163. The confrontation between Prince An and Miss Chung with a table of pastries

163. Prince Ann and Miss Chung"; > clash with a table of pastries

The moonlight is always fair, and it will not be half a point clear and pleasant because of the warmth and beauty, and it will not be half a point less beautiful because of scheming and intrigue. In the small courtyard under the moon, it is the beautiful atmosphere of the wind blowing the trees and the shadows, which seems to shine on people.

Prince An, who was sitting in the middle of the courtyard, was neither happy nor angry, and there was no excessive expression on his face, as rumored, joy and anger were invisible, and love and hate were impermanent. There are many rumors about him in the army, but there are more negative ones and few positive ones, and there are many rumors about him in the capital, and there are almost no positive ones.

Of course, no one can deny his ability to govern the country and his heroic ability to deploy strategically, and in the eyes of the courtiers, he is certainly the heir to the throne, and even the emperor is interested in him, and the emperor pins his beautiful vision of military and political unity on him.

And now Prince An shows more and more of his charismatic side, from filial piety to his relatives, although he is still criticized, but it is always different from before. Decisive and heroic, he can talk about politics and affairs, and he can also trust and entrust him arbitrarily, so it can be said that the current Prince An is more and more in line with the prerequisites required by a king.

What's more, he has no mother, and he is even more unfettered than his brothers.

"Prince An......" Zhong Biwei seemed to be a little surprised, and then quickly bowed her head and saluted: "I just couldn't sleep, I didn't want to surprise Prince An's tranquility, and I ask Prince An to forgive me, Biwei will go back to the room." ”

I saw Prince An looking at Zhong Biwei, as if he was sighing, and then pointed to the seat opposite and said, "The silent night is boundless, since Miss Zhong"; > can't sleep, you might as well sit together. ”

Hearing this, Zhong Biwei lowered her head again and responded, but there was a cold look in her eyes, and when she raised her head, she only saw gentleness and elegance: "Then bother Prince An." ”

At this time, Zhong Biwei looked at Prince An according to the rumors, the long night was long, and there were girls who were willing to post it by themselves, and the rumored Prince An would of course gladly respond.

But she doesn't have the capital to dislike, after all, she wants to post it herself, since she has a plan, what qualifications do she have to disdain.

"Miss Chung"; Do > want to try it? ”。 Prince An was eating a piece of pastry, which was the icing cake that Ah Rong often ate, and it was even from the same shop, and it was exactly the few flavors that Ah Rong was used to.

If Ah Rong saw it, he would definitely rush over happily, but Zhong Biwei was not Ah Rong after all, he only glanced at it and smiled and took two bites of a piece, of course, the posture of eating was very elegant, but it was not like Ah Rong who ate cake crumbs everywhere.

In addition to the icing cakes on the table, there are also a few snacks that Wei Chao does not have, such as donkey rolling, mung bean cakes, and mille-feuille cakes. What made Prince An's eyes dim slightly was that Biwei didn't have any unusual reaction when he ate these clocks.

"These snacks are a novelty, and there are several things that I haven't tasted before, but some of them are a little sweeter. The chef in Prince An's mansion is really attentive, and even you have prepared such snacks here. Of course, Zhong Biwei is not in a hurry, things have to be done slowly, especially for people like Prince An, not to be in a hurry.

"It's just some dim sum from a small country in the border, and the stove is also new, and the taste may not be very authentic." After saying that, Prince An sighed, feeling inexplicably disappointed in his heart, but his face did not show the slightest hint.

When Prince An and Zhong Biwei were eating snacks and chatting for most of the day, the respectful voice of the medicine girl sounded outside the door: "Sheng Yao Ling, you are here...... Miss Chung"; >It's fine, I didn't have the symptoms you mentioned...... If you want to go in and see, you can walk slowly, and I'll light the way for you. ”

Then Ah Rong walked in at the gate of the courtyard, and when he saw that he was eating supper and chatting, it seemed that the atmosphere was okay. Hey, this is the third prince's heart, is Prince An going to intervene sideways, this is not good, brother's clothes should not be worn indiscriminately.

When he got closer, Ah Rong first saluted Prince An, and then gave Zhong Bi a slight pulse, and sure enough, there was nothing unusual, probably because he took the pill in time: "Prince An, Miss Zhong"; >, both of you should rest early, and sleep well at night, so that your body can be healed. If you can't sleep, I'll give you two some tranquility incense, and you have to go to bed early and get up early to be serious. ”

So at this time, Ah Rong saw the cakes on the table that had not moved much, so she couldn't move, her dedication to snacks and snacks was no less than her dedication to medicine. What's more, these pastries are so tearful, mung bean cakes, donkey rolling, are all cinnabar moles that she can't give up!

"Prince An, this is also the cake of Yiguo?" Ah Rongxin said God, how good it is for you to let me wear it to Yiguo, there are tomatoes, potatoes and beef stew, and there are so many familiar and gluttonous cakes, it is too tempting.

"Shengsheng, do you like to eat these? Sit down and eat, don't look like you take the medicine every day, it's serious for the little girl's family to get married quickly, didn't the eldest princess report your marriage with Changqing a few days ago, prepare well, don't be with the eye medicine and the patient all day long. Of course, Prince An would not say so many things for no reason, half of them were said to Ah Rong, and the other half was of course said to Zhong Biwei.

At this time, I only heard the medicine girl behind her cover her mouth and said: "Sheng Yao Ling couldn't move when he saw the cakes, I remember that when the master went to Yangzizhou, he specially ordered someone to search for the major pastry shops in Beijing, and brought several large boxes of cakes to Sheng Yao Ling." ”

In fact, this medicine girl is also thoughtful, at this time, it always seems that she is delicious and greedy, and when this medicine girl says it, she shows a little cuteness, so that people don't think that this girl will eat if she loves to eat.

However, he saw that Zhong Biwei's face darkened, but he quickly raised a smile again: "That's right, take more medicine, this sweetness is heavier, I like it if it is lighter." ”

Listening to Zhong Biwei's words, Ah Rong couldn't help but mutter: "If the cake is not sweet, can it still be called a cake?" ”。

After saying this, Prince An stiffened, looking at Ah Rong for a long time and not coming back to his senses, this sentence seems familiar to me, as if someone said it many years ago.

"Prince An, what is this called?" In order to avoid saying the wrong thing, Ah Rong planned to ask the name.

"It's all cakes from Yiguo, and I don't know the names very well, but the chefs in the house gave them names, Wusha rolls, Duobao cakes, and green bean cakes." Prince An watched Ah Rong eat happily there, and the appearance of his hands and mouths gnawing was not elegant at all, but it made him feel more cordial.

After a while, when Ah Rong was eating happily, Xie Changqing asked someone to find it, and when he saw that Ah Rong was eating there again, he also asked Zhong Biwei and Prince An to watch from the side, the scene was indescribably weird. Xie Changqing hurriedly walked into the courtyard, and said in his heart: "As soon as Shengsheng has a little heart, she doesn't care about anything, it's really like someone is hungry for her." ”

Suddenly shocked again, it seems that this really hasn't used dinner, it was supposed to go back to the house, but when I walked to the door and turned back to the pharmacy, this night was really a mess.

"Shengsheng, I'm preparing supper for you there, it's better for you to come here to disturb Prince An and Miss Zhong"; >. As soon as Xie Changqing spoke, of course he woke up Ah Rong, who was eating happily, and then suddenly woke up.

She was really confused by this familiar pastry, and she didn't even realize how wrong the situation in front of her was. God, she ate cakes and dregs in front of these two men with their hearts......

"Hey...... That, Prince An, Miss Zhong"; >, you two should rest early, and I still have to see other patients. Then retire, Changqing, let's go. Ah Rong hurriedly dragged Xie Changqing away, and when she slipped away, she didn't forget to look back, and when she saw the two of them sitting in the middle of the courtyard like stone statues, she couldn't help but reflect and reflect.

"Changqing, am I embarrassed, knowing that these two are coming and going there, I still ran over to eat snacks and ate so much that I forgot about myself." Ah Rong covered his face, feeling that he was really a bad person.

I saw Xie Changqing stretch out his hand and rub her face, and said with a smile: "It's my negligence, you haven't eaten dinner, how can you not be hungry." Okay, it's okay, I'll take you to dinner, how can this cake fill your stomach. ”

Well, it was true that she didn't eat dinner, and she couldn't remember it because she was disturbed by Xie Changqing, and after thinking about it, she asked again: "Changqing, you said that the two of them didn't stay in the house in the middle of the night, what were they doing there, and they set up the cakes as if they were singing some big play." ”

"Du Xiaozhi and Yuan Xianghe's kind of play." Du Xiaozhi and Yuan Xianghe, in the legend, one is the son of the dragon king, and the other is the little demon of the mountains, the little demon wants to climb the dragon prince, but where is the dragon prince easy to deal with. At the end, the little demon was played, and he found a good match, and the real loser in this story was the little demon.

Ah Rong has really heard of this story, there is a herb called Du Xiaozhi, and the effect of this Du Xiaozhi is to strengthen the righteous qi and external evil. So Ah Rong knew, it turned out that Zhong Biwei also wanted to be the Xianghezi that was attached to the root of Du Xiaozhi: "Xianghezi seems to be strong, but it is actually weak, but it will be used as nourishment by Du Xiaozhi." ”

"But the seeds of Xianghezi are also epiphytic in Du Xiaozhi's rhizome, and Du Xiaozhi can still grow without Xianghezi, but without Du Xiaozhi, Xianghezi will be extinct." The two of them talk about people with medicine, whether it is interesting or not, Xie Changqing has found the fun of being with Ah Rong even more at this time, no matter what he says, he can understand each other, which is not only a tacit understanding but also a little understanding.

So Ah Rong was entangled again, if she said that she chose one in the medicine, she hoped that she was a broad-needled wood, growing on the sunny slope, straightening her torso without climbing or attaching to the wind and rain. But Zhong Biwei, who is dressed in her own skin, prefers to be Xianghezi, she doesn't think Prince An is bad, the key is that Zhong Biwei has such and such a purpose that makes her a little uncomfortable.

But after thinking about it, forget it, it's not me anyway, although it looks awkward, just look less in the future.

"Let them go, Changqing, what are you asking me to go back to Beijing for, why haven't I seen any movement until now." This is the right thing, Ah Rong always wanted to ask, but he was always so busy that he forgot the back of his head.

"It's not what you do when you come back, it's that you come back, and you just need to make a gesture like this, and that's enough for them to know and set something up." After Xie Changqing finished speaking, he quickly dragged the person to eat the main meal while Ah Rong didn't ask again, saving her from asking some more questions that she couldn't answer now.

163. The confrontation between Prince An and Miss Chung with a table of pastries

163. Prince An and Miss Chung's confrontation with a table of cakes,