Song Huaci had no choice but to return to the Huiyan Pavilion, her heart was still full of unwillingness, she really didn't believe it, what danger could she encounter in broad daylight, Meng Zhaoyan must be making a big fuss.

"If you don't let you do it, if you don't let you do it, what else can I do? Eat, sleep, sleep, eat! Song Huaci poured himself a glass of water, and put the teacup on the table without holding back his temper, and Meng Zhaoyan, who came later, happened to hear this.

Meng Zhaoyan is only full of helplessness now, not letting the Song Painting Temple go out of the house is just worried about the safety of the Song Painting Temple, and she said that there is really nothing left except helplessness.

Tea splashed, Meng Zhaoyan beckoned Xiyue to come over to clean up, and continued to persuade: "You listen to me once, I will recruit you a troupe in the mansion, you can listen to it with Miss Song San, don't think about going out of the mansion." ”

"What kind of troupe, I don't like to listen to that! You can't listen to other people sing for a day! ”

"Then what do you want, I'll ask someone to buy it for you."

"I don't want it!" Song Huaci looked at him and said word by word: "I want to leave the house, whether you want to or not, agree or not, I will leave the house!" ”

Meng Zhaoyan stroked his forehead with a headache, "Ancestral Hall, don't force me to lock you up!" ”

"Meng Zhaoyan! You try! I'm not a subordinate of your palace, why are you locking me up! Song Huaci hurriedly stood up and asked loudly.

"If you insist on going your own way, I will do it!"

Song Huaci was choked by him, yes, this is Meng Zhaoyan's mansion, all the subordinate guards obey his Meng Zhaoyan's orders, she is an unarmed woman, with that little three-legged cat kung fu, it is impossible to fight against him.

The Song Painting Ancestral Hall turned its brain, and the hard ones didn't work to the soft ones.

Song Huaci softened his voice and said: "Meng Zhaoyan, I beg you, I promised my sister, you can't let me break my word, besides, my sister's annual birthday, if I miss it this year, I have to wait for another year, and my sister can't be locked in the house for the rest of her life and not go out, right?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan felt even more headache, his princess really had thirty-six plans to be staged in turn, and now this is a beauty plan.

He still shook his head and said, "No matter what, you can't leave the house." ”

Song Huaci couldn't help but want to grit her teeth, she was like this, Meng Zhaoyan still didn't eat soft or hard.

I wonder where she has done this to people in the past, but Meng Zhaoyan didn't agree to such a small request.

"Stingy!" Song Huaci said goodbye and left, I really didn't want to see Meng Zhaoyan's annoying face again.

Meng Zhaoyan looked at the Song Painting Ancestral Hall's performance, felt extremely cute, couldn't help laughing, he pointed to the door, and said to Xiyue on the side: "Xiyue, follow, look at the princess, don't have anything wrong." ”

Xiyue watched the audience from the sidelines, and with years of patience, she couldn't laugh, their princess was so cute.

Xiyue listened to the order and hurriedly responded, and followed with small steps.

Song Painting Temple couldn't go far, and when I walked into the garden, I was so angry that I couldn't walk, I wanted to pick flowers when I saw them, and I wanted to pull out the grass when I saw them, so I was so angry that I couldn't do it, but I still couldn't help it.

The spring cold has passed, it is a good season for flowers to bloom, if you don't care about the Song Painting Temple at the moment is so angry that her eyes are on fire, she stands in the flowers, it is really a wonderful beauty.

This is what the evening moon saw when she arrived, and the princess could always surprise her.

In the room, Xiyue also listened to everything through the conversation between the two, it was nothing more than that the princess wanted to take Miss Song San out of the house together, and the prince did not agree because he was afraid that it would be too dangerous outside.

Although Xiyue felt that what the prince said had a point, her heart was still towards the princess, so she used her brains to give an idea to the Song Painting Temple.

"Princess, are you still thinking about it?"

Song Huaci puffed out his cheeks, which was really cute, and nodded and complained: "Yes! ”

Xiyue chuckled lightly and said, "The slave maid gave the princess an idea, but the princess wants to hear it?" ”

"Of course, of course," Song Huaci nodded vigorously, looking excited, "Come and tell me about it!" ”

Xiyue approached, whispered in her ear, Song Huaci's eyes lit up, and she nodded again and again.

After speaking, Xiyue asked with a smile: "Princess, what is the method that the slave said?" ”

Song Huaci was already confident, and said: "Of course you can, this is not difficult for me!" ”

"But ......" Xiyue hesitated: "The princess is the daughter of the Song family who does not touch the spring water with her fingers, how can she do such a thing?" ”

"Uh......" That's right, she forgot what she shouldn't do as a Song Painting Ancestral Hall.

Song Huaci couldn't think of a reason for a while, so he saw that Xiyue made up for it first, "Ah, the slave maid once heard that Song Taifu is not as good as a concubine to a concubine, and the princess is like this, it can't be true, right?" ”

Song Huaci nodded sincerely, and said: "Yes, yes, my sister and I have been dependent on each other for many years, it's really not easy, don't mention it in those days, I'll go first...... Oh no, you asked someone to prepare the materials for me. ”

"The slave understands, does the princess know where the kitchen is?"

Song Huaci shook his head truthfully, I really don't know.

Xiyue couldn't help laughing, and said, "Princess, come with me, the slave and maid will start cooking after the princess is ready, don't let the prince know." ”

Song Huaci nodded and followed her.

The idea that Fang Cai Xiyue said was to cook a meal for Meng Zhaoyan, it is not difficult to cook a meal, if it is placed on the former Song Painting Temple, it is comparable to the blue sky, but the Song Painting Temple is reincarnated, she was an orphan in her previous life, cooking is a good job, if she can't do it, she should have starved to death, so Xiyue's idea is just right.

The kitchen is in a corner of the house, and there are a lot of cooks and people, and Xiyue will call everyone over one by one, prepare things and seal their mouths, and leave a few more to help, and the rest of the staff can take vacation.

Xiyue wanted to help, but was pushed away by the Song Painting Temple, and could only watch from the sidelines, the Song Painting Temple was quick and skillful, unlike a person who cooked for the first time, she thought that the princess was capable, and on the other hand, she shouted for the princess, the dignified daughter of the Song family, but was forced to learn these chores that should not be contaminated.

Song Huaci really took out his life's work to make this meal, because he remembered the dishes on the table of the palace in the past, he was embarrassed not to put a dozen dishes on the table, and the style was exquisite, the color and flavor were complete, and the effort to make it decent was really indispensable.

She forgot that there are so many cooks in the palace, and one person can be busy with one dish, so she has only one hand, and it is difficult to adjust the beams.

This dinner lasted from the afternoon to the evening, and Meng Zhaoyan didn't find anyone to urge him, just because when the Song Painting Temple arrived at the kitchen, the secret guard told him about the matter, and he could guess what the Song Painting Temple was going to do when he thought about it, and he was both funny and distressed in his heart.

It's funny that Song Huaci has so many ideas, and he really wants to convince her, but he is distressed because Song Huaci has done this for this matter, and he really can't bear it in his heart.

Meng Zhaoyan worked in the study for a long time, and waited for someone to come to invite someone to eat before moving.

As soon as he arrived at the dining hall, the pungent aroma made Meng Zhaoyan a little distracted, he thought that the Song Painting Temple was cooking for the first time, but this effect obviously proved that he was wrong.

As soon as he raised his eyes, Song Huaci was standing at the table, slightly cramped and shy, looking at him expectantly.