Chapter 487 Asking for help
In order to deepen the people of Shangjing's awareness of the coming cold winter, Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen decided to host a hundred hot pot tables for free every day.
Of course, she also took the lead in making hot pot herself.
A bronze tripod with melon-shaped and animal-shaped ears came in handy.
There are nine kinds of base ingredients, namely, mellow butter, spicy duck feet, spicy beef bones, three fresh soup, tomato spare ribs, hot and sour golden soup, pork tripe and chicken soup, sesame oil porridge, and wolfberry mushroom soup.
The ten hot pot dishes include large slices of tripe, crispy tribute vegetables, tender shrimp balls, large-sliced kidney slices, icy goose intestines, crispy tofu, boneless chicken feet, kelp seedlings, yellow cattle throat, and spicy beef.
Zhu Huaizhen likes to eat large pieces of tripe, Tu Mi likes to eat large pieces of kidney, and Qiu Niang likes to eat yellow cattle throat.
One advantage of being in Beijing is that you won’t get a sore throat no matter how much hot pot you eat.
"Your Highness, Chen Nuo is here." Tu Mi left and came back.
"What is he doing here?" Qiu Niang said coldly.
Qiu Niang will never forget how Shen Nuo spread rumors about her prince.
If her prince was a little more fragile, he would be unable to get over it.
"I have something to ask for." Tu Mi sneered.
"Your Highness, since you are asking for help, you should act like one and let him wait." Qiu Niang said coldly.
"Your Highness, Qiu Niang is absolutely right." Tu Mi smiled more and more gloatingly.
"Okay, then let's wait a moment." Zhu Huaizhen rubbed his forehead and sighed helplessly.
It’s not that Zhu Huaizhen is so magnanimous, but there is no need to play with such an unimportant person.
However, Qiu Niang and Tu Mi couldn't swallow their anger, so she simply agreed.
So, Zhu Huaizhen lay on the beauty couch surrounded by lacquered and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, holding a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies on a silk surface, moving it back and forth, his posture as lazy as a Persian cat.
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
She listened to "Peach Blossom Fan" and drank a cup of rich and colorful tea, which included sesame salt, bamboo shoots, chestnuts, loofah kernels, walnut kernels, spring immortal seagull, swan osmanthus, rose and brine, and Lu'an sparrow tongue bud tea.
Qiu Niang was particularly attentive and served Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
Sugar-heart abalone, pineapple sea cucumber, white shark lips, young deer tendons, claw meat, golden shark fin, ivory clam meat, spider fish glue, quail eggs, ham, pork ribs, clean winter bamboo shoots, king oyster mushrooms, chrysanthemum mushrooms, wild pine mushrooms, morels, snow bamboo fungus, Shaoxing wine, eighteen ingredients, eighteen delicious flavors. The moment you lift the lotus leaf covering the jar, the rich meaty aroma is so fragrant that even a Buddha would jump over the wall.
"Your Highness, let's listen to another act of 'The Injustice of Dou E'." Qiu Niang smiled faintly.
"Your Highness, it would be fine if you could listen to an excerpt from 'Autumn in the Han Palace'." Tu Mi echoed.
After hearing this, Zhu Huaizhen sighed.
The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.
Zhu Huai really deserves to listen to "The Injustice of Dou E".
Ah! I feel a sense of sadness towards this desolate wilderness. The grass has already turned yellow, and rabbits are already bracing for frost. Dogs have lost their fur, men are sharpening their tasseled spears, horses are laden with luggage, carts are carrying provisions, and hunting grounds are being set up. He, he, he, sadly bid farewell to the Han lord; I, I, I, I, hand in hand, go up to Heliang. His followers enter the wilderness; I return to Xianyang in the imperial carriage. Returning to Xianyang, passing the palace walls; passing the palace walls, circling the corridors; circling the corridors, near the imperial chambers; near the imperial chambers, the moon is dim; the moon is dim, the night is cool; the night is cool, and I cry in the stinging cold; I cry in the stinging cold, by the green gauze window; the green gauze window, I don't think about you!
Zhu Huaizhen also listens to "Autumn in the Han Palace".
"Tu Mi, Qiu Niang, you can let him in. I also have something to ask for." Zhu Huaizhen said sullenly.
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