long night walk

Chapter 1575 Medicinal Diet

Not long ago, the Water God Temple, which had dismissed a group of palace maids, was once again filled with the sounds of singing and dancing.

The golden censer adds incense to the beast, the beautiful palace ladies flutter like butterflies to the dance music, the emperor, with a handsome face and a romantic talent, takes the beauty who dances in front of him in his long arms, holds a flower in one hand and listens to the drum, teasing the beauty in his arms.

The music of flutes and drums and the bottles of fine wine had unknowingly intoxicated the romantic and passionate soul of the emperor.

The beauty, with her delicate hands, held up a wine glass with blue and white patterns on the plain clay, and she chatted and urged the king to drink one more glass.

When they were drunk and in love, Cheng Huang could not help but take the beautiful woman's hand and dance with her.

The beauty has a face like jade and an appearance that can captivate the whole city. Her skirt is as colorful as a rainbow, her silk cape is as red as the clouds, and her long sleeves flutter like willows in the wind. The long song she sings all night is like the sound of a fallen country.

The witch held the white jade wine glass in her silver hand, sat on the windowsill, and smiled with a misty look in her eyes: "Your Majesty is the emperor of heaven and earth. The love of the king should be like the sun, and we, the mentally retarded women, are all sunflowers growing on the earth facing the sun. Your Majesty's warm light shines on the earth, and the light and rain nourish the five lakes and four seas, the eight wildernesses and ten marshes. I think your Majesty will definitely not only pity and love a sunflower..."

The emperor took advantage of the wilderness to embrace the beauty, listened to her playing the flute, and gently pinned flowers in her hair with one hand. His affectionate look and gentle eyes were only stronger than when he looked at the future Concubine Gu Yi.

It was as if the beautiful ladies dancing to the music in this hall were all his inseparable loves in this life.

Hearing the words of the witch Na Yin, the emperor Cheng Huang was filled with emotion and sighed heavily, "Such a beautiful lady should be kept in a golden house and jade palace, not exposed to the baptism of war. She suffered in vain and lost her life. She has no good intentions in following the law. For this reason, I will hold up half of the sky for you in this chaotic world."

Just like he did not long ago, Jun Huang Chenghuang generously expressed his lofty ambitions, but he did not know the words "tragic and heroic". Without heroism, there would be no way to express sadness.

He had never witnessed the rise and fall and tragedy of history, but the heroic words that came out of his mouth seemed to be somewhat true.

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In Wangchen Palace, Cangnanyi rarely did not go into seclusion, and Baili An rarely did not read at night.

Outside the back window of the palace is a clear pond, which becomes even cooler during the Frost Descent. A cold current and wind blows by, and the rustling evening snow makes the air muddy.

The night was as cool as water. Tonight, Cangnan Yi was not wearing her usual flowing green and white dress with wide sleeves. Instead, she was wearing a dark-colored cloak. Her fair skin set off the dark color, and her skin color was brighter than the snow on the top of the mountain.

Although her face was obviously pale and her pink lips showed no color at all, her features were distinct and her gaze was fixed on the starry sky at dawn after a long night. It was clear and a little cold, and when she looked closely in the light of the candle, it seemed to be slightly moist.

She clasped her hands under her thick cloak as if she was afraid of the cold, and gently stroked the fang pendant under her neck with her fingers out of sight, the delicate touch of ice jade sliding between her fingertips.

It was late at night, Cangnanyi yawned sleepily, and even his eyes were lazy.

She looked at the young man squatting in front of the fire, fanning the fire earnestly with a palm-leaf fan. A small clay pot was placed on the red charcoal in the clay stove. Thick hot bubbles were bubbling out of the pot, and inside it was a thick, white porridge as white as milk.

It was clearly just ordinary white porridge, but for some reason, the air was filled with an enticing aroma. On the table under the boy, various side dishes were arranged on simple porcelain plates, including meat, mushrooms, fish, shrimp and seafood, all cleaned and neatly arranged.

The dim light of the evening caressed the handsome eyebrows of the young man, and the thin light dust floated slowly in the air, mixed with the fragrance of rice porridge and medicinal food. Unconsciously, the cold and empty hall was filled with a little more warmth from the incense of the world.

Cangnanyi was extremely tired today. After picking up Bailian from Qiyun Peak, she took a nap and then woke up in the middle of the night.

She sat casually on the bed wrapped in a cloak, without even putting on shoes and socks. She looked at him, her calm features not changing much from before she woke up, her dark eyes revealing no trace of her emotions.

I just don't know since when...

This kid seemed to be treating her Wangchen Palace as his own small kitchen?

Since ancient times, he has always taken it for granted and felt justified in doing things that others dared not even think about.

What’s even more frustrating is that Cangnanyi really has no way to deal with him.

Because at this moment she could smell the aroma of medicinal porridge in the air, and it was extremely rare... in the middle of the night, she actually felt a little hungry.

Bailian scooped out a small half bowl of rice porridge from the clay pot. The porridge became thinner, but the color was still milky white. As it rolled, one could vaguely see unknown medicinal herbs cut into thin threads and ginger slices rolling in it.

He brought a few plates and put some abalone, fresh shrimp, mushrooms and chopped crab meat into the boiling earthenware pot one by one. Then he put the thinly sliced ​​pink beef slices into the boiling porridge.

The thin beef was cooked as soon as it was blanched. Bailian quickly took it out and put it into a small bowl. He scooped a layer of thick white soup on it, sprinkled it with sauce, chopped green onions, sesame seeds and coriander, then waved to Cangnanyi and said, "My queen, you can eat the beef first."

The stove with burning silver charcoal was not far from the empress's bed. She only needed to bend down slightly to take the bowl of beef that Bailian handed to her.

At such a close distance, she was too lazy to get out of bed and took the bowl of beef soaked in hot soup with green onions.

She took a sip of the soup first, and a warm current flowed down her throat to her chest and abdomen, carrying the unique fragrance of grain rice. Her entire stomach felt warm, which made her appetite grow.

Although her daily diet was light, she was not overly particular about abstaining from meat and alcohol.

Use chopsticks to pick up two thin and large slices of beef. The color of the Bailian sauce is very thin and looks very light. The beef is translucent in color and extremely tempting.

Soon, she had finished the small bowl of beef, chewing it slowly and thoroughly.

Cangnanyi held the empty bowl lazily in one hand and handed it over slowly. After drinking a bowl of hot soup, her eyes became brighter and a thin layer of sweat appeared between her upturned nose.

She raised her eyelids and said, "This sauce is really well made. It's a pity that you are a servant to the king. If you were a cook, I think you would be very good."

Bailian had already accepted his role as the king's servant with ease. He smiled and took the empty bowl handed to him by Cangnanyi. The abalone, shrimp and mushrooms in the earthenware jar were already cooked.

He scooped it out carefully, spread it on the bottom of the bowl, and then scooped a spoonful of thick, soft and glutinous white porridge and poured it on top.

A bowl of seafood porridge is freshly prepared.

He sprinkled chopped parsley and green onion on top, stirred it, and took out a thin egg and green onion pancake that had been blanched long ago, handed them to Cang Nanyi, and said with a smile: "There is no conflict between the two. After all... a servant who can cook can please the king more, right?"

Cangnanyi raised his eyebrows slightly.

So this boy looks like he is trying to please her at this moment?

It doesn't look like it.

  Who would serve the king and please him so much that he would be so close to life and roll up his sleeves to cook soup?

She doesn't look like a servant of the king.

Instead, he looks more like a young man who married young and has a sense of being a husband? If he had a child at this time, the picture would surely be more harmonious.

Although this boy looks young, Cangnanyi always feels that he will be a good father.

As soon as this spontaneous thought sprouted in his mind, Cangnanyi was startled.

This is all a mess...

It was just a bowl of beef hotpot, but why did she come up with such thoughts of having warm clothes, full meals, and a room full of fireworks and fairy-like atmosphere?

Cangnanyi looked at the food handed over by Bailian, came back to his senses, frowned, and said: "Do you think I am a pig? It's late at night, how can I eat so much food."

Although she said so, she still took the things handed to her by Bailian without even getting out of bed, like a young lady of a wealthy family who had everything handed to her.

She used chopsticks to break the soft egg pancake into small pieces, soaked it in the soup, and took a bite. The tender and soft texture soaked in the soup spread between her lips and teeth.

It tastes warm.

Cang Nanyi held the bowl and asked, "Is this a medicinal meal?"

Whether it was the soup or the pancake, there was a light and bitter medicinal aroma, which enriched the taste of the food. At the same time, as the warm current entered the stomach, strands of spiritual power flowed into the body's internal organs.

Although the effect was slight, it was real and was repairing her already torn tendons and veins in a meticulous and dense manner.

Her current physical injuries have already reached a point where they are beyond repair. This body is like a thin paper umbrella with holes all over it in a snowstorm.

In this world, there is basically no elixir that can have any effect on her injuries.

I never thought that this small medicinal food could have such a subtle effect.

Although it was impossible to cure her years of illness and new injuries, the soup and porridge she drank could effectively relieve the pain in her tendons, veins and internal organs.

She tasted the medicinal properties in the soup, and it turned out that it could also have the same effect if boiled directly into a decoction.

But how did this boy know that she didn’t like bitter food?

If he stewed a pot of thick black medicine, she would not try a single bite.

Now she only took a nap in the middle of the night, and the porridge in the red clay stove and earthenware pot was already prepared. She thought that since she had just woken up at night and was feeling unwell due to pain, she must not have much appetite to eat.

But every time she threw out her empty bowl, the boy tirelessly brought bowl after bowl filled with new and delicious food to her, while chatting with her about interesting anecdotes from the human world and other countries that had nothing to do with Kunlun Jingxu.

She was eating alone, which was too boring. Bailian wiped the chopsticks with her sleeves, and her shadow on the ground grew longer and taller silently.

The white silver hair spread out on the carpet, cool as moonlight, the skin was cold and white as jade, and the appearance should have been extremely sharp like a steel knife, but at this moment, the edge was completely suppressed, even the pair of slender and sharp silver dragon horns on the forehead had only grown two pairs of small horns protruding slightly on the forehead.

The long hair, as cool as silver snow, did not seem cold under the illumination of the cold and eternal lamp in the palace. Instead, it was like the gurgling sound of hot porridge in the pot, exuding a hint of warmth.

Without any warning, the demon's true form was revealed naturally.

He said nothing, yet it seemed as if he had said everything.

It was completely different from the defensive and vigilant look he had that day in the villa's villa.

He seemed to find the two chains behind him clanking very noisily and annoying, so he simply pulled them off.

The Moonlight Lock left the body and immediately turned into a moon seal hanging between his wrists, sticking to it obediently. It didn't look like the Soul Locking Immortal Clan's treasure that could seal the corpse demon.

Under the demon's body, all five flavors are present.

Bailian turned over another empty bowl, added a bowl of hot porridge and shrimp for himself, and made an egg pancake. He drank the hot porridge, his eyes narrowed happily, and smiled faintly, saying: "It's more fun to have a dinner partner to eat and chat with. If the queen feels that it's boring to eat alone, I will accompany the queen."

He never mentioned how he cultivated his demon body or how he resolved the moonlight lock.

Cangnanyi's movements of drinking porridge were inconvenient, and she showed her lack of interest in Bailian's little secret with a calm heart, but a faint smile appeared in her beautiful dark blue eyes.

Bailian didn't say anything, and Cangnanyi didn't ask a single question either.

It was as if the person sitting in front of him was the corpse demon proton whose cultivation was sealed and whose body was weak and unable to protect himself.

Before they knew it, the large pot of porridge hotpot had all gone into their stomachs.

Bailian took the empty bowl and jade chopsticks handed over by Cangnan Yi as if he was serving the empress dowager. He watched her lazily narrow her graceful eyes, gently stroke her belly, and lean against the bed curtain. Her appearance remained unchanged. Even after waking up and having a meal, she was still so charming that it was impossible to look directly at her.

Bailian quickly cleaned up the dishes and cleared away the earthenware pots and plates, leaving only the small red clay stove and the burning charcoal fire.

The sky was still dark, and the morning was still far away.

Bailian sat cross-legged on the thick blanket on the ground, thought for a moment, and said, "Your Majesty, what do you think is the chance of the emperor getting married in the wilderness?"

After having a full meal, it is rare that I don’t feel sleepy in the middle of the night.

Hearing Bailian say this, Cangnan raised his eyelids, smiled faintly, and said: "We had a lot of time when we were eating just now, why didn't you chat? It must be uncomfortable to hold it in until now, right?"

Bailian smiled and said, "Eating and enjoying food is a kind of lazy pleasure. If we talk about such national affairs at this time, the rice in the bowl will come to take revenge and become not so delicious."

Cangnanyi was a little surprised.

So when he was drinking porridge and eating hot pot just now, this kid only talked about the romantic and strange things in the world, and interesting things he saw and heard from all sides.

He never mentioned anything about the events in Kunlun Mountain, the fairyland, or even the Nine Netherworlds and Six Paths.

The whole thing was just to take her to enjoy an ordinary night snack that many ordinary people like.