Chapter 1897 Stop and fight 55
Liu Lu held the storybook in one hand and a pen in the other. She looked at the gold paper given by the emperor and hesitated: "I will write it."
"Yes!" Xining responded.
"Is it really me?" This is a good gift from the emperor. A piece of paper is worth several taels of silver.
"Yes!" Xining raised his voice angrily.
"Zhao Zhu, then I really wrote it!" Liu Lu really couldn't do this. If she wrote, it would be a waste of natural resources. After hesitating and hesitating, a drop of ink fell on the paper from the tip of the pen, and a drop of black ink was added to the fine gold paper.
"Ah~" Liu Lu shouted, becoming more and more at a loss.
The Liulu man was tall and tall, and his voice was so loud that it made the ashes on the beams fall.
Xining and other maids covered their ears.
But Taohong just wanted to cover her eyes, unable to see, simply unable to continue looking. Oh my God, what is the leader of the village?
Xining was offended and glared: "Hurry up and write!"
"Oh." Liu Lu looked at the stained paper. This paper was expensive and she wouldn't change it even if she thought about it, so she had no choice but to write it down.
Xining finally lost his temper: "Write smaller, write more, and write well!" After saying that, he picked up another storybook and started reading.
Seeing Liu Lu crookedly writing big characters and adding a few strokes from time to time, Taohong could hardly imagine His Majesty's expression when he saw these characters. These characters reached the palace and passed the dragon's eye.
Because he was writing for the village leader and had to show it to the emperor, Liu Lu wrote very seriously. No matter how hard she tried to write smaller, her fingers were thick and she was used to being carefree. No matter how hard she tried to write small, she couldn't get any smaller, just like Chinese regular script.
After writing a full page, I just put down my pen and breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the voice of the village leader: "Don't waste it, write it on the back too."
Uh, still writing! The village leader's words were an imperial edict, so Liu Lu had no choice but to pick up the pen, dip it in ink, and continue writing.
The paper is thicker than normal. It's not about practicing calligraphy, but about writing some famous posts, doing some calligraphy and painting, etc.
When writing again, Liu Lu felt a little better and wrote much faster than when writing the front. However, this word is still terrible for Taohong, who is not very good at writing.
"Yeah, not bad. Go ask Aunt Second to make five kilograms of steamed cakes. I want to eat them and give some to the people in the house." Xining was still lying down and planned to lie down until the next meal.
It's good to have something to eat. Before Liu Lu could finish her joy, she heard the village leader say: "I'll write another one tomorrow."
"Ah?!" Taohong and Liulu both shouted out almost at the same time.
Still writing, it’s a waste of good stuff!
When the cake came, he jumped two pieces while it was still hot. Xining asked someone to send the cake and paper to the palace and present it to Emperor Dechang.
Really sent it... Taohong couldn't close her mouth. She watched helplessly as the paper was folded, placed in the brocade box that could have been used to put the note, and was taken away.
Emperor Dechang was lying on the bed and had taken the medicine for the second time, but the redness and swelling on the toe joints still did not subside, but the pain was lessened. Unlike at the beginning, it hurt so much that I wanted to chop it off.
Concubine Zheng, who has been promoted to a noble concubine, is waiting at the side. Take a bowl of vegetable porridge and feed it to him slowly.
Even if the vegetable porridge tastes good, thinking about not being able to eat meat for half a month or even a month, I still have some energy left in my heart. After controlling his temper several times, he finally did not issue an order and made trouble for Feng Guojiu on his way to exile.
Originally, the main criminals were exiled in shackles and handcuffs. They ate steamed buns and drank cold water. If there were any more hardships, the pampered Feng Guojiu would definitely die on the way before reaching Lingnan. Let him die... Emperor Dechang snorted coldly, that would be an advantage for him.
Emperor Dechang became emotional from time to time, but this scared Concubine Zheng next to her. While she was eating porridge, her face changed again. Is the porridge fed too quickly or too slowly, or the porridge just doesn’t taste good? It’s true that accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger!
A waiter came in with a plate, a brocade box on top, and a bowl with a plate on it.
As soon as he saw the brocade box, Emperor Dechang became more and more unhappy. He waved his hands, not wanting to eat, and asked feebly: "What's the important thing to report?"
Really, you can’t even eat a mouthful of porridge. But if it's a border or military matter or something important, you have to watch it.
"The official family." The chamberlain lowered his head and replied respectfully: "It was sent by Yong'an County Lord. He said it was the calligraphy she had just practiced. There were also steamed cakes sent together."
It turned out that it was a calligraphy practice. Concubine Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, took another spoonful of porridge and handed it to Emperor Dechang's mouth, and fed it. With a smile: "There are also cakes, Yong'an County Lord is really thoughtful."
"What kind of cake?" Emperor Dechang was also a little interested. He drank this porridge twice. Even if it was cooked with different vegetables, it was still vegetable porridge. I'm tired of it now, thinking about how many days I have to eat this kind of porridge, what kind of power does this emperor have?
On the plate covering the bowl, there were two pieces of yellow cake in the big bowl. The eunuch in charge of the meal tested it with a silver needle, cut off a small piece and ate it. After confirming that it was not poisonous, he signaled that he could take it over.
The imperial doctor next to him quickly knelt down and said, "This cake is made from fermented glutinous rice grains and cannot be used."
He couldn't eat it when he brought it, and now he couldn't even eat the cake. Emperor Dechang felt more and more hopeless.
The eunuch in charge of the meal responded: "We use old noodles, not glutinous rice flour. And we use cornmeal and wheat flour, not glutinous rice flour."
When the imperial doctor heard this, he agreed: "That can be used."
The cake was finally delivered to the bed. The fluffy cake was well-risen, with a candied date in the middle and some garnished with red and green candied fruit. It looked delicious.
Concubine Zheng picked up a piece with chopsticks and brought it to Emperor Dechang's mouth.
After just one bite, Emperor Dechang's eyes lit up and he stopped using chopsticks. He took his hands off the chopsticks and started to bite directly.
The slightly cool steamed cake has become tougher and is particularly chewy. And you can bite off a big piece in one bite, and you don’t feel full after eating it.
When eating the second piece of cake, Emperor Dechang was probably bored. He tore it apart bit by bit with his hands, slowly put it into his mouth and chewed it. He could eat slowly and enjoy it more.
When I finished eating, I was still hungry. I'm already hungry and I can finish it with two more yuan.
After wiping his hands, Emperor Dechang suddenly remembered: "There is the calligraphy of Yong'an County Lord, bring it over and let me see it."
The eunuch in charge opened the brocade box and took out the paper. It seemed that it was written on the back, and the words could be seen.
The paper was folded twice. After opening it, the eunuch in charge was also stunned. He looked at the valuable gold paper. What was on it? Could it be that he was dazzled?
Emperor Dechang and Concubine Zheng were also stunned. The paper was written in new fonts, large and small, but this was too... too ugly!
The eunuch in charge blinked his eyes and turned the paper over again. Yes, the words on the front are even more ugly, and there is a big drop of ink. It's really a problem with the words, not his eyesight.
The paper used should have been given as a reward last time. This ink is also right, the Hui ink used in the imperial study has its own unique ink fragrance. But if I didn't say this word, I would think it was written by a three-year-old child.
(End of chapter)