Listening to Zhao Gao's "advice", I suddenly understood the meaning of his words: No wonder he smiled at me like that, it turned out that he thought that I wanted to rest more in Yingzheng so that the Qin State could win the war later and give the Qi State a chance to transit.

I raised my eyebrows, coldly looked at Zhao Gao, who was smart and dialysis people's hearts, and my tone was cold.

"Zhao Gao, just because the Qi Kingdom is not dead, the palace cares about the king and cares about it?" I raised my voice.

Zhao Gao was not afraid of my cold color, and he showed a helplessness on his face that I didn't admit that he couldn't help it.

"Madam, if you care about the king, then you should care about what the king cares about, and what the king wants most at this time is not sleep, but war." His voice was heavy.

I shrank my eyebrows and looked at Zhao Gao's eyebrows, and Zhao Gao also raised his unyielding head and stared at me in a stalemate.

I understand, my status as the princess of Qi makes me disagree with Zhao Gao, and my position and majesty will definitely not shake him to obey orders, what I can do is to make him feel that it is beneficial and harmless to him.

"Just wait for the king to wake up and then report it, and if there is any guilt, this palace will bear it alone." I boasted of the Haikou promise.

For Zhao Gao, whether he wants Ying Zheng to sleep more or not, the fact that I can take responsibility for it alone, and the fact that I may make a big mistake that makes Ying Zheng angry is something he wants to see, so after hearing my suggestion, Zhao Gao readily agreed.

"Since it is the order of the lady, it is better for the slave to be respectful." He smiled and agreed.

I looked away from him, so as not to give myself a bargaining chip that I wasn't sure if I would get into trouble.

Seeing that Zhao Gao and I had finished speaking, Luo Cong stepped forward with concern and said, "Madam." You didn't eat at noon, but you felt hungry? What Madame wants to use. The slave and maid instructed the imperial dining room to prepare. ”

From early morning to noon, I was pulled by Yingzheng to take a lunch break without stopping, and until now, I haven't taken a drop of water, and my stomach is a little hungry. But thinking of Yingzheng lying in the dormitory, I didn't want to eat alone.

I was just about to shake my head and show Luo Cong that I wanted to wait for Ying Zheng to wake up and see if he stayed for dinner before making plans, Zhao Gao took a step forward and said with a smile.

"Madame Qiqi, when the king was busy with government affairs in the previous dynasty, he mentioned many times the eight-treasure porridge that you once served, Madame. The king did not use much in the morning, and if he awoke and saw your porridge, his wife, he would be glad. ”

Regardless of whether Zhao Gao is trying to tie up Yingzheng (if Yingzheng Ruyi sees the porridge he wants to drink. I don't have to think about it to know if it was his intimate Zhao Gao who voted for me), or because of the kindness to me who was about to make a big mistake in his eyes, I also had a rare opportunity to do something for Yingzheng, so I even ordered Luo Cong to prepare ingredients to cook for Yingzheng.

Eight treasure porridge, stewed chicken soup with eggplant, steamed pork ribs with mint, stewed locust flowers... After a few trainings, my cooking skills have improved a lot, compared to the first time I prepared a dish for Lin Jixiang, I stewed smashing sparse vegetables and meat. I don't know how many times stronger.

Ying Zheng was so tired that he hadn't woken up at nightfall, so I took the book and leaned on the edge of the couch where he was lying. Quietly stared at his rarely calm face.

There must have been experience of going to the battlefield in person, and when I looked closely, I could see the scars on Ying Zheng's cheeks that had faded due to the precipitation of the years, and it must have hurt very much.

Ying Zheng's complexion was bronzed, and he used his fingers to lightly scratch his skin, and the thick solid muscle feeling made people want to scream and tremble, and his heart was beating.

This man is resolute and hard, in his heart. It must have squeezed out a lot of past thoughts, right?

The biological mother was given to the father as a gift by the middle father; Together with his father, he returned to Qin after suffering as a hostage in Zhao State, and was ostracized by the Empress Dowager Huayang, who was in power in Qin State; endured humiliation and succeeded to the throne, was under the jurisdiction of his middle father, and was coveted and trampled by his mother's favorite man...

Thinking that all these earth-shattering things that I didn't know much about had happened to such a majestic man, I was suddenly able to understand all his cold and stern expressions, and how many painful memories belonged to him alone in his life experience?

Was it trampled by Zhao Wangjia enough plums, or was it forced by the Empress Dowager Huayang to pamper Mrs. Xing, or other more helpless facts?

His eyelashes suddenly moved, and I hurriedly picked up the book on my lap and turned my back to him to calm my beating heart.

A chuckle came from behind my ears, and after a whisper, Yingzheng's snort sprayed on my cheeks.

"What are you looking at?" He buried his head in my collarbone and sniffed.

Although I had a forethought, I was still startled by the warm breath of Yingzheng who was really intimate and intimate, and my hands grasped the bamboo book, and my neck was stiff and motionless.

"The king is awake? Did you sleep well? I asked in a whisper.

Without answering me immediately, Ying Zheng stretched out his arm and lifted my hand to get me up, pulled me back and sat me on the couch, and then fell into his arms.

"The widow has Tianxi by his side, how can he not sleep well." He imprisoned me, squinting back to his senses.

was really embraced by Ying Zheng, my heart was pounding, and I stiffened myself when I was beating tightly.

"The king slept well, and the concubine was most afraid of accidentally startling the king's sleep."

Hearing my cautious remarks, Ying Zheng's mouth grinded indulgently on my sideburns.

"You are with the widow, just be yourself, don't deliberately avoid anything, and don't let unwarranted concerns change your original nature."

This is Yingzheng's heart and expectations for me, right?

"Whoa." I promised, but I still couldn't help but maintain the stiffness of my limbs.

Although it is stiff, because his mind is on the breath of Yingzheng around him, he doesn't feel tired even if it takes a long time.

When I was almost back to my senses, I looked up at him and said, "The king is hungry, right?" Would you like to have dinner? ”

If it happened to be in time for dinner, maybe Ying Zheng would have to take care of the other princesses and move to her palace to eat, but it had been a while since the meal, and he went to someone else's place again, and others had already eaten, so I didn't ask him if he wanted to stay, but directly asked him if he wanted to eat.

Ying Zheng let go of me a little and said with a smile: "Tianxi is hungry, right?" Let them pass the meal. ”

I pretended to be a mysterious straight musician and said to Ying Zheng: "The banquet has been set up early, and I am waiting for you to wake up and enjoy it, Your Majesty." ”

Looking at my smiling face, Yingzheng breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It seems that the good dreams of widows are still continuing." He sighed, happy.

When Luo Cong saw me and Yingzheng getting up, he brought someone to wash his hands, briefly helped us sort it out, and whispered to me: "Madam, the meal will be hot, please invite Mrs. Wang to eat." ”

I nodded, turned to Ying Zheng to speak, and first gave him a "preventive shot" against the expectations of this dinner.

"Your Majesty, you are not allowed to say anything more 'hard to chew' and just want to be fresh, even if you have an opinion—reserve!" I sold the pass and laughed alone with the last two words.

Ying Zheng looked at me with interest and exclaimed, "'It's hard to chew'? Isn't it that Tian Xi is dedicating himself to the imperial dining room for the widow again? Is this a blessing for the widow, or is it a blessing for a lesser mouth? ”

He raised his eyebrows in a pretended tangle.

I could hear that Yingzheng was deliberately teasing me, so I pouted and couldn't help but be coquettish and feign anger. "Your Majesty—" I stopped, and looked at him with a squeamish look.

When the meaning of the word was reached, Yingzheng smiled "haha", took my hand and paced to the dining table, looking at the table full of food and bent his eyes.

"The widow only said that bowl of porridge, why did you make so many dishes all at once, all of which were made by you?" He looked at me in disbelief.

I agreed with his "unbelievable", blushed at his speculation, and embarrassedly confessed.

"Originally, I only needed to pass on the dishes made by the slaves and concubines, but I was afraid that the king would not be used to eating them, so I ordered the king's cooks to make some." I muttered quietly.

Ying Zheng smiled knowingly, looked at Zhao Gao, and gave an order casually.

"The widow only eats the dishes made by Mrs. Xi for dinner today, and all the dishes made in the imperial dining room have been withdrawn." He said it casually and clearly.

Zhao Gao was stunned for a moment, his small eyes turned and glanced at the imperial doctor who was accompanying him, and when he saw that the imperial doctor couldn't interject, he had to reluctantly step forward, and hesitated to withdraw the dishes.

"Wait." I spoke in a second in the voice of Zhao Gao's order to withdraw the dishes: "Your Majesty, although the slave concubine has done her best, but what about the finished product, the slave concubine is also ashamed to offer ugliness, the king just tastes it, or use more dishes made by the imperial kitchen." ”

How guilty I would be if I made a half-cooked meal that made him sick of his stomach.

Ying Zheng looked at me who was not confident and smiled tolerantly, and he looked at Zhao Gao again with a somewhat gloomy face, as if he was very dissatisfied with Zhao Gao's service.

"Withdrawn." He repeated the order.

Ying Zheng said one sentence twice, which made Zhao Gaorou jump, he didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly waved his hand to let the maid withdraw the food. Approaching the table and leaving in order, for a while there were only a few dishes left on the full banquet table, and I don't know how it tasted, but I was ashamed to look good.

I didn't comment on the appearance of the dishes, and Ying Zheng preferred to look at my face compared to the color of the dishes.

"The widow wants to taste it, doesn't Tianxi report the name of the dish?" Ying Zheng looked at me with respect.

In the Imperial Dining Room, each Imperial Chef can create a dish name by himself, and if he is appreciated by the masters, the Imperial Chef can completely use the name of the dish to become an instant hit, so the self-appointed name of the dish is a respect for the cook. However, the dishes I have eaten two thousand years later in my memory (if I may barely allow me to say that I am restoring the true meaning of the dishes in my memory) are not good enough, and the name of the dish is really hard to say.

"Perhaps, after the king used them, he didn't want them to have names." I responded to him humorously and also said sincere inferiority.

To my sideways, the blow I made to my own dinner only increased Yingzheng's interest in them.

"Such humility has made the widow even more curious about what they taste."