Yang Zheng's words were forced back into his stomach by the sharp long sword, and his right hand didn't have time to feel the rich touch, so he hurriedly raised his hands above his head.

"Who are you?" The cold voice didn't seem to carry a trace of emotion, and the sharp blade of the sword gave Yang Zhengzhi goosebumps.

"I have no ill intentions, just now that person wanted to steal her things, I want to stop..."

Yang Zheng said as calmly as he could, slowly standing up.

What caught her eye was a pair of cold and beautiful eyes, the white veil covered most of her face, and the woman saw that Yang Zheng was indeed not hostile, and looked at the little girl, and the purse was indeed gone.

The sudden turn of events caused the crowd to become chaotic, and the little beggar had already slipped away from the chaos.

The woman put away her long sword, glanced at Yang Zheng lightly, and was about to pull the girl away.

"Sister Jian, I'm hungry..."

The little girl looked at Yang Zheng thoughtfully, took the woman's hand and said pitifully, her face like a little fairy and her pitiful expression were bursting with lethality.

"Temple... Fu'er, I didn't bring any money, let's go back and eat", hearing the little girl's painting, the woman instantly changed from an iceberg beauty to a bosom sister, and said softly to the girl.

"We don't have any money, he does, whoever makes him so stupid, the thief can't catch it," the little girl whispered to the woman, but the voice was loud enough for Yang Zheng to hear clearly.

"Neither did I..."

Yang Zheng said embarrassedly.

"I don't care!" The little girl didn't expect Yang Zheng to say such a sentence and hug the woman and coquettish.

"This is not far from my house, if you don't go to my house, I'll get you something to eat..."

Yang Zheng said in a ghostly manner, and just after speaking, he realized that he was a little abrupt, but he didn't expect the little girl to say without hesitation: "Okay, go quickly!" ”

Yang Zheng seriously doubted that he was born with a kind face, and the little girl followed him without even asking where she went, and the woman didn't even object.

Yang Zheng's small courtyard is on the outermost side of the Yang Mansion, and a special door has been opened on the wall, which has been completely separated from the Yang Mansion.

Yang Zheng's small courtyard has not changed much, but there are a lot of living utensils, including the iron pot he asked the blacksmith to make for himself, the smelting technology of this era is not yet able to mass-produce such things as iron pots, Yang Zheng spent a lot of money to hire someone to play it.

It doesn't cost much money to invite a cook and maid in Kaifeng Mansion, Yang Zheng doesn't have the habit of letting you serve, so he will cook something delicious when he is in a good mood, and the guy who cooks has prepared a lot.

"You rest for a while, I'll get you something to eat!"

There are not many ingredients at home, and there are still leftovers that were not eaten last night, and when a fire is lit, Yang Zheng starts cooking with his hands and feet.

"Your Highness, do you know him?"

After Yang Zheng entered the kitchen, the woman whispered to the little girl.

"I don't know," the little girl shook her head decisively, and denied it, although she didn't know what the colt meant, but her mother told her that this person was the one who had been with her all her life, and she didn't know how long her life was, but it was very long, and although it was the second time she saw her today, she was sure that this was her colt, and she had always been curious about her colt.

"Heh..."The woman shook her head, obviously not convinced, and did not ask.

Jian Rou is the personal disciple of the head of Miaoyun Dao in Wutai Mountain, Zhao Zhen spent a lot of money to ask Xia Shanshan to be Princess Fukang's bodyguard, and got along with Princess Fukang for more than a year, Princess Fukang's temperament she couldn't be more familiar with.

It didn't take long for a strange scent to come from the kitchen.

Yangzhou fried rice, on the basis of egg fried rice with other ingredients, the unique fragrance was born in the Great Song Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, so that two beauties, one big and one small, unconsciously look forward to it.

In addition to fried rice, Yang Zheng also specially cooked a bowl of green vegetable soup, golden fried rice with green vegetable soup, when Yang Zheng entered the house, Princess Fukang's eyes never left the plate in Yang Zheng's hand.

"Taste it!"

This modern very common snack made the two of them full of praise, and the two affirmed Yang Zheng's cooking skills with practical actions, most of the big bowl of fried rice went into Princess Fukang's stomach, and the usually pure-hearted Jia Jianrou also ate a lot, and what made Yang Zheng most satisfied was that he finally saw the true face of the iceberg goddess.

Naturally, you can no longer wear a veil when eating, and at the moment when Jian Rou took off the veil, Yang Zheng naturally thought of the little dragon girl written by the old man Jin: beautiful and elegant, but she couldn't force her eyes, but her expression was cold and indifferent, it was really pure as ice and snow, but it was also as cold as ice and snow, and the world often described the beauty of women with the words beautiful as a fairy, but no one knew how the fairy was beautiful.

The little girl ate his meal, so he knew that the little girl's name was Fu'er, who was the head of Wutai Mountain Miaoyun Dao, and the iceberg beauty was called Jianrou, who was her senior sister.

"Brother Yang, will you make it for me tomorrow?"

At the gate of the small courtyard, Princess Fukang said sweetly to Yang Zheng.

"No problem, I'll make you something else delicious next time,"

Although the little girl Fu'er is very beautiful and cute, Jian Rou is the goddess in Yang Zheng's mind, if you want to capture a person's heart, you have to grab his stomach first, Yang Zheng feels that he wants to grab Jian Rou's stomach.

"Brother Yang, goodbye!"

Inexplicably lost the money, but attracted two diners to his small courtyard, and Yang Zheng had to get money from the cheap second master again.

Braised pork!

It's called Flower Chicken!

Braised lion's head!

……

As Emperor Renzong's favorite daughter, Princess Fukang has eaten too many delicacies from the mountains and seas, and the imperial kitchen skills in the palace are not comparable to Yang Zheng's half-, but it is these simple snacks that Princess Fukang and Jian Rou linger.

At this time, Emperor Renzong already had a stack of files on his desk, which recorded Princess Fukang's daily itinerary and related things in great detail, and even remembered clearly what ingredients Yang Zheng bought every day.

His son died again, and Emperor Renzong transferred all his favor to his daughter, and as long as she was happy, these things were within his tolerance.

"Sister Jian, look..."

After coming a few times, Fukang was already very familiar with this small courtyard, and when Yang Zheng was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, she ran into Yang Zheng's study curiously, wandering around with interest, but she didn't expect to find Jian Rou's "photo" on the desk.

A very ordinary piece of rice paper, on which is a sketch portrait drawn with a pencil, Jian Rou looked at the portrait in the hand of Princess Fukang steadily, it is hard to imagine that someone can be miraculous, and she seems to be another living self in the painting.

"This..."

Carefully took the portrait, the more Jian Rou looked at it, the more he liked it, and when Yang Zheng returned to the living room, he found the portrait in Jian Rou's hand.

"Miss Jianrou..."

"Young Master Yang..."

The two spoke almost at the same time, then stopped at the same time in embarrassment.

"It's okay to be idle, practice your painting skills..."

Yang Zheng said embarrassedly.

"Brother Yang, you are partial, there is no mine", when the two were embarrassed, Princess Fukang said aggrievedly.

"Fu'er, isn't it too late for me to paint, why don't I help you paint one now?"

Of course, the paintings of people who secretly painted were broken, and Yang Zheng felt a little embarrassed for the two generations, so he naturally had to hurry up when he got under the steps.

The tools are very simple, a blank piece of paper, a pencil made by Yang Zheng specially asked craftsmen, the craftsmanship of the ancients made him admire, although it is not as easy to use as modern production, but it is enough for painting.