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Chapter 157 The Forbidden Palace Warm Moon

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    Zhu Houzhao is not ignorant. He is different from Jia Baoyu. He is just too careless, or subconsciously chooses to escape from the fact that his father is old.

    The fact is a fact after all, and it will not disappear because of subjective escape.

    Zhu Houzhao suddenly burst into tears. He realized that he had missed a lot. For some reason, Liu Jin and Gu Dayong were frightened when they saw the prince was so sad for no reason. They hurriedly knelt down to apologize.

    "I, I" Zhu Houzhao pursed his lips and wiped his tears with his sleeves: "I want to go back to the palace to see my father and mother"

    After speaking, Zhu Houzhao turned around and left.

    "Your Highness!" Qin Kan shouted in a deep voice from behind him.

    Zhu Houzhao turned around numbly, only to see Qin Kan looking at him gently. The soft light in his eyes was like the sunshine in winter, warm and comfortable, illuminating every darkness in the world.

    Zhu Houzhao was no longer excited, and his mood gradually eased, but there were still tears in his eyes.

    Qin Kan smiled lightly: "Your Highness, your son wants to be raised but cannot be kissed, but Your Highness still has time. Come to the kitchen with me. I will teach you a very common soup. After you learn it, go back to the palace and make it for your father."  The emperor drinks, the soup is ordinary, and filial piety is priceless. I hope your highness will learn it carefully. Your father is rich in the world and wants nothing else. Perhaps all he wants is a bowl of soup made by you."

    Zhu Houzhao's tears welled up again. He gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously, choked with sobs that he couldn't say a word.

    A fire was lit in the kitchen of the Qin Mansion, and smoke rose up through the chimney.

    This time Qin Kan didn't have any utilitarianism. He just wanted to do something for the poor father and the son who was about to lose his father. He didn't want to invite flattery or flattery, he just wanted to make a couple happy.  The family relationship between father and son, that's all.

    The ingredients are very simple, chicken, small mushrooms with thin stems and thin umbrellas, onions, ginger, and fine salt. There were no chili peppers in this era, so it could have been replaced by dogwood. Considering that Emperor Hongzhi¡¯s weak body could no longer be stimulated by spicy food, the dogwood could be omitted.

    After the oil boils, stir-fry the chicken, add the ingredients and add water, simmer for half an hour, and a fragrant pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms is ready.

    Zhu Houzhao is not a good student, or he has no talent for cooking at all. He stares without blinking and keeps memorizing Qin Kan's cooking steps. He studies very seriously, but his practice is a mess.

    After breaking countless dishes, Zhu Houzhao hurriedly brought out the first work of his life and held it in front of Qin Kan. Qin Kan took a bite with his chopsticks, his face was livid, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.

    Zhu Houzhao's expectant eyes suddenly lost their luster.

    Gritting his teeth, Zhu Houzhao stood up, roughly pushed away Liu Jin and Gu Dayong who were a little frightened and wanted to help, and continued his second practice.

    Then the third time, the fourth time

    I don¡¯t know what kind of belief supported him. From the time when the sun was in the sky to when the sun was setting in the west, Zhu Houzhao¡¯s cooking skills made little progress, but he still repeated it again and again.

    Qin Kan's smile was a little bitter. To be honest, the food made by Zhu Houzhao was very unpalatable. He didn't have any of the three tastes, color, fragrance, either salty or bland, too tangy or too bitter. Every time he cooked a pot  Qin Kan sighed because of the dark, unknown ingredients.

    "Obviously the same materials and condiments, why is it that what Zhu Houzhao makes is always so unappetizing? The unknown strange smell that comes out even makes people faintly want to vomit. What is the problem?"

    "Your Highness, forget it. After you return to the palace, you will let the eunuch in the imperial dining room take charge of it. You will serve it to your father to taste. It is the same as it contains your hard work. It is still considered to be made by you. Your father  The emperor won't mind." Qin Kan sighed.

    Zhu Houzhao's face had been blackened and whitened by firewood smoke. He raised his sleeves and wiped his face carelessly. Zhu Houzhao said stubbornly: "I don't! I must make a complete bowl of soup for my father. It's just me from beginning to end."  Soup made by one person!¡±

    Liu Jin and Gu Dayong glanced at Qin Kan with resentment, and stamped their feet with a sad face: "My little ancestor, how can you let your body of thousands of gold do such a despicable thing? If the old slave dies, it will be left to me.  I made it for you. If you serve it to His Majesty and say it was you, what's the difference?"

    Zhu Houzhao got angry, like a roaring little lion, and roared viciously at the two of them: "Go away! How can there be no difference? The difference is huge! Can you replace my filial piety? What do you slaves know!"  roll!"

    Liu Jin and Gu Dayong were frightened when they saw the prince's rare anger, and hurriedly retreated to a distance and knelt down to apologize.

    Zhu Houzhao turned to look at Qin Kan, his eyesThe skin was completely black from smoke, sweat was running down his face, and his face was black, white, and yellow, like a little cat.

    Zhu Houzhao had no idea how bad his image was at the moment. He finally made a bowl of soup with his own hands. He looked down at it for a while by the candlelight. His brows gradually wrinkled. He was obviously very dissatisfied with the quality of the soup. He scooped up a bowl of soup with a spoon without giving up.  I brought the spoon to my mouth, and as soon as I put it in my mouth, I felt the taste was weird and unpleasant, and I felt like vomiting.

    Zhu Houzhao stared at the bowl of soup made by himself. After an unknown period of time, he threw away the spoon in his hand angrily, then grinned and burst into tears. His tears were like broken pearls, falling from his eyes.  It was dripping down that dirty face.

    Emperor Hongzhi looked at him at the door, angry and amused, and said warmly: "What's wrong with my son? Why are you crying?"

    Zhu Houzhao turned around and saw his father coming. He wiped his tears and sobbed and said: "Father, I want to make a bowl of soup for you with my own hands, but Qin Kan taught me several times, but I couldn't learn it. I'm too much."  It¡¯s so useless to be stupid, no matter how hard you make it, the food you make tastes so bad"

    Emperor Hongzhi opened his eyes wide and stared at his son who was crying heartbrokenly in front of him. He then looked at the bowl of dark soup with an unknown texture on the stove. After a long time, Emperor Hongzhi's tears gushed out like spring water.  , like rain and river, unstoppable.

    With difficulty, Emperor Hongzhi walked to the stove and picked up the ugly-looking bowl of soup made by Zhu Houzhao himself. Tears fell one after another into the steaming soup.

    "I, my son have finally grown up, and my father is very happy, very happy."

    Emperor Hongzhi shed tears as he put the bowl of soup to his mouth.

    Zhu Houzhao was shocked and said anxiously: "Father, don't drink it, it tastes terrible"

    Emperor Hongzhi smiled with tears in his eyes: "Whatever my son made with his own hands, no matter what the taste, to my father, it is the most delicious thing in the world."

    After speaking, Emperor Hongzhi slowly drank the bowl of soup. He drank slowly, one mouthful after another. He smacked his mouth after each mouthful, as if he was savoring the aftertaste, nodded with satisfaction, and took another sip

    There was silence in the imperial dining room. The most noble father and son in the world were crying and speechless. The only sound they could hear was the father's slow sipping sound.

    Outside the door, all the forbidden palace warriors, eunuchs and maids were also moved by this scene. I don¡¯t know who took the lead. Everyone knelt down facing the door, bowed their heads to the ground, and sobbed one after another.

    Emperor Hongzhi drank every drop of the bowl of soup, and even licked the edge of the bowl with his tongue, which was a great loss of emperor's dignity. Then he gently put down the bowl and looked at Zhu Houzhao with tears in his eyes. He shed tears but smiled happily: "Hou Zhao  Zhao, this is the best and most delicious bowl of soup that my father has ever tasted in his life. I will not lie to you, I can swear to you."

    Zhu Houzhao said with tears: "Father, if I study for a few more days, I will definitely make it more delicious than today."

    Emperor Hongzhi laughed heartily: "Okay, okay! My father is waiting to taste it."

    Holding Zhu Houzhao's hand, just like when Zhu Houzhao was young, Emperor Hongzhi was in a very good mood and said with a smile: "Let's go and walk around the palace with my father. There will be no memorials tonight. The ancients said that walking on the moon to look for plum blossoms is an elegant act."  Well, our father and son will also be arty in the palace tonight."

    "Okay." Zhu Houzhao happily held Emperor Hongzhi's hand. The father and son walked slowly instead of riding in a chariot. The Forbidden Palace warriors and eunuchs followed far behind, not daring to disturb the most noble but also the most pitiful pair.  father and son.

    The bright moonlight stretched the shadows of the two of them very long and very close, as if they were integrated into one body.

    Who said the moonlight in the palace is cold and scary?  At least at this moment, the moonlight in the Forbidden Palace of the Ming Dynasty was warm on my body, like sunlight, purer than sunlight.

    Zhu Houzhao, who was being led by Emperor Hongzhi, walked a few steps, paused, and looked sideways at Emperor Hongzhi, looking very carefully, as if he wanted to count all the white hair on his father's temples over the years.

    Qin Kan was right. It turned out that his father was really old, and his temples seemed to be stained with a layer of frost. Zhu Houzhao stood on tiptoe, trying to help his father wipe off the hateful layer of frost. He wiped it off a few times, but failed.  It can never be erased.

    ¡°White hair and wrinkles are the traces carved by time. Even though you are an emperor and a prince, you cannot resist the ruthless carving knife of time.

    Zhu Houzhao stopped his unnecessary movements and looked at Emperor Hongzhi. For some reason, tears flowed out again.

    "Father, you will never grow old, okay?"

    Emperor Hongzhi was stunned for a moment, then he looked up to the sky and laughed, both sadly and happily.

    "Okay, my father will never grow old, my father promises you." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation  .) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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