In the past month, Yan Yue went out early and returned late every day, dispensing medicine in Huiyue Hall during the day, sitting in consultations, sometimes learning acupuncture from Master Hua in Tai Hospital, etc., and returning to the medical women's clinic at night to sleep directly. Although it is busier than in the palace, the mood is quite relaxed. Now as soon as Xuanyuan Yaohui's side had an accident, Yan Yue was grounded by the emperor, requiring Yan Yue to stay by the emperor's side every day to wait, even to the Tai Hospital. And Yan Yue, who finished diagnosing Ping'an early this morning, also received a strange task - to find someone.

"When I was in the early days, you found the person in this portrait from this palace." Murong Yan spoke very slowly, seemed to be very cautious, and seemed to have a feeling of wanting to speak, which made Yan Yue feel that there were some things he didn't say clearly.

"The emperor wants to find someone in this palace, it's not simple, as long as you paint a few more portraits, and then order the guards to divide into a few more teams, you can turn this palace upside down, not to mention people, even if a mouse believes it, it can't run away. The emperor asked the slave to find it, isn't this a bit ......" Yan Yue blurted out, but Yan Yue omitted it later, what is it? Yan Yue wanted to say that the emperor was a little inappropriate. It's just that Yan Yue dared to criticize the emperor like this in person, so she could only slander in her belly.

"Only you and I know about this now, and we must not publicize it. And this portrait was only obtained in my dream, and I don't know if this person really exists, so I can only look for it secretly. Murong Yan let out a long sigh, and finally explained the truth of the matter to Yan Yue one by one. The person he was looking for was not a real-life person, but a dream person. A few days ago, he had the same dream in succession, and he dreamed that a saint came to him with a rice pot and chopping board on his back, saying that he had been sent by God to assist him in government affairs, and had been with him for some time, and now God was already accusing him of neglecting the saint.

Dream of a saint! I also carry a rice cooker and a cutting board! Yan Yue couldn't help but pout. It is estimated that this Murong Yan did not dream of a saint, but he was hungry because he didn't eat well at night, so he dreamed that someone was carrying a rice pot and a cutting board. If you dream of a beautiful woman, you can understand that you are looking for it in a hurry, and you can't believe that you are in a hurry to find a saint with a rice pot and a chopping board on your back.

"The next day after I woke up, I searched among the ministers and hundreds of officials, and almost every official has had the opportunity to face the saint these days, but none of them are the people of my dreams. I thought, since the saint has come to my side, those guards I have not neglected, these days my guards have changed every day, yesterday I brought nearly 300 guards out of the palace, but none of them are the person I want to find. As for the eunuchs, the fathers-in-law in my palace all entered the palace at a young age, and these people can also be excluded. Murong Yan said little by little, he was busy looking for the person in his dreams these days, the more Yan Yue listened, the more bored he became, this was just a dream, can he take it seriously!

Murong Yan's heart was gloomy, there are many ministers available in the court, and there are many capable ministers, but how many of these ministers are loyal? Today's Murong Yan urgently needs a virtuous minister who is loyal to him, a capable minister who is loyal to him, and that person must be found by Murong Yan himself. Dealing with those courtiers with bad intentions like that, Murong Yan believed that everything was only a matter of time!

"Yan Yue, do you remember this portrait?" Murong Yan thought about it, but saw Yan Yue's deviant appearance.

"Remember, fat head and big ears, like a cook." Yan Yue blurted out. With just this sentence, I saw a sharp light flashing in Murong Yan's eyes. Yan Yue hurriedly corrected: "The slave maid is using the image memory method, isn't it the emperor you said that this saint is still carrying a rice pot and chopping board?" This is fat-headed and big-eared, so the slave maid thought of the cook. ”

Yan Yue's attitude angered Murong Yan, a saint that Murong Yan recognized in his heart, but when it came to her Yan Yue's mouth, he became a cook. Yan Yue stared at Murong Yan's face cautiously, this man was too easy to get angry, but a cook, he was like this. Looking at him step by step, Yan Yue only felt that her little heart was fluttering and she could beat violently, what did this person want to do! What are you doing with such a scary?

Murong Yan didn't know what she was going to do, she was just angry, and wanted to teach her not to be so absent-minded about this matter, and wanted to tell her not to be so arrogant in front of her. Look at her self-proclaimed slave maid, but in that demeanor, where does she feel that she is a slave. Approaching her step by step, facing her frightened little face, Murong Yan didn't know what he was going to do.

"Your Majesty, the slave knows it's wrong!" Murong Yan paused, and Yan Yue quickly became kind and took the initiative to admit her mistakes.

The pitiful little face, the frightened deer-like eyes when nervous, and the eyelashes that trembled from time to time, made the anger in Murong Yan's heart slowly disappear. His mouth still rebuked: "Such audacity, you now know that you are wrong!" It's just that when the words came out, there was no strength, and there were some spoiling ingredients.

Yan Yue stared at Murong Yan in surprise, there seemed to be something more in his eyes, like pity, and like ...... It's just that before Yan Yue analyzed it clearly, one hand had already held up Yan Yue's chin, and the handsome face was close in front of her, Yan Yue hadn't figured out what the situation was, her brain was in ignorance, and her aggressive lips had been suppressed!

"Let go of me!" Yan Yue dodged, and her brain recovered. I remember the last time he said, "I want you to be a great favor to you!" Glaring at the man in front of her, Yan Yue struggled harder. didn't know that at this time, she was lying in his arms, and she had no momentum at all. Although that stare was annoying, there was an indescribable coquettishness in Murong Yan's eyes. The lips were overwhelmed again, long and crazy. Murong Yan used his tongue to forcefully separate the clenched teeth, curled the sweet tongue and twisted it, greedily sucking the sweet liquid......

"Your Majesty, it's time to get up early!" Father-in-law Zhang's voice sounded outside the door, Murong Yan still had enough to let go of the sweetness in his arms, looking at Yan Yue's blood-dripping little face, he couldn't help but show a smug smile.

"Why are you kissing me?" An uncertain rebuke, lacking in strength. A man only licked the corners of his lips again, as if he was reminiscing about the taste just now, and did not reflect on anything wrong with his behavior just now. Yan Yue responded lightly in annoyance: "You said the wrong thing, this is your punishment!" ”

Yan Yue was so angry that she couldn't find the words to refute him. It wasn't until he left his palace that he remembered that there were many words to refute him. It's just too late. It's just that he is not angry that he said that the saint is a cook? And he found a man like the cook and gave it to him, and saw if he believed the dream in the future!

Thinking like this, Yan Yue's footsteps went straight to the imperial dining room. Under the sign of inspecting lunch for the emperor, Yan Yue was unimpeded in the imperial dining room. As Yan Yue expected, there were most fat-headed and big-eared people in the imperial dining room! It is said that because the chef is always cooking the food, the high temperature causes the oil to produce oil and gas, which is absorbed by the skin, and accumulates over many years, and naturally becomes body fat. There are also chefs who have to taste all kinds of dishes constantly, and it is natural to get fat when they eat more. Yan Yue couldn't help but think of the chubby cloves, and couldn't help but shudder, Yan Yue decided that as long as there was a little condition in the future, she would never step into the kitchen.

Opportunities are always given to those who dare to imagine, and Yan Yue was so proud that she could barely smile from ear to ear. Because in the back hall of the imperial dining room, Yan Yue really found someone, a man with a fat head and big ears, who was chopping meat on the cutting board with a kitchen knife in his hand. Of course, such people can be seen everywhere in the imperial dining room, but this person's face is really seven or eight points similar to the person in Murong Yan's portrait.

"You, what's your name?" As soon as Yan Yue was proud, she immediately forgot her identity, and her tone of questioning was like that of the minister who was ordered to handle the case.

"Rong--saint--man! You say that you are a saint of the Dajon Dynasty? The cook's casual answer made Yan Yue unable to answer for a long time, how dare this cook be so bold and dare to call himself a saint of the Darong Dynasty.

"The glory of glory, the victory of victory, the benevolence of righteousness, the glory of benevolence." The cook explained with a smile, and when he smiled, there was a kind of wisdom and understanding between his eyebrows. That smile also made Yan Yue in a trance, as if he really didn't look like a cook, but like a saint. It's just that when Yan Yue looked at him again, the thought that suddenly flashed in his mind was gone, because Rong Shengren's hand was still holding the kitchen knife. Didn't the sage say, "A gentleman is far away from cooking"? If it was a saint, of course he wouldn't be a cook, otherwise Murong Yan wouldn't have heard Yan Yue say that his face changed color when he heard Yan Yue talk about cooking.

"Come with me, the emperor wants to ask you some dishes." Yan Yue was proud in her heart, and said casually, then Murong Yan couldn't have imagined that he would really find him a cook! The key is that this cook is still very similar to the portrait in his hand. Didn't he believe in dreams? This time, Yan Yue must wake him up from his dream. Yan Yue walked proudly in front, but she didn't notice that the person also calmly sorted out his clothes and set off, which was completely different from the behavior of ordinary minions.

When Yan Yue arrived, Murong Yan's early dynasty had just ended, and he was reading the folds carefully with fragrant tea. Hearing Yan Yuedi's announcement, Murong Yan's eyes widened in surprise. Repeating Yan Yue's words in disbelief: "You said you found the person in the portrait? ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, the slave maid has found it, but it can only be said that it is seven or eight points similar to the person in the portrait. Of course, he may not be the person the emperor is looking for, but the slave wants to ask the emperor to check it before continuing to search. Yan Yue said the ugly words first, even if Murong Yan was angry, he also had something to say first. Whoever makes him want to kiss himself, kiss himself!

Yan Yue stayed in the hall with the mood of watching jokes, but fortunately, Murong Yan expelled the others from the hall, but he was extremely kind to Yan Yue. Maybe it's because this saint was found by Yan Yue. Yan Yue hurried to eat Murong Yan's dim sum in a happy mood, and listened to the conversation between Murong Yan and the cook intentionally or unintentionally.

For a moment, Yan Yue forgot to eat a snack. For a moment, Yan Yue was even more amazed at the high quality of the people of the Darong Dynasty, an ordinary cook, who could actually say so many philosophical words with one mouth. For example, a person can see his own face when he looks at the water, and the country can see the people to know the state of governance. For example, when the warehouse is full, people can know etiquette; Only when food and clothing are abundant can people understand honor and disgrace. For example, if a state's decree is as unimpeded as a flowing spring, it must be because it conforms to the will of the people. Whatever the people desired, it was to be satisfied; Whatever the people oppose, let him be confessed and discarded

Yan Yue was dumbfounded when she heard this, until she was driven out by Murong Yan for some reason. It's just that along the way, Yan Yue kept reflecting on whether that person was a cook or a saint! I just thought that my head was almost broken, and I didn't come up with a reason.