Chapter 246 The Lame Fifth Brother
"Fifth brother, why are you eating here too?"
"The crispy bamboo-flavored duck here is only delicious when it's freshly made and eaten immediately. It can't be eaten later. I asked the servants to bring it back to the mansion a few times before, but they didn't taste right. Let's try it today."
"Your Highness Prince Cong, is the duck so delicious? Let's try it later." Feng Aoqing seemed very interested and bumped into Han Lang.
Yuwen Zhao smiled and said, "If Fenghua Jun and Han Di don't mind, you can share it. This duck needs to be reserved. If you don't reserve it, you can't eat it because it takes three days to marinate."
"No need." Han Lang refused coldly.
"Okay!" Feng Aoqing gave a completely different answer.
Han Lang was shocked!
No, Feng Aoqing, a duck! You're going to have dinner with this prince just for a duck?
Did you know that I have never had a private meal with them except at a palace banquet?
Is that what you are like?
A duck?
Han Lang's head is full of thoughts like a duck, and he feels even worse than a duck.
Because since Han Lang came back, he didn't want to have too much contact with any prince. No matter who he came into contact with, either he or the other party would be unlucky, so he tried to be alone as much as possible.
Although Yuwen Zhao was the least favored among the princes, because his mother's family was not prosperous and he was disabled, he was not favored by others, not to mention inheriting the throne. He was not even in the first place and was basically a nobody in the court, but Han Lang still did not want to have too much interaction with him.
Yuwen Zhao didn't care. He was happy to have a leisurely life. He spent his days eating, drinking, reading and painting. His life was rich anyway, so he planned to spend the rest of his life like this.
However, since Feng Aoqing had spoken, Han Lang said nothing more, and the two of them entered Yuwen Zhao's room.
Feng Aoqing looked at Yuwen Zhao and felt it was a pity. He was handsome, gentle and humble, and seemed to be quite cultured. The only thing was that his leg was not in good condition. Otherwise, he would have been a material for being a king, and would definitely be better than the prince. It was really a pity.
Han Lang bumped into Feng Aoqing who was in a daze and asked what else he wanted to eat besides the duck dish.
Feng Aoqing thought for a moment and said, "Let's have some of the specialties. If we can't finish them, we can pack them up and take them home for our families."
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Zhao was confused. Everyone knew Han Lang's family situation. There were only these two people in his family. What other family members did he have?
Then Han Lang cursed, "You've almost fed Xiaoyu like a pig, and you're still bringing him food! And Anqiao and the others, they're secret guards! If they keep eating like this, I'm afraid they won't be able to climb up the wall!"
"Oh, how could you be such a stingy master like you? I've only been here a few days! And you're so fed up that I can't even climb the wall? Don't you admit that you didn't teach me the Qinggong skill well? Tell me, if you were fatter, you wouldn't be able to climb the wall? Even if you were as fat as a pig, you could still climb, right?!"
"You!" Han Lang didn't know whether to be angry or happy.
She is the only one who can do this while stepping and lifting.
Yuwen Zhao watched the two people bickering with a smile.
He said, "I thought his mouth was invincible, but just like the sword behind him, it turns out he still has a rival. It's like saying there's always someone to conquer."
"Brother is praising me and scolding you, I know." Feng Aoqing called affectionately.
"Yes, yes, you are right." Han Lang replied unhappily.
For some reason, this fifth brother reminded her of her own brothers. She hadn't thought about her modern family for a long time.
This brother made her feel like a family member, so the word "brother" came out of her mouth.
"Fenghua..."
"Brother, call me Aoqing."
"Okay, Ao Qing, do you know what the first thing he said to me when he saw me after not coming back for ten years?"
"What? I don't feel good."
"He told you not to claim you were the best martial artist among your brothers. Look, you got beaten and crippled."
Feng Aoqing replied seriously: "For that, you should slap him."
"Hmph! He could call me ten years ago, let him try calling me now!" Han Lang sneered.
Then he heard a "pop" sound, and Feng Aoqing hit him on the back, and Han Lang took it hard.
"Brother, I avenged you."
"Feng Aoqing! That's enough!"
Everyone in the room laughed.
Just then, the crispy duck with bamboo fragrance was served, and the aroma was fragrant.
Feng Aoqing now understood why she had to eat it here. Because it was boiled and then fried again, she had to eat it immediately after it was cooked so that it would be fragrant and crispy.
"Can I...be like at home?" Feng Aoqing asked softly.
Yuwen Zhao didn't know what she meant, but he heard Han Lang say, "Go ahead! No need to be restrained."
"Okay."
Yuwen Zhao saw Feng Aoqing roll up his sleeves, grab the wings and start biting them.
So that’s what I mean, just like at home.
Yu Wenzhao smiled and put the other wing into her bowl.
This person, Feng Huajun, was different from what he thought! Even different from when he just met him.
"How?" asked Yuwen Zhao.
"Yeah, it's delicious. Tianyao's dishes are better than Zhaojing's, right, Han Lang."
"I can eat anything to fill my stomach. It doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not. As long as you think it tastes good, that's fine." Han Lang replied.
After dinner, Feng Aoqing and Han Lang went to the Prince’s Mansion.
Han Lang only sent Feng Aoqing to the Prince's Mansion, but did not let her in.
He knew that Feng Aoqing must have a purpose in coming to the Prince's Mansion, and since his mother had spoken, he just let her do it.
Zhou Jirou came to greet Feng Aoqing in person.
Feng Aoqing discovered that she did not notify other people in the mansion, but only led her into the yard.
She was really cautious! She was afraid that others would say she was associating with Prince Yu's people.
It's really pitiful! The child's illness can't be cured, and he can only ask King Yu's people for help.
Feng Aoqing saw the difficulties she faced in this mansion.
"Does Princess believe me?" Feng Aoqing entered the child's yard, stopped, and looked around.
"Of course." Zhou Jirou answered seriously.
"If I go into the house, can I explain to the prince?" Feng Aoqing asked again.
"He has been ill intermittently since late autumn. If Ji'er is still not well when Your Highness returns, how can I complete my mission?" Zhou Jirou knew that this son was much more important than her.
"Then let's watch it outside! I'll just stand farther away." Feng Aoqing didn't go into the house, but took a step back.
The ladies in the yard were all quite surprised. How could one see a doctor from afar?
Zhou Jirou heard the queen talk about Feng Aoqing's abilities, so she asked someone to bring the crown prince out.
Feng Aoqing took a look and saw that the man was dressed like a ball.
"If you don't go out on a winter day like this, you'll definitely sweat after just a few steps. If you sweat and then get cold, you'll catch a cold. I think learning martial arts is a good idea. It'll strengthen your body."
"So that's how it is." Zhou Jirou nodded.
"Also, the persistent cough and fever are simply allergies. The velvet tree behind the house has extremely fine hairs on its flowers, leaves, and stems. In autumn, they float down from the tree and into the window. The hairs are so light, and since he's sick and you don't dare open the window, even if you sweep inside, they remain inside. But the wind in the yard blows them away. You see, the Crown Prince came out, and he stopped coughing."
"Princess, it is true." The nanny replied.
"Move to a new house and cut down all the velvet trees in the house. No, cut down all the ones on the street." Zhou Jirou's voice was not loud, but very serious. It seemed that she understood something.
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