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"It looks like this, you see, now we are the prisoners of the most powerful woman in the Tang Dynasty."

"In the next days, you need to use your intelligence to get through it, isn't it like this?"

Client: Nodding desperately.

"Well, at this point, you have also acknowledged the importance of my arrival."

"So, if you want to fulfill your wish, you must follow my approach and guidelines."

"In these days, imagining and appointing snakes is a way to behave in the world, and the current state is not a form that would rather die than surrender."

"So, proper compromise and sacrifice are necessary."

"Of course, if beauty is used properly, it is also a good weapon."

"You think, beauty has many meanings."

"The person with the highest realm in this world is not the peerless demon girl who charms the emperor, but the moonlight in his heart who cannot ask for it."

"How can you turn your advantages from passive to active is what we should do now."

"You're right?"

It makes sense, I just have to nod my head.

Xiaoqiu, who had been persuaded, listened to Gu Zheng and continued.

"Look, now that we have been caught, we must first determine the bottom line, which is to be treated as a male favorite without humiliation and sent to the Emperor's Dragon Bed."

"And after getting rid of this embarrassing situation, let's take the next step, do you think it's okay?"

Xiao Ruanmeng replied decisively: "Yes!"

"That's it!" Gu Zheng, who had succeeded in flicking, let out a sigh of relief, and a sense of unobstructed soul that fits perfectly into this body.

That's right. With all the power to control, you can take care of this body.

It's not that Gu Zheng said that he, who has long been used to a strong and powerful body, really doesn't catch a cold for weak scholars.

Nowadays, he is still a martial artist, even if he is a man of book business, he has a sword with his hands and slams Fang Qiu.

The six arts of a gentleman, you can kill the enemy when you get on horse, and you can write when you get off the horse.

This client is still far away.

Gu Zheng, who had set his heart, closed his eyes and calmed down in this dark wood room.

At this time, he was not forgotten by the servants in the Taiping Mansion.

The internal official with a breath of breath in his heart smiled triumphantly after learning that Gu Zheng had been arrested and returned.

He squeezed the orchid finger of the overcast test, twisted the embroidery needle and ordered under the candlelight: "After all, this is the character that the princess sees. We are the servants, so we can't wait any longer."

"Just say it was my order. Gu Xiaolang is delicate and tender, and being locked in the chaifang is the biggest punishment for him. It's in the food, so don't be harsh."

"At that time, it will be useless if your majesty's face is yellow and skinny. Your Majesty will come here. We are not the ones who will be punished in the end? Why bother?"

"Let the people in the back kitchen of the dining room send some useful meals."

"Don't be hungry."

The chief executive said so, the servants under the order are naturally ‘go away’.

The only thing left is the uncertain inner director, his back swaying constantly under the fire candle in the house.

The servant who was ordered to tremble all over.

This inner manager is really scary, so he should hurry to convey the other party's order.

When the servant who ran away came to the back kitchen, as expected, the stove on the big pot was blocked and covered.

The only thing left was the cooking fire that was guarding the little pot, which was specially used for the princess's supper, and was making a pot of hot water, and a cook stayed in it, waiting for instructions at any time.

Seeing that there was finally an open flame, the servant breathed a sigh of relief.

You must know that if the father-in-law eats a bite so hot, even if the sky falls and there is a fire, someone will do it.

But if it's just for a kid locked in a wood shed, it's hard to say.

But now, after the servant of this messenger had told the chef the request of the internal manager, the other party's answer was also very simple.

"Saving it, it's easy to do."

"Can soup cakes?"

"OK."

The chef who got the affirmative answer, rolled up the narrow burlap-style burlap sleeve gown, tied the turban on her head, and stretched her hand aside the finely polished wheat noodles specially provided for the princess mansion. In your pocket.

At this time, the simplest meal is a bowl of hot soup.

The taste of the soup cake is relatively better, so it is naturally delicious and easy to make.

This chef really deserves to be a good hand hired by the princess's mansion. A bowl of noodles, a few minutes of water, stirred together, and then kneaded it evenly on the chopping board.

After a short amount of effort, it becomes a moderately soft and hard dough that will not stick to half of the excess dough in the hands.

And this round and fat dough was pulled apart by the cook, and with the help of a thin base powder, it was directly rolled into a long, narrow noodle with a thumb belly.

At this time, the chef nodded in satisfaction, put the dough aside, and started to make the soup for this soup cake.

Whether a soup cake is delicious or not depends on the noodles and the soup on the eighth.

The diced mutton that has already been cut for use on the side, together with the yellow flower, pepper, salt, coriander, and green onion in the hands of the cook, mix them together, and drop into the squishy bubbling boiling water, a stock of broth. The peculiar fragrance is released.

As the minced mutton turns white, the flavor of the meat becomes more and more intense. When the water temperature is not blanching the mutton, it is the time for the chef to perform.

The thin noodles on the table were clamped by the cook's dexterous left hand. The top of the fixed noodles was caught by the right hand that followed closely under the belly of the thumb.

With the twist and tugging of the thumb of the right hand, a finger-sized piece of dough was pulled off. While this side had just separated from the large group and the tenacity had not yet retracted, the right hand took advantage of this ingenuity, Just one rub, a small uneven dough piece is pronounced as a thin dough.

Taking advantage of this enthusiasm, I was thrown away by this right hand, maintaining this clear shape, and went down into the pot.

This is the art of a generation of chefs.

It represents the innovation of working people in the limited conditions of food.

In this way, the noodles that fall into the pot are exquisite and small, thin and not sticky.

The size of a jujube nucleus undulates in the boiling water, turning out a beautiful white fish belly.

Stained with the beautiful whiteness of the lamb soup, it was very oily.

This kind of glutinous rice represents the highest level of the princess mansion, and it also made the servant holding the tray feel a sigh.

This is really a different life. Who could have imagined that a kid who was imprisoned would eat such good food?

When the servant arrived in front of the wood house and knocked on the door, his own stomach, which smelled fragrant, also screamed.

This is truly a disaster...

The weak servant opened the tray on the side of the wood room that could only accommodate the delivery of meals. There was only a small window half the width of the window.

Roared inside: "It's dinner! Come and get the food!"

After that, he touched the black and handed the tray into the dark wood room.

This sudden roar suddenly interrupted Gu Zheng's thoughts, who closed his eyes and meditation.

Gu Zheng, who thought he would be subjected to inhuman torture, was prepared to be as mighty and unyielding as Lime Yin, but as a result, the food delivery person came here?

Why doesn't this play the cards according to the routine?

However, these years, I can’t live with anything, I can’t live with my stomach. I don’t know what I will do next. Gu Zheng gladly accepted this night’s food from the Tang Dynasty, the top delicacy in the soup cake, the mutton soup. .

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Seeing a pair of indistinct hands, taking the tray and hiding in the darkness, the servant on the opposite side finally felt relieved.

The people in this wood shed are alright and are doing well.

Concerned about the weak, the servant said one more sentence: "After eating, find an open space and put it on. When the morning eclipse tomorrow, the food delivery person will take it away."

"If you want to go to the toilet, there is a Gong bucket in the corner."

"This is the firewood room under the princess's mansion, so be patient. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

For a long time, no one in the firewood room responded. When the servant thought that the people in it would not give an answer, there was a vague voice of ‘Oh’.

The servant who felt that his words were respected, left contentedly, but didn't know that this man who followed the moonlight from the wood room and sipped the soup while blowing the heat, really didn't have the time to respond to the other party.

Because Gu Zheng, who had been hungry for most of the day, couldn't hold it anymore.

Coupled with the Tang Fu, it is really like the noodle soup nowadays. In the limited seasonings at the time, it was rare to eat delicious traditional food. Why didn't Gu Zheng move his index finger and eat it? You can't even save the effort of answering.

So now Gu Zheng looks like this.

Holding a big bowl, eating like a starving ghost reborn.

The noodles were hot and hot, and before the teeth had time to bite, they followed the esophagus and swallowed into the abdomen together with the soup of minced mutton.

In the cold night, a bowl of hot noodle lamb soup is such a great treat.

At this moment, Gu Zheng's soul seemed to have also been purified and sublimated, soothing his physical discomfort caused by being locked in the wood house.

If the princess mansion could do this every day, he would be able to endure it for a few days in the wood house.

But what he didn't know was that not all people were as lucky as him and could eat such delicate food.

At the very least, when the servant who had delivered his meals returned to the kitchen in the handyman's room, there were only a few dry sesame cakes left in front of him, the one with the least amount of sesame oil.

But this kind of stuffing is a rare delicacy for hungry people.

Even if it's dry, you still have to take it down with water.