Chapter 68 The Prince Who Failed to Revolt
Zhang Xiaojia announced that they were arguing. He Fei looked at Jiajia, who was hiding far away angrily, and took out the note she had been writing on New Year's Day.
Zhang Xiaojia came and tore up the treaty.
"Jia Jia," He Fei called her softly, "Do you have any bath medicine left?"
Zhang Xiao frowned slightly and said stiffly, "This material is rare. There are only two copies, one for you and your cousin."
He Fei said calmly, "Okay, give me the medicine. I'll go to the palace and deliver it to the emperor."
When Zhang Xiaojia heard this, she was really angry. He was leaving without spending the New Year with her.
She walked quickly to the table, placed the medicine bag heavily in front of He Fei, and said in a cold and hard voice: "Here you go."
He Fei reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Zhang Xiaojia was caught off guard and fell into his chest, with his familiar scent lingering on her nose.
She struggled a bit, but he held her tightly, unable to move.
"You lied to me?" Zhang Xiaojia's voice was filled with a hint of grievance and dissatisfaction.
He Fei lowered his head and rested his chin lightly on the top of her head: "If I'm not lying to you, you won't come to me."
All the anger was melted by his tenderness at this moment.
Zhang Xiaojia looked at He Fei and said, "Why don't you take a medicinal bath now and tell me how you feel so I can improve it next time?"
He Fei smirked: "No, wait until the emperor comes to see you on the third day of the new year, then go soak with him."
He Fei pulled Zhang Xiaojia outside and took out the food from the carriage.
Fortunately, it was winter, so I took the things out.
During the day, He Fei made a freezer with snow and put dumplings, slaughtered chickens, ducks, mutton, venison, fish, and prepared dishes in it. These were enough for her to eat for a month.
He also made a huge snowman refrigerator, which contained tofu.
She has the most abundant vegetables here, and they cannot be placed in a natural refrigerator.
Her body had undergone an enhanced medicinal bath, and the temperature was over twenty degrees below zero, which was only around five or six degrees here. She had not expected such an effect.
Her strength seemed to have increased, which was something that was difficult to demonstrate in the experiment on her and He Fei. One of them was a spirit-type and the other a wood-type, and their bodies were inherently strong. She had to wait until the emperor came to know whether this medicinal bath was effective on ordinary people.
Zhang Xiaojia stared at the bottle of golden sesame oil in her hand. She asked softly, "He Fei, is the oil pressing method still the same as swinging a huge rock against a wooden wedge?"
He Fei showed a helpless smile on his face: "I have never been to the oil press in person, so I don't know much about it."
Zhang Xiaojia squatted down and sketched a picture of an oil press from the Republican era on the ground with her slender fingers. The machine cleverly used the principle of leverage to make the oil pressing process easy and efficient.
He Fei lowered his head and looked carefully: "Jia Jia, if we can use the water wheel to drive this oil press, then even ordinary women can easily squeeze oil."
Zhang Xiaojia's eyes sparkled with excitement. "This pressing method yields 1.5 times the oil yield of using a rock! If I share this technology with my cousin, will he let me go?"
He Fei sighed softly, his tone consoling: "Jia Jia, you know that you tied up all the censors in the Censorate before, and they all impeached you. Now the emperor only sentenced you to confinement, which is already the lightest punishment. At the annual banquet yesterday, the Chief Censor even pleaded for you, but the emperor refused."
Zhang Xiaojia understood what the emperor meant. The emperor had already punished her, and the matter was over. He could not use this matter to attack her in the future.
Zhang Xiaojia took out the Baxiagong, the mandarin duck pot, the nine-grid pot, these were all left over from the ancient times. Her Baxiagong was a five-grid pot, made from clay pot materials.
He Fei asked the imperial chef to cook the base ingredients and then pack them up and bring them back.
There is also a matching stove, just put charcoal in it.
He Fei suddenly remembered that Jia Jia made a lot of hot sauce last time, so he quickly went to the stable and got the hot sauce back.
Zhang Xiaojia was surprised: "He Fei, you made a glass jar out of glass?"
He Fei shook his head and said, "It's not me, it's the craftsmen. These craftsmen are really talented."
"He Fei, I need a thermos."
"Okay, go back and I'll make it for you."
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The emperor had a headache this year because of his mother's nagging.
Spring plowing is about to begin at the beginning of the year. Jiaer's pesticide and nutrient solution for seedlings are good things that can increase people's grain harvest. He needs to get them in person, otherwise the little girl will not give them to him. It just so happens that he also wants to see if the illusion that Jiaer is imprisoned in is good.
He summoned the Military and Virtue Envoy and said briefly, "We'll go to the Imperial Mausoleum later. You go and make the arrangements."
The Wudesi Envoy looked out the window and saw that the sky had darkened, night was falling, and snowflakes were falling.
Even though the road to the imperial mausoleum is a flat concrete surface, traveling in such weather is still full of unknown risks.
He was worried and respectfully advised, "Your Majesty, it's snowing and windy tonight, and the roads are slippery and difficult to travel. It would be better to go tomorrow morning. Safety is the priority."
The emperor frowned slightly, his eyes revealing an unquestionable majesty: "The day after tomorrow, I will host a banquet for the governors of various places. Time is pressing and there is no time for delay. As for safety—" He paused, his tone slowing down slightly, "Don't you have me? I trust you."
The Wude Envoy was startled, knowing that the Emperor had made up his mind. He said no more, lowered his head and replied, "Yes, I will prepare it right away."
The emperor waved his hand and said calmly, "We'll set off in an hour. Go down."
The Wudesi envoy bowed and retreated, secretly thinking about how to ensure that this trip would be foolproof.
He walked out of the hall quickly, the cold wind mixed with snowflakes hitting his face. He tightened his robes, but he dared not relax for a moment. He had to ensure that tonight's journey would be safe and sound, regardless of weather conditions.
He quickly deployed his forces, placing a torch every ten meters to clear the snow from the road.
The emperor was personally escorted by him. If the emperor made any mistake, his head would be in danger. He was the only child of the Jiang family and had no children yet, so he couldn't die.
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He Fei had just coaxed Jia Jia into submission, and was happily making out with her.
I had just finished cleaning Jia Jia when I heard the news from the secret guard that the emperor would arrive in an hour and a half.
Is his brother seriously ill? He came to the imperial mausoleum in the middle of the night. Damn, he forgot that the governor would be entertained on the fifth day of the first lunar month, and he also wanted to go back.
Watching Jiajia fall asleep in seconds, I let her sleep for another hour and then called her to get up and change clothes.
When the emperor arrived, Jia Jia changed her clothes and fell asleep again with the quilt in her arms.
He Fei looked at the emperor with a face full of resentment: "Your Majesty, may you be safe and sound."
The Emperor: "It's already three quarters past midnight, and you haven't gotten up yet. You're becoming more and more irregular and lazy."
He Fei quickly poured the emperor a cup of hot tea.
The emperor looked around and thought it was pretty good. All the furnishings were carefully arranged and Jia Jia did not suffer any hardship here.
Soon the imperial chef brought up breakfast.
After they had finished their breakfast quietly, they saw Zhang Xiaojia coming out with sleepy eyes. After seeing the emperor, she excitedly ran to him and held out her hand: "Your Majesty, may you be well and prosperous in the new year. May the country be peaceful and the people be safe. May you have a long and prosperous life."
The emperor took out a red envelope from his sleeve and handed it to Zhang Xiaojia.
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