Chapter 1575 Medicinal Diet
Not long ago, the Water Temple had dismissed all the officials and palace officials. At some point, the sound of singing and dancing resounded again.
The golden furnace adds incense to the beast, the beautiful palace servants fly like butterflies to the dance music, the emperor with a face like a crown jade and a romantic talent takes advantage of the wilderness to embrace the beauty dancing in front of him with his long arms, holding flowers in one hand Listen to the drums and tease the beautiful woman in your arms.
The music of the drums and the bottles of wine have unknowingly intoxicated the romantic and passionate soul of this emperor.
The beauty held a wine glass with blue and white outlines in her slender hands, talking and laughing to persuade the king to drink one more glass.
When the wine is full and the love is deep, I can't help but take the beauty's hand and dance with her.
The beauty's face is like jade, her appearance is charming, her skirt is as colorful as a rainbow, her silk silk is like clouds, her long sleeves are as graceful as a weak willow in the wind, and she sings all night long, just like the sound of the country's subjugation.
The witch held a silver and white jade wine glass and sat on the window sill. Her eyes were blurred and she smiled and said: "Your Majesty is the emperor of heaven and earth. The love of the king should be like the sun, and we mentally retarded women are also the same. The sunflowers that grow toward the sun on the earth, your warmth and luster shine on the earth, and the light and rain nourish all the world. , Eight wildernesses and ten marshes, the slave family thinks that the emperor will never pity and care for only a sunflower..."
The emperor took advantage of the wilderness to embrace the beauty, listened to her playing the cave flute, and held her tenderly on the temples with one hand The hairpin flowers, the affectionate appearance, and the tender beautiful eyes are only darker than when she looked at the future concubine Gu Kui.
It was as if the beauties dancing gracefully to the music in this hall were the loves he could not let go of in his life.
Hearing what the witch said about taking the silver, Emperor Chenghuang was filled with emotions. He sighed heavily and said: "Such a delicate flower and beautiful wife should have been protected in a golden house and a jade palace. They should not be baptized by the flames of war. All the people in the empty lotus will suffer." Tang lost his life and had no good intentions for the law. Therefore, I will hold up half of the sky for you in this impending troubled world.”
Just like not long ago, the emperor took advantage of the crisis to express his ambition without hesitation, but he did not know how to be tragic. Two words, there is no way to express sadness without strength.
He has never witnessed the ups and downs and tragedies of history, and the heroic words that come out of his mouth are somewhat true.
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In Wangchen Hall, it was rare for Cangnan Yi not to be in seclusion, and it was rare for Bai Lian not to study at night.
Out of the back window of the palace is a clear pond, which becomes even cooler when the frost falls. A cold current and cold wind blow through, and the rustling snow makes the air chaotic.
The night is as cold as water. Tonight, Cangnan Yi is not wearing the wide-sleeved and elegant white dress she usually wears. Instead, she is wearing an ink-colored cloak. Her fair skin is set off by the ink black, and her skin color is better than the top of the mountain. white snow in between.
Although the face is obviously pale and the pink lips have no color at all, the eyebrows are clear and the eyes are clear. The starry field at dawn is clear and cold. If you look closely at the candle, it seems to be slightly moist. .
Her hands were clasped under the thick cloak as if she were afraid of the cold, and her fingers were gently stroking the pendant fangs under her neck in an invisible place. The delicate touch of cool ice jade felt between her fingertips. slide.
The night was already dark, Cang Nanyi let out a long sleepy yawn, even his eyes were lazy.
She looked at the young man who was squatting in front of the fire and fanning the fire seriously with a cattail fan. There was a small earthen pot on top of the red charcoal in the clay stove. Thick hot bubbles were popping out of the earthen pot. Cooking thick white and milky porridge.
It was obviously white porridge that looked ordinary, but for some reason, the air was filled with an alluring aroma. Before the young man got down from the table, he placed various kinds of porridge on simple porcelain plates. Side dishes, meat, mushrooms, fish, shrimp and seafood are all cleaned and arranged neatly.
The dim light and shadow of the evening illuminated the handsome eyebrows of the young man, and the thin light dust slowly floated in the air, mixed with the scent of rice porridge and medicinal food. Unknowingly, the cold and empty palace was filled with more A bit of the warmth of human incense.
Cang Nanyi was extremely tired today. After bringing Bailian back from Qiyun Peak, she slept for a while before waking up in the middle of the night.
She was sitting on the bed casually, wrapped in a big cloak, without even putting on her shoes and socks. She looked at him, her quiet eyebrows did not seem to have changed much from before she fell asleep, and her dark eyes could not reveal any trace of her thoughts. appearance.
I just don’t know when it started...
This boy seemed to regard her Wangchen Palace as his own small kitchen?
Since ancient times, he has always done things naturally and confidently that others would not even dare to think about.
What is even more helpless is that Cang Nanyi really has no way to deal with him.
Because she could smell the aroma of medicinal porridge in the air at this moment. It was extremely rare... that she actually felt a little hungry in the middle of the night.
Bailian filled a small bowl of rice porridge from the earthen pot. The porridge inside became thinner, but the color was still milky white. Unknown medicinal materials could be vaguely seen while rolling. It was cut into thin filaments and ginger slices were tumbling in it.
He brought several plates and put some abalone, fresh shrimps, mushrooms, and chopped crab meat into the boiling and rolling earthen pots one by one, and then cut them into pieces as thin as cicadas. Wings, thin slices of pink beef dipped into the porridge.
The extremely thin beef was cooked as soon as it was blanched. Balian quickly took it out and put it into a small bowl. He also scooped a layer of thick white soup, sprinkled with the sauce, chopped green onion, sesame and coriander, and then Waved to Cang Nanyi , said: "Your Majesty, you can eat beef first."
The stove burning silver charcoal is not far in front of the Queen's bed. With a slight bend, she can take Bai Lian and move towards her. The bowl of beef that was handed over.
At such a close distance, she didn't bother to get out of bed, and held the bowl of beef soaked in hot soup with spring onions in her hands.
She took a sip of the soup first, and a warm current spread down her throat to her chest and abdomen, with the unique fragrance of grain rice. Her entire stomach was warm, and she couldn't help but put her finger on it. Big move.
Although her diet is light on weekdays, she is not overly particular about abstaining from meat and fish and alcohol.
Use chopsticks to pick up two thin and large slices of beef. The color of Balian's tone is extremely thin and looks very light. The color of the beef is translucent and extremely attractive.
Not long after, she chewed the small bowl of beef carefully and ate it cleanly.
Cang Nanyi lazily held the empty bowl in one hand and handed it out slowly. After drinking a bowl of hot soup, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and a thin layer of fine blood appeared between her straight nose. sweat.
She raised her eyelids and said: "The sauce is quite good. It's a pity that you are a servant. If you were a cook, you would be very good."
Bailian Having already accepted his identity as the servant of the king with peace of mind, he smiled and took the empty bowl handed over by Cang Nanyi. This was a pot of abalone, shrimp, and mushrooms that had also been cooked.
He fished it out carefully, spread it on the bottom of the bowl, and poured a spoonful of thick, soft and glutinous white porridge on top.
A bowl full of seafood porridge is just freshly baked.
He sprinkled on the chopped parsley and green onion, stirred, took out a thin egg and chive pancake that had been hot-fried, handed it to Cang Nanyi, and said with a smile: "There is no conflict between the two, after all... ...A servant who can cook can please you more, right?"
Cang Nanyi raised his eyebrows slightly.
So this guy seems to be trying to please her right now?
It doesn’t look like it.
Who is the person who pleases the emperor and is so close to life, rolling up his sleeves and making soup?
He doesn't look like a servant.
On the contrary, he is more like a young man who married young and is full of feelings for a husband? If there was another child at this time, the picture would surely be more harmonious.
Although this boy looks young, Cang Nanyi always feels that he will be a good father.
As soon as this spontaneous thought emerged from his heart, Cang Nanyi couldn't help but feel startled.
This is all a mess...
It was just a bowl of hot-pot beef from him. How could she have the idea of having warm clothes, plenty of food and food, and a room full of fireworks?
Cang Nanyi looked at the food handed over by Bai Lian, came back to his senses, frowned, and said: "Do you think I am a pig? It's late at night, how can I eat so much? Food. "
That's what she said, but she still took what Balian handed over, without even getting off the bed, like a house lady who couldn't reach out for food but opened her mouth.
She used chopsticks to break the soft egg pancake into small pieces, soaked it in the soup, and took a bite. The tender, soft and soup-filled taste spread between her lips and teeth.
It's a warm taste.
Cang Nanyi held the bowl and said, "Is this medicinal food?"
Whether it is the soup, porridge or the pancakes, there is a light and bitter medicinal aroma, which enriches the taste of the food. At the same time, as the warm current enters the stomach, more and more spiritual power flows into the internal organs of the body.
Although the effect is slight, it is really there, repairing her muscles and veins that have been riddled with holes for a long time.
Her current physical damage has already reached the point of irreparability. This body is like a thin paper umbrella riddled with holes in a snowstorm.
In this world, there is basically no magic medicine that can have any effect on her injuries.
I didn’t expect that this small medicinal diet could have such a small effect.
Although it is said that it cannot heal her old wounds and new injuries, this mouthful of soup and porridge can effectively relieve the pain of tearing her muscles and organs.
She tasted the medicinal properties in this soup and porridge. In fact, boiling it directly into a soup can also have this effect.
How did this kid know that she didn’t like bitter medicine?
If he stewed a pot of thick black soup, she would not even try a bite.
Now she only took a nap in the middle of the night, and the red clay stove and earthen pots had already prepared porridge. She thought that she had just woken up at night and was in pain and discomfort, so she must not have much appetite to eat.
But she threw the empty bowl out again and again, and this boy tirelessly brought bowls full of new and rich food to her, while chatting with her about the human world that had nothing to do with Kunlun Jingxu. Interesting anecdotes from all over the world.
She was eating alone, but it was too boring. Bailian wiped her chopsticks with her sleeves, but the shadows falling on the ground grew longer and taller wordlessly.
The white silver hair is spread out among the carpets, cool as moonlight, and the skin is as cold as jade. The appearance should be as sharp as a steel knife, but at this moment, the edge is all sharp, even the forehead The pair of slender and sharp silver dragon horns on the front only gave birth to two pairs of small protruding horns on the forehead.
Her long hair, which was as cool as silver snow, was illuminated by the cold lamps of the palace, but it did not appear cold. Instead, it was like the hot porridge churning in the jar, glowing with a hint of warmth.
The demon body appeared naturally without any warning.
He didn't say anything, but he seemed to say everything.
It was completely different from the guarded appearance that day in the courtyard of Xiaoshanju.
He seemed to feel that the two chains behind him were clanging noisily and troublesomely, so he simply pulled them off casually.
The moonlight lock separated from his body and immediately turned into a moon seal hanging between his wrists. He clung to it obediently and obediently. It looked like the soul-locking fairy clan's treasure that sealed the corpse demon.
Under the demon body, there are five flavors.
Bailian turned over another empty bowl, added a bowl of hot porridge and shrimps for himself, and baked another egg pancake. He drank the hot porridge, his eyes narrowed happily, and he faintly Smiling, he said: "For a night snack, you need to have food." It’s more fun to eat and chat together. If the queen feels that eating alone is boring, I will accompany the queen.”
He asked how he cultivated his demon body and how to resolve the moonlight lock. Things have not been mentioned yet.
Cang Nanyi's inconvenience in drinking porridge can be said to be a sign of lack of interest in Balian's little secret, but there is something in her beautiful blue-black eyes. A faint smile.
Baili'an didn't mention it, and Cangnan Yi also didn't ask.
It seems that the person sitting in front of me is the corpse demon proton whose cultivation level has been sealed and whose body is too weak to protect himself.
Unknowingly, the large jar of porridge and hot pot had all gone into their stomachs.
Bailian took the empty bowl of jade chopsticks handed over by Cang Nanyi as if he was serving the Queen Mother. He watched her lazily narrow her graceful long eyes, caress her belly with her palms, and lean on the bed. Curtain, the appearance does not change, even after waking up and eating, there is still an unparalleled elegance that cannot be looked directly at.
Bailian quickly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks with his hands and feet, removed the earthen pots and dishes, leaving only the small red clay stove and the charcoal fire that was burning brightly.
The sky is still dark and the morning is still far away.
Bailian sat cross-legged on the thick blanket on the ground, thought for a moment, and said: "What do you think, the emperor's chance of winning by taking advantage of the wilderness to get married?"
After eating a full meal, it's rare that I don't feel sleepy in the middle of the night.
Hearing what Bai Lian said, Cang Nanyi raised his eyelids, smiled faintly, and said: "We had a lot of time when we were eating just now, why didn't we chat? It's hard to hold it in until now, right? ”
Bailian smiled and said: "Eating and enjoying food is a kind of lazy pleasure. If we talk about such national affairs at this time, the rice in this bowl will come to take revenge and become not so good. Eat.”
Cang Nanyi was a little surprised.
So when we were having porridge and boiled meat just now, this boy only talked about the strange things in the world and interesting things from all sides.
He said nothing about things in the Kunlun Mountains, things in the immortal world, and even things in the Nine Netherworlds and Six Paths.
After all, I just wanted to take her to enjoy an ordinary night supper that many mortals like.