After Being Dedicated To the Tyrant By My Brother

Bai Yinglan left the Xiaohua Hall extremely frustrated, her small face was pale and extremely ugly, and her autumn-shui apricot eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Why...why...

The wind in the beginning of summer was already slightly hot, and Bai Yinglan wiped the sweat from her forehead with her kerchief irritably, and a layer of bitterness came up in her nose.

"What's this smell?" Bai Yinglan asked with a frown, covering her nose with her veil.

The little palace lady who gave Bai Yinglan blessed her body and truthfully replied: "Huilan beauty, this is the small kitchen making medicine..."

"Medicine?" White Yinglan's eyes showed a little different color, as if she asked with concern, "But sister Ji is sick? Why doesn't she say to my palace that my palace should care more about her."

For the first time, the little palace lady was treated with such care and love by the nobles in the palace. Although it was not for her, she still shook her head flattered, and quickly explained: "Thank you Lanmei for caring, Jimei. I'm not sick, just..."

"Just what?" Lan Meiren Qingyou's gaze flicked, and she felt like she had discovered something extraordinary in her heart.

Every time Ji Ruoqing had to drink medicine before going to bed, everyone knew about it in Xianyun Hall. After all, the smell of boiled medicine was so great that it was impossible to hide it.

The little palace lady didn't feel that this was a secret that could not be said. Although she felt that such a long-tongued woman didn't sound very good to Lanmei, but under the encouragement and expectation of Lanmei's eyes, she still said it all.

"...It's just that Ji Mei is weak, and every time she goes to bed, she has to boil the medicine to prevent her body from not being able to stand it..." The little palace lady lowered her head and said everything she knew.

The beauty in Lan Meiren’s eyes continued, and she held the little palace lady’s hand and put a bracelet on her wrist. She said in a gentle voice: "Thank you so much to say to this palace. Sister Ji is stubborn and stubborn. In my heart, but my sisters love her, I really feel sorry for her. Therefore, if Sister Ji is uncomfortable in the future, you can just report to my palace, and you will be rewarded."

The little palace lady knelt on the ground flattered, and the Lanmei hurriedly pulled her up: “You don’t need to hold these rituals in front of this palace. Although you are only palace people, since you are all trapped in this palace, watch it in this palace. Coming, it is also a relative."

These words made the little palace lady even more grateful. No master had ever said this to her, and she was so touched that she almost kowtow.

…

In the Xiaohua Hall, Ji Ruoqing did not get up to give Bai Yinglan, because she was busy turning over the recipes for the imperial meal.

She was immersed in researching. The names of these dishes made her salivate, but she didn't know what Ye Qianchen liked...

"Anchovy shark's fin, Longjing bamboo fungus, bergamot gold rolls..." Ji Ruoqing murmured softly, just seeing Grape approaching, and quickly beckoned and shouted, "Come on, Grape, you come and see for me, what should I order tonight? That's good...?"

Grape was not happy and did not answer Ji Ruoqing. Instead, he made a small report: "Beauty, the maidservant just saw... Xiao Meng who sweeps the courtyard, I don't know what to say to the Lan Mei..."

"Oh." Ji Ruoqing asked with a green onion finger pointing to the recipe, "what do you think of this magpie climbing the plum?"

"Beauty...!" Grape seemed to be very dissatisfied with Ji Ruoqing's indifferent attitude. She leaned closer and continued to say in an angry tone, "The slave and maid also saw that the little dream also received a bracelet from Lanmei...! She must be Lan. The eyeliner that beauty puts in our palace!"

"Oh." Ji Ruoqing turned to the next page indifferently, with a playful smile flashing across her bright apricot eyes, "Hey, this chrysanthemum tenderloin... is a bit interesting."

Grape didn't understand what was interesting about this dish, she just thought Ji Meiren's attitude was a bit interesting.

Why don't you take Lanmei's business so seriously...? !

She has never seen such a big-hearted beauty...

Ji Ruoqing urged Grape to pass the recipe to her: "You have been in the palace for a long time, let's see what kind of dishes the king likes?"

Grape was helpless, so he had to take the recipe and read it seriously: "Actually, the servant and maid didn't know much about it... I only knew that the king didn't like sweet food."

Ji Ruoqing nodded. She knew this, but Su Quan told her yesterday, so she didn't buy candied haws for Ye Qianchen, for fear that it might upset him.

…

In the end, Ji Ruoqing discussed with Grape and ordered to go down, only to find that there were twelve dishes.

And Grape also said that this is too small, and Ye Qianchen's imperial meal on weekdays is at least twenty.

Ji Ruoqing had to sigh, Ye Qianchen was really extravagant.

Being tyrannical, so extravagant and wasteful, and still ridiculous, lewd, and innocent, he will look better and martial arts better. Ji Ruoqing really doesn't know how Ye Qianchen was able to secure the throne.

…

At a quarter past quarter, all the dishes have been placed on the Huanghuali wide-sided square table.

Ji Ruoqing faces Longjing bamboo fungus, anchovy shark fin, red plum pearl fragrant, Kung Pao hare, hydrangea scallop, butterfly roll, **** fish fillet, chicken shredded white fungus, jade bamboo shoot bracken, lotus tofu, golden siu wheat, jade jade Bean cake drooled frantically, almost unable to restrain his paws.

But Grape kept persuading her: "Beauty, the king is coming over soon, don't you go to the door and wait?"

"..." Okay, she goes!

Ji Ruoqing reluctantly looked at the table full of delicacies and delicacies, moved a soft stool and guarded it by the door, hoping that Ye Qianchen, the big pig's hoof, would come soon and she would feast on it.

However…

When her stomach groaned, he hadn't come yet.

The steaming dishes that were originally placed on the wide-sided Huanghuali square table are getting colder. Little eunuchs continue to come in and bring different dishes to the small kitchen to warm the dishes, and then bring them back.

I don't know how many times I came and went, and Ji Ruoqing turned a little dizzy.

Ji Ruoqing got up with anger, and sat directly on the bench beside the square table: "Grape, bring me silver chopsticks!"

"Beauties must never be..." Putao, with a panic face, quickly supported Ji Ruoqing, using some dark force to pull her up, "Beauty, the king is not in the table, you must not sit, let alone move your chopsticks."

"...I'm almost hungry and dizzy. Don't he come, I can't use the chopsticks...?" Ji Ruoqing is angry, but what kind of **** rules were used in ancient times.

Grape frowned tightly, and replied with trepidation, "It's such a beauty... slave maid... can the slave maid get some cakes for you to cushion your stomach?"

"..." Ji Ruoqing looked at the delicious delicacies on this table, whether she could touch it, she could only eat dry snacks to satisfy her hunger, she could only sigh with excitement, what is her life in the end...

Suddenly, Grape, who had just walked out, turned back and said with a stern face: "Beauty, the **** Song Gonggong of Fangyadian is here..."

Ji Ruoqing was not in a good mood right now, and raised her head impatiently: "What's the matter?"

The white-faced **** standing down the corridor was slightly stunned by Ji Ruoqing's temper. Then he nodded and said: "Mui Ji Meiren, Lan Meiren will let the minions inform us. The king will have dinner in Fangya Hall tonight. Wait."

Ji Ruoqing: ...Say it early!

Her bleak little face suddenly glowed, and she quickly said with a smile: "I have troubled Song Gonggong for a trip, Grape, you send him Song Gonggong."

After she finished speaking, she quickly turned her head and said to the maid who was waiting for the meal: "Quickly, bring me the silver chopsticks, um...get a bigger bowl!"

But it's so good, she can finally eat! And I eat it alone, it's so beautiful~!

"..." Duke Song, who witnessed Ji Ruoqing's sudden change from overcast to clear, was dumbfounded, and was directly stunned in place.

Why is this different from what he expected...?

This Ji Meiren’s waiter was cut off, shouldn’t she be so angry that she threw dishes...?

What's the matter with this happy smile...

How can he explain this when he goes back? Lan Mei is still waiting for him to go back and describe how Ji Mei is trembling with anger...