After applying the medicine, the Emperor lazily lay on the soft cushion in the middle of the hall. He used his toes to hook the corner of Su Yu's clothes, "Stupid slave, zhen is hungry."
As expected, in order to not let others see his injured appearance, this guy didn't even want to eat. If he didn't come today, was he planning to starve? Su Yu resigned himself to his fate and got up to get the food box. Suddenly, he remembered that he came to find the Emperor because of the homework assigned by the National Tutor.
An Hong-chul glanced at the food in the box and was a little dissatisfied, "Why is there so little?"
"This subject thought that Your Majesty had already eaten, so I made a bowl of fish porridge," Su Yu brought out a white porcelain bowl filled with fish porridge and a plate of pastries.
The Emperor was still lying on his stomach without moving. He reached out to touch the plate of pastries, picked up a piece, and put it in his mouth.
Su Yu opened the lid and scooped out a bowl of soup and placed it on the small table. Su Yu poked the emperor's shoulder and motioned for him to sit up. "Emperor, is the martial arts you practice 'internal strength'?"
The Emperor turned over and leaned against the big pillow, "Why are you asking this?"
Su Yu took out 《Fish Killing Cultivation Method》 from the bottom of the food box and scratched his head, "The National Tutor will be tested tomorrow, but this subject really doesn't understand it. Can Your Majesty give me a few pointers?"
An Hong-chul sneered. He put one hand behind his head and pointed at his mouth. It was obvious that he wanted something.
"Em- Your Majesty …" This guy actually knew this kind of thing? Su Yu looked at that pair of light colored thin lips that were glistening with water. He swallowed his saliva and moved closer with a red face.
"What?" An Hong-chul pointed his slender index finger at Su Yu's forehead, keeping him half a foot away. He frowned, "I told you to feed zhen porridge. Why are you moving closer?"
"… …"
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, he pulled Su Yu into his bosom and propped up his chin. Only then did His Majesty pick up the 'Fish Killing Mental Cultivation Method' to read.
An Hong-chul knew what Su Yu didn't understand after he flipped through the book. "The so-called Inner Strength is the energy generated from Inner Strength. Anyone who knows Inner Strength can use it. The only difference is the amount of Inner Strength and the way to use it."
Su Yu felt a little itchy as she rested her beautiful chin on her shoulder. She moved uncomfortably. "That's a kind of Qi? How can I release my Qi onto the fish-killing knife? " As a modern person, of course he knew about the magical inner strength in Wuxia novels. However, he couldn't understand how to use it to kill fish.
An Hong-chul didn't answer. He pulled Su Yu's hand, grabbed a jade pendant, and stuffed it into his hand. He held his wrist, "Try it."
Su Yu didn't understand what was going on. He immediately felt a warm current coming from the place where the two of them were connected. It flowed along his meridians to his palm, and then flowed to his five fingers. He tried to pinch the jade pendant in his hand. With a 'kacha' sound, the sturdy green jade suddenly broke into two pieces.
His Majesty the Emperor withdrew his hand, and the warm current disappeared. Su Yu tried to pinch it again, but he couldn't pinch it at all.
Su Yu curiously pulled the Emperor's hand and flipped it up and down. This was too magical. It was as if he had suddenly charged with electricity. It was as if God was helping him. "Can I learn Inner Strength?"
"You?" An Hong-chul tilted his head and looked at him, "Ordinary people need to start practicing Inner Strength between the age of three to eight."
Then what was there to learn? Su Yu choked for a moment. He immediately noticed that the Emperor said 'ordinary people'. "Then what about people who aren't ordinary?"
"Some people are born with Inner Strength," His Majesty the Emperor smiled proudly, "For example, zhen."
"… …" Su Yu secretly glanced at the 'dragon head' hanging on his shoulder. The God's favored son really made people jealous.
"You just need to learn the part about killing fish well." His Majesty the Emperor slid down and yawned while lying on the soft cushion.
"Is there really a fish that needs to be killed with Inner Strength?" Su Yu skipped the 《Mental Cultivation Method》 and directly looked at the 《Knife Technique》. He found that the knife technique in it was also very strange.
"En." His Majesty vaguely responded. He leaned over and wrapped his arms around Su Yu's waist. His slender legs slightly curled up, encircling Su Yu's entire body.
"I saw a lot of fish that I've never seen before in Su Ji's cookbook. Was it from the previous dynasty?" The warm body temperature around his waist made Su Yu slowly relax. He read the book by himself and talked endlessly to the Emperor. As he talked, he even forgot to address the Emperor respectfully.
"Oh." The Emperor gave Su Yu face and responded again. Then, he felt that Su Yu was too noisy and buried one of his ears in the gap between Su Yu's thigh and the soft cushion.
"… … mackerel. Its bones are as hard as stone. Remove its gills and separate its bones from its flesh … …"
Su Yu took out 《Su Ji's Cookbook》 from his chest and flipped to the first chapter of the second chapter. "… … mackerel bones in soup. Simmer it slowly for six hours. Roast its meat … …"
Why did these two books look so much like a set of teaching materials and exercise books?
"Sauce er, do you think that this book was written by the ancestors of the Su Family and the An Family … …" Su Yu froze for a moment. He suddenly remembered that he wasn't talking to sauce, but talking nonsense to the Emperor. He immediately shut his mouth.
After a long while, the Emperor didn't respond to him. He lowered his head and looked. An Hong-chul had already fallen asleep at some point, perhaps because he was really tired. The Emperor's long eyelashes were like small fans, casting a dark shadow. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised. Because of the candlelight, they looked a bit gentler. People say that people look more beautiful under the light. Moreover, he was originally a beauty. When he looked like this, people couldn't take their eyes off him.
Su Yu boldly reached out his hand and touched the Emperor's beautiful eyebrows. The Emperor, who usually had a cold face, looked very harmless at this moment. He was like a noble cat. Normally, he would bare his fangs and brandish his claws, but when he slept softly, he would be like an ordinary furball, at the mercy of others.
"Oh … …" The Emperor, who was sleeping, was dissatisfied with Su Yu's harassment. He raised his hand and waved it. Su Yu gently held it.
Pursing his lips, Su Yu held the Emperor's hand. Suddenly, he thought of something and pulled the Emperor's hand closer. Just now, when he was studying internal strength, he saw something between the Emperor's fingers. He didn't know if it was because he didn't wash it clean or because he was injured.
The Emperor's slender fingers had distinct joints, and his soft palm had a healthy pink color. However, under the neatly trimmed fingernails, there were extremely thin black lines. Almost all five of his fingers had them. It seemed that he had played with ink but couldn't wash it off.
Su Yu frowned. The Emperor was such a big person. Why was he still smearing ink on his hands? Could it be that he was like a sauce, dipping his hands in ink and pressing his paw prints? Thinking about the Emperor's childish appearance in the Imperial Study, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
Sauce, paw prints, the Emperor … … The smile on Su Yu's face suddenly froze. He looked at the Emperor's hand and then looked at the peaceful sleeping face. He seemed to be deep in thought.
The next day, the Emperor went to court. Wang Gonggong took Su Yu to the Palace of Late Spring in the front hall. He said that someone had come from outside the palace to see him.
Su Yu was confused. If the concubine's family came to visit, they would definitely go through the inner palace. The person who wanted to see him in the front hall must be an outsider, and it must be a man. Thinking about the few people he knew, who would come to the palace to see him at this time?
"Boss, I trust you have been well since we last met." Mr. Yuan was wearing a dark blue cloth robe. He looked very scholarly and didn't look like a cafeteria manager at all. Instead, he looked like an official of the imperial court.
"Mr. Yuan, how did you get in?" Su Yu was very surprised. Although Mr. Yuan was a retainer of Prince Zhao's fu, he didn't have any status. He couldn't just casually enter the palace.
"Boss, I forgot to take the dividends from last time." Mr. Yuan didn't talk about it. He only took out a wooden box. Inside, there were pieces of money from the dividends and a few pieces of paper full of characters and red stamps. "The farmstead in the suburbs has also been bought. This is the deed."
Su Yu took the deed and looked at it. The farmstead was bought in the eastern suburbs. The area wasn't large, but it was all good farmland. What was surprising was that there was a pond inside. "Thank you, sir."
"Niangniang is too polite," Mr. Yuan hurriedly responded. His attitude was very different from before. "The farmstead needs to be planted with chili. If niangniang can't find a servant, how about letting this old one do it?"
Su Yu looked at Mr. Yuan with surprise. In the past, when she asked him for help, although he didn't refuse, he was neither cold nor warm. She didn't want to trouble him. Why was he taking the initiative now? "You are a retainer of His Royal Highness King Zhao. You have a lot of work to do. How can I trouble you to run around for me?"
Hearing this, Mr. Yuan smiled bitterly. "To tell you the truth, His Highness has already ordered that in the future, niangniang and all other matters outside the palace will be handled by this old one. If you need anything in the future, just let me know. This old one can enter the palace often." As he spoke, he showed Su Yu his new waist token to enter the palace.
"Why is His Highness like this …" Su Yu frowned. Prince Zhao treated him so well that it was already beyond what he could accept.
"Niangniang, please don't misunderstand. His Highness isn't Prince Zhao." Mr. Yuan saw that Su Yu's expression was about to change, so he had no choice but to reveal the truth.
"Then who is it?" Su Yu asked curiously. As a retainer of Prince Zhao's fu, this person wasn't Prince Zhao's man.
"He won't harm you," Mr. Yuan said vaguely. "I heard that niangniang wants to open a new shop. Do you have any plans?"
Su Yu looked suspiciously at Mr. Yuan for a while. Seeing that he didn't dare to say more, she didn't ask any more questions. He knew that Mr. Yuan was very capable. It wasn't easy for him to leave the palace. It would be much more convenient if there was someone like him in the middle. As for who the person behind the scenes was …
There was no need to be so mysterious, okay? Who else but the Emperor could casually get Mr. Yuan into the palace and have Wang Gonggong lead the way?!
Su Yu was speechless. Why were these people being so mysterious? Did they think he was an idiot?
Since His Majesty the Emperor had given him the person, it would be a waste not to use him. Su Yu discussed his idea in detail with Mr. Yuan. He wanted to open Xian Mantang into a fast food restaurant like Mai Ji. Every restaurant would make the same dishes, and his apprentices could pass them on, as long as he had the ingredients in his hands. As for the high-end seafood restaurant, he couldn't open it for the time being since he couldn't leave the palace.
He had an idea, but as for the specific plan, he couldn't think of it so thoroughly as a chef. Mr. Yuan patted his chest and promised that he would give him a complete plan within seven days.
At noon, Su Yu took a nap in Ye Xiao Palace.
The curtains were gently closed, and green smoke rose from the incense burner. A slender hand held a silver spoon and put half a spoon of expensive agarwood into the incense burner.
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