Ye Yunting looked deeply at Li Fengqi, wondering if this person was hinting at him.

Li Fengqi also looked at him seriously, with a calm expression on his face, as if he just said it casually.

In the end, Ye Yunting thought that he was always protecting himself, and said warmly: "I can make sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but I don't have time to make it right now, so why don't I give the prince a bowl of noodles?"

Li Fengqi pretended to evade: "Is it too much trouble for the eldest son?"

"It's not troublesome, it's very quick." Ye Yunting said.

"Then you'll have some work." Li Fengqi nodded reservedly: "I didn't expect the eldest son to be capable of this. I've never been to the kitchen before, so I just want to go with you to have a look."

Ye Yunting glanced at him, but did not expose him. He called Ji Lian and let him follow behind.

He knew where the kitchen was, and when he found the place with familiarity, he saw the cook and his servants resting at the door. They were all startled when they saw the two people coming, and they stood up one after another, standing on both sides with their hands hanging down, not daring to breathe.

He stepped forward bravely and asked about his purpose while confessing his crime.

"The prince wants to eat noodles, I will give him a bowl. You don't need to panic." These cooks took advantage of the fact that the master had not prepared a meal. Ye Yunting did not want to rebuke them, so he simply sent them all out and went into the kitchen with Li Fengqi.

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The servants looked at each other in confusion after hearing this, wondering what the prince and princess were up to - but they had never heard of a house where the master cooked by himself.

There was still a fire on the firewood stove in the kitchen. Ye Yunting turned around and saw that there were all the ingredients inside, and there was even a hanging pot of chicken soup. He asked Ji Lian to light up the fire while he rolled up his sleeves and skillfully scooped water into the pot.

As the old saying goes, a gentleman cooks far away, but he moved skillfully and cooperated with Ji Lian tacitly, without any hesitation or reluctance. He looked like he was used to it.

Li Fengqi looked on and couldn't help but ask: "The eldest son used to cook?"

"It's not that often." Ye Yunting recalled it and told the truth: "The Duke's Mansion never treated me badly with food and drink. It's just that I was greedy when I was a child, so I always pestered my nanny to make some snacks for me. After seeing it too much, I will forget it.

Then the nanny passed away, and if I wanted to eat it again, I had to do it myself."

The wet nurse's parents were both chefs in the back kitchen of a restaurant, and her skills were very good. She was very knowledgeable and could make many snacks that others did not know how to eat. Ye Yunting was not taken seriously in the house. Although there was no shortage of three meals, there was no surplus. The young boy grew up

When she was a child, she felt hungry quickly, so she tried every means to get some ingredients and made snacks for Ye Yunting by herself.

Later, as Ye Yunting grew older and became more sensible, he rarely asked for food. However, Ji Lian was a chubby little boy who ate a lot and complained that he was hungry three times a day. In order to save his wet nurse some trouble, he learned to do it himself.

He glanced at Ji Lian, who was squatting and stuffing firewood awkwardly, and finally saved him some face.

But Ji Lian obviously didn't care about face. He wiped the sweat on his forehead that was baked by the fire and muttered: "Young Master is not greedy. Every time you say you want to eat some snacks, they are all made for you."

I ate it, and I only ate a little. It must have been specially made for me." He laughed twice, and then became frustrated: "But the young master later refused to make it because he thought I ate too much and was fat."

Ye Yunting put his face into the boiling water and took a moment to glance at him: "You are still self-aware."

Ji Lian was very unconvinced and had no confidence to refute, so he could only blow into the stove with a sullen face.

As a result, the fire in the stove was too strong, so Ye Yunting tapped his head with his finger and scolded him gently: "The fire is too big."

Ji Lian said "Oh", quickly moved the blower away, and squatted aside honestly.

Li Fengqi looked on and sighed: "You two have a very good relationship." No wonder Ye Wan wanted to get close to Ye Yunting so persistently.

When he treats someone well, the tenderness and indulgence in his eyes is addictive.

But there are only a handful of people who he can treat with tenderness in his heart. He seems to smile at everyone, but in fact, he has a very clear distinction between the near and far in his bones, so this tenderness becomes more and more important.

Precious.

Li Fengqi watched silently as he scooped up the soft noodles and poured them into cold water. Then he poured a bowl of clear and yellow chicken soup into the pot and boiled it. Finally, he poured the cold water noodles into the soup. After a few seconds, he sprinkled in chopped green onions.

, he quickly scooped up the noodles, poured the soup on them, and filled three large bowls.

He, Ye Yunting, and Ji Lian each had just one bowl.

Ye Yunting put three bowls of chicken noodle soup into the tray and asked Ji Lian to take them back to the yard. He straightened his sleeves and smiled at Li Fengqi: "Okay, let's go back to the yard to eat."

Li Fengqi nodded to him and was pushed by him towards the main courtyard. He was thinking in his heart that Ye Yunting was willing to share a pot of noodles with him, so he should regard him as one of his own... right?

The invincible King Yong'an felt uncertain about his own reasoning for the first time.

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Li Fengqi finished a bowl of noodles with satisfaction and looked very happy. He called Zhu Lie and Wu Geng to tell the matter, and then went to the study with Ye Yunting to continue discussing the follow-up details.

Organizing a banquet was complicated and required about half a month of preparation time. After the two of them discussed the guests, it took them three days to send out the invitations one after another.

Prince Yong'an's palace has been closed to welcome guests for more than a month, and now invitations are being sent out with great fanfare in preparation for the banquet, and the news has naturally spread throughout the capital.

There was a lot of discussion about this, both in the court and among the people.

The people felt that the prince and the princess really had a deep relationship and were worthy of being a destined couple.

The courtiers were speculating about King Yong'an's intentions for this banquet, whether he would go or not, and what subsequent impact it would have on the situation in the court.

But one banquet stirred up the situation in Beijing.

Taiqian Palace.

Li Zong's face was filled with anger, as if a storm was about to come.

The twin brothers knelt beside him, one on the left and the other on the right, and carefully squeezed his legs.

After a long silence, Li Zong suppressed his anger and said: "Inviting the courtiers to a banquet, what exactly is he going to do? Is he going to rebel?"

"King Yong'an was seriously ill due to poisoning. During the wedding, he kept everything simple. Now that he has recovered, he has to hold a banquet and invite many guests. It is reasonable and reasonable." Han Chan said: "Why should your majesty care about this matter? His move is just to deliberately anger you.

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"I don't care, why should I give him a reward?" Li Zong gritted his teeth and said, "Who knows if he is taking this opportunity to make friends with the courtiers with evil intentions?!"

"King Yong'an didn't make friends with his courtiers in the past. Even if he wants to make friends now, it will take time. Besides, your majesty is the orthodox one. If he doesn't want to bear the reputation of this rebellious courtier and traitor, he won't do it easily. It's just a banquet, and your majesty really doesn't need it.

I care." Han Chan lowered his eyes, hiding the impatience in his eyes.

It was just a banquet, but Li Zong was so restless and impatient, so why should he argue with Li Feng?

Thinking of Li Fengqi, his expression became more and more stern. He was very clear about Li Fengqi's methods. He just wanted to force Li Zong to take action.

As long as Li Zong takes action, the reputation of being unkind and unjust in persecuting heroes will be inevitable. No matter what Li Fengqi does, it will all be justified.

To rebel is to be forced into helplessness; not to rebel is to serve the country and the people with daring and loyalty.

However, Li Zong couldn't even understand this trick, and he was about to stretch his neck into the trap.

The more disappointed he was with Li Zong, the more he admired Li Fengqi. But while admiring him, there was also a certain amount of anger and resentment that he hated.

With Li Fengqi's ability, if the two of them join forces, why worry about accomplishing something great?

Han Chan lowered his head and took a sip of tea, but heard Li Zong calling him several times. He came back to his senses, and there was no emotion on his face: "Huh?"

Li Zong called him several times. Seeing that he looked distracted, he paused and laughed again: "Nothing, I mean the teacher is right. I will summon King Yong'an and Princess Yong'an into the palace.

The reward for the wedding will be supplemented."

His expression was a little strange. Han Chan frowned, but then she felt that there was no need to bother so much. He could just let him do it if he liked it. After all, he didn't want to protect the country, so he nodded lightly: "Your Majesty is wise."

Li Zong looked at him, his smile grew bigger, and he turned around and told Cui Xi, "Go and tell King Yong'an and his wife to enter the palace to receive their reward."

Cui Xi accepted the order and retreated, and Han Chan also stood up: "Since your Majesty has made a decision, I will retreat first."

"Teacher, walk slowly." Li Zong smiled as he watched him walk out of Taigan Palace, his back as pale as a wisp of blue smoke.

The smile on his face gradually faded and turned expressionless.

After standing there for a few breaths, he suddenly took a few steps and bent down to look at the kneeling Ruan brothers. He stroked their faces with his pale and thin fingers and said softly: "Do I look stupid?"

The two brothers shook their heads hurriedly, and the elder brother Ruan Liu said boldly: "Your Majesty is the best among men, how can he be stupid? If you want to say stupid, it's only us two brothers who are stupid."

"But they all treated me like a fool..." Li Zong twitched the corner of his mouth, remembering the perfunctory smile on Han Chan's face, and raised his hands to cover his face.

Han Chan was his first teacher and taught him since he was three years old. At that time, he was just a prince who was not valued by his father, the emperor and his mother. Only Han Chan, the teacher, was willing to care about him and teach him. Unlike others, he hoped

He grew up to be a useless man.

He and Han Chan had been together for seventeen years, and their relationship was even greater than that of Li Fengqi in the past.

Because he was so familiar, he could detect even a hint of Han Chan's impatience.

Li Zong fell on his back on the Arhat bed and laughed slowly.

In the hearts of his father, the queen, and his mother, he could never be as good as his eldest brother, and they would rather abandon him in order to pave the way for his eldest brother; in Li Fengqi's heart, he was not as good as his ideals. Back then, he cried and begged him not to leave him behind, but he still had no hesitation.

Went to Northern Xinjiang.

Nowadays, even teachers are like this.

What was he thinking about when he was lost in thought? Did he think he was inferior to Li Fengqi?
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