From Qiao Heng's voice, he couldn't hear resentment or hatred. Whether it's fake or true, even if it's fake, the knife on the word "forbearance" is really stabbed in the other person's heart.

His friend obviously had no intention of talking about his own affairs, and in this case, Hua Manlou couldn't even say more comforting words. If you talk too much, I'm afraid you're just sprinkling salt on the other party's wounds.

"Is this carving a string of beads?" Hua Manlou's tone was extremely soothing, trying to make a casual appearance.

Qiao Heng was extremely sensitive to people's emotions, he heard that Hua Manlou was in a different mood, but he noticed that the other party was trying his best to hide it, so he had to say without knowing anything: "I have nothing to do when I am idle, try to carve Buddhist beads by myself." ”

Hua Manlou handed over the bead he had just picked up.

The other party is the prince of the Southern Wang, if he opens his mouth and says that he wants to wear a string of prayer beads to play, what kind of beads will he not have, whether it is red sandalwood or white jade, golden silk clams or South China Sea coral, as long as he wants, he can get it at his fingertips, but he chooses to carve it by himself.

Since the day he met Qiao Heng, he has always been like this, without any of the arrogance and indulgence that is often found in the children of nobles and princes and nobles, as if any simple thing can satisfy him.

When the flowers came to the building, Qiao Heng was already almost carved. He put away the knife that was not sharp but a little rusty and dull, took the wooden bead from Hua Manlou's hand, and strung the one hundred and eight beads with a thread.

"Brother Hua, I know you care about me, since you don't worry, why don't you stay and eat with me tonight? Qiao Heng stood up and brushed away the wood chips on his body.

Although he doesn't pay attention to appetite, and he doesn't have any special talent in this, the experience accumulated by staying up for time in this life is enough to make it his own skill.

He had never shown it in front of Hua Manlou before, but he had already moved the idea of saying goodbye before, out of politeness before returning to Nanwangfu, he always had to send something as a farewell gift, he has always been a person who refuses to be held in etiquette, and he suddenly had the interest of making a meal for Hua Manlou before parting.

When he first came to Jiangnan, he came here because of the future embroidery thief Jin Jiuling's ability to collect money.

Later, when he saw Hua Manlou, he had the idea of seeing Song Wencao, but unfortunately the medical skills of this Song Divine Doctor really disappointed him and wasted his time.

If the Hua family and the emperor's side acted in time, maybe he would still be able to see the picture of the iron shoe thief being rectified before leaving, and watch the play, which would be regarded as compensation for the time he spent on him.

"Brother Hua, do you have anything you like to eat?" Although Qiao Heng had already found out all of Hua Manlou's preferences in the days before he came to Huajiabao, he still asked politely.

Hearing Qiao Heng invite him to stay, he wanted to cook a dinner for himself, Hua Manlou sighed in his heart, what a gentle person, it was obvious that the other party saw that he knew everything, but he didn't want to worry about it, so he had to use this way to divert his attention. However, it was right that he should have comforted him by himself, but he comforted him in turn.

Hua Manlou said: "Everything is good, I don't pick my mouth." ”

In fact, Hua Manlou was still a little surprised that Qiao Heng knew how to cook.

The confident look in those words should not be boasting about Haikou out of thin air.

When the two of them were in Baihualou, because Qiao Heng's internal injuries were quite serious, he was busy taking care of this newly met friend, and the meals for three meals a day were ordered from the Hongbin Building facing the street.

He really didn't know that the other party was good at cooking.

Moreover, who can think that after knowing the true identity of the other party, the prince of Nanwang, who is an emperor, will cook a good meal?

Hua Manlou happily accepted Qiao Heng's invitation.

However, he instructed the servants at home to clean up the kitchen in the yard, and then prepare the corresponding fruit and vegetable seasonings. Hua Manlou also asked if he needed to prepare some special ingredients.

"Don't bother with it, just prepare some common ingredients. ”

He doesn't like to forcibly subordinate to elegance, and he has no special preference for elegant-sounding meals like flower soup and dew. Moreover, if he really made some expensive or remote and rare ingredients, he was not so free to put them away. After all, carefully speaking, Qiao Heng has not shown his skills in this for a long time.

When he lives alone, he spends most of his time cooking casually, and for him, he pays more attention to nutrition and convenience than taste. And when he is with others, he often doesn't need to do it himself.

However, in the beginning, whenever his actual birthday came, he would bring a little interest in cooking a full table of meals for himself. He maintained this habit for a long time. But I forgot which life it was, he made such a table of delicacies for himself as usual, he stood alone at the table, looked down at the table full of dishes, sighed, and then didn't even bother to move the chopsticks, and turned away.

Since then, this skill, which was originally intended to satisfy the appetite, has been completely reduced to a utilitarian tool.

"Go and tell my father, and I'll say I'm going to eat here tonight. Hua Manlou said to a maid beside him.

The maid took the order and went to find the flower father as she said.

said that the maid in the courtyard, since receiving the instructions of his own seventh young master, couldn't help but feel a little stunned and nervous in his heart.

Before, the emperor directly broke Qiao Heng's identity in front of the servants of the Hua family in the courtyard, even if Qiao Heng sent them all out immediately afterward, but the sound of "Prince of the Southern Wang" was heard by the maids and maids present. Although I don't know who the person who spoke is, I think he is also a member of the clan.

They were originally trained by the Hua family to entertain the distinguished guests of the imperial court, and when the housekeeper asked them to come over before, they had some guesses about the identity of this Qiao Gongzi, but no one guessed that he was actually the prince of Pingnan.

It's fine if you don't know his identity, but after knowing his identity, you will inevitably be more cautious in your every move. No matter what he was going to do, he couldn't let him be hurt by the blades and firewood in the kitchen.

Of course, Qiao Heng would not be injured by a kitchen knife, let alone cut his fingers by the blade, until he finished work, not even a drop of oil star could touch the cuffs of his clothes.

He washed his hands with clean water, re-wrapped the Buddha beads that had been strung before on his hands at will, closed his eyes, hid his edge, and for a moment he really had a bit of the demeanor of a bodhisattva with low eyebrows.

There is really no trace of fireworks on his body.

He didn't do any out-of-the-way and novel dishes, they were all familiar dishes.

"How about Brother Hua taste it?"

This is probably the most unspeakable meal Hua Manlou has eaten in his life, not that these delicacies are difficult to eat, he can't find anything wrong with it at all.

It only dawned on him that the meals were all his favorite flavors.

I don't know why, he didn't even ask until he left—why don't you make something you love to eat?

......

At this point, the night was late.

Qiao Hengping lay flat on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep for a while.

Unexpectedly, after dinner, my stomach, which I didn't feel much, became uncomfortable again. Although colic has disappeared under the influence of the drug, it has been replaced by a vague discomfort that cannot be said to taste, but this discomfort is more difficult to ignore than the mere pain.

Fortunately, he can endure it, in fact, no matter how unwell he is now, he is much better than when he first came to this world.

At that time, Princess Pingnan had just passed away due to serious illness, and the real prince of Nan had to deal with it hastily every time he ate. The things that can be eaten during the vegan period of mourning are greatly reduced, and the lack of adequate nutrition on time and quantitatively, coupled with the sadness of day and night, the gastrointestinal function of this body has been ruined.

If the stomach is not good, it will make people even more unwilling to eat, so a vicious circle will be formed, and it is common sense that the prince of Nanwang will be in a coma for a while.

When Qiao Heng first took over this body, he couldn't help but spit it out even if he drank some water.

At that time, Nanwang was scared half to death by his condition, and the good doctors stationed in Nanwang's Mansion in the Tai Hospital were ready to fight, plus Qiao Heng often injured his stomach and intestines because of drinking medicine in his previous life experience, he already had experience in this, and secretly took care of himself without a trace, so he slowly got rid of this situation.

Since then, King Nan has ordered that Qiao Heng must be with him when he eats three meals a day.

It's a pity that there are some sequelae left after all.

Qiao Heng's sleeping posture is extremely regular, his hands are folded in front of his abdomen, the thumb of his right hand is just on the pulse of his left hand, he closes his eyes, he feels the regular beating of the pulse, counting the numbers again and again, and there are no other distracting thoughts.

After half an hour passed, the discomfort in the stomach still hadn't completely subsided, and the more Qiao Heng wanted to ignore it, the more obvious it became.

Qiao Heng was lying flat, and suddenly opened his eyes slowly, looking up without blinking.

Xu finally realized that he should be considered insomnia, and he couldn't sleep for a while, so he simply sat up from the bed.

He casually pulled a piece of clothing and draped it over his body, walked to the low couch on the other side of the room and sat down, and on the way he took the carving knife and rosary that he had placed on the table during the day.

Outside the window, the moonlight was obscured by clouds, and the candles in the house were unlit, and there was no light at all.

In the darkness of the night, Qiao Heng began to carve Buddhist scriptures on wooden beads. The number of words in the Heart Sutra was too small, and the number of words in the Myoho-renge-kyo Sutra was too much, so he did not turn the book, let alone copy the draft, and began to engrave the "Forty-two Chapters of the Buddha's Sayings" in his hand.

Even though he didn't see anything in the dark, his men didn't make the slightest mistake.

The engraved in his hand is Buddha, Zen, and goodness, as for what he thinks in his heart, it is probably "full of absurd words".

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