Chapter 935

Even home.

Even Yanqing study.

Yue'er came out with her head down, her face full of depression and chagrin.

The little servant girl fennel followed her step by step and asked with a smile, "does the master want the young lady to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

"Not only that, but also embroidery." Even Ling Yue raised her hands, "fennel, you saw it last time. I embroidered a pocket for my sister's child, and it turned out that it was different. It was so ugly that I made it with enthusiasm. You said, if my father forced me to learn, what can I learn?"

Then she sighed heavily.

"The master looked at the hairpin of the young lady after the new year. He was afraid that the young lady would not know anything at that time. After the suitor knew the truth, he would be scared away." Fennel covered her mouth and smiled foolishly.

"Can you still laugh? Miss Ben won't be able to go in and out of the prime minister's house tomorrow. She should sit in her chair honestly and learn from her husband. It's said that her father invited Wei Taifu, who will return home.

I was still a princess in the palace. It was taught by Wei Taifu. He was very strict. He had such a thick and large ruler, which was specially used to beat people. I was beaten the most at that time. I was afraid when I think of it.

Now I'm not a princess. I'm afraid I'll fight more. "

Lian Lingyue thought of the time when she studied in the palace at that time, and a chill came up on her back. She was really afraid of Wei Taifu!

"The young lady is so smart that she must be able to learn. As long as she is willing to calm down, don't worry, young lady. The maid will accompany you. If your husband hits you on the palm of your hand, the maid will treat you as if you are beaten." Fennel said optimistically.

"My good fennel, you said so, then I really study hard, otherwise I will love your palm." Lian Lingyue made a slightly exaggerated look, "eh, I remember that when I was in school, someone also helped me a lot, otherwise I would be beaten more."

"Who, who helped miss so much?" Fennel asked curiously.

"You don't know. You haven't seen it." Lian Lingyue said.

"Just, miss, can you write with your fingers?" Fennel said anxiously.

"Yes, just like embroidery, you can't do too much. If you don't do anything, it's bad." Lian Lingyue looked down at her palm and said.

"That is, I'm afraid miss's fingers can't stand it." Fennel now occasionally recalls the pain even made the moon suffer at that time, and still feels a lingering palpitation.

"I'm going to be locked up on the last day. Think of a way to go out and play again today." Lian Lingyue said.

"The front door won't let the lady out. Then go to the old place - the back kitchen. There's a hole that can be drilled out."

Lian Lingyue and fennel avoid Lian Yanqing and sneak in the direction of the kitchen.

The back kitchen is a little far from the study. The master and servant walked a long way before they reached it.

This kind of place has a strong smell of oil smoke. The owners of the front yard usually don't come here.

Therefore, when Lian Lingyue appeared in her exquisite clothes, the kitchen slaves who were working bowed to her and said hello. Usually, people here rarely see the master. Now they can't help looking at Lian Lingyue's pink and jade carving lady.

As soon as Lian Lingyue came in, she smelled a delicious smell. She couldn't help stopping, stopped a servant and asked, "what's the smell? It's so fragrant. My stomach is growling."

"Miss, the kitchen is making roast suckling pigs. They are made of small fragrant pigs." A servant hurried forward to answer.

"Little pig? Dinner tonight? " Lian Lingyue couldn't help swallowing her saliva and asked.

"Yes, the little fragrant pig, also known as Qilixiang, can be enjoyed by Royal relatives and nobles." The slave replied respectfully.

Lian Lingyue followed the attractive aroma of the small fragrant pig into the back kitchen, which was more attractive.

She said to the slave who was living, "cut me a piece and I'll take it out to eat."

"Yes, miss." When Feng Qianyue heard Lian Lingyue's voice, her heart trembled slightly. Unexpectedly, she would come into the kitchen.

He got up, took a knife, cut a small piece, wrapped it in clean paper and sent it to Lian Lingyue.

Even made the moon full of joy and quickly picked it up.

The man bowed his head and went back to the fire.

Lian Lingyue glanced at the man and couldn't help glancing into his eyes.

She paused slightly in her mind. How could an idea flash through her mind in a trance, but it soon went out like a weak flame.

She took the delicious meat to eat and drilled holes with fennel out of the prime minister's house.

Feng Qianyue's lips showed an imperceptible smile - fortunately, the girl's eyes were not as powerful as the moon, otherwise it would be dangerous to meet by chance today.

After a while, the steward came in and scolded him very impolitely, "if the Lords want to use the fragrant pig banquet tonight, ordinary people will never see the fragrant pig in their whole life. You are lucky. After smelling the fragrance of the fragrant pig, Miss Wei has just cut the meat. Don't be complacent. You can't make a good fire if it's fierce or weak. Otherwise, you can't afford to roast the pigs. Also, these sesame oils should be brushed in time, otherwise the skin will not be delicious if it is not yellow. "

"Yes, yes." He answered with fear and obedience, as if he was born a slave, and no one would doubt him.

In fact, he suddenly wanted to thank her humble mother. She was such a submissive slave. So over the years, he has been scolded by his father several times. The cheap life is really a cheap one!

He had already printed her posture in his mind, and it was easy to learn.

When the steward goes out.

Feng Qianyue's eyes suddenly became cold. Qiao Qiao took out a bag of medicine powder from his arms, calmly poured it into the sesame oil, stirred it with a brush, and painted it on the little fragrant pig bit by bit. With a slight fire, those effects slowly melted into the tender, nourishing and fragrant meat.

A chill slowly appeared on the corner of his lips.

Finally, at dinner time, the cook roasted the golden and delicate little fragrant pig and cut the weight according to the number of people in each room.

Soon after, servant girls lined up and took away the small fragrant pigs one by one.

Feng Qianyue looked at the fragrant pig meat in front of him, getting less and less bit by bit, until it was all taken away. He smiled slightly.

"Come on, come on, we're going to eat, too." After the masters' dinner, it was the slaves' turn.

"Yes, here we are." Feng Qianyue walked over, took two steamed buns, sat in an inconspicuous position in the corner, and slowly took one bite at a time.