【Maple Cherry】

Chapter 39

Fu Ying sat alone in the kitchen, staring at the crackling stove in a daze, he couldn't remember how many years he hadn't cooked, ten... 15 years...he used to watch the stove like this, changing his tricks He made tea for Fengxiu to make snacks, and asked the cooks at home for a few passable recipes, but for him, these seemed like a world away.

He is the little prince of Mobei. After the world is unified, he is the triumphant prince of the dynasty. He has long since had to do the food and drink himself, but earlier, he was a soldier in Taichangqing's mansion. And... a small servant in the Taixue, when he cooked the meals of princes and aristocrats in a big pot and stove taller than himself, he never imagined that one day he would reach this point.

However... that Fengxiu who always appeared behind him in those years is now locked in the prison of Cursing the World Lord. When he went to see him, Fengxiu said with a smile, now he has no other wish. If you If you want, just cook for me again.Fuying couldn't speak, should she be sad or sad?But Fengxiu smiled so calmly, shouldn't he be happy for him as the closest person?

Holding the hands of Modao and horse bridle for many years, it was very awkward to pick up the kitchen knife again. I cut my hands clumsily three times before I managed to burn a few vegetables. It still hurts after a knife, maybe it really is ten fingers connected to the heart?

There was a large pot of Jiangnan famous vegetables pickled Duxian cooking in the pot, and Fu Ying couldn't tell what was wrong with her. It was enough for Fengxiu alone, but she put a lot of ingredients in it inexplicably, and it was full of food. This big pot is probably enough for the whole day of the Marquis of Triumph's mansion. Now that there is no military power, except for Bai Chenzi and Wu Zhixiang, there are only three or five people left in his mansion, such a big pot , I hope it is not wasted.

Fu Ying watched the milky white soup boil, and was stunned for a long time, then dunked a pot of bamboo shoots into it, stirred it a few times with a spoon, and now the pot was completely full, and then... two quarters of an hour would be enough... ...Steaming on his face, he has been in Mobei for many years, and he has never seen such things as fresh bamboo shoots and tender lotus roots, and he doesn't like them too much. In his memory, the one who likes these light dishes has always been Fengxiu. Fu Ying looked at that day The cauldron suddenly squatted down with his hands on the stove.

The severe pain in his heart spread, he frowned and tried to escape the pain, Fengxiu was going to die... probably after this meal... that one was always calm and unhurried, even if the sky fell Fengxiu, who didn't change her face...

"Brother..." When Bai Chenzi came in from the outside, he saw Fu Ying who was squatting on the ground with the support of the stove, and couldn't help but enter the kitchen worriedly.

Fu Ying heard his voice and looked up, before he came close, she stood up, and the expression on her face returned to that indifferent expression, "What's the matter?"

"Just got the news that the palace sent a team of people to escort a father-in-law who passed the secret decree to the king's place. In addition...the emperor secretly ordered you...to leave for Lingnan tomorrow morning, saying...the incident of counter-reporting has been found out, let you Hurry up and investigate the relevant personnel."

"I see." Fuying nodded in a daze. He stretched out his hand and took a bowl to fill a bowl of soup. When he turned around, he accidentally fell to the ground again. Fuying looked down and took another bowl as if nothing had happened. The same bowl came over, filled a bowl of soup again and put it directly into the food box. A few dishes had obviously been prepared under the food box, soup was placed on the second layer, and a jug of wine and a small cup were placed. "You send someone to deliver these to the Prince Regent's Mansion." Fu Ying covered the food box and handed it directly to Bai Chenzi, "Follow me to Lingnan when I get back."

"...Yes..." Baichenzi looked at Fuying for a long time before picking up the food box.

Fu Ying came out of the kitchen alone, and the white snow in the yard and the bright moon hanging high reflected a particularly bright light. He walked into the yard and looked up at the sky, then lay on his back on the snow, looking at the wheel with his eyes. Mingyue remained motionless.

When Baichenzi came back, he was startled, he hurriedly stepped forward to look, and saw Fuying staring at him with wide-open eyes, "I'm back." Fuying said.Bai Chenzi nodded in relief, and Fu Ying stood up from the ground like a carp, shaking the snowflakes on her body, "Let the family take good care of Wu Zhixiang, and follow me to Lingnan."

"Yes." Baichenzi watched Fuying leave the courtyard with a blank expression, stumbled on the ground at the entrance of the small courtyard, and then hurried out, he sighed and chased after her.

During the day, when Fu Ying came out of the Prince Regent's Mansion, he turned around and asked Curse the World Master, "Father, can I collect his body for him?"

Curse World Master looked at Fuying, and it took a long time before he replied, "After the imperial decree comes down, I will order someone to send his body to your house, so don't say anything."

That night, the emperor delivered a decree, Taichangqing Fengxiu, who was seriously ill a month ago, finally died on the fifteenth night of the twelfth lunar month. My heart was very hurt, and I was named Duke Protector.When the imperial decree came down, Fuying and Baichenzi took the warrant and galloped out of the capital all the way to Lingnan.

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In Cursed World Lord's prison, Fengxiu took a sip of wine and ate a mouthful of vegetables, and frowned, "Before your master cooked this time, did you take half a bag of salt into the kitchen?" The person who brought the food said with a smile.

The other party didn't speak, and Fengxiu didn't speak again. None of the few dishes could be said to be full of color, fragrance, taste, four dishes and one soup, sour, salty, bitter, spicy and sweet. Fengxiu couldn't laugh or cry, but he still took every bite. After eating the food, there was a noise outside, and when the Curse World Master led people in, Feng Xiu had just finished his last sip of wine.

The bright yellow imperial decree was thrown in front of Fengxiu. Fengxiu put down the wine glass and casually opened the imperial decree with one hand and glanced at it, "I died of a serious illness, it's fine. I said I was ill for more than a month, and now I'm dead, which is reasonable."

Curse World Master nodded, waved someone to bring a pot of wine and put it in front of Fengxiu, "Are you full?"

"It's okay." Fengxiu shrugged, looked down at the jug, "It's a good set of wine utensils, but I don't know how the wine is?" He stretched out his hand to pour himself a glass, and drank it without hesitation , "It's really good."

Curse World Master still looked at him fixedly, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Take good care of Fu Ying." Feng Xiu glanced at Cursing the World Lord, "His cooking skills have regressed too much, you can send two cooks there later."

Curse World Master snorted and didn't speak, the two sat opposite each other, Fengxiu drank another glass of wine, waiting for the poison to be released, but after waiting for a long time without any movement, Fengxiu couldn't help but said: "This poison given by the emperor Is the wine too slow? Do you want me to wait for three days?" He looked at Cursed World Lord, who had a weird expression on his face, wait...is this a smile?Feng Xiu pondered for a long time, then looked at the wine glass in his hand, "Is this wine not poisonous?"

"Yes." Master Curse nodded.

"So you just came to give me wine? The emperor actually planned to kill me?" Feng Xiu was stunned.

"If you kneel down and beg me, I'll consider not killing you." Cursed World Master looked at Fengxiu, and finally said a few more words.

Fengxiu smiled, "Forget it, Fengxiu never asks for help, let alone now everything is a foregone conclusion."

Hearing the words, the Master Cursed looked at Fengxiu for a while, then waved his hands to make the people around him retreat, "You are really... Forget it, I will send someone to take you to the mansion of the Marquis of Triumph in a while, as for where you are going after that, you can decide whatever you want." You, the only thing is, there is no more Fengxiu in this world, no more wedges, you can no longer return to the sight of the emperor."

"Yeah, Fengxiu will think that you are going to let me go if the regent says so." Fengxiu half-closed his eyes, he was a little confused about what kind of medicine was sold in the cursing world master's gourd.

"What? If you don't plan to leave, I can also directly exchange it for you with the imperial gifted poisonous wine." Cursed World Master looked at Feng Xiu and waved his hand, and someone brought up another jug ​​of wine, the jug and the glass were exactly the same as the one in Feng Xiu's hand.

Now Fengxiu was also surprised, "Why? Isn't the regent afraid of letting the tiger go back to the mountain?"

"The imperial decree has been issued. Taichangqing Fengxiu is dead, and the civil wedges will die with him. For the court, this is enough. As for your life, I will really send one to that child Fuying." If the corpse goes back, I am afraid that he will have so much doubts about the court in the future, but let you go back alive, and you can be loyal to the triumphant prince for the rest of your life." Curse World Master sat down and took a mouthful of leftovers, ate a mouthful and vomited directly Go out, "This kid cooked delicious food when he was a child."

"So..." Fengxiu couldn't come to her senses, is this safe?

"There is a coffin prepared for you outside. I will send you directly to the Kaixuanhou Mansion. No one will care what you want in the yard." Curse World Master put down his chopsticks and said, "If you don't want to, you can also choose to put the coffin in the coffin." I really drank the poisoned wine, and then I will have someone pull the coffin to the Kaixuanhou Mansion."

Fengxiu smiled, "Why bother the adoptive father, Fengxiu will get in the car by himself." He clasped his fists and gave a deep salute to the cursing world master.

"Take care of Fu Ying, I'll send the two cooks there later, you keep an eye on it." The voice of Cursed World Lord came from behind Fengxiu, Fengxiu smiled and walked out of the cell door, and there was a coffin outside.

Wuzhixiang is cultivating in the Kaixuanhou Mansion. He was seriously injured before, but now it is difficult to live like a normal person. He knows that Fuying and Baichenzi have gone to Lingnan, and he is a useless person who cannot follow him. Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and heard the door open, and a cart pulling a coffin was brought in.

"It's Fengxiu, the king told me to send it to the Hou's mansion." The cart was pulled by the old department of the Curse World Lord, and he habitually called the Curse World Lord "Wang".

Wuzhixiang sighed, "Your Majesty went to Lingnan by order, you park the car here first, and I will have someone prepare the mourning hall quietly tomorrow morning, fortunately it is cold." The man promised to go, and Wuzhixiang sat down. Looking at the cart pulling the coffin in the yard in a daze, she thought that Fuying would not be able to come back for a while, and felt sorry for Fuying, who might be so sad in her heart, her thoughts were confused for a while, and she didn't know what messed things she was thinking.

After a while, he saw that the coffin board was pushed from inside, Wu Zhixiang thought he was dazzled, he rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, and saw that the coffin cover was directly overturned, Fengxiu sat up from inside , He lay on the wall of the coffin, glanced at Wuzhuxiang, and opened his mouth to ask, "Is there any water? The food is salty, and I am very thirsty."

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Fu Ying went all the way to Lingnan, and heard that the leader who printed the book with a wedge was a woman, and that woman had already been arrested by the person who took him away first, but she also brought a girl who was a little over a year old with her. Child, Fu Ying has arrived, and Sashou Mercy led Fu Ying to meet people, the woman who was kneeling on the ground holding the child looked up, and Fu Ying was both taken aback.

"Miss Ziying..." Fuying frowned and looked at the little girl in her arms, and suddenly some other messy thoughts flashed in her mind, this could be... Fengxiu's posthumous child...

——to be continued