Chapter 154

This doctor admired Feng Shuo very much. When he was invited to treat Feng Shuo, he was very sad. Then he made up his mind to cure Feng Shuo.

How could such a great hero not have children?

With a generous and heroic spirit, the doctor, who was known as a master of men's medicine, took Feng Shuo's pulse with trembling hands.

Feng Shuo was also a man of many years of experience. He could see the admiration in the doctor's eyes at a glance, but what was the reason for the heartache and regret?

The doctor took the pulse for a while, and his expression became more and more strange.

Feng Shuo thought that his sense of taste could not be restored. As he had never expected it, he did not feel disappointed at this moment. He asked calmly, "How is it?"

He was so noble and majestic that the doctor did not dare to look him in the eye. He took back his pulse and said with a happy face, "Congratulations, Your Highness. From the pulse, Your Highness is in good health and full of energy. You should not have any worries about offspring."

Worry about offspring?

Feng Shuo frowned. He obviously did not understand how the doctor could check his taste and see if it was related to offspring.

Seeing him frown, the doctor thought Feng Shuo was dissatisfied with the diagnosis result, and hurriedly said: "If your Highness feels...feeling overwhelmed, I have a prescription for strengthening the yang and nourishing the kidneys handed down from my ancestors. Take one dose and the disease will be cured."

Strengthening the yang and nourishing the kidneys?

Feng Shuo's face was completely cold now.

This time the diagnosis was very secretive. In the room, there was only Feng Shuo and the doctor, and no servants.

The doctor had never seen such a scene before, and was immediately frightened and his legs trembled, and sweat rolled down his forehead.

What he felt more confused was that he was telling the truth and the King of Liaoning did not have any hidden illness, so why did the King of Liaoning look so scary?

Feng Shuo asked him with a gloomy face, "What illness did you come to see me for today?"

The doctor said with trepidation, "It was... a girl wearing a veil came to me and said that you had injured your waist and kidneys in the battle and couldn't... treat it, so she asked... to come and treat you."

It was not yet late autumn, but the doctor felt that the room was as cold as a cellar. He was shaking like a sieve and didn't dare to look up at Feng Shuo's face. He was very nervous.

After a while, Feng Shuo's cold and grim voice came from above: "Does the king have such a hidden illness?"

The doctor hurriedly denied: "No, no, Your Majesty, you are in good health and only have a virile state."

Feng Shuo didn't want to continue this topic anymore, and his jade-like face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost: "I don't want anyone else to know about what happened today."

The doctor hurriedly said: "I have never been to the palace today, nor have I seen the prince."

Feng Shuo then said: "Go down and claim your reward, someone from the palace will prepare a carriage to take you back."

The doctor was already scared to death, and now hearing that there was a reward to be claimed, after thanking Feng Shuo profusely, he hurried away, crawling away.

After the doctor left, Xing Yao came in and saw Feng Shuo's face was frightening and he was a little confused. However, before he could speak, Feng Shuo asked, "Where is she?"

This "she" could only be Jiang Yanyi.

Xing Yao said, "Miss Chu is in the kitchen. She said she was making 'drunk crabs'."

Feng Shuo said nothing more. He stood up with a dark face and went to the kitchen.

Xing Yao followed him, quite puzzled, wondering what was wrong with his own prince. It was the first time he saw his master still look unhappy when he mentioned Miss Chu.

After Jiang Yanyi brought the doctor into the house early in the morning, he went to the kitchen to get busy. He didn't realize that he was about to face a disaster. The

Dazha crabs that the servants of the palace bought a few days ago have not been eaten yet. They are kept in a water tank. Because they are lake crabs, they contain less sand than pond crabs. In the past few days, the sand has been almost vomited out.

Jiang Yanyi was eager to try, and immediately decided to make drunken crabs.

Although steamed Dazha crabs are delicious enough, drunken crabs have a different flavor.

Drunken crabs can be divided into raw and cooked. The so-called raw drunken is to directly simmer the processed crabs with rice wine and drunken seasonings, while the cooked drunken is to fry the crabs with spices and then marinate them with drunken seasonings.

The most common way to make drunken crabs in later generations is raw drunken, and the meat of the drunken crabs made in this way is more tender and delicious.

Jiang Yanyi also planned to make raw drunken crabs. The rough work of cleaning the Dazha crabs was done by the servants in the kitchen, and she began to prepare the drunken seasonings.

The drunken sauce is divided into red drunken and white drunken, depending on whether or not soy sauce, a seasoning that can add color, is added.

The crab roe in the red drunken crab is a little black, but the taste is more delicious. The white drunken crab only uses rice wine and sugar. The crab roe is beautiful after the shell is opened, but the taste is a little lacking compared to the red drunken crab.

Jiang Yanyi directly prepared two kinds of drunken sauce. She first made the red drunken sauce. She peeled the ginger and cut it into thin strips as thin as hair. After the water in the pot boiled, she put the ginger strips into the pot and boiled for two quarters of an hour. Putting

ginger strips in the drunken sauce can remove the fishy smell. After the marinated drunken crab is fragrant and has no fishy smell, it is very delicious. After

the ginger water is boiled until the whole kitchen can smell the ginger, Jiang Yanyi pours twice as much soy sauce as ginger soup into the pot, boils for a quarter of an hour, and then adds two taels of sugar.

Sugar can enhance the flavor and give the marinated crab meat a sweet and fresh taste.

However, sugar easily gets stuck in the pot after being put into the pot, so you have to stir it constantly. When the sugar is completely melted, turn off the heat and cool it down, remove the ginger shreds, and the red drunken crab is almost ready.

The whole process is not complicated, but you must not get any oil on it, otherwise it will easily spoil when marinating the drunken crab.

"Miss Chu, these crabs have been scrubbed clean." The kitchen maid showed Jiang Yanyi a basket of crabs still crawling around.

Jiang Yanyi rolled up her sleeves, revealing half of her arms that looked like snow lotus roots, and pointed to a large vat that had been washed clean and said, "Pour it all in."

She turned around and asked, "Have you brought the liquor?"

"The liquor is here!"

Speak of the devil. Two servants each carried a jar of old wine and walked into the kitchen. When they opened the oilcloth covering the jar, the rich aroma of wine instantly filled the entire kitchen.

Jiang Yanyi, who didn't know how to drink, knew that this was definitely good wine just by smelling it. She said, "The wine smells so strong, it must be aged wine."

The servant smiled and said, "Miss Chu knows what's good. This is 18-year-old Du Kang wine. The prince usually uses this wine to entertain guests."

Jiang Yanyi said, "No wonder." After pouring half a jar of wine into the large jar for crabs, the crabs that were trying to climb out of the jar with their claws and teeth bared were still waving their claws, but they were obviously unable to move.

The better the wine, the more fragrant the pickled crabs will be.

After being soaked in wine for two quarters of an hour, all the big crabs were basically drunk to death. Jiang Yanyi asked two servants to pour out the wine in the jar and pour the cooled drunken soup on them. When the drunken soup just covered the crabs, she covered the crabs with the ginger shreds she had picked up before, poured a pound of wine in, and sealed the mouth of the jar tightly with oilcloth. She asked the two servants to carry the jar to the cellar. When

she was marinating the crabs with Baizui's drunken soup, Feng Shuo came over.

The people in the kitchen wanted to compliment her, but seeing Feng Shuo's ugly face, they didn't dare to say a word.

Jiang Yanyi rolled up her sleeves to her elbows and tied an apron around her waist. Because she was busy with her work, a strand of hair fell down to the side of her face. The sunlight from the door shone in obliquely, and her earlobes, which were wearing gold earrings inlaid with gemstones and diamond patterns, were eye-catchingly white in the sunlight.

The people around her suddenly held their breath, and Jiang Yanyi raised her head and saw Feng Shuo standing at the door of the kitchen.

His face was as gloomy as water, and Jiang Yanyi thought something had happened. She asked the kitchen maid to help seal the drunken crab jar, wiped her hands on her apron, and walked towards Feng Shuo: "What's wrong?" Feng Shuo

said nothing, held her hand and strode out. She

ran into the servants of the mansion head-on. The servants obviously knew the temperament of their masters very well, and they all lowered their heads and dared not look around.

Jiang Yanyi was confused. Feng Shuo had long legs, big steps, and walked fast. He held her hand and she had to jog to keep up. She kept asking Feng Shuo what happened, but Feng Shuo didn't say a word.

Jiang Yanyi was still confused until he took her back to the yard, dragged her into the room, and pressed her against the door.

Her eyes were full of confusion. She was inexplicably treated like this, and she was a little angry: "Why are you doing this?"

"Why?" Feng Shuo stared at her fiercely, his tone was quite gnashing: "Don't you think I'm injured and can't be humane? Can I let you check the goods?"

Jiang Yanyi blushed, but she also felt something was wrong, and asked him: "Why do I think so? Didn't you tell me this yourself?"

Feng Shuo put one hand on her shoulder and pinched her chin with the other hand, "When did I tell you that?"

Jiang Yanyi felt a little aggrieved: "That day when we were eating Jiantuan."

Feng Shuo was stunned for a moment, frowned, and finally understood why this oolong came about.

He was touched to the heart by Jiang Yanyi's words that day, and he forgot to tell her that he had no sense of taste.

He loosened his hand that was pinching Jiang Yanyi's chin, and instead gently scratched her nose, saying helplessly, "I didn't say it was a defect in this area."

Jiang Yanyi was very puzzled, "Then what are you talking about?"

Feng Shuo looked at her clear eyes, his throat moved, and finally he told the secret he had hidden for many years: "I was poisoned when I was young, and I have no sense of taste since then."

Jiang Yanyi was shocked and widened her eyes. She often ate with him, but she didn't realize that he had no sense of taste.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Feng Shuo said, "Until I met you, I found that my sense of taste could be restored a little when I was around you."

Jiang Yanyi was shocked. It was the first time she knew that she actually had medicinal value.

She said, "This is a bit mysterious."

Feng Shuo smiled bitterly: "It is indeed mysterious, but this is the fact."

He tapped Jiang Yanyi's forehead: "Don't let your imagination run wild. I like you, not just my sense of taste."

If it was just to restore his sense of taste, he had a hundred ways to trap her. He could just treat her as a medicine and not care about her emotions.

Moreover, when he noticed her in the Huotou Camp, he didn't know that it was because of her that he restored his sense of taste. At that time, he only thought that with her stunning beauty and demeanor, she couldn't be just a little camp prostitute. He guessed that she might be a spy.

After experiencing many things later, he was sure that she was not a spy and he really admired her. Becoming a camp prostitute, others all looked hopeless and resigned to their fate, but she was unwilling to accept it. She tried her best to fight against this fate and did not miss any chance to escape.

He admired her tenacity, liked the freshness in her eyes and her eagerness for the future.

From her, it seemed that this terrible life was not that difficult.

The two had been together for so long, Jiang Yanyi naturally knew Feng Shuo's character. He was not the kind of person who would sacrifice his entire life for a little appetite.

She said, "I'm glad to have restored your sense of taste. But speaking of which, I once had my fortune told, and the fortune teller said that if I met my soul mate, I might not know it, but the other person would definitely be able to notice it. I thought he was talking nonsense at the time, but now it seems he was right."

Feng Shuo rubbed the top of her head: "I have never believed in fate in my life, but if it was destined for you to come here, then I will believe it this time."

Jiang Yanyi Without a second of feeling, he gently stroked her white jade earlobes with his rough fingertips, and suddenly said, "The earrings are pretty."

Jiang Yanyi's earlobes are very sensitive, and the slight itching made her turn her head away for a moment, and she said uncomfortably, "Do they look good? I just bought them on the street."

Feng Shuo hummed, as if he didn't mean to answer this question at all. The big hands that were messing with her earlobes fell on her waist and kneaded them with a little force.

Jiang Yanyi pushed his hands away, "Don't move your hands or feet."

Feng Shuo lowered his head slightly, almost touching her delicate lips, but keeping a distance, or just a little distance, teasing her invisibly.

He took her hand and put it on his girdle: "Don't you want to see my injury?"

Jiang Yanyi could only feel her face getting hot, and turned her head and said, "Don't look at it."

Feng Shuo didn't obey her, and easily pulled her face away. When kissing, he always liked to slowly grind it from the corner of his mouth, bite it slowly, twist it slowly, pry open the teeth bit by bit, and attack the city.

I don't know who was breathing irregularly first. When he stopped, Feng Shuo's breath was unsteady, but he could only caress her long hair and whisper harsh words in her ear: "You will suffer from it in the future."

Every time he provoked her, in the end, he was the only one who was troubled.

Jiang Yanyi laughed heartlessly and fell on the soft couch, his face full of teasing.

Feng Shuo really couldn't stand her boastful look, so he simply tickled her. Jiang Yanyi was afraid of tickling, so she rolled all the way from the couch to the ground, begging for mercy repeatedly.

After this commotion, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were a little messy, which made Feng Shuo's eyes darken.

He didn't pull her up. There was a blanket on the ground, and it wasn't very cool in the early autumn. His slender index and middle fingers stroked Jiang Yanyi's delicate collarbone, with a force that was neither light nor heavy, and with an indescribable tenderness: "Yi, shall I draw a picture for you?"

The capital city is much safer than Hengzhou nowadays.

When Mrs. Chu heard that Chu Changping was seriously injured, she wanted to go to the capital to see her son first. Considering that the princes of Hengzhou were gathering now, he would have another soft spot if the Grand Empress Dowager came, so he asked the Grand Empress Dowager to go to the palace in the capital first.

As Chu Changping's daughter in name, Jiang Yanyi should return to the capital to take care of him now that Hengzhou is no longer in chaos.

Although Feng Shuo was reluctant to let Jiang Yanyi go, for the sake of Jiang Yanyi's reputation, he still had to send someone to send Jiang Yanyi to the capital in a few days. This farewell, I'm afraid, will really have to wait until he defeats Minghan Kingdom and leads the army back to the capital to ascend the throne before they can see each other.

Jiang Yanyi saw the dark color in his eyes and asked with some caution: "What...what painting?"

Feng Shuo pressed his fingers on her collarbone with more force. When he lifted her up, he did not take her away. Instead, he held her thin summer shirt and pushed it to the sides, revealing a large area of ​​porcelain-like skin.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his smile was full of the frivolous look that only appeared to her: "Your birthday is coming soon, so I will draw a beautiful picture for you."