Chapter 269 Spicy Chicken

Luo Yixiuan waited anxiously at home for a whole day, but no runners from the Criminal Justice Department showed up.

After sending someone to inquire, they found out that Luo Yiwan had taken all the responsibility for scheming against Qi.

She understood after a moment's thought.

Luo Yiwan knew that she was responsible for a death and would suffer no good consequences, so she simply did her a favor and asked her to help take care of her son in the future.

She let out a long sigh.

Looking towards the direction of the Dali Temple, he murmured to himself: "Don't worry, Sixth Sister, I will visit Bao'er often."

Just as he finished reading, a servant came and said, "Miss, the master wants you to go to his study."

Luo Yixiuan's heart skipped a beat.

My father must be looking for her regarding Sixth Sister's matter.

She calmed herself down, went back to her room to put on some makeup, picked up a fish tank, and then went to the study.

After seeing her father, she placed the fish tank on the desk and said with a smile, "Dad, you're looking for me? I just got a new red snapper and wanted to give it to you."

She said that the red-crowned crane was the goldfish in the fish tank with a silvery-white body and a red tumor on its head.

Marquis Cheng'en always liked goldfish, and there were all kinds of goldfish in the mansion, but this was the first time he had seen a red-crowned crane with such a square tumor and such a bright red color.

No matter how angry I was, my anger subsided a lot when I saw the fish.

"Where did you get it?"

He asked, staring at the goldfish dancing in the water.

"It was sent from the Qiwu Pavilion," Luo Yixuan replied. "I previously instructed them to send me any good-looking Crane's Beak Red."

Marquis Cheng'en sneered, "Your sixth sister's family has been destroyed by you, yet you have the leisure to do so."

Luo Yixiuan's almond-shaped eyes were immediately filled with tears.

"Father, I only wanted to fulfill your wish as soon as possible, so I teamed up with Sixth Sister to come up with this plan. I never knew it would go so wrong, harming Sixth Sister..."

As he spoke, he burst into tears.

When Marquis Cheng'en saw that her eyes were red, as if she had been crying for most of the day, his anger subsided a lot.

He sighed deeply, "You've always been smart, how did you get into such a big mess?"

If it weren't for this accident, Yiwan would still be safely serving as the Crown Prince's wife, and the Shangguo Mansion would still be the strongest support for their Cheng'en Marquis Mansion.

Now everything is empty.

Luo Yixuan choked up and said, "My daughter regrets this all the time. She wishes she could give her life to Sixth Sister. But how could she dare to destroy this body of flesh and blood when she hasn't repaid her parents' kindness? I only hope that in the future I'll have the opportunity to make amends."

"Forget it, it's done." Marquis Cheng'en waved his hand. "Go back and reflect on this carefully. Don't make any more mistakes."

Luo Yixuan nodded obediently: "My daughter will definitely take this as a warning."

After she left, Marquis Cheng'en looked at the goldfish for a while and called his eldest son over.

"I'm afraid the path of marriage won't work. We need to make plans early."

At the gate of Shangguogong's mansion, Wuhua stopped the Benz. Feng Qingsui asked Shen, who was sitting across from her, "What are your plans?"

Ji Changqing stripped the title of Duke Shangguo's mansion on the grounds that it was against the rules for a concubine's son to inherit the title. Shang Zhichun's son Shang Bao and other concubines' sons of Duke Shangguo had no right to inherit the title.

Right now, they are too busy dividing the family and fighting over the property to even take care of Duke Shang's funeral.

Although Shen was the eldest wife of the eldest son, she had no children, so she probably wouldn't be able to gain much even if she fought for it.

"Thank you for redressing my grievances," Shen said gratefully. "I don't plan to stay in the Duke's Mansion. I plan to move to a villa in the suburbs and devote myself to cultivating camellias."

Feng Qingsui chuckled: "That's fine."

Shen said goodbye to her, got off the car and returned home.

The people in her courtyard had been released and sent back home. She had been crazy for the past two years, but she was still able to remain human thanks to their careful care.

So she took out the indentures and asked them about their wishes first.

"The Duke's Mansion is about to be disbanded. If you want to find another way out, take your indentures back. If you want to continue to follow me, come with me to another farm to grow flowers."

The maids and wives looked at each other and said in unison, "We will follow Madam."

Shen then collected the indenture contract and ordered the servants in the mansion to set up a mourning hall and hold a funeral for Duke Shang and her son.

After the funeral, she gave up the courtyard of the eldest house and exchanged it for farmland and mountains in the suburbs.

Afterwards, she brought her husband back home to collect camellia and lived in a villa.

After that, she cultivated many new varieties of camellia, compiled camellia flower catalogs, and wrote many books on camellia cultivation. These books were very popular and passed down to later generations.

People in later generations called her the "Tea Master".

Feng Qingsui worked all night on this case and took a day off before returning to work at the Epidemic Prevention Bureau.

Ji Changqing specially prepared delicious food to reward her and Wuhua.

He brought over two food boxes, one for her and one for Wuhua.

Feng Qingsui opened his lunch box and was unexpectedly choked by the rich spicy smell.

"Is this... spicy chicken?"

She asked as she looked at the large plate of red and greasy fried chicken in the lunch box.

Ji Changqing nodded: "Try the spicy chicken made with glutinous rice cake peppers and see if you like it."

Feng Qingsui's appetite was whetted just by smelling the aroma. After the dishes were taken out of the food box, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

The chicken is soft, glutinous, fragrant and spicy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, spicy with a hint of numbing. The freshness and fragrance of the meat are fully stimulated, and the more you chew, the more delicious it is.

It goes really well with rice.

“It’s delicious.”

Feng Qingsui praised it and then started eating.

Ji Changqing looked at her with a smile on his face for a while before picking up his chopsticks and eating with her.

Wuhua didn't want to disturb them while they were eating, so she carried her lunch box to the outer room. When she opened it, she saw that in addition to the spicy chicken, there was also a big bowl of her favorite braised pork!

His eyes narrowed into slits due to smiling.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to start eating, someone outside the door called out, "Huahua, are you there?"

She blurted out: "Not here."

The person outside the door: "..."

Hua Ning walked in carrying a food box, "Hua Hua, I made your favorite meat."

Wuhua frowned: "Why did the Fourth Master let you out?"

Hua Ning: “…”

"I worked as a translator for him for a few days and negotiated a big deal. He gave me half a day off, so I came to see you."

After saying that, he put the food box on the table. Seeing that there was also braised pork on the table, he smiled and said, "What a coincidence."

Wuhua subconsciously moved the plate closer to herself.

"No place for you."

Hua Ning: “…”

She is here to deliver food, not to steal it!

After opening her lunch box, she brought out a bowl of braised pork.

"My brother's craftsmanship is too difficult to replicate. I only managed to create about 70% of the flavor. I wonder if you can recall anything after smelling it."

Wuhua smelled a strange, familiar smell.

"Is this meat edible?"

She said in astonishment.

"You're not trying to poison me, are you?"

Hua Ning: “…”

She was so angry that she took out a pair of chopsticks she brought from the bottom of the food box, stuffed a piece of meat into her mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it.

Seeing that she was having difficulty swallowing, Wuhua kindly poured her a cup of tea.

"Although it's shameful to waste it, it's better not to eat such disgusting meat, otherwise the loss will outweigh the gain."

Hua Ning pressed the piece of meat down with the tea and said, "This is your favorite delicious braised pork. Every time my brother makes it, you always eat it all."

Wuhua: “…”

It turns out that her life was even harder than she thought...

Previously, she always felt that the taste of braised pork was not right, and wanted to find Juewei braised pork. Now, after smelling this "Juewei", she finally understood what it meant to "meet is not as good as miss".

"I'm probably not the Huahua you're looking for."

She said seriously.

"I can't eat a single bite of this kind of braised pork."

Hua Ning: “…”

Could it be that after Huahua lost her memory, she also lost her taste buds memory?

This doesn't make sense. Isn't it said that after being abducted for many years, someone was able to find his hometown and relatives by relying on his taste buds memory?

The taste of the braised pork made by my brother is unique in the world. Huahua has eaten it so many times and must have a deep memory of it. How come I can’t remember it at all?

She was still distressed.

Wuhua was afraid that the food would get cold if he continued talking to her, so he didn't bother to pay attention to her and started eating with his chopsticks.

The braised pork is really delicious, fatty but not greasy, sweet and soft, and melts in your mouth.

The spicy chicken is also delicious, with glutinous skin and fragrant meat, fresh, fragrant and spicy, the more you eat it, the more you enjoy it.

The greens are also superb, sweet, refreshing, crisp, tender and fragrant.

Just for the prince's craftsmanship, she will follow Sui Sui for the rest of her life and never go anywhere.

Hua Ning came over after having dinner. When he smelled her food, he felt hungry again and swallowed hard.

The swallowing sound was not loud, but Wuhua still heard it.

Wuhua paused with his chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, put down his chopsticks, took the chopsticks from Hua Ning's hand, and picked up the smallest piece of braised pork for her.

"Try the real flavor."

She said with pity.

This man is so thin, I guess he doesn't have much good food to eat on a daily basis.

Hua Ning: “…”

Huahua has really changed. She used to be very generous.

She wanted to refuse, but she couldn't help but be curious about how delicious the meat was that Huahua was only willing to give her such a small amount, so she finally took it.

She didn't know if it was because she had just eaten the disgusting and weird-tasting braised pork, or because this small piece of braised pork was too delicious, but as soon as she put the meat in her mouth, she felt like she had lived the first half of her life in vain.

This braised pork is simply unbeatable!

After eating, her appetite became even more ferocious than before.

Wuhua caught a glimpse of her hungry eyes and, without bothering to savor the food carefully, ate up the remaining meat and vegetables in no time.

Hua Ning: “…”

"Is this braised pork made by the chef in the clan residence?" she couldn't help but ask, "or did you buy it from a restaurant outside?"

Wu Hua wiped his mouth and said, "Neither of them. Don't even think about it. This is not something you can buy with money."

Hua Ning: “…”

She sniffed and smelled the aroma of spicy chicken and braised pork coming from the inner room.

After a moment's thought, he asked, "Mrs. Feng, do you need an interpreter? You don't have to pay me, just give me a bowl of braised pork."

Wuhua raised an eyebrow: "What language do you know?"

Hua Ning said: "I can speak eight languages: Xirong, Daxi, Ansi, Annam, Javanese..."

Wuhua: “…”

That's scarce talent indeed.

The Regent might be able to use it.

I just don't know if he is willing to offer braised pork as a betrothal gift.

"I'll ask for you later," she replied, "but you still have to be the translator for the Fourth Master, right?"

Master Zong Si was almost killed because of her, so he will definitely not let her go easily.

Given his unscrupulous nature as a businessman, no, as a businessman, he would at least make a huge profit before he would let it go.

Hua Ning nodded: "I'll stay with him for the time being."

After saying this, he looked melancholy.

It is hard to repay a debt of favor, and even harder to repay a debt of life.

She owed Zong Hebai her life, and she didn't know when she would be able to repay it.

If she had known that the person following her was an assassin, she would not have hidden in the private room of the teahouse.

Wuhua nodded and said, "I have things to do, so I won't chat with you anymore."

After saying that, he put the bowl and chopsticks into the lunch box, picked up the lunch box and walked out, ready to go to the cafeteria to wash them.

Hua Ning put the bowl of strange-tasting braised pork back into the lunch box and followed her out.

The two parted outside the door.

Wuhua seemed to have sensed something and looked towards a big tree in the distance. Seeing birds flying and jumping on the treetop, he looked away.

It wasn't until she walked into the dining hall that the people hiding in the treetops breathed a sigh of relief.

Then it quietly flew over the treetops and into the hotel room with the open window.

A quarter of an hour later, a white dove flew out of the window.

The white dove flapped its wings and flew straight towards the west, and its figure gradually disappeared into the sky.

Inside the house, Feng Qingsui finished his meal and was sweating from the spicy food.

When she wiped the sweat off her face with a handkerchief, Ji Changqing looked at her exceptionally beautiful face, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his eyes seemed to be glued to her cherry lips, unable to move away.

It was not until Feng Qingsui reached out and poked him on the forehead that he came to his senses.

"What evil plan are you planning?"

Feng Qingsui asked him, holding his chin.

Ji Changqing subconsciously denied: "No. I was just thinking about what lesson to teach the Luo family."

Luo Yixuan and Luo Yiwan worked together to frame his mother. Although Luo Yiwan got her out, he had no intention of letting her and the Luo family behind her go.

Feng Qingsui: “…”

I originally wanted to give him a reward, but he changed the subject, so forget it.

"Didn't the late emperor grant the Luo family salt permits every year, which the Ministry of Internal Affairs would hold on their behalf and distribute to them in dividends?"

She laughed.

"Now that the late emperor is gone, this favor can be rescinded."

Ji Changqing curled his lips: "You and I are thinking the same thing."

He was also planning to cut off the salt permits for the Cheng'en Marquisate.

Feng Qingsui rolled his eyes at him.

If they really thought alike, they wouldn't have discussed the Luo family in such a sterile way.

But she didn't intend to remind this person.

After putting the bowls and chopsticks into the lunch box, she said to him, "I'm going to take a nap. You got up so early, you'd better take a nap too."

Ji Changqing wanted to stay a little longer.

But seeing that she looked like she didn't want to talk, thinking she was sleepy, she nodded and said, "Okay."

He left the Epidemic Prevention Department reluctantly.

The total amount of salt permits for Daxi was always determined by the Salt and Iron Bureau of the Ministry of Revenue in February of each year, and then distributed according to salt-producing areas. Salt merchants had to obtain special qualifications before they could receive salt permits according to their share.

As for the salt permits that the emperor wanted to give to the nobles who had high ranks but low salaries, he would also issue an imperial decree to reward them after the Salt and Iron Bureau approved them.

The bulk of the annual income of the Cheng'en Marquisate came from the salt permits received as rewards.

After the previous emperor passed away and Ji Changqing supported the young emperor to ascend the throne, Marquis Cheng'en had been worried about the salt permit issue, hoping day and night that the imperial edict would come down as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, what he got was the censor's advice that "the relatives of the emperor are profiting from salt, which violates the ancestral law". Ji Changqing thought the advice was reasonable and cancelled the salt permit reward for the Cheng'en Marquis' Mansion.

Marquis Cheng'en refused to accept this and went to the palace to see the Grand Empress Dowager, saying, "The salt profits were bestowed upon the Marquisate by the late Emperor for your support. How can the Regent cancel them without authorization?"

The Empress Dowager sighed and said, "When you were targeting Consort Qi, did you ever consider that she was supported by the Prince Regent?"

Marquis Cheng’en: “…”

"Since you dare to touch someone's mother, you must be prepared for retaliation."

The Queen Mother said lightly.

"What can I do? You are asking him to give me a reward today in the name of supporting me. Tomorrow I might have to go to see the late emperor."

Marquis Cheng’en: “…”