"So, there might be a chance for a turnaround in your Majesty's situation?!"
Meng Tian widened his eyes!
It seems that next time he will have to find a way to follow His Majesty and visit the inn.
Find a chance to ask Mr.
Is there any record in history as to why His Majesty died at the age of forty-nine?
Ying Zheng said, "Maybe..."
Ying Zheng was not sure whether Qi Pan's arrival would change his early death.
perhaps.......
Will it be different from what is recorded in history?
Meng Tian suddenly remembered what Fusu said, that the two of them were forced by Qin II to commit suicide to apologize.
He quickly asked, "Your Majesty, I heard that the master also said that the eldest son and I were persecuted to death by Qin II?"
"Do you know who this Qin II is?"
ah?
Qin II?
Ying Zheng was stunned.
Yes!
Forgot to ask this!
At that time, I was so busy asking about the cause of Fusu's death that I didn't think of asking the teacher who this Qin II was.
I was careless!
Ying Zheng said: "This... I haven't asked yet."
ah?
Didn’t you ask?
Meng Tian said, "Then Your Majesty, when will you go to the inn again?"
"Take me with you, I want to go too!"
"Maybe in two days."
Ying Zheng asked, "I asked you to make a brush. Have you finished making it?"
Meng Tian quickly said, "It's done!"
"We've successfully developed a batch of brushes! But..."
He scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "I was in such a hurry to go out that I forgot to bring it with me."
"Don't worry, I'll leave the palace and return home right now to bring you the finished brush!"
After saying this, Meng Tian immediately turned around, walked out of the palace quickly, and rushed out of the palace.
Wang Wan and Xia Lin, who were waiting at the entrance of the hall, looked at Meng Tian's hurried back with some confusion in their eyes.
What is this for?
Come and go in a hurry.
Wang Wan lifted his robe and walked into the hall.
Xia Lin followed closely behind.
After entering the hall, Xia Lin quickly walked to a place not far behind Ying Zheng, stood with his head lowered, and waited for instructions at any time.
Wang Wan walked back to the desk where he usually sat and sat down.
He picked up the bamboo slips on the table and looked at them, then continued to handle government affairs.
Ying Zheng, who was sitting at the top, put down the bamboo slips in his hand.
I was thinking, who should I give to plant and cultivate the corn seeds I brought back from my husband?
It seems that the talents under my command are not enough.
...............
Inn.
Today I got up early, which is a rare occasion.
I have had a fever and cough these days, and I feel weak all over. I lie in bed and don't want to move at all.
Today is finally all right.
She felt alive again!
Standing by the window of the room on the second floor, looking at the bamboo forest and trees not far away.
Breathing fresh air.
Qi Pan felt as if his body had become lighter.
The warm sunlight shone on her face and body.
She smiled brightly, today is another beautiful day!
After stretching and tidying himself up, Qi Pan went downstairs.
Twelve just happened to see Qi Pan coming down, "Sir? Are you up so early today?"
"Why don't you sleep in a little longer? Do you want to have breakfast now?"
Qi Pan said, "I've slept too much these past two days, get up and move around."
"Is breakfast ready? If it is, bring it here."
"Okay! Please wait a moment, sir!"
After Twelve finished speaking, he hurried to the kitchen.
The breakfast that had been prepared long ago and was warm on the stove was brought out and placed on the table in front of Qi Pan.
"Come, sir, take your time eating. If you're not satisfied, there's more in the kitchen."
"Okay, thank you."
Qipan nodded and started eating.
Today's breakfast is simple, a bowl of millet porridge with some chopped meat floating on top.
The rice porridge was boiled to produce rice oil mixed with the aroma of meat.
Qi Pan swallowed, stirred it with a spoon, and scooped a spoonful from it.
After blowing on it gently, he tasted it.
Um.
good.
Twelve's cooking skills have improved again.
When Qi Pan looked up, he saw Twelve walking towards him from the kitchen carrying a pot of tea.
She pointed to the porridge in front of her and praised it.
"Twelve, not bad, your porridge is getting better and better!"
"hey-hey."
Twelve's honest face was a little shy, "As long as you like it."
"If you like, I'll make it for you tomorrow."
"OK."
Qi Pan smiled and agreed, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Hey, it's not hard."
It is his honor to cook porridge for him!
If it weren't for his craftsmanship, he would be considered somewhat impressive among his brothers.
The job of cooking porridge and meals for the master has long been snatched away by those brothers!
Fortunately, he never forgets to study cooking skills and improve the quality of his cooking.
This is how he firmly holds his position!
Seeing Qi Pan eating happily, Twelve felt sincerely happy.
There’s even a secret sense of accomplishment!
Look, even Mr. Lian likes the porridge I cook!
After the meal, the twelve bowls and chopsticks were taken to the kitchen and washed.
After walking around the inn, Qi Pan called Twelve over and pointed to a forest.
"Twelve, let's go over there later."
ah?
Twelve asked, "Sir, do you want to go into the woods?"
"yes."
Qi Pan said, "I have nothing to do anyway, so I might as well go in and take a look."
"See if you can pick up some mushrooms or other game."
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