At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Following Nalanjing's earth-shattering cry of godfather, the scholars in the common hall also looked at him one after another.

I saw the young man holding a book, wearing a white pheasant patch and a green official robe. He is less than twelve, but he is nearly seven feet tall.

It seems that he has had severe strokes in the past two years, and his height has grown stronger, making his whole body become thinner and thinner.

In addition, the skin color is slightly pale, which makes him look a little sickly.

She has a picturesque face and warm eyes.

At first glance, the eyes seem to be filled with intoxicating spring wine, making you feel like you are bathed in the spring breeze.

After tasting it carefully, you will find that the spring wine is mixed with strands of ice mist, which makes people feel cold.

It seems gentle and cool.

All policies implemented are based on the people and love the world.

But when you really want to get close to her, you find that she seems to be thousands of miles away and out of reach.

He is calm and elegant, with a noble temperament, like a banished immortal above the nine heavens, unattainable.

Xie Yuheng only glanced at Nalan Jing, who immediately stopped.

The little fat man put his hands in the air. After fluttering for a long time and standing still, he immediately changed direction and ran faster than the rabbit.

Quickly return to your seat, take out the book, and sit upright!

When other scholars in the hall saw him, they couldn't help but laugh.

Thinking about it, even if Master Nalan came in person, he still couldn't control Nalan Jing with just one look like the Marquis of Jiangling.

You have to use your hands and feet, or use a ruler, to create a "compassionate exchange" to achieve this effect.

After listening to the lecture, the scholars were so intoxicated that they still had more to say!

Xie Yuheng packed up his books and was about to leave the Common Hall.

Suddenly, a supervisor from the Imperial College called out: "Master Bachelor."

"How can anyone in this world sit on a hot pan of oil without getting hurt?"

Before Xie Yuheng could say anything, another voice said impatiently:

"Lu Sheng, your family can't afford a holy monk, so just admit that your family is poor."

"You still bother the Marquis with such things, you are so ignorant!"

Xie Yuheng raised his eyebrows, and when he asked the whole story, he found out that it was a holy monk from the Wanxiang Kingdom who had recently arrived in the capital.

He escaped unscathed by meditating in a pot of boiling oil.

He was treated as a guest of the rich and powerful families in the capital, and was invited to their homes in turn to observe Feng Shui and eliminate illnesses and disasters.

Now, he is doing something in the house of the supervisor who made the rebuttal. A thousand taels per session...

Xie Yuheng's eyes moved slightly. Being a magician is more profitable than doing serious business!

It is still a no-cost sale, all expenses are borne by the buyer!

Not only did he gain fame, but he also gained money.

I can only go out at noon every day, because sooner or later I will be beaten...

"Master Bachelor, do you think this holy monk really knows the magic?"

Lu Sheng's eyes were filled with anticipation. If he really was a holy monk...

He was just smashing pots, selling iron, stealing and robbing, but he still had to scrape together a thousand taels to treat his grandmother!

"Will you get burned if you are splashed by hot oil? I can do it, you can do it, and so can others."

Listening to Xie Yuheng's words, the light in Lu Sheng's eyes slowly dimmed, like gray beads, only for decoration.

The supervisor who had been talking to him earlier was none other than the youngest son of the founding father, Zhu Wuyan. He muttered:

"Hey, holy monks are just like ordinary people, so why are they still called holy monks..."

Xie Yuheng glanced at him, called the servants from the Common Hall, and gave a few instructions in a low voice.

After a cup of tea, a large pot was set up outside the Common Hall.

The Shujishi and the supervisors stood together and talked in low voices. "Could it be that Master Bachelor is also planning to get into trouble?"

"It's true. If someone falls into a frying pan, they'll be blown to pieces..."

"Anyway, I think Marquis Jiangling must have his own tricks. Maybe that monk is a liar!"

Zhu Wuyang curled his lips when he heard this, "How can you be a poor guy who can't afford to hire a holy monk, yet you have the nerve to say that others are liars?"

"What is the difference between having little knowledge and being a frog in a well?"

Nalan Jing put her hands on her hips and glared at him: "Your family is rich, why don't you show up? I'll wait a little longer!"

"My family has money, why should I give it to you?"

"What kind of poor guy can you do to pretend to be stingy if you can't afford it? Hmph!"

Zhu Wuhuang's cheeks twitched. If it weren't for the fact that this boy was the son of the Minister of Libu, he would have really wanted to beat him up.

After Nalanjing finished speaking, she snorted arrogantly and walked over to Xie Yuheng, who was instructing the servants to pour vinegar into the pot.

"Fuck...Master Maester!"

He was originally going to call him godfather, but with a glance from Xie Yuheng, the little fat man immediately changed his title.

With this ability to understand current affairs, Xie Yuheng felt that if he failed to succeed in his career in the future.

You can also go to the Ministry of Industry and become a warship helmsman. That is absolutely safe!

"Since ancient times, no one has ever died. He must die early or late. Jing'er is willing to put himself to the test!"

Hehe, godfather never does anything he is not sure about.

I thought it would be fine if I put the oil in the pan here. It’s better to take this opportunity to have a relationship with godfather Doral!

A moment later, little fat Nalan Jing squatted in a big iron pot wearing only her middle coat. This scene... was so unique.

The handyman continued to pour Bingzhou mature vinegar into the pot until it was almost full, then added a small half bucket of oil.

The oil floats on the vinegar, making a thick layer of oil.

If an unknown person sees it, they will most likely mistakenly think that it is all oil.

Xie Yuheng ordered people to light the fire, and everyone just watched the iron pot stew... The son of the Minister of Civil Affairs.

If another official were to pass by, Gao Di would be scared to death.

The fire was burning in the stove, and Nalan Jing shouted in the pot: "Godfather, if I die."

"Remember to cook more squirrel mandarin fish for Jing'er during the holidays, and ask Jiang Linghou chef to cook it!"

He ate it once and it’s still unforgettable!

Even though his mother hired a cook from Xie's Academy at a high price from Jiangling, he still felt that the food cooked at his godfather's house was not as delicious.

Xu Lu looked up at the sky speechlessly. The kid's abacus almost fell off Yu Heng's face just to eat the squirrel and mandarin fish.

Xie Yuheng: "...add firewood."

The fire burned more and more fiercely, and soon Nalanjing was sweating on her forehead, it was so hot! But it’s not too hot!

Seeing that the temperature was about the same, Xie Yuheng took a small sack of shell powder and poured it directly into the pot.

After a while, the oil started to boil, bubbling, and there were traces of 'water vapor'.

But Nalan Jing was not injured at all, and could even take two bites of the cakes given by her friends.

Xie Yuheng faced the scholars and tried his best to explain in a way they could understand:

"This vinegar is like water, denser than oil."

"So when you pour them together, the oil is on the top and the vinegar is on the bottom."

"The boiling point of vinegar is lower than that of oil."

"In addition, you can hide shell powder or limestone on your body in advance, and use the reaction between it and vinegar to form bubbles and smoke."

"It looks like it's sitting on a hot pan of oil without any damage."

That is to say, the principle of boiling occurs when calcium carbonate encounters dilute acetic acid.

Xie Yuheng asked someone to take Nalan Jing out, and after thinking for a while he added: