Loyal heart travels a long way

It was getting dark in Xiapi City, and it was almost past time before eating.

Youdao is that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Although the Song family is down and out now, they are still better than ordinary people. It’s just that such a big house and such a big family need to spend more on food and clothing than ordinary people. , there is always a feeling of being stretched.

Although the dinner dishes are not as exquisite as Yunxu Pavilion, they are also rich enough. Seven dishes and one soup, with meat and vegetables, are more delicious.

Tangerine skin chicken, rouge meat, yin and yang fish, Qiankun eggs, astragalus and bamboo fungus, stir-fried lettuce, sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root, and juvenile geng, a total of eight dishes, some of which were probably made by Mrs. Sun. Some, sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root is a bit too sweet.

Song Ruyan pretended to be innocent, and said, "Me and Ruyue don't usually do these things, not as quick as Mama Sun, and we only cook one dish each. Master Qin may wish to guess which one was made by me and which one was made by Ruyue." ?”

Qin Yong glanced at Song Ruyan, feeling bored in his heart, he was a little too lazy to socialize with this girl, how could he not guess that these two sisters are the masters of the spring water?

Although the astragalus and bamboo fungus lack some flavor, the astragalus has a beany smell. How can it cover up the beany smell skillfully, so how can it not put salt well?

As for sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root, although he doesn't know much about Xiapi's dishes, just looking at the well-proportioned and plump glutinous rice stuffed, it can only be made by someone who often goes to the kitchen, and the hands of these two young ladies don't have the fragrance of osmanthus.

The people who cook these dishes should be very familiar with the kitchen, and they are quite clever to make a little mistake, pretending to be the handiwork of the two daughters of the Song family.

Qin Yong just turned around in his mind for a while, then analyzed the general idea, and with a clear mind, he wiped off a little honey on his lips with a handkerchief, and said: "I don't care about appetite, so I can't guess."

Originally, Song Ruyan's prepared remarks were choked in his throat, and he couldn't spit them out.

——If Qin Yong guessed that astragalus, bamboo fungus and sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root are excellent, she had tasted them in advance. Not too much, she can take the opportunity to pretend to be humble and show off.

It doesn't matter if you guess wrong, act coquettishly, who doesn't like a delicate girl?

Even if Qin Yong can't figure it out, it doesn't matter, Jiaohan is Jiao, and Jiaochen is also Jiao!

Who knew that he, Qin Yong, should not talk about Meng Lang in front of the girl, but he was completely puzzled. The phrase "don't pay attention to the desire of the stomach" means whoever loves whoever does it. Coupled with his cold face, he put her The words behind were completely blocked.

Song Ruyan opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, he just stuffed a piece of lotus root into his mouth with resentment.Seeing that her sister was deflated, Song Ruyue endured a few times before she could hold back, and burst out laughing.

Song Ruyan's face turned green, Mrs. Song's face was not very good-looking, and she stepped on the feet of her two daughters under the table. Master Song smiled awkwardly and toasted Qin Yong. .

Everyone had their own thoughts, and the meal made Mr. Song tremble with fear, and Mrs. Song was exhausted physically and mentally.

After dinner, the Song family couldn't stay any longer, and they couldn't rush to beg someone to take their daughter, so they could only watch Qin Yong leave.

Qin Yong was in a good mood. He watched the jokes for half a day and saved money for a dinner. Although there was no progress in official business, it was not a waste of time.

A group of people left the Song Mansion, it was already dark outside, they sat in a sedan chair when they came, and they had to listen to Ying Er's news report when they returned, the sedan chair could not hold more than two people, so they asked the servants to take a carriage in advance and wait at the gate of the Song Mansion.Not long after Qin Yong got into the carriage, Ying Er really came in through the window.

"master."

Qin Yong raised his chin and motioned for Ying Er to speak directly.

"The subordinates have searched the firewood room, but have not found anything related to Princess Jingming."

Qin Yong nodded, he was mentally prepared for Ying Er's words.

The princess has been missing for so many years, and people have been looking for it all the time. If there are any clues left behind, they would have been found in the palace long ago.What's more, the Song Mansion is just a conjecture with no specific basis, it's just a kind of inexplicable feeling that makes him unable to resist to check it out. It's normal that there is nothing.

Qin Yong didn't believe that his intuition was so accurate, otherwise he would have persuaded her mother to reconcile and leave.

"Who made the astragalus bamboo shoots and sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root?"

"Which two?" Ying Er was taken aback, thought for a while and then asked: "The one with medicinal herbs and beets?"

Qin Yong nodded, signaling him to continue.

"It was made by Song Zhiyao. The older lady of the Song family hurriedly dragged another daughter-in-law into the firewood room for Mama Sun to cook. Mama Sun made six of them, and Song Zhiyao made the other two on a small bench. Yes, Song Zhiyao also flattered the two daughters-in-law and promised that once you eat it, you will find that it is not Mama Sun's cooking."

The little thing is quite smart, but it is a pity that he is not old enough after all. If he is born into a good family, he will be a handsome young man in the future.It's a pity that she was born in Song's family and was tortured by the mistress. At the age of eight or nine, she still can't reach the stove, and she has to pretend to be a girl doll.

Qin Yong thought of the child's black and blue eyes, and thought of the pot of garlic sprouts he raised.

"After I left, did Song Xiu ever mention Princess Jingming or his concubine?"

"No," Ying Er shook his head, "It was Eldest Miss Song who ran up to Mrs. Song and cried loudly. Mrs. Song ordered Song Zhiyao to kneel down in the courtyard and smoked a cane. Second Miss Song couldn't stop her from the sidelines." Wait, when the subordinate slipped out, Song Zhiyao was still kneeling and being beaten in the courtyard, and Mother Sun was kneeling beside her and crying loudly."

"Song Xiu didn't stop him?" Qin Yong frowned, such a small child, and it was so cold at night, he was probably going to be beaten when he knelt on the ground: "Isn't Song Zhiyao also his daughter?"

Ying Er also found it inconceivable: "I didn't stop it, I just persuaded Mrs. Song to calm down."

Qin Yong stopped talking, and the carriage fell silent for a moment, Qin Yong's fingers tapped on the small slumped low table distractedly.

He didn't want to worry about these trivial matters, but he couldn't calm down when he thought of the child's eyes.

When he was young, he was punished by Qin Zhengqi to kneel and beaten, but after all, Mrs. Qin is the head of the family, and her family has some status in the court, Qin Zhengqi still has some taboos, at least he will not punish himself to death.

The little garlic seedling in the Song family was only eight or nine years old, and was still sick. If he knelt down for one night with such injuries, he would lose half his life even if he didn't die. There was no mother to protect him, and there was only an old woman who couldn't speak , even if there is no pain left this time, what will happen in the future?

With his tigress-like wife on top, can he still grow up?

Qin Yong closed his eyes, as if he was making a decision, opened his eyes and let out a long breath, then tore off the jade pendant from his waist, and handed it to Ying Er: "Throw this jade pendant into the flower pot where they grow garlic seedlings. Come in, move fast."

"Ah? Isn't it Narcissus?" Ying Er raised his head, his eyes were full of confusion, seeing Qin Yong's expression was a little gloomy, and said again: "In those two clay pots?"

Qin Yong's forehead jumped: "Hurry up! Today's matter is over, copy the "Shen Nong Baicao Jing" for me!"

Ying Er wanted to cry without tears, took the jade pendant and flipped out of the car window, then jumped up to the roof next to him like a mad dog chasing after him, and ran all the way towards the Song Mansion.

As for Mad Dog, he straightened his robe, opened the cotton curtain, and ordered the coachman to turn around and return to Song Mansion.

The Qian brothers in the last carriage could only be seen from the window, Yunxu Pavilion was getting closer and closer, and when they were about to arrive, their master suddenly turned around and walked back.