After rebirth, I made the princes cry

Yingdan already knew that His Highness the Fifth Prince liked to drink rice wine. Without waiting for Yingshu to explain, he presented a small vat. It was newly opened in the ice kiln and was slightly warmed by boiling water. It was a drink this season. It was just right, but rice wine was not a popular drink, and there were very few people who liked drinking it. Yingdan felt that the fifth prince only liked drinking this drink, and he was somewhat unique.

Only Yingshu knew that Nanci had become a habit of drinking rice wine during the years of confinement in his previous life.

So she actually didn't like seeing Nanci drinking this stuff.

"If you drink alcohol, why not drink fruit mash, which is sweet and delicious? The mash is too thick."

"Okay, let's change it to fruit mash." Nanci immediately gave up the mash without thinking.

Yingshu suddenly softened her heart. She suddenly thought that in her previous life, in order to extend Nanci's life, she forced Nanci to suffer a lot of medicine and Bianstone, but in the end, Nanci died immediately before the next year. When she was standing in front of Nanci's coffin, she actually blamed herself very much. She felt that she had caused Nanci a lot of pain. She could not protect him, but instead caused him more pain. Maybe she thought for a moment, if she had the ability To save everything, if there is still a chance, she just wants Nanci to be safe and wanton. Now that she really has a chance, wantonness is harder to win than peace, or in other words, to maintain long-term peace, she must sacrifice part of her wantonness.

But at least Nanci loves to drink juice, so she shouldn't force him to give up these little bits of freedom.

"What do you want to change? I'll drink with you."

Yingshu took a clean wine cup, filled it with a cup of rice wine, and took a big sip. She frowned at the strong smell of wine, and quickly took it from Nanci with a two-pronged fork. A small piece of fish breast, used as a side dish to accompany the wine, suppressed the strong taste in the mouth.

"After drinking the rice wine, the taste of the fish breast has improved a lot, making it even more delicious." Yingshu worked very hard to find the advantages of the rice wine.

Nanci smiled. He didn't want to talk about his habit of drinking rice wine, just because drinking rice wine can help him sleep. This kind of wine, which is much stronger than fruit juice, can also suppress the pain caused by chronic poisons. , the rice paste saved in Guisu Mansion was originally used by him to reward the soldiers. Later, he was imprisoned in Guisu Mansion, so naturally he could not reward him, so the rice paste became his "continuation". He often slept drunk in the wine cellar, and the people who supervised him were happy to see him become an alcoholic. This was the only freedom he enjoyed when he was imprisoned.

Yingshu didn't like him drinking rice wine, even though he didn't want to get drunk later. Yingshu was very stubborn and wanted him to quit drinking rice wine and switch to drinking the fragrant and sweet fruit juice, which was their favorite when they were young. After drinking, Nanci understood Yingshu's thoughts. She wanted him to forget the suffering he had suffered. Although he could not go back to the past, he could be as happy as when he was young.

Nanci didn't tell Yingshu that he had already lost his sense of sweetness.

It was different now. He was not poisoned and was in good health. He could still taste the sweet and bitter, but the habits he had formed in his previous life were still engraved into his bones. He naturally asked his maid to prepare rice wine. He was also obsessed with Ying Shu's love for her. Under his control, Yingshu said that fruit mash was better, so he was happy to drink fruit mash instead. But today, Yingshu was suddenly willing to accommodate him, and he felt even more happy. He thought that this was not his sister's accommodation of his brother. In Yingshu's case, During those years when he was treated like an elder brother, his "sister" was quite "overbearing".

"I only drink one cup, and you can't drink more. The wine is stronger than Yibaijiu." Nanci restrained Yingshu in turn.

"It's because of the bad taste that the wine tastes pungent." Yingshu gave up on "lying" because she really couldn't find the advantages of the wine.

"The rice wine brewed in the palace is much better than the rice wine on the market, and the rice wine on the market is more popular among the people."

"It's a given." Yingshu said: "The cheap price of rice mash is not popular with the people. The people can only drink the cheap rice mash and have no money to buy better wine. Relatively speaking, fruit mash In fact, it is not expensive, but because it tastes sweet and is not easy to get drunk, even though the people can afford it, it is difficult to get drunk by just drinking fruit mash, so it is only during the New Year that some are prepared for the family. Women and children drink it to symbolize family fun."

"Fortunately, I thought that some people only like rice pulp. In the past, they always used rice pulp to reward the guards." Nanci shook his head: "They won't think that I am stingy, right?"

"Whose family didn't use rice pulp to reward the guards?" Yingshu took another sip of wine: "This is just like the master's family giving out grain and silk to tenants and servants according to common practice. It must not be delicacies from the mountains and seas, silk and satin. The intention is In order for those who depend on the master's family to live without worrying about food and warmth, only the gifts given to the close relatives are different. The guards and soldiers are accustomed to drinking rice pulp, although they do not reject the sweet fruit juice. To them, fruit mash is not considered wine. Although they would not dislike it if they were given fruit mash, they always felt that they were not rewarded with the wine they should be given as a rule. When I first took over the management of the villa, I On a whim, I changed the common practice. Instead of giving out preserved fruits, I changed it to fresh fruits. I thought that fresh fruits taste better and are rarer than preserved fruits, and the tenants and servants of the villa would be more satisfied.

Who knew that fresh fruits were not easy to preserve, so in the end they still had to make preserves from fresh fruits, but they made a lot of complaints. They thought that the owner made the fresh fruits into preserves in order to save manpower, which cost them unnecessary labor. Nanci, if you really reward the guards with Yibai wine and Chunye wine, the amount of ten kilograms per person will have to be reduced to one kilogram. That will also cost a lot of money, but the guards are not allowed to drink as much as they want. I received a reward but couldn't fully enjoy the meal. How could I not feel disappointed? "

In fact, Nanci had no experience as a "housekeeper". Before he was under house arrest in his previous life, because he had not married a wife, his mother Fu acted as the housekeeper. For example, the rice pulp rewarded to the guards was a common rule established by Fu's mother. Of course, he no longer had to be a "housekeeper" after being under house arrest. When he was free again, Yingshu chose a stable and experienced female official for him as a "housekeeper". Nanci really didn't expect that there would be such household chores as a reward So much to say.

He didn't even know how much a pound of rice pulp or fruit mash was worth on the market. Why many civilians still managed to squeeze out the expenses of selling wine even though they were struggling to keep themselves warm and fed? No, it wasn't that he couldn't think of it. The reason is just as he still drank glutinous rice syrup when he was under house arrest - a painful and miserable life requires him to find some fun in continuing to live.

He just didn't care about these things at all. He only cared about his own joys and sorrows. In the past, he had always thought of being carefree and happy and staying away from power struggles. He determined that as a prince, he could be carefree and happy as long as he stayed away from power struggles. His Without those common people in sight who cannot actually get involved in power struggles, how many people can live happily?

He is a prince. He has privileges that many people cannot have. He enjoys fine clothes and fine food, but he ignores the responsibilities he should bear. It is not only the emperor who should cherish his people. All members of the royal family enjoy the support of their people. , how can you ignore the suffering of your people and only think about protecting yourself wisely, so you should be entitled to a lifetime of unearned income?

The father's advice was very correct. He was really not as good as Ying Shu. After Ying Shu became the queen, she even tried her best to make the country stronger so that the imperial power could protect more people from the disasters of hunger, cold and war, even though she knew it. When Sikong Beichen wanted to force her to be buried, she hated Sikong Beichen so much, but she never thought about taking revenge on the Sikong royal family. She was just a woman, but she never forgot the burden on her shoulders. She had clear goals and was tenacious.

She had no time to grieve over Sikong Beichen's calculations and betrayal. She never even thought about transferring her hatred towards Sikong Beichen to the flesh and blood of Sikong Beichen's children. Sikong Beichen killed her daughter and deprived her of the right to be a mother. As for power, Yingshu had always been kind to the young emperor. Even the princess born to Zheng Lianzi was raised by Yingshu under her knees and raised with great care.

At that time, Yingshu told him - I hate insidious and vicious people so much that I can't live like that. No matter how many people hate me and accuse me of being evil-hearted, I don't mind what those people think and say. What I care about is the people I really cherish, my mother, and you Nanci. If you don’t be disappointed in me, don’t abandon me, and as long as you recognize my character, I will always be Wang Yingshu. I will not change, because I I firmly believe in your tolerance and kindness, and I cannot be alienated from you.

Nanci knew how difficult it was to stick to one's true intentions on the battlefield of politics. He had to swallow the heart-breaking poison poured into his mouth by others and endure the pain of wounds all over his body caused by open and hidden arrows. To live, he must live like a human being. He used to feel heartbroken because of Yingshu's persistence, but now, he is very proud of Yingshu.

He once thought that he and Ying Shu lived together under the sun, and he even had a little bit of pride because he was not devoured by hatred.

But suddenly he understood that in fact, his world was entirely illuminated by Yingshu, and Yingshu was his Golden Crow. Without Yingshu, he would have fallen into the netherworld of eternal destruction.

After Nanci finished drinking, he thought, I don't need to drink rice wine anymore. I died yesterday. When I resurrect, I will have entered a new journey. I have to face that I am no longer the Sikong Nanci of yesterday. He is dead. Sikong Nanci, whose hand was held tightly by Yingshu but could not feel even a hint of warmth, died. I am no longer the person with nothing but greed.

The dead Sikong Nanci was indeed greedy. Although his desire was not for power and position, wasn't Gou Antule another kind of greed?

There was still wine left in Yingshu's wine cup, so Nanci took it over, poured the wine on it, and placed the two empty wine cups next to each other.

"Although I was reborn, it still felt like I was living in the past, so I continued to rely on rice wine. In fact, I didn't like the taste of rice wine. In my previous life, when I saw the light of day again, my sense of taste had long since disappeared. I was afraid that you would feel sorry for me. I didn’t say, Yingshu, I can’t even taste the bitter taste of the juice, but when the strong wine enters my throat, I can feel the drunkenness. The drunkenness reminds me that I am still alive and not dead. But now I don’t need the strong drink. I have to get used to being reborn, getting used to the fact that I have a healthy body again, and getting used to the fact that the rest of my life is no longer dependent on medicine.

From now on, we will only drink what we like, without dependence or habit. I have really thought through it. No one can be completely wanton, but people who are much more difficult than us are still striving for fun and wantonness in the cracks of life. There is a heavy burden on our shoulders, but who says we can't put down the burden and take a break.

Let's switch to fruit mash, preferably peach mash. I haven't had it for many years. "