He Ying misunderstood, and his first reaction was: "Don't you think I can't do it too?" ”

He's still being affected by the twists and turns.

When asked, his eyes were cute and a little silly.

Sang Yan laughed at him, shook his head and said, "No." I didn't mean that. The emperor misunderstood. As for whether or not you can have children, it is not necessarily the emperor's question, it may also be my question. I mean, if it's my problem, that is, I can't have children for the emperor, will the emperor have children with someone else? ”

In fact, even in modern times, women cannot have children, and men will divorce 90% of the time.

And men can't have children, and women will accompany the treatment 90 percent.

The contrast is chilling.

What's more, it's the ancient times that value bloodline?

He Ying didn't know what she was thinking, and misunderstood again: "It's the same." You are getting older, and you are indeed hindered by your children. Especially if you're still very weak. It seems that I have to work hard, and the sooner I get your sincerity, the sooner you can spread the branches for me. ”

Sang Yan: "......"

Is it a matter of age?

He is repeatedly tempted on the verge of death!

And the original owner is only twenty-four years old, is it the best age to give birth, okay?

Hmph, ignorance!

She was so angry that she didn't want to speak.

Turned over, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

But perhaps because the light in the hall was too bright, he couldn't sleep at all.

So, she had an opinion: "Your Majesty, I can't sleep with the lamp on." ”

Then she heard the emperor say, "Do you want me to put you to sleep?" ”

Sang Yan: "......"

The emperor has heard something!

She said she couldn't sleep with the lamp on!

But the emperor put down the twists and turns and stepped over.

He sat on the side of the bed, looked sideways at her, and said softly, "When I was a child, I couldn't sleep, and the imperial brother would read poems to me." ”

Sang Yan immediately thought of the modern people's reading hypnosis method.

Well, not really.

In modern times, she has always slept well.

I can't help it, I'm too tired after a day of running around, and I go home and fall asleep.

On the contrary, it is here, pampered and squeamish.

Seeing that she was silent, He Ying acquiesced to her and said slowly: "The visible is born from the invisible, the incapable is born, and the one is returned to nothing." Therefore, all appearances are vain. If you can see what is not what is not, you should know that the void is not the true ......"

He's already starting to memorize it.

The more Sang Yan listened, the more confused he became: "Wait, Your Majesty, what are you talking about?" ”

He Ying explained: "The "Meditation Mantra" in the Buddhist scriptures. ”

Sang Yan: "......"

She then remembered that he had copied a lot of Buddhist scriptures a few days ago.

It seems to be impressive.

Thinking about it, she said: "The emperor has copied so many Buddhist scriptures, you should know the truth of opening and letting go." ”

He Ying disagreed: "Definitely." Many people know a lot of truths, but they are not happy. In this world, except for children, they are crazy, and it is easiest to be content and happy. ”

Sang Yan couldn't refute it for a while.

Indeed, just like the sentence circulating on the modern Internet, we know a lot of truths, but we still can't live this life.

He Ying is still silently reciting "Meditation Mantra".

Sang Yan listened quietly, and really fell asleep.

He Ying watched her fall asleep, sleeping like a child, thinking about kissing her cheek, but really approaching her face, and felt that it was not a gentleman's act to kiss her.

Eventually, he just touched her hair, stood up, and went back to see the folds.

This time, no matter what strange content was in the recital, he was able to deal with it calmly.

It seemed that when she was around, his heart was settled.

The wind is blowing.

The lights flickered.

He Ying watched the recital for a long time.

Sang Yan woke up in a daze, and saw that he was immersed in government affairs, his face was focused and charming, and she wanted to say something, but she was captured by the sleepiness again.

I slept until dawn.

I opened my eyes and looked subconsciously at where he was sitting.

He's gone, and he doesn't know when he'll leave.

Sang Yan got out of bed and washed.

During breakfast, I heard Qiu Zhi say that the emperor watched the music all night, washed briefly, and went to the court.

It sounds hard and dedicated.

There is no such thing as a perfect monarch.

He Ying is strong and self-conscious, but also rigorous and self-disciplined.

It seems that his only indulgence is in her.

My heart softened.

She said: "Let the imperial dining room prepare some porridge and snacks and send them to the Taihe Palace." ”

Akieda asked, "Isn't Miss going?" ”

Sang Yan shook his head: "I'm afraid of causing trouble." ”

After all, it was the place where the previous dynasty dealt with political affairs, and she was going to attract people again.

Aki Zhi took the order and left.

Sang Yan had a good breakfast, nothing happened, and went to the cold palace again.

The grass sprouted first in the fields of the cold palace.

Vegetable seeds and flower seeds have not yet germinated.

The main season is also not quite suitable.

It doesn't always grow.

Sang Yan looked at it twice, asked people to water more, and entered the hall.

In the temple

What Xuan Rao wrote in front of the table.

She leaned in and took a look, and saw that it was writing about the production method of barbecue and French fries.

"You're here, look here—"

Xuanrao couldn't remember the method of ketchup, so she asked: "Is it to boil hot water first, put the washed tomatoes in and simmer for half an hour to peel them, right?" Then remove the seeds, break them, mash out the tomato juice, and put them in a pot to boil until they are sticky? ”

Sang Yan listened to it and reminded a few omissions: "When boiling, put in a few pieces of rock sugar, and when it is sticky, stir it down more to avoid sticking to the pot." When the viscous form comes out and presents a 'sauce' appearance, remember to pour an appropriate amount of lemon juice and continue to simmer for a while. ”

Xuanrao nodded and wrote: "Okay." I add. ”

Sang Yan looked curious: "How did you write this?" ”

Xuan Rao smiled: "I want to write a food cookbook and pass it on to future generations." ”

In fact, she wants to say that if she can really get out of the palace, she will open a restaurant.

The reason why I didn't say it was because I was afraid of putting pressure on her.

Let it be.

If you can't leave the palace, it's also very good that the food recipes can be passed on to future generations.

"If you want something else, tell me."

She asked, Sang Yan really has it.

There's a lot of modern food.

For example, spicy strips.

It is a food that has been passed down to foreign countries and has been certified all over the world.

How to make only spicy strips?

Sang Yan began to recall the method and began to experiment.

This experiment was busy for a day.

I didn't go back for lunch at noon.

He Ying didn't want her to be bored with herself, so she endured it and didn't rush it.

I endured until the night.

It repeated a fate similar to last night.

One watchday, the people did not come back.

On the second watch, the people have not returned.

At some point, it began to rain heavily.

"Boom—"

Heavy rain thundered down.

He Ying could only wait for the rain to stop and send someone to urge.

But the rain didn't stop.

It has been down until the third watch, and it is endless.

He Ying couldn't wait any longer, so he braved the heavy rain and went to pick up people in person.

Halfway through, he met two eunuchs.

They held umbrellas, saw the emperor's car driving from a distance, ran forward, knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, the slave little nobleman, come to pass the word for Master Sang, Master Sang said, if you don't go back tonight, you will sleep in the cold palace." Please don't wait any longer, rest early. ”

Rain cats and dogs.

The car can also be driven to protect against the rain.

But there was still wind and rain pouring in, blowing him cold.

"Boom—"

Thunder rolled.

Suddenly slammed in front of the car.

Black smoke suddenly burst out.

Pei Duyang was so frightened that he trembled, his face turned pale, and he exclaimed loudly: "Escort!" Hurry up! ”