My historian is dying every day

Chapter 8 [Give me a bowl]

As soon as he entered the small courtyard, there was a screen wall, and when the courtyard door was closed, Wen Yanzhi immediately knelt down to worship.

Qi Yu said while shaking his fan: "Forget it, since I'm out of the palace, I'll just be treated as an ordinary guest."

Wen Yanzhi stood up straight again, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

His eyes fell on Wen Yanzhi, and Qi Yu found that he had changed out of his usual large official uniform, and was now wearing a brown and blue Confucian shirt that fit him, casually, with a linen apron tied around his waist, as if he was cooking .

This leisure and indifference actually added a leisurely spirituality to this idiot's expression.

Washing the spoon like this, who would believe that he is the son of the Qing family of Honglu Temple?

Qi Yu couldn't help but laugh.

No matter how dazed the person was, he was also a little embarrassed at the moment, Wen Yanzhi pulled off his apron, and said: "This humble minister has nothing to do with taking over, disturbing the emperor."

Qi Yu smiled and said, "It's also because I didn't inform you in advance, so I'm exonerated."

Unexpectedly, this Wensher, who behaves like an old man, lives in such a quiet courtyard.

As soon as you enter the door, you can smell the scent of green grass and blue, especially the fragrance of bamboo.It is expected that there are many green bamboos in the garden. Although there is a screen wall and a screen door in front of you, you can still hear the sound of water in the middle, which may attract a stream of flowing water.

Qi Yu looked at the delicately carved Hanmei and the inscription on the screen wall in front of him, and couldn't help but feel...

Wen Aiqing is really rich.

The son lives really comfortably.

Wen Yanzhi seldom entertained guests here, let alone pick him up.At this time Qi Yu was standing in the narrow gap between the courtyard gate and the screen wall for no reason, with a majestic and majestic air of an emperor, which suddenly made him feel that his courtyard was a bit small.

He raised his hand to lead the way to the screen door: "The emperor please."

After entering the screen door is the main courtyard, but only fifty or sixty square meters square, Wen Yanzhi lives alone, so the courtyard is really small, only one entry.Green bamboos are planted all over the place, and there are occasional orchid grasses. Just smelling the fragrance is famous and precious.Everywhere you look, all the houses are clear at a glance, and they are all clean and tidy.

The sound of trickling water heard before entering the door is not like the small bridge flowing in ordinary people's homes, but a living spring, which is open in the southwest corner of the yard, lined with a small rockery made of bluestone, and is bubbling and splashing.

"Wenshe people enjoy happiness," Zhou Fu couldn't help but praise, "Living alone in a quiet place amidst the noise can attract a pool of running water, so fresh and comfortable."

Standing by the side, Wen Yanzhi heard the words and replied: "Grandpa Zhou praised it absurdly. The geology of the three squares here in the capital is different from other places. The Jingzhao Division has ordered that it is strictly forbidden to drill the living springs. I dare not specialize in it."

Qi Yu pointed to the bubbling pool: "Isn't the living spring still bubbling?"

Wen Yanzhi said: "My Majesty, I pulled the bamboo tube at the bottom of the pool, and then folded the bamboo tube back into the pool. The water in the pool flows through the wooden tube due to pressure, forming a spring bubble. The Sanhua Waterfall in the palace uses this principle. , turning the pool water into a waterfall on the rockery, in "Dongpo Zhilin", this bamboo tube is called a pump."

Suddenly, Qi Yu smiled, "It turned out to be a partial method, but you have really bothered for this garden."

On the top of the pool is a copper pot hourglass, embedded in the rockery, with twelve o'clock engraved on the ruler, all of which are green bamboo scripts, very elegant, it is not difficult to imagine whose craftsmanship it is.

There is a half-made wooden box on the side of the open space, a handful of small pieces are placed inside, and many hand-carved gears are scattered around.A blueprint was nailed to the pillar of the west chamber, showing the intended wooden seat in the box, etc., to prove that the owner has been studying it carefully every day.

"What is that?" Qi Yu walked to the drawing and asked.

Wen Yanzhi said: "Reporting to the emperor, the humble minister is not talented. Sitting in the garden, I accidentally heard that the child next door wanted a treasure chest that could sing opera, so I wanted to try to make it, but it has not been successful yet."

Qi Yu glanced back at him, "Can you really make such an object?"

Wen Yanzhi said: "Reporting to the emperor, although it is not possible to sing opera, it is not difficult to play some timbre."

For the sake of a child's plaything, he even talked big words.

Qi Yu was very sad.

Unexpectedly, Wen Sheren, who is usually dull and rigid, still has such tenderness and compassion in his heart.

Why did you not have it for me when you wrote the memorandum.

A handful of shallots and a bitter gourd are placed on a stone table in the middle of the yard, and next to it is a large porcelain bowl covered with gauze, with some white noodles scattered around it, and a clay stove is simmering beside it, and the clay pot on it looks like it has just been boiled. .

Qi Yu guessed: "Make noodles?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Wen Yanzhi replied.

Refused the Queen Mother Huirong's dinner, Qi Yu suddenly ran out of the palace after reviewing the paperwork, smelling the scent of green onions and the clear smell of grass and trees in the garden, he felt that the boredom in his heart was swept away a little, and suddenly he came back again. Having gained some appetite, he felt that his internal organs were empty, so he walked to the stone table and sat down, opened the fan and shook it.

"Please Wen Sheren, give me a bowl too."

Wen Yanzhi raised his head to look at Qi Yu, his eyes were so clear that water dripped from his eyes: "The food of my minister is vulgar, I dare not serve it to the emperor."

Qi Yu smiled: "Why, you can't bear to give me a bowl of noodles?"

Wen Yanzhi finally knelt down: "I don't dare. The emperor told me that I have already... reconciled... Bitter melon paste, I'm afraid it won't suit the emperor."

Qi Yu stopped shaking his fan, and looked at Wen Yanzhi in distress.

Bitter...melon...mud...and...noodles...?

What the hell to eat.

And when Qi Yu was complaining that he had to go back to the palace hungry to eat, Wen Yanzhi answered in time.

"If the emperor does not give up, I will make noodles for the emperor again."

The cloud on Qi Yu's face turned clear, and the fan in his hand waved again.

"Very good."

Making noodles is a science.Although Qi Yu is the emperor, he has always known it.

In the early years, the first emperor appointed the eldest prince as the crown prince, and entrusted the rest of the younger princes one by one, but used him, King Xian, King Kang and other young men who were considered stunned at the time to fill the vacant military positions, as each The experience that the prince must go through.

It took eight years to enter the Kansai Army.

The wheat in Kansai is good, and everyone loves to eat noodles.At the beginning, Hou Qizheng of Kansai, in order to curry favor with him, often went to the camp to pull him to pretend to be a commoner and eat noodle restaurants, so he also saw many times the process of grinding wheat flour and kneading flour into noodles.Then the boss pulls the noodles with bare hands, puts them into the pot, hooks various spices into the bowl, takes out the cooked noodles, and pours hot oil on them, and the noodles are instantly fragrant.

The oily, spicy and slightly numbing taste is the boldness of Kansai.

But the idiot who was busy by the clay stove in front of him was a different scene.

Qi Yu played the fan at ease, watching Wen Yanzhi roll up the cuffs of his brown and blue gown, revealing a thin white wrist, and pinching the dough in the porcelain bowl with jade-like fingers. The matter of cooking and cooking is a bit of a gentleman's style.

Although the tandoor was turned off, it was still hot nearby.There was no wind in the sky, a thin layer of sweat gathered on the idiot's forehead, and even the ears seemed to be stained with the reddish cheeks, turning pink.

Qi Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Yanzhi, amused, "Wen Sheren, shouldn't scholars shy away from cooking?"

Wen Yanzhi covered the porcelain bowl under the gauze, and replied: "Reporting to the emperor, the cook sent by my mother cooks too much every day. It would be a waste for me alone, so I refused. Now only an old man comes to wash clothes every day. Sprinkle, so I have no choice but to do the job of cooking the kitchen."

Qi Yu smiled.

Compared with most of the dandies in the capital, this Wen Yanzhi is a frugal person. It can be seen that Wen Jiuling is good at raising children, and his conduct is comparable to his two elder brothers who are local officials.

Under Qi Yu's gaze, Wen Yanzhi stood by the side with his head bowed, quietly waiting for his face to grow up, without saying a word.

In fact, he also understands that the king of a country will not just go to his own house to ask about the home-cooked bowl of noodles. There are always serious things in the world today, so he should ask him in detail.

Of course, this is what he wanted when he offered advice before leaving the imperial study.

Qi Yu's gaze, although carrying the deep smile of the Chengfu, seemed to be able to see through him, silent but sharp.

"Then Wenshe had no choice but to enter the Neishi Mansion?" Qi Yu asked suddenly, propping his head.

Wen Yanzhi was slightly taken aback, but before he could speak, Qi Yu said with a smile again: "Wen Sheren has to think about it, if you talk nonsense in front of me, it is a crime of deceiving the emperor."

The crime of bullying the king?

Barely visible, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Wen Yanzhi's mouth. He knelt down straight, his expression unwavering: "The emperor, Shengming, has already known the reason. It makes no difference whether I say it or not."

This fearless expression was expected by Qi Yu.

Qi Yu slowly put away the folding fan, and the faint smile on the corners of his lips was also put away bit by bit. At this moment, he only looked at Wen Yanzhi with frosty eyes, and said: "If you want to investigate the old case of the Ministry of Industry, you really have to Are you not afraid of death?"