Changning watched as Yinzhen drank two bowls of ginger soup before stopping.
As Yinzhen felt the spicy, scalding sensation in his mouth, he felt as if the two bowls of ginger soup had dispelled all the chill in his body. From the inside out, all the inexplicable emotions in his body were released along with the spicy ginger soup.
"Is dinner ready tonight?" Yinzhen turned to look at her.
Changning paused for a moment: "How about a bowl of spicy beef noodles? We also have dry pot spicy shrimp and Sichuan-style duck."
On this cold night, a bowl of hot soup noodles and spicy dishes are the best way to ward off the chill.
Yinzhen nodded: "This is it. Bring out more spicy dishes and serve the meal."
This time, Eunuch Ma made a generous portion of spicy beef noodles. The beef inside had been stewed for five or six hours, so it melted in your mouth, and even the lean parts weren't dry or tough.
The aroma of the butter had completely melted, and a layer of bright red chili oil floated on top. Yinzhen added a whole spoonful of chili oil, and the whole bowl seemed to be marinated in the chili flavor.
He ate his noodles with such carefree and elegant manner, without making the slurping noises that most people make. Changning thought that was quite impressive.
But it seems he was really starving.
He picked up a large clump of noodles with his chopsticks and slurped it down in a few bites. The beef chunks were also large, with about ten pieces in his bowl. He ate two pieces of meat at a time with his chopsticks, and soon the bowl was almost empty.
Yinzhen still felt it wasn't enough, so he had the eunuch serve another bowl. This time, he scooped out five or six spoonfuls of chili oil. There were no other colors in the bowl, only bright red and yellow oil. He even picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup. Immediately, his nose was sweaty and sweat kept dripping from his forehead. He looked particularly happy.
After eating another half bowl of noodles, he ate a piece of pickled garlic to cleanse his palate, along with the deep-fried lamb chops that Ma Taijian had brought in that evening. The lamb chops were roasted until they were charred, sizzling with oil, and sprinkled with a thick layer of cumin powder and chili powder. When he took a bite, he found them tender, juicy, fragrant, and spicy, which made him sneeze and his eyes welled up with tears.
Changning was startled and quickly grabbed a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and tears, but Yinzhen waved his hand and said, "Wipe them after you finish eating."
So Changning watched as he finished showing off the entire plate of insanely spicy deep-fried lamb chops, and then drank the beef noodle soup, which was soaked in chili oil, clean.
Changning twitched her lips slightly, feeling a bit of pain in her butt.
Yinzhen shed many tears and snot from the spiciness, his eyes were red and his lips were swollen from the spiciness. Changning found it both funny and pitiful, and ordered someone to quickly brew some chrysanthemum tea and honeysuckle water to relieve the heat.
"Why did you eat so spicy food today? If you weren't getting on in years, you'd definitely break out in pimples tomorrow!" Changning dismissed the palace servants, as the emperor's appearance was rather unsightly.
Yinzhen cried out because of the spiciness, and now he felt much better. At this moment, he also felt a burning sensation in his stomach. He had eaten too much earlier. When he thought of his mother, Tong, he was a little out of control. He had to suppress the turbulent thoughts in his heart to prevent himself from losing his composure in public.
But he's already in a situation that's practically the same as losing his composure in public.
After drinking two cups of chrysanthemum tea, Yinzhen felt his anger, which had been rising straight to the top of his head, subside a bit.
"Sigh, I really can't eat spicy food like this anymore. My stomach hurts so much." Yinzhen clutched his stomach, feeling very uncomfortable.
Changning was even more helpless and speechless. He asked Baizhu to come over and take his pulse, and prescribed medicine. Zhao Fuhai personally brewed the medicine and brought it over. After drinking two bowls, he felt much better.
Changning couldn't help but laugh: "You must have drunk six or seven bowls in one night. They say a prime minister's belly can hold a boat, but I think the emperor's belly can hold a boat too."
Yinzhen was a little embarrassed and angry at her teasing. He pulled her over and gave her a couple of hard slaps on the bottom. He felt the cotton-like texture of her bottom and was a little reluctant to do it, but his anger surged.
Changning gave him a reproachful look, and then the next second she was picked up by a man who had eaten a bellyful of hot and spicy mutton and thrown onto the bed.
The symphony of the night begins to play.
In a daze, exhausted and about to fall asleep, Changning's last thought was, "How can mutton have this effect?"
The next morning, Changning woke up quite late. Yinzhen had already returned from court, and unusually, he hadn't gone to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to handle state affairs. After all, they were setting off the next day, so he planned to stay in Chengqian Palace.
Looking at the red, swollen pimple near Yinzhen's mouth, Changning shamelessly mocked him, adding a few sarcastic remarks: "People say this is a youthful, beautiful pimple. It seems our Emperor is still young."
Yinzhen knew she was mocking him, so he gave her a knowing look and asked with a light laugh, "You've recovered quite quickly today, how about we have another match tonight?"
Changning quickly waved her hand: "No, no, Your Majesty is magnanimous and won't hold a grudge against a lowly woman like me."
The children all came back at noon today. They had a rare day off in the study because they are leaving for Mulan Hunting Grounds tomorrow. They finally had a chance to catch their breath.
Seeing how tired the children looked from studying, Changning felt very sorry for them. They had to go to school at five o'clock every day, and they were still at the age where they were growing. It seemed like they didn't get enough sleep. Moreover, the Qing Dynasty was far too strict in educating its princes.
This is all thanks to the previous emperor, Kangxi, who was particularly fond of raising children with high expectations.
Princes who studied were only allowed three days of rest per year.
One day is the Emperor's birthday, one day is New Year's Day, and one day is one's own birthday.
Thinking about his own summer and winter vacations, which lasted more than forty days, Changning felt incredibly fortunate.
It's good that society is progressing...
Of course, compulsory education and elite education are definitely different.
She didn't know how Gates' and Jack Ma's children were raised; perhaps they were raised without a break all year round.
As for what the children would learn, Changning originally wanted to indulge her maternal instincts and experience what it was like to tutor the children, after all, she was a graduate of a prestigious university, a 211 institution, and was the class representative for Chinese. However, when she saw their class schedule, she felt a bit overwhelmed.
Manchu, Mongolian, horsemanship and archery, bow drawing, Buku (a type of bowed instrument), poetry, astronomy, geography...
Do I have to learn so many different things?
This is what top-notch royal education should be like...
No wonder Hongchen can't sit still. At three or four years old, he should be in kindergarten singing nursery rhymes. It would be strange if he could sit up straight all day.
However, Yinzhen also considered that Hongmin and Hongchen were still young, so he reduced their workload. After all, they were too small to ride horses, and he could let them sleep a little longer in the morning.
However, it seems that the other children are adapting quite well, especially Hongyan, who had studied in the Imperial Study before, and is now doing it with great ease and confidence.
Hongzhao's temperament has become much more stable now, and he is not as impetuous and unruly as before. However, when he arrived at Chengqian Palace, his first words were: "Father, why do you have pimples again?"
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