Dressed as a sickly villain and survived by farming

Zhao Huai took a lot of courtiers out to eat, and there were many civil servants among them, even though their hands were shaking like sifting chaff, they could still eat.

Yan Ji was very puzzled, why are these civil servants like this?

Isn't it said that civil servants are very particular?It turned out that except for Mr. Duan, the other civil servants also looked like reincarnated starved ghosts when they ate.

The courtiers present were all very hungry, who would pay attention to those red tapes, it would be good if they didn't eat their mouths.

Zhao Huai remembered that Duan Rongshu asked him to taste it last night, saying how it tasted.

This is still difficult for him.

Zhao Huai eats based on the principle of not starving to death, and doesn't think too much about the taste at all. He can at most describe ups and downs, and whether it is delicious or not.

And if he hadn't used the bait to lure Duan Rongshu into the bait, he wouldn't have raised the wages of the Imperial Dining Room at all.

Zhao Huai knocked on the table with a dull voice, but all the ministers present stopped.

One or two silently wiped their mouths, wondering if they ate too much, or their manners were bad, and they were about to be taught a lesson.

And Jin Yiwei was also wondering if Zhao Huai would blame the minister for eating too much, and then pulled him out and buried him, just like a prisoner in a prison.

Zhao Huai, "All of you describe the taste, one by one."

The people at the scene began to recite poems and compose fu, and the rhetoric was so gorgeous that they almost praised the sweet potatoes to the sky.

And the military officer made a difficult case, delicious food is delicious, but asking them to say some sour poems and rotten words, isn't it embarrassing?

Zhao Huai was also completely speechless.He has been guarding the border all year round, and he is not very interested in reciting poems and prose, and he can't memorize these things.Just let me describe the taste, why are you making poems one by one?

"Describing the taste is not for you to praise it as beautiful jade."

The more you say it, the more outrageous it is, and there is only one who says that there can be a beautiful girl in the soil.

It happened to be a military officer's turn, and finally he didn't have to embarrass himself by following the trend, "Sweet, stinky! I can eat eight bowls in one meal!"

Zhao Huai, "..."

It's good, it's a blessing to be able to eat, and if you grow some meat, you won't be frozen at the border.

Duan Rongshu over there has been busy all morning, so he can have a meal.

He took off the clothes on his body and disposed of them, because it was expensive and there was no good material to wear.

Duan Rongshu took Zhao Qian back, planning to clean up for him as well.

Before leaving, Ji Taishou still smiled and wished him a happy wedding.

Duan Rongshu:?

when did he get married

Duan Rongshu wiped the boy's face with a handkerchief, and asked, "Why did Prefect Ji wish me a happy wedding?"

Zhao Qian rubbed his face from the veil, "Father, he asked me how Mother married you."

Duan Rongshu had another incomprehensible expression on his face.

"Your mother...then what did you say?"

Zhao Qian replied truthfully, "I told him, you are not married yet, and you will get married in a while."

Duan Rongshu: .

Why didn't he know that he was getting married?

"Zai Zai, after a while I want to be engaged to you... Mother, not married."

"According to the etiquette, there are many procedures. You can only get married after you are engaged."

And he doesn't really want to get married now, after all, marrying Zhao Huai will have a lot of problems to solve, and it may take a long time to solve them.

In his world, there is no male queen in history, and he doesn't know much about this world, so it must be difficult.

Zhao Qian drew his voice, "Huh?"

So what is his father doing?

Zhao Qian also heard that Zhao Huai ordered people to build a new bed that day, saying that it should be strong, not too small or too big, and that the sleeping hall should be repaired, making the craftsman bald.

Duan Rongshu saw that his little face was wrinkled, thinking that he was thinking about something, and then said softly:

"It doesn't matter whether I marry your father or not. I used to be a non-marriageist, but these will not affect you. Even if I break up with him, as long as you want, you are still my child."

Zhao Qian's mouth opened wider and wider, "Do you know how to divide?"

Duan Rongshu closed his chin with a smile, "It's just an assumption, we won't be separated."

After rubbing Zhao Qian's head a few times, Duan Rongshu changed the subject, "Hurry up, hurry up and eat."

Zhao Qian happily held Duan Rongshu's hand, as long as it doesn't affect him anyway, but it's just that there may be one or two more stepfathers and stepmothers, these are trivial to him.

Xu Cheng's taste is a bit heavy, and Duan Rongshu personally steamed a bowl of custard for him.

Zhao Qian obediently sat in front of the table and waited, surrounded by the tables of imperial doctors and volunteers. It was rare to have a free time, and each of them waited for a rest after eating.

The volunteers didn't know Zhao Qian's identity, but all imperial doctors knew him.

A young imperial physician asked, "Mr...why isn't your young master eating?"

Zhao Qian, "I'll eat together when Dad comes back."

The imperial physician nodded, "Oh oh oh."

It turned out that the gossip that Doctor Du had said earlier was actually true.

But why did His Royal Highness come here?

Could it be that His Majesty is not a man and is oppressing His Highness the Crown Prince in the capital?

After all, His Majesty once asked the Imperial Hospital to prescribe some brain-replenishing diet for His Highness the Prince.

It must be a lot of homework for His Royal Highness to come here with Lord Duan all the way?

Duan Rongshu came out with a bowl of custard. This is the fastest and least accident-prone dish he can make so far. Water and eggs are 2:1. The best chicken soup is easier to solidify.

He put it in front of Zhao Qian, "Be careful, eat slowly."

Zhao Qian was so happy that he jumped up, this was another thing his father had never eaten.

"delicious!"

Duan Rongshu was also very happy with his support, "I like to do it next time."

He and Zhao Qian's tastes are mild, and the cooks here have a strong taste, all of which are bacon. After Zhao Qian ate a meal last night, he kept drinking water, and then he woke up several times at night, and almost fell asleep. Bedwetting.

For the safety of their beds, it is better to eat less salty food.

After eating, Duan Rongshu held Zhao Qian on the couch for a while, and if he was in the capital, he would have been tired and lay down.

Now he is only looking forward to the end soon, to go back early, he will sleep for three days and three nights.

So busy for half a month.

During this period, nearly a thousand people were admitted into the isolation area, and some were seriously ill and unable to recover.

Duan Rongshu led the people to cremate the deceased, and his heart was inevitably a little heavy. He tossed and turned that night and stayed up all night. He touched Zhao Qian's small face to heal his mood.

Then Zhao Qian moaned and said, "Father, I want to pee..."

Duan Rongshu was startled, "Baby, get up and pee!"

As a result, Zhao Qian didn't wake up at all, and then drew a map on the bed sheet.

After changing the sheets and Zhao Qian's trousers, one big and one small stood in the yard, looking at the sheets blowing in the wind.

Mo Liu was also a little puzzled, were these two people sleepwalking if they didn't sleep in the middle of the night?

But when he saw the bed sheet, he chose to shut up, and retreated silently. After all, he knew the embarrassment of the future emperor, and there was no guarantee that he would not be punished in the future.