After three years of reconciliation, the emperor regretted

Xiao Yiheng went south for a tour, and then took a break from the morning court, and Xiao Yunyan had more free time.

Wisteria trees are precious and cannot be separated from people.In the days to come, Chu Jingrong could see Xiao Yunyan in bunts every day in the yard, bowing around the wisteria tree to take care of it.

Sometimes, Chu Jingrong just ordered Qingwu to bring a cup of tea over, and that person would stare at the door in a daze, laughing foolishly for a long time.

The detoxification prescription has already been sent out, and the next thing will not be under Chu Jingrong's control.

The days returned to tranquility. The difference was that under his connivance, Xiao Yunyan, an uninvited guest, would break into the main courtyard from time to time, causing Chu Jingrong's silent heart to beat.

Seven days later, the man stepped into the door again and delivered the repaired mantra.

Chu Jingrong put down the remnant scroll in his hand, and fiddled with the strings with his bare hands. The melodious strings slanted out in an instant, and the fingertips jumped and flipped nimbly.

Even though Xiao Yunyan is not good at the melody of "Yangchun Baixue", he was intoxicated listening to it.

While the sound of the piano was being put away, Xiao Yunyan suddenly asked: "Jing Rong, teach me how to play the piano."

In fact, he was not interested in rites and music, he only thought that maybe this way, he could get closer to Chu Jingrong.

Surprised, he raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect Xiao Yunyan to have the idea of ​​learning the piano, Chu Jingrong was silent, and finally agreed.

He stood up, gave up his seat, and said in a rare gentle tone: "Sit down, I will teach you."

Xiao Yunyan was overjoyed, and hurriedly followed suit.

Chu Jingrong stood by Xiao Yunyan's side, bent down, and twitched lightly with his fingertips. A piece of the simplest tune was not even a melody, and he didn't test his piano skills. He just wanted to see if Xiao Yunyan had such a tune. aspects of talent.

"I played it just now, you can try to imitate it."

Hearing this, Xiao Yunyan blushed, and after a while he said in shame: "Jing Rong, can you demonstrate it again." He was distracted just now.

Chu Jingrong bent over to the side, her long hair was like a waterfall, scattered on her chest, and the cool sandalwood was wrapped around her body, which got into her nose, making him feel distracted.

Xiao Yunyan was dumbfounded immediately, how could he care what he played?

Seeing that Chu Jingrong's face turned cold, Xiao Yunyan could only reluctantly withdraw his presumptuous gaze and lowered his eyes.

If he doesn't dare, don't drive him away.

A cold snort came from his nose, Chu Jingrong didn't pursue it, and moved his fingertips again.

This time, Xiao Yunyan stared at it intently. He didn't know the piano score, so he could only rely on rote memorization. Fortunately, he had a good memory, and he could remember exactly which string to pluck first and which string to pluck last.

However, if you want to play the piano well, it is not enough to have a brain. To be able to distinguish the tone, the most important thing is to have flexible fingers.

"Remember? Try playing it again."

Xiao Yunyan nodded, and raised his hand to cover the Sanskrit music. He was tall and his palms were also broad, and he could cover the entire surface of the piano with one hand. Seeing this scene, Chu Jingrong suddenly fell silent.

Sure enough, although the order of plucking the strings was correct, when raising the hand, the protruding finger bones would accidentally touch other strings.

Xiao Yunyan's neck was red, and in the end he couldn't play anymore, so he curled up his hands and put them back into his sleeves.

Chu Jingrong didn't know how to evaluate it, Xiao Yunyan could wield knives and guns with both hands, and play the piano... let's forget it.

"You don't have the talent in this area, don't force it."

It's still too early for Chu Jingrong to draw conclusions. In the future, this person will use his body as a qin and move around to tease him, forcing him to make a croon that is many times better than the sound of the qin.

Xiao Yunyan stood up dejectedly, and didn't want to humiliate himself any more, it's fine if he doesn't have talent, it was just a whim.

At this time, Qingwu walked in with a delicate meal, and reminded in a low voice: "My lord, it's time to eat."

Chu Jingrong responded, and sat down at the dining table, Qingwu walked in and started serving dishes, Xiao Yunyan stood aside, thinking about it, and finally leaned over and sat down cheekily.

Chu Jingrong glanced at him lightly, and asked, "Who told you to sit down?"

Xiao Yunyan stood up again with a swish, and said awkwardly, "I'll just eat standing up."

"Who said I'm going to keep you for dinner?"

"Then I won't eat, I'll watch you eat." Anyway, he won't leave.

"..."

Chu Jingrong had nothing to do with him, raised his head after a while and ordered, "Go, add a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Qingwu took the order to retreat, Xiao Yunyan was overjoyed and didn't know what to do after hearing this, he tentatively said: "Jing Rong, can I sit down then?"

Chu Jingrong didn't make a sound, neither agreed nor objected, he just raised his chopsticks, picked up a piece of bamboo shoot, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

Xiao Yunyan hesitated for a moment, and sat down slowly. At this time, Qingwu fetched the bowls and chopsticks, and placed them one by one in front of Xiao Yunyan.

Then put a piece of bamboo shoot into his mouth, the taste is light, Jingrong likes it.

There was a plate of yams at the outermost position of the dining table. Chu Jingrong poked out his chopsticks, but because his arms were not long enough, the yams were slippery, so they were caught in the air and fell back into the plate.

Chu Jingrong paused, retracted his hand, and tasted all the remaining dishes, only the plate of yam, and never moved a chopstick again.

Why is this temper so awkward?

Xiao Yunyan was amused in his heart, and he also poked out his chopsticks. His arm was completely longer than Chu Jingrong, picked up a piece of yam, and put it in the bowl in front of Chu Jingrong.

Angrily glaring at Xiao Yunyan, Chu Jingrong pulled the yam to the corner, disgusted so much that he refused to eat it no matter what.

It wasn't until half a bowl of rice had bottomed out that he ate the cold yam with the last bite of rice.

Qingwu couldn't bear to disturb such a harmonious scene, until the young master and the prince both put down their chopsticks, then came forward to pack up the little food left.

After eating, Xiao Yunyan accompanied Chu Jingrong to read the book for a while, Chu Jingrong was fascinated by reading "Taiping Essentials", Xiao Yunyan took out a military book from the bookshelf, started to read it, and sat aside Accompany him quietly.

It was peaceful, the years were peaceful, and Xiao Yunyan had no choice but to leave until Chu Jingrong got tired and put down his book and went back to the back room for a rest.

However, after leaving, he didn't go back to the study to rest. He thought for a while, turned his footsteps, and rode out of the palace on dark clouds and snow.

The well-known Wufangzhai in the imperial city welcomed a distinguished guest today, none other than Xiao Yunyan.

He didn't come to buy pastries, but to learn from a teacher.

As the saying goes, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, and the majestic Prince Xiang comes here just to learn the craft of making sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from the cook. This makes the shopkeeper of Wufangzhai either agree or not, and is in a dilemma.

"My lord, if you like this shortbread, the villain will send someone to your house every day, what do you think?" The shopkeeper suggested with a smile on his face.

Although osmanthus cake is not the number one signature of Wufangzhai, it is also an exclusive secret recipe. If the production method is leaked, other pastry shops in the imperial city will compete to imitate it, and they will soon lose their competitiveness.

"This king knows what you are worried about. This king can make a written statement that he will never tell others how to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for profit. This king will do what he says, and you can put your heart in your stomach."

How dare the shopkeeper let the majestic prince set up a written proof for him?

The character of Prince Xiang is well-known in the imperial city. Now that we have already talked about this point, it is because he does not know how to flatter him, but a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he has too many exclusive signs of Wufangzhai. one.

Using an insignificant secret recipe in exchange for a favor from the prince, Wufangzhai has made a lot of money in this deal.

The shopkeeper readily agreed after a little thought, and led Xiao Yunyan to the back kitchen.

"The villain doesn't know that the prince likes the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in my house so much. It's really a villain's honor."

Xiao Yunyan and Chu Jingrong were secretly married, and no one knew about it except his parents, elder brother, and the servant girl who served in the mansion.

Naturally, it cannot be said that Jing Rong likes it, Xiao Yunyan paused and then said: "It's because my sweetheart likes it."

Sweetheart?Does the prince already have a sweetheart?Have you never heard of such rumors?

The shopkeeper realized that he knew something important, so he immediately shut up and didn't pursue it further, and just honestly led the way.

When they came to the back kitchen, the cooks who had already heard the news stood in a row waiting for the prince to drive.

They have been around the stove all their lives, and they never thought that one day, they would be summoned and favored by the prince because of their skills in earning a living.

"The woman pays homage to the prince."

Xiao Yunyan waved his hand to avoid these vain gifts, his eyes swept away, and landed in front of the cook, who was surrounded by a beige square scarf.

Cutting directly to the topic, Xiao Yunyan took a step forward, took off the same style of scarf from the shelf beside him, held it in front of his eyes for a long time, and then awkwardly gathered around himself after unfolding it.

"There is no need to be burdened, let's start directly."

The cooks are of different ages, but they are all married. They are petite, and they are more than enough to move around in this huge back kitchen.

However, after the nine-foot-tall Xiao Yunyan joined, the place seemed to suddenly become crowded. He stood stiffly in front of the stove, mixing hands full of flour with a few cooks, his temples and the tip of his nose were stained white, embarrassed and funny.

Xiao Yunyan's hands were not flexible enough, the cook used skillful strength when kneading the noodles, it was as if he was going to fight when he came to Xiao Yunyan's side, two or three punches would harden into lumps, when the cook was cutting the cake, the small knife was light Swipe lightly, and the corners are cut neatly. When it comes to Xiao Yunyan's side, it's like killing someone, and when it's chopped down, even the chopping board leaves an inch-deep knife mark.

The cooks look at me and I look at you. They are completely desperate. The prince really doesn't have the talent in this area, so why don't you just give up.

Xiao Yunyan naturally knew what the cooks were thinking, but he didn't say much. He thanked him, went to the corner alone, and tried again and again.

The cook still had work to do, so he was too embarrassed to bother her so much, so she practiced alone. Xiao Yunyan was very smart, and could never forget it after reading it. The reason why she couldn't do it well was because of poor control and lack of experience.

Brother Huang was not in the imperial city, and no one would restrain him from doing such absurd things. Xiao Yunyan kept busy in Wufangzhai until the sun went down, and then hurried back to the palace.