"Master, I'm ......"

She took her hand and put it in her palm, and said softly: "You and I can't be together all the time, you have to take care of yourself." "The most important thing is to learn to protect yourself." In this Yanwang Mansion, as my maidservant, you must not be bullied by anyone, do you understand? ”

Iris immediately nodded and said, "Iris understands." ”

"You have to believe that the current dilemma is only temporary. If you really can't stand the sinister situation in the Yan Palace, let me know, and I will go to ask Emperor Yan to allow you to return to the Military Division's Mansion. ”

"No!" Iris immediately shook his head and said: "Don't go back, the slave must be by the master's side, where the master is, the slave is there!" ”

"In that case, listen to me and make yourself strong, okay?"

"Yes!" Iris nodded heavily with her: "That's right! As he spoke, he took out a letter from his cuff, looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one around, he presented the letter to her and whispered: "Master, this is the flying pigeon biography of Gongzi Wen that I received this morning, please take a look at it." ”

She took the letter suspiciously, then opened it and quickly scanned the contents of the letter.

Iris was extremely curious, and hurriedly asked, "Master, what is written in the letter?" ”

Her face was solemn, and she said: "The letter said that Gongzi Wen personally went to Xiaozhu and inquired about Xiaozhu's mother, and learned that when someone faked his handwriting and passed a book to me that evening, Feng Wan'er of Jiaolan Pavilion was in Xiaozhu. ”

"How could she be there?" Iris said in surprise, and then after thinking about it, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at her and said, "Master, could it be that this matter has something to do with Feng Wan'er?" ”

She pondered for a moment and said slowly: "I learned from the mouth of the string song that Feng Wan'er was originally bought back to the palace by Emperor Yan from Xiaozhu, and she returned to Xiaozhu on that day, it may be a coincidence, or it may have something to do with this matter." In short, further verification is needed. ”

"Well, the slave will continue to pay attention to Wen Gongzi's flying pigeon transmission, and if there are further clues, he will inform the master immediately."

"Okay."

It's just that Feng Wan'er behaved so strangely about the string song, and the matter of the flying pigeon passing the book had something to do with her, all of this was definitely not accidental. Looks like she's going to have to do something tonight.

After a while, she asked Iris to leave first, and then leave, and at the gate of the courtyard where Emperor Xingzhiyan was sealed, she was caught up by the later Steward Shen.

"Asa-san!"

She subconsciously stopped, and when she looked back, she happened to see Steward Shen stop in front of her.

"Steward Shen, is there something wrong?"

"The prince asked you to go over."

“...... The prince asked me to go to the Qinxin Pavilion to wait, and now let me go again. After a pause, he said, "Is there anything urgent?" ”

Steward Shen smiled and said, "The prince only ordered me to come to look for you, and he didn't say what happened. ”

She nodded thoughtfully and said, "Okay, I'll go over now." ”

When I got to the door of the study, I raised my hand and knocked on the door.

"Knock knock!"

"Come in!"

She pushed the door and walked in, walked in front of him respectfully, did not look up at him, and said calmly: "Lord Wang, what are you looking for me?" ”

He closed the book, put his hands on the table, looked at her, and said, "This king wants you to go to the dining room." ”

"Huh?" She was slightly surprised: "What are you going to do in the dining room?" ”

His eyes moved slightly, and when he pressed the table with the palm of one hand, he got up and walked towards the tea table, sat down steadily, looked at the tea set in front of him, and then exchanged a look with her. She understood this and immediately stepped forward to pour him tea.

After serving the poured tea, he took it steadily, smelled the fragrance of the tea, the tea stopped between his noses, his face was pale, and he said: "The flower porridge you make is very good for the taste of this king, you are limited to go to the dining room one day before today, and teach the people in the dining room to make flower porridge." ”

"......" She didn't expect him to ask Steward Shen to call her over specifically for this. But I'm afraid this request is a bit difficult. After all, the flower porridge is boiled with glutinous rice with the Fuso petals she conjured, and the petals have her own aura, so the flower porridge is so delicious. Ordinary cooks can't make this taste at all.

Seeing that she was silent, he said unhappily: "What? Is this king's proposal difficult? ”

"That's not!" She immediately said softly: "Lord Wang, the full name of this flower porridge is called Fusang Flower Porridge, and it is made of Fusang flowers. This kind of hibiscus flower is definitely not good, you have to use the chandelier Fusang raised by the spirit of the fairy. However, in the whole country of Yanling, there is no chandelier Fusang, so it ......"

He stared at her: "In this case, where did you find the chandelier Fusang?" Made hibiscus flower porridge? ”

His question stumped her, and if he directly explained to him that she had conjured up, he would not believe it, and in this case, he would have to lie.

"That's right!" She hurriedly said: "I'm from Xianyi Valley, and I brought some out with the emperor when he went out of the valley, so I ......."

He withdrew his eyes, slowly put the tea in his hand into his mouth, and then put the tea down steadily, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect this chandelier Fusang to be so rare, so, flower porridge is also a rare thing." ”

"Lord Wang!" With a tactful look in her eyes, she said: "If the prince wants to eat, when I return to Xianyi Valley, I will bring some chandeliers for the prince and come back, and then make them for the prince to eat." ”

He glanced at her with his spare eyes, and then supported the right half of his face with his right hand, and said with a little disappointment: "Then I don't know what year and month it will take, this king finally plans to have breakfast, but the flower porridge is gone, so ...... It's okay not to eat this breakfast. ”

"Don't!" She hurriedly said: "In addition to making flower porridge, I will also make other things, and I can cook for the prince tomorrow morning, and it will definitely not be inferior to flower porridge!" ”

"Really?"

"Yes, yes!" She said quickly: "Lord Wang, you should eat breakfast every day, and it is best to develop a good habit of eating breakfast, which is very good for your health." ”

A faint smile was hooked at the corner of his mouth, and soft ripples appeared in his flat eyes.

Then he sat up straight and looked at her with a smile on his face: "In this case, this king is looking forward to breakfast tomorrow morning." ”

"I will definitely not disappoint the prince!"

Leaving Yan Difeng's study, she immediately went to the kitchen and picked out a few fresh vegetables for later.

The people in the kitchen knew that she would make breakfast for the prince every day in the future, and they were surprised and rejoiced at the same time. Because of the flower porridge she made, captured the hearts of everyone in the kitchen, they looked forward to what she made more than Yan Difeng.

The night came without warning, and the people in the palace of King Yan still fell asleep after late at night as usual, and only one person quietly put on his night clothes at this time, hiding a beautiful face under a black mask.

She shuttled through the palace of King Yan with a light posture, like a ghostly shadow.

After a while, he stopped steadily at the door of a room in Jiaolan Pavilion, and there was a wooden plaque with a hollow carved pear blossom wood hanging on the upper right side of the room, and three words were written on the wooden plaque - Feng Wan'er.

At this time, the candle flame in Feng Wan'er's house had been extinguished, and she must have fallen asleep.

Raising his hand, he gently pushed open the door, walked in cautiously, closed the door, and took out the night pearl from his waist to illuminate it.