Xianyang, Lanchi Palace.

In the past, Qin Shihuang led the Wei River to build an orchid pool and built it next to the pool. It was 200 miles from east to west and 20 miles from north to south. The soil was built into Penglai, and the stones were carved into whales, which were 200 feet long. The water flowed in twists and turns, the mountains and rivers were interdependent, and the palaces were hidden.

The person who lives in this palace is Mrs. Mi, who is Fusu's biological mother. Since the destruction of Chu State, she has lived in this palace for a long time and has been depressed all day long.

A few years ago, Qin State raised an army to attack Chu, and Madam Mi advised Qin Shihuang to death, hoping that she would not destroy Chu. However, Qin Shihuang ignored her at all and even gave her poisoned wine. If Fusu had not stopped her, she would have been afraid that Madam Mi would be dead. Even so, Madam Mi still drank half a glass of poisoned wine, and her health became weaker and weaker over the years.

Since then, Qin Shihuang never came to Lanchi Palace again. He ordered people to build a large-scale construction in this palace and imitate the construction of the Chu Palace. He wanted to let Mrs. Mi watch it. He said that if he wanted to destroy Chu, he would never change it because of others. He wanted to destroy Chu, and he did it. He wanted to live forever and could do it!

Mrs. Mi is nearly forty years old, and her temples are white. She is wearing a silk and a curly shear, and she is tied up with a jade hairpin. She knelt in the hall, burning a small stove in front of her. She holds a roll of bamboo slips in her hand, looking dull.

"Birds fly back to their hometown, and foxes will die. Don't be sad and parting, don't be happy and get to know each other again. Sincerity is brave and powerful, you will never be strong. Since you die, your spirit will be spiritual."

"lady……"

The maid next to him was a dowry concubine for Mrs. Mi. She has never betrayed her for many years, so she is naturally a native of Chu. Since the beginning of spring, Mrs. Mi's health has become worse and worse. According to the medical divination, Mrs. Mi's heart disease is difficult to cure, and medicine is useless.

But who can cure this heart disease?

The king of Changping died in battle and the State of Chu was destroyed.

The eight hundred years of national destiny was ruined in one fell swoop!

"Madam, eat some..."

"Forget it."

Mrs. Mi put down the bamboo slips and looked at the food and couldn't get any appetite.

"Mother."

Fusu carried the food box and bowed.

"baby?"

Mrs. Mi quickly got up, her face filled with joy.

You should know that Fusu rarely comes to the harem over the years, and it is becoming increasingly difficult for him to meet his mother and son when he grew up. He may only be able to look at him again every year when worshiping his ancestors. Mrs. Mi knew in her heart that Fusu was dragged down by her. After Changpingjun rebelled, the Qin court came to a great purge, and all relevant Chu forces were dismissed.

Fusu is becoming increasingly unpopular.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the maid's eyes suddenly turned red.

Old Master, how long has it been since I came to Lanchi Palace?

"Why did you come? Could it be that you have contradicted your father again?"

"No." Fusu shook his head and said with a smile: "I just talked about this with my father, hoping to come to Lanchi Palace to meet my mother. My father is in a good mood these days, so he allows me to come here."

"Yeah?"

Mrs. Mi was still a little surprised. She always felt a little strange when she looked at Fusu. This was a piece of flesh that fell off her body, so she naturally understood Fusu's personality very well. Fusu didn't know how to look at people's faces. She was extremely tough and even if Qin Shihuang was angry, he would dare to speak out.

"I heard that my mother had lost appetite these days, so I personally cooked a bowl of porridge for her mother, so she could try it."

"This...you are the eldest son, how can you do these things?"

Mrs. Mi suddenly became anxious.

Fusu didn't care and took out the pottery bowl. Of course, this was all the ideas Zhuo Cao gave him. According to Zhuo Cao, his mother hadn't seen him for a long time, maybe she had anorexia. She may not eat the food she cooked by ordinary people, but her own son would definitely finish it.

"This porridge...is so strange?"

The porridge in the pottery bowl is relatively thin and red. The red date, lotus seeds, acacia beans and pine nuts are all stewed with soft and broken skins, as well as glutinous rice, corn, peanuts, etc. It is still steaming hot and is surrounded by a faint fragrance.

Since Qin Shihuang did not come to Lanchi Palace, Mrs. Mi's status has become lower and lower. Qin Shihuang has never established a queen, and the harems are respected by her wife. However, her wife is not favored, and the ones she sent to Lanchi Palace are all inferior. Who doesn't know that Mrs. Mi is not favored and has no backer?

The daily meals are basically cold, and it is difficult to find someone to heat them up. Mrs. Mi’s stomach is not good, so she naturally eats less and less. In addition to psychological aspects, it also has an impact on the acquired side.

"Young Master, this porridge is very strange and smells so good!"

"Red dates, lotus seeds, kidney beans, corn and glutinous rice?"

Fusu smiled suddenly and said that it was Zhuo Cao who cooked it. He even told him how much water he had to put and how long it would take to cook it. He just needed to watch the heat, and didn't have to worry about anything else. Even so, his hand was burned out by the clay pot.

"Why might my mother try it?"

"good."

Mrs. Mi rubbed her eyes and picked up the pottery bowl. She didn't know what this bowl of porridge was, but after all, it was made by Fusu. If she didn't eat it, wouldn't it disappoint him?

Smelling the faint fragrance, Mrs. Mi also had a rare appetite. She was extremely elegant in eating, digging a little with a spoon and chewing it slowly. She looked at Fusu with a little surprise, "Is this really what you did?"

"Um."

"This bowl of porridge is very fragrant, soft, delicious, sweet and fragrant, so let's have another bowl."

At first, Mrs. Mi thought that the taste of Fusu was just made was definitely not very good, and she didn't expect it to be very good. Because the stew was soft and it was not difficult to taste, she finished all the bowl in just a few bites.

"Don't be anxious, mom."

"Um?"

"Mother tasted rice cakes and glutinous rice cakes again."

"Glutinous rice cake?"

Fusu smiled and admired Zhuo Cao more and more. As he said, as long as he came to Lanchi Palace to deliver the meal he had made, Mrs. Mi would really have a big appetite.

"The glutinous rice cake is made by my friends among the people. My mother will try it first. Later, my minister will talk about these things with my mother. He is quite interesting. Even the left prime minister was frustrated by him."

"Yeah?!"

Mrs. Mi was surprised. Li Si was also a native of Chu. She was just a disciple of Lu Buwei. Later, she was a letter of advice and expelled guests. After Qin destroyed the six kingdoms, he became the left prime minister of the Qin court. Li Si was proficient in Qin laws and had the skills to assist the country, so he would have a headache because of the people among the people.

The rice cake she tasted first was quite novel. After frying peanuts, sprinkled with some malt sugar, it was extremely sweet. The rice cakes were also delicious, perhaps made by Fusu himself, and there was a bit of a flavor.

While she was eating, Fusu also started to talk continuously. He probably regarded Zhuo Cao as his biological father and talked about many interesting things that happened later. Qin Shihuang wanted to show his identity, but he expected that Zhuo Cao would not believe it at all. Later, Qin Shihuang simply used the trick and stayed in Jingyang.

Zhuo Cao acted without following the etiquette and violated Qin's rules repeatedly, but the left prime minister could not do anything to him. After banning sweet potatoes, he began to grow potatoes.

"He also said that in the future, he would sell less wine and sell more wine jars."

"What do you mean?"

"The tax paid by the pottery jar is completely different from the wine. He said that selling pottery jars is actually selling wine. To the outside world, he said that selling pottery jars is a gift."

"Is this... I'll buy a box and return a bead?!"

"Yes, that's what it means!"

Mrs. Mi was stunned. This is really a talent!

If the Left Prime Minister knew about this, he would have to vomit blood!

"Who is he called?"

"Na Jingyang Zhuo family, famous for Cao."
Chapter completed!