It's a pity that King Jing has long been disgusted with Princess Jing. When the princess redressed the grievances of the Tian family, she attacked, and a letter of resignation sent Princess Jing out of the door.

Xue Qingran relied on the credit for His Majesty's physical recuperation, and was favored by the Holy God to marry King Jing, and became his wife who was marrying Ming Media.

After another two years, Chen's domestic and foreign troubles were compounded, uprisings continued throughout the country, and small surrounding countries waited for opportunities to invade Dachen.

The wind and rain in the Chen Kingdom were drifting, the emperor died, and the twelve princes succeeded to the throne. In order to quell the rebellion, he formed an alliance with foreign tribes, ceded territory, and asked the other party to send troops to help him quell the rebellion.

The foreign leader Tuhuer had a long-term relationship with Xue Qingran, and under her maneuvering, Tuhur formed an alliance with Chenguo.

The good Chen country is torn apart, the court is in a corner of Gou'an, the people hate the sky, and the rebel army is like a spark.

The original owner's wish was to protect her brother and loyal servants, to avenge the grievances of the Tian family, and at the same time, she also hoped that the people could live in peace and not suffer from separation, hunger and cold.

Shu Ange opened his eyes and thought back to the original owner's wish.

Unexpectedly, at a young age, she still has a heart of worrying about the country and the people.

This is in stark contrast to Xue Qingran, who also suffered the hatred of destroying the family, Tian Yingniang had innocent people in addition to her relatives and friends.

And Xue Qingran was full of calculations at a young age, and he only knew how to climb up in every possible way.

Is it really hatred that supports her forward? Shu Ange believes that even if she has no motivation to retaliate against the Tian family, she will still use every opportunity to climb up.

There's nothing wrong with climbing up, everyone wants to stand on a high place.

But it is wrong to only care about personal interests and ignore the righteousness of the family and country. Frozen three feet, not a day's cold, the chaos of the Chen Kingdom was by no means formed overnight.

Even Tian Yingniang can do her own decay, and she can see that this dynasty is rotten to the bones. Xue Qingran, a person who has taken the spiritual spring to open his mind, how could he not see this.

is nothing more than a difference in position, Tian Yingniang's father was framed, he was sold into the Qinglou, and he saw the suffering of the world.

And Xue Qingran soared, climbed the high branches, and the sparrow turned into a phoenix, and since then he has become a high-ranking royal nobleman.

Only if Chen Guo survives for a day, she, the queen, can be a steady and stable person, and what is the matter with the suffering of the people.

This can be seen from the fact that Chenguo has suffered disasters year after year, and the food is still insufficient, but Xue Qingran helped the dignitaries to enclose the land and design the garden.

Her heart is too big, her vision is too high, and she can't see the poor people.

Shu Ange opened his eyes, reached out and rubbed the back of his sore neck, and a faint smell of paste wafted in the air.

Tian Gengyu endured the hunger in his stomach and handed Shu Ange a hard cooking cake.

"Yingniang, eat some cakes to cushion your stomach. Tomorrow the snow stops, and I'll go to the city to buy you something to eat. ”

Shu Ange looked at Tian Gengyu and the others with empty hands, gently broke the corner of the cooking cake, shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry, it's enough to eat these." ”

"Be obedient and eat all this bread."

Tian Gengyu's face was raised, and the young man who was leisurely making a fire and roasting chicken laughed out loud.

He shook the charred roast chicken in his hand and said lazily: "Neighbors over there, my chicken is roasted, do you want to eat it?" ”

Uncle Mu and a few servants subconsciously swallowed their saliva, and even Tian Gengyu was a little moved.

"No merit is not punished, thank you brother Taiwan for your kindness, I dare not be ashamed."

The young man snorted, said "pedantic", and raised his hand to throw away the roasted chicken, Shu Ange stood up.

"Childe, I'll help you roast the chicken, and you give us the roasted chicken, okay?"

Her generous words were exchanged for a hearty smile from the young man.

"Okay, if you can roast the chicken just right, I'll give you half more."

Tian Gengyu originally thought that the group of them were dressed in linen and filial piety, and it was best not to contact the living, so as not to touch the other party's moldy head.

But seeing that the young man was free and uninhibited, he didn't dislike them at all, and he was very grateful.

"Thank you, brother, I'll help this boy roast the raw chicken, and you will eat the paste while it's hot."

She took the roasted chicken from the young man's hand, turned around and handed it to Tian Gengyu.

After thanking the young man repeatedly, he shared the mushy chicken with Uncle Mu and them, and did not forget to leave a share of Shu Ange.

Shu Ange squatted down, set up the fire, set up the chicken, and asked the young man for salt and oil, and carefully guarded the fire to roast the chicken.

In this desolate and snowy place, I don't know where the young man got the two pheasants.

After closing the distance, Shu Ange was even more sure that the young man was not showing his true face now. The real face of a person is reflected in the light of the fire, which is not the same as a fake face.

Shu Ange's movements were very skillful, staring at the white and tender chicken without blinking. Turn it over regularly to make sure that everything is evenly overheated and not burned.

She puts the seasoning differently than others, after soaking the salt in water, the salt water is evenly sprinkled on the chicken, so as not to be sweet and salty.

"You're still smart."

The young man praised Shu Ange, and she took the opportunity to receive: "Roast chicken alone, even if it is roasted on the outside and tender on the inside, the taste is always worse." To eat chicken, you still have to eat called flower chicken, wrapped in lotus leaves and mud, and put shiitake mushrooms, fine salt, sugar, fennel, lard, light soy sauce, spices, cumin and chili pepper in the belly of the chicken, which is full of color and flavor. ”

"Cumin? It seems to be a thing in the Western Regions, what is a chili pepper, why hasn't this son heard of it? ”

Shu Ange wiped his sweat with his hand and replied with a smile: "What I read from miscellaneous books is about a certain kind of fruit and vegetable on Penglai Island, which tastes spicy and delicious. ”

"You little girl, what you see from the book can be boasted about in a serious way."

The young boy said this, and he was already a little moved by the name of Hua Ji in Shu Ange's mouth.

After two or three quarters of an hour, the chicken is roasted, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the golden and oily shell is very attractive.

The endless aroma is even more appetizing.

"Childe, your roast chicken."

Shu Ange carefully handed the roast chicken to the young man, and he didn't make up for it, so he generously tore half of it and gave it to her.

"Okay, I'll divide half of you, take it."

"Thank you, Childe."

Shu Ange skewered the roast chicken with a wooden branch and returned to Tian Gengyu's side.

The young man eats very freely, but it never makes people think of vulgarity. He didn't have a trace of oil on his lips and hands, and he ate very fast.

The chicken is better than Wei Shaoyou imagined, he has been sleeping in the open for a few days, and he hasn't eaten a good meal for a long time.

Moderately sweet, crispy, crispy and soft, the roast chicken made in such a humble environment tastes better than what he eats in a restaurant.

After eating the roast chicken, Wei Shaoyou thought about calling it flower chicken again.

He casually picked up the folding fan on the ground, put the chicken bones aside, and asked Shu Ange lazily: "Little girl, what you said is called flower chicken, does it taste really good?" ”

"It's ten times better than today's roast chicken."

Wei Shaoyou's eyes lit up, and he closed the fan with a "snap".