Chapter 77 Chapter 77 The lotus is sweet and fragrant. It turns out that he is a saint...
Duan Zhiwei was talking to Su Qun with a smile on her face, but when she heard him say that, her smile froze on her face.
Su Qun said, "Please prepare some hot water ointment or something, Madam Duan. The government office has sent an ox cart to take the captain back to his residence."
Duan Zhiwei was anxious and angry: "Who is so blind as to hit my husband?" She was so angry that she picked up a broom beside the restaurant and was ready to fight the enemy.
Su Yu glanced at her cautiously and said, "This is a punishment from the saint. Each of the Jinwu Guards guarding the Zhao Jinggong Temple will be given twenty military sticks."
"Oh, you had said it was the emperor earlier, then it would be okay." Duan Zhiwei thought to himself, then silently put down the broom.
In recent days, A Pan has been helping the temple in Beitianfang prepare vegetarian food for the Buddha's Bathing Festival. Duan Zhiwei asked Chen Guifang to come and help, and he quickly drove the donkey cart back to Yuan's house.
By chance, he met the ox cart that brought Yuan Shenji back at the gate of Yuan's mansion.
Yuan Shenji had a gloomy face. He pushed away the two eunuchs who were about to help him up and forced himself to walk down.
Duan Zhiwei hurried over, forcing a smile and saying, "Please send my husband back." Then she took out a bulging purse from her sleeve and said, "It's not worth much. The weather is a bit hot. You two have worked hard. Take a bowl of yogurt. It will be my token of my gratitude."
After sending the two eunuchs away, Duan Zhiwei hurried over to help him.
Yuan Shenji's gloomy face quickly turned gentler when he saw her: "This is just a minor injury, Madam, don't worry about it."
He was tall, and Duan Zhiwei supported him with his arm, which was like a small crutch for him.
Yuan Shenji found it interesting and felt a little better.
Duan Zhiwei glared at him unhappily: "After receiving such a punishment, it's a relief that you can still smile."
Thinking of his description of the cane, I couldn't help laughing: "When you are old and can't walk anymore, I will still support you."
"Okay, you will support me for the rest of my life." He lowered his head and looked at her tenderly, then leaned over to kiss her.
"Oh, it's already this late and you're still kissing me? Go back to your room and lie down." She said with a blushing face.
Fortunately, the old housekeeper and his wife also rushed back to Chang'an from the countryside to help invite a doctor and boil Chinese medicine.
Duan Zhiwei helped him take off his clothes. Her legs were bloody and blurred. She couldn't help but feel tears welling up in her eyes: "This beating was too harsh."
After that, he took out the golden wound medicine and applied it to him. The powder would be a little irritating when sprinkled on him. Yuan Shenji gritted his teeth and said, "This is the discipline. I made a mistake and I am willing to accept the punishment."
The old housekeeper knocked on the door and brought in medicine and rice porridge.
Duan Zhiwei applied the medicine to him and then asked, "What happened?"
It turned out that it had rained for a while during the day, and many female guests who went to Zhao Jinggong Temple had their clothes soaked. They had no choice but to go to the rooms behind the temple to dry their wet clothes.
When everything was almost in order, the ladies of Chang'an set out for the temple again. However, many of them found that they had lost things, and not money, but mainly sachets, pearl hairpins on their heads or scarves around their waists.
As a result, the rumor that there was a lecher in the temple spread. Many ladies came from families of the five surnames and had high status. They were furious at this humiliation and immediately went back to file a complaint.
The Buddha's Bathing Festival was approaching, and such an incident occurred in the royal temple. The emperor ordered the Dali Temple to conduct a thorough investigation, and all the Jinwu Guards on duty were punished.
Duan Zhiwei sighed. This matter could not be blamed on Yuan Shenji. The Jinwu Guards only patrolled outside the temple. They were equipped with swords and could not even enter the temple. How could they know that there were such people in the temple?
But after all, something happened within the jurisdiction. According to the law, the Jinwu Guards should be punished. Yuan Shenji himself admitted it, so there is no more explanation for this matter.
It was now dusk, and Duan Zhiwei picked up the porridge and fed it to him. He took two bites, found the taste bland, and refused to eat any more.
When this man was fighting against the Turks, if food and fodder were scarce, he would eat tree bark and grass roots. Now that he has entered Chang'an, and his wife is such a good cook, he has become a picky eater.
Duan Zhiwei sighed and had to go to the cooking room to prepare some vegetables and ham and reprocess the porridge.
After boiling for a long time, she brought the casserole back to the room. The moment she opened the pot, a rich aroma came out along with the steam.
Now Yuan Shenji was finally willing to eat.
The porridge becomes soft, sticky and sticky after being cooked over low heat. The fresh, salty aroma and fat of the ham are constantly released into the porridge. The vegetables are added to the pot at the last moment and still retain their crispness and tenderness, neutralizing the stickiness of the rice porridge and the richness of the fat, which makes the porridge still taste refreshing.
Duan Zhiwei brought him a small dish of plum ginger, and the man finished it all in two or three bites.
Yuan Shenji had a few days of leisure time to recuperate. He lay on the bed all day, and occasionally took a walk in the garden with the help of Duan Zhiwei. Every meal was honey-roasted chicken, salted duck legs, and preserved eggs and tofu, which Duan Zhiwei cooked for him in different ways.
He was so bored that he asked the housekeeper to bring a wire blanket so that he could sit in the garden and barbecue.
Duan Zhiwei estimated that he had gained at least three kilograms in the past few days.
Some are relaxed while others are worried. For example, Li Heng, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, was so anxious after receiving such a task that he was covered in bubbles on his face. No matter how he searched, he could not find any clues about Lecher. He wished he could disguise himself as a woman and go into the temple as an undercover agent.
To make matters worse, several more ladies had their robes stolen. He was lucky because the ladies only complained once and did not make a big deal out of it and let their superiors know.
But if they couldn't find out the truth, something bad would happen sooner or later. Li Heng had lost a lot of weight. He came to see Yuan Shenji, and was so envious that he took a food box of honey roast chicken and left in a hurry.
Duan Zhiwei had been taking care of him these days and had not returned to the restaurant. He let Chen Guifang help manage the business while he started to study lotus pastries.
The lotus cakes she sold at Nanyan Temple on the last Buddha's Bathing Festival were very popular. This time, she planned to sell lotus cakes at the gate of Zhao Jinggong Temple, and by the way, see if she could catch Dengtu Zi to avenge Yuan Shenji.
Yuan Shenji was not very interested in this matter. His leg injury had been gradually recovering recently, and he had been sleeping on his side, but he figured out a new way.
at night. The man and woman's robes and skirts were scattered all over the floor. Duan Zhiwei was forced to be pulled by him to lie on her side, and then a pair of big hands held her waist from behind, pressing his broad chest tightly against her back, and then burying his head in the crook of her neck.
Duan Zhiwei felt his chest was burning hot and his heartbeat was strong. She held the bed sheet tightly with both hands and felt the tide coming towards the shore wave after wave. She felt very happy but her head was dizzy.
Finally, she half-closed her eyes and looked at the flickering candlelight burning by the windowsill, and said silently: "Nothing can stop you..."
Then he fell asleep.
Buddha's Birthday Festival arrived soon. Yuan Shenji lived a comfortable life at home and recovered from his injuries quickly. Although it was not his turn to be on duty today, he was also included in the ranks of the Jinwu Guards' patrol.
Duan Zhiwei prepared lotus cakes and jasmine green tea drinks and went to Zhao Jinggong Temple to set up a stall.
She went there early, and Zhao Jinggong Temple had not yet started to serve food. The people who came to burn incense and release animals would see Duan Zhiwei's stall at a glance.
She doesn't make many lotus pastries and their prices are high because the production is too complicated, including wrapping and opening the pastry, and combining white and pink pastry. Each process takes time, but the final result is very ingenious. The layers of pastry stretch out like lotus petals, and after frying they have a golden luster.
It soon attracted the ladies of Chang'an to come and buy it. Not only did it look good, but the pastry was also crispy. When you took a bite, you could hear a few "crunch" sounds, and the pastry fell off. It is really thin and crispy, and the filling inside is half of the delicate and mellow bean paste filling, and generally it is the dense and sweet lotus paste filling. The lotus paste is ground very finely, smooth and delicious, without any graininess. The fragrance of lotus seeds and the sweetness of bean paste are perfectly combined.
Duan Zhiwei deliberately added an extra spoonful of sugar to make it taste sweeter, and the slightly bitter jasmine green tea drink was sold out instantly.
She took the money and seeing that it was still early, she thought about taking a stroll in Zhao Jinggong Temple. Wu Daozi's "Hell" was on the east wall inside the South Third Gate. Duan Zhiwei was a little excited to see this famous painting with her own eyes, but she was still shocked at first glance and her hair stood on end, because the painting was full of people who had fallen into hell with all kinds of sinister expressions.
Duan Zhiwei took painting courses in college because he was interested in painting. He felt that the painting style here was not like the freehand and hazy artistic conception of ordinary painters. Instead, it had some of the Western style of strong light and dark colors and hard lines.
Duan Zhiwei looked at the painting carefully from top to bottom several times, but heard a pleasant voice from behind: "Madam, you are so absorbed in this painting, do you have any opinion?"
Duan Zhiwei was startled and turned around quickly.
The speaker was a young lady.
She was very beautiful, wearing a lotus-colored single-piece silk skirt. The skirt was very soft, and the hem was embroidered with lotus leaf veins with silver silk thread. When the wind blew, the hem of her skirt fluttered like flowing clouds.
Most of the beauties in Chang'an have a rich and fragrant complexion like peonies, but this lady has black hair like a waterfall, fair skin, delicate features, and watery eyes.
She also holds a lotus flower in her hand. .
Duan Zhiwei felt that she was as fresh and refined as a fairy.
Just like the pink and white lotus in her hand, with clear pearls on the edges.
Hearing the "fairy's" evaluation, the lady smiled and said, "My name is Lianhua. Because I love lotus flowers, I couldn't help but pick one from the treasure pond."
She asked Duan Zhiwei curiously, "This "Hell Transformation Picture", ordinary ladies would be frightened and leave in a hurry after taking a look at it, why did you, Madam Duan, look at it for so long?"
Duan Zhiwei shared his doubts with Lady Lianhua, who explained, "Because he was influenced by a Hu painter from Khotan."
It seemed that Lady Lotus was quite accomplished in painting, so she told Duan Zhiwei incessantly: "The Hu painter was named Yuchi Yiseng, who was recommended by the King of Khotan to Chang'an to be a court painter."
She paused and said, "This person is very good at using colors with obvious contrast between light and dark. Wu Sheng was influenced by him, so the murals he created are brightly colored."
Duan Zhiwei said: "Then the rumor that he hired someone to kill someone and was tormented by the pain in his heart and thus painted this picture must be false."
Lady Lotus sneered, "Of course that's fake."
As the two were talking, a hoarse and uncomfortable voice came from behind: "This lady is not only beautiful, but also knowledgeable in painting. I really admire her."
The two heard the sound and turned their heads at the same time.
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