The cook in the back kitchen occasionally had free time, and would come to He Le'an to ask for some steaming skills, she was not stingy or hidden, she would answer whatever she asked, and sometimes she would take the initiative to inform the ingenuity of different cooking methods, and soon she had a good relationship with the woman who was nearly forty years old, from which she learned that when she cooked, she had a subconsciously 'bad' habit of pleasing the princess - that is, she often cooked whatever the princess liked to eat.

"Aunt Ni, do you know why a well-done restaurant always has an endless stream of customers?" He Le'an smiled casually, "They not only strive for the original dishes, but also craft fresh dishes, so that regular customers will not leave because of other new dishes, and the taste will sometimes vary with different moods and different climates." ”

She said with admiration: "You have been in charge of cooking for more than 20 years, and you are so good at controlling the heat, it is not difficult to innovate, as long as you adapt to the changes of weather and seasons, and make appropriate use of different materials." ”

Aunt Ni was empowered, grateful in every way, dejected when she came, and happy when she left.

Fang Rui smiled: "It's been a long time since I've seen her so happy, as if she had picked up a few hundred taels of silver." ”

The more she cares about something, the more she is afraid of losing something, Aunt Ni has served the princess for many years, and she is used to being favored, if the princess no longer eats what she cooks, even if she doesn't need to leave the palace, she will gradually be replaced by a newcomer, of course she will be troubled.

Seeing He Le'an smiling and silent, Fang Rui said: "Today is the fifteenth, according to the convention, the princess will have dinner with the prince and the king of Yuejun, little master, you can relax again." "Although the princess likes to eat fasting dishes and occasionally worships the Buddha, she does not avoid meat.

Hearing this, she said, "Then can I go out?" I want to buy some scriptures and go back to the temple to give to my brothers. During this time, because the food she cooked was very appetizing, the princess gave a lot of rewards, including silver tickets.

"You are not a prisoner of the palace, of course you can, the king of Yuejun asked, and the servant will tell you the truth." Fang Rui laughed.

He Le'an put on a small Buddha bead necklace in his baggage and went out, avoiding all the streets where he would meet 'acquaintances', and walked through the streets and alleys familiarly, went to a simple bookstore, bought several scriptures, and asked for a small pen and ink.

She carried a large bag and a small bag around and around, and in a corner where no one noticed, she took out her pen and ink, nodded to the left cheek at random, and then nodded to the right corner of her eye, then put away her things, and walked towards the big alley at the end, until she paused in front of a luxurious house, and looked up to see the vermilion plaque, which read 'Si Yi Bo Mansion' in four neat big characters.

"Amitabha." He Le'an saw that the two little servants guarding the door looked at her suspiciously, reverently said a Buddha number, prayed a few scriptures to the sky, and then approached the little maid, handed him two bright yellow cinnabar charms, and then said: "The little monk happened to pass by here, and found that your house is about to have a disaster, and now give the old man and lady of your house a talisman, hoping to keep them safe and healthy, remember to avoid boats and water in the past two months." With that, without waiting for them to react, they walked away.

But it's a matter of heart.

He Le'an found a water source to wipe off the mole on his face with ink, and happily followed the way he came to return to the palace, and saw Fang Rui being beaten by an old man with a black face, and a few crying little girls kneeling next to her, all begging for mercy.

The two rough envoys who could be punished not only did not lose their strength, but also fought harder and harder, and Fang Rui had already fainted to death with blood on her buttocks, and the ground was full of sunset, and the blood stains were reflected deep and heavy, so that she remembered the year when she was just a concubine, the first month, and it was the same, how was she ordered by her sister to be beaten to death.