to break his arm as soon as he came up.
He Xingyun felt bitter.
Once upon a time, the arrogant and inviolable Empress Zhongyou would be so heartbroken for a man that she looked so unrecognizable.
Thousands of years ago, in order to collect medicine and enter the Taoism, he strayed into a secluded place. He had a startling glance, and he had hope in his heart and never forgot it.
Nine hundred years ago, he died and achieved great merits. He refused to ascend and went into the secluded place to sit in the shadow of the heroic spirit.
The purpose is to be able to watch each other at a distance that is not too far or too close.
Ying Ji has a delicate mind, but his innocent heart does not know how to hide it. Nine hundred years have passed, no matter how far away he is, she is on the land behind her. How can she not know where she sees it? his thoughts.
But she never cared.
Today, He Xingyun's thoughts were revealed, and He Xingyun was heartbroken but determined not to look back.
He took a deep breath, looked at Ying Ji and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, I love you. Even if you kill me with a sword, I will have five senses, seven orifices, three souls and six souls. Give it all. The world is not worth it, but I am willing to do it for you.”
Ying Ji's cold eyes were full of anger!
The wind that had subsided in the palace suddenly rose up with murderous intent, bringing pressure like a mountain or a sea, piercing his heart and soul.
Her tone was as calm as the cold well water that has not had any fluctuations for thousands of years: "You are here! Looking for death!"
A black and solemn soul-destroying nail hung faintly, condensing a The powerful light of sanction, with its unknown terrifying power, seems to want to devour all things.
See the soul-killing nail that symbolizes destruction and death.
He Xingyun knew that he had successfully offended her, and his heart felt empty. He slowly closed his eyes.
The violent heartbeat presses the blood to the limbs and bones, whether due to excitement or fear, hitting the nerve endings one after another.
The You Bing outside the palace is absolutely right.
It is really not a wise move to seek trouble on His Majesty at this moment.
He Xingyun showed a faint smile of self-deprecation and despair.
It's ridiculous that he is arrogant and arrogant, believing that he may be slightly different from ordinary people in her eyes.
But in the end, it was his own passion.
The pain that destroys the soul and devours the heart reaches all the organs. When death is approaching...
"Knock, knock, knock..."
A crisp sound came from outside the palace. A knock on the door.
The Soul-Destroying Nail that was so close in front of him froze and stopped. He Xingyun was in shock, and his pupils contracted violently.
He saw that Ying Ji had pinched her fingers to remove the soul-killing nail, and looked calmly towards the palace door.
The silent and murderous wind at the palace gate had subsided. At this moment, he actually felt that His Majesty's terrifying and thick murderous intent had receded a bit.
He Xingyun, who was moved, couldn't help but look back. He couldn't understand that someone's visit could change His Majesty so much.
In front of the palace door stood a strange young man who also carried a food box. He was wearing a mask, and his body was illuminated by the clear moonlight. There were a few lights in his robes, and his dark eyes were clear and translucent, and his gaze was calm. Take a panoramic view of the life and death scene in the palace.
He Xingyun was still restrained in mid-air by Ying Ji's invisible force, his hands and feet were suspended, and he was unable to free himself. He glanced at the square food box in Bailian's hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was solemn.
Bailian raised his hand, hugged the food box, and looked at Ying Ji harmlessly, without blinking: "I seem to have come at the wrong time."
People were dancing in the hall. The biting cold wind completely calmed down, and although Ying Ji's face was still cold, the blood in her eyes turned into pure black.
He Xingyun's whole body felt light and he fell to the ground again.
Ying Ji looked down and said: "Get out of here."
He Xingyun was in a complicated mood and couldn't understand why His Majesty, who was so murderous, would suddenly show mercy to him.
After all, he came to the Empress Hall with the determination to die, and he said something treacherous, but it was so easy to let him go?
Who is that young man?
And in Zhongyou, he had never seen a person who could go straight into the Empress Hall without being summoned or using an honorific title.
He Xingyun did not dare to think about it any more. It was not easy to escape from death. He hurriedly covered his broken wounds and apologized to leave the palace.
The moment he passed by Bailian, He Xingyun's eyes revealed a hint of doubt.
This person seems... not a living person, nor a heroic spirit.
It wasn't until He Xingyun's back completely disappeared into the night that Bailian stepped over the doorstep and walked into the palace.
His eyes fell on the severed arm between the carpets, and he said nothing.
When Diao Diao came to the inner hall where He Xingyun never dared to stay, he opened the food box and took out the food one by one.
Red clay copper stove, silver bone charcoal, soup stock, spicy peppers, beef and mutton rolls, juicy radishes, green vegetables, and stacks of side dishes, crystal meat, Changhong catfish, steamed cold noodles, couple's lung slices, Salty and white.
The staple snacks include brown sugar glutinous rice cake, leek box, Zitong shortbread, and almond cake.
As soon as the food box was opened, the cold hall suddenly became filled with a touch of warm human fireworks.
Bailian used the table that Ying Ji usually used as a dining table and took off the mask on his face.
He casually pulled out a mountain of official documents from the case and threw them into the small clay stove to use as firewood. Ying Ji stood there like an ice sculpture for a long time. Bailian, who was eating as if no one was around, lit another candle to disperse the darkness and said: "Today I brought the lamb from Donglinpu and the roasted pepper beef from Yipinlou. , the snowflake sturgeon on Nanxiang Street, why don’t you sit down and try it? ”
Ying Ji glanced at the food on the table calmly, said nothing, and looked unmoved.
She bent down and picked up the severed arm from the ground, walked over in two steps, and placed the bloody arm on the table.
Bailian leaned back to avoid the few drops of blood that flew over him. He frowned and pointed at the broken arm with his finger: "You want to cook this?"
Ying Ji raised her eyebrows: "He Xingyun also came to deliver meals just now, but before his meals were delivered, one arm was left here."
Balian smiled, sat upright, started to make the sauce, lowered his head and said, "Isn't it because the empress chopped off one of his arms because he spoke unabashedly, had nothing to hide in his heart, and wanted to kill Prince You's stepfather? "
Ying Ji's face turned cold: "Begging for a beating."
You are so brave. You don't know whether to live or die, and you dare to do the following, even she dares to make fun of you.
But Ying Ji didn't realize that the following was also guilty of the above, speaking unabashedly.
Her attitude toward He Xingyun was "seeking death," but toward Bailian, she was just "begging for a beating."
"Your Majesty, you are really angry today." Balian sighed, and like a magic trick, he took out a mandarin duck pot from the box and put it on the shelf. He said with a sad expression: "Spicy food is easy to get angry, and it makes you angry. The red oil soup base tonight , I’m afraid I won’t be able to bear it happily.”
He pretended to remove the red soup pot and prepare to replace it with the mandarin duck pot.
"But it doesn't matter. Fortunately, I prepared the mandarin duck pot, and the queen can eat the white soup."
Ying Ji raised her eyebrows, with a look of displeasure on her face, and raised her chopsticks to press down on Bailian. The back of the hand holding the boiler: "On the dining table of the people in Zhongyou, from I won’t serve the red and white mandarin duck pot. This is blasphemy against hot pot.”
“Then the lady doesn’t care about being angry?” The flickering light of the candle was blown away by the wind and fell into the young man’s eyes. The tiny bits of light are like fireflies in summer, light and tender.
There was a lamp on the table, and the sound of rain began to fall outside the window at some point, and the night rain beat on the eaves.
The teeth jingled against each other, the wind and rain entangled in the silent night, and the chaotic sounds of the medley made Balian's voice become extremely soft.
The mother-in-law's call was low and gentle, and the overlapping sound sounded undetectable, as if she just said a single word "mother".
Empress Ying Ji’s heart trembled, and her face was dazed for a moment. She lowered her head and straightened the stove, coldly picked up pieces of pork belly, and poured it into the bubbling red oil. In spicy soup.
"How can we care about ordinary people like that? He Xingyun practiced medicine in Zhongyouluo Pavilion, healing the wounds and diseases of heroic spirits.
It's not that I don't know his true intentions and thoughts, but I just saw that he has been keeping to himself for the past nine hundred years and has not done anything out of the ordinary, so I let him go. "
She snorted coldly, and then said: "It's ridiculous that Zhongyou and Tianxi have become enemies again, and even my father was disturbed and was born.
Everywhere in the human world is in panic, fearing that the Empress Zhongyou, who has been neutral for many years, will go crazy and stray into the devil's way, which is why he has such a smart idea.
Although there is no way back for the bad relationship between me and Bailiyu, and there is no room for relaxation between Zhongyou and Tianxi, this is by no means just a small fengyu of his trying to take advantage of the situation. Good reason! ”
As the Empress of Zhongyou, Ying Ji is a master at eating antique soup. She only rinsed the mutton in the pot seven times before she steadily picked up the chopsticks and made the soup.
As soon as she put away her chopsticks, Ying Ji frowned, but not long after, Bai Lian thoughtfully pushed over a saucepan.
Ying Ji’s brows quickly widened. With a noble and cool attitude, she dipped the mutton on her chopsticks into the sauce and ate it.
The rich and spicy sauce with a hint of sweetness wraps the tender lamb, and the happy taste spreads between the lips and teeth.
Ying Ji bit her chopsticks, her black pupils becoming translucent and clear under the steaming hot mist.
The sauce was made to suit her taste very well.
It rains at night, and there are all kinds of flavors in the world.
Her eyes were warmed by the heat of the hot pot, and Ying Ji's face gradually became peaceful and calm.
"Pour the wine." She ordered lightly and continued to use her chopsticks to pick up the mutton.
Bailian poured her a glass of fruit wine, and while she was rinsing the meat, he threw in a few tender green vegetable leaves, cooked them, scooped them up, and put them into her bowl: "Don't just Eat meat and eat more vegetables."
Ying Ji suddenly stopped boiling the mutton, and she looked deeply at the tumbling red soup.
Balian didn't know where he said the wrong thing to make her unhappy. Just as he was about to ask a question, Ying Ji let out a very light laugh.
“Speaking of which, my son Xiaoan is also the one who eats antique soup with me.”
She raised her eyes, smiled, and her eyes became very soft: “He is such a quiet person. You have a talkative temperament, but when it comes to eating antique soup with me, you like to nag like you. You allow me to eat meat, but you don’t. I don't eat vegetables.
I'm allowed to drink alcohol but not strong liquor. I'm not allowed to eat too much dessert after meals. I'm only allowed to eat two of each, a little bit bigger, and I have to take care of that. You have to worry about it, it’s annoying.”
She said it was annoying, but the tenderness in her eyes seemed to turn into water.
Balian was silent for a while, his eyes darkened a little, he looked at her and said slowly: "Today's desserts, I allow you to eat three of each."
Ying Ji frowned, not liking his discipline. With a child-like tone and cold eyes: "If you weren't my father's person, the Empress Palace would How can I allow a junior like you to speak so arrogantly?"
Bailian said slowly: "I suddenly remembered that I brought some chopped peanuts and coriander, do you want them?"
"Yes. "Ying Ji successfully diverted the topic and nodded without thinking.
It wasn’t until Balian actually grabbed a handful of chopped peanuts and coriander and mixed it into her sauce bowl that Ying Ji realized what she was doing. She was a little annoyed and clapped her chopsticks: “Don’t be arrogant!”
"Ah, I forgot there are sesame seeds. Do you want them?"
Ying Ji, who has an inexplicable devotion to hot pot, was drawn in again. She asked seriously: "What are sesame seeds?" Raw or cooked?"
Bailian said: "It is cooked slowly over low heat, and it is crispy but not burnt. It tastes crisp and fragrant."
With a restless look on her face, Ying Ji raised the plate and said, "Here, take a small handful and try it."
As soon as she raised her hand, she realized that she had been tricked. Her expression became more and more embarrassed, and she glared at Balian with red ears. She frowned angrily, trying to maintain her perfect appearance and the majesty of the empress.
After Balian sprinkled a handful of sesame seeds into her bowl, she looked at the boiler again and said, "Oh, has this beef been cooked for too long?"
Ying Ji suddenly frowned and couldn't open her eyes. She hurriedly picked up the chopsticks to fish out the beef, with an unhappy look on her face: "When did you get the beef? How can it be done if the beef has been cooked for a long time."
She fished out several pieces of beef. It was indeed cooked for a long time, and the meat was better than the old one. My wife is still old.
Ying Ji struggled and disliked it for a long time, and finally put the old beef into Balian's bowl, raised her chin: "Whoever eats it will eat it."
Bailian Yi He raised his chopsticks with a sincere face, and they were clean and not stained with any oil or water: "It seems that the queen put these pieces of meat into the pot first and forgot to pick them up, right?"
(End of this chapter)