Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

On the second day, Defang went for a walk in the garden after breakfast. Seeing the flowers in the garden, she was in a good mood, so she asked Baili to invite Concubine Di to watch it together, but Baili ran back and said that Concubine Di was cooking soup for her in the dining room. Cong Pu, so Defang had to enjoy the flowers alone, without his wife to accompany her, Defang always felt that something was missing. Thinking of saying yesterday that she was going to see her uncle Song Yuanhan, she walked to the courtyard, and Defang smelled it from a distance. What "Baili, what does this smell like? It seems like something is burnt?"

Baili sniffed it, "It seems to smell like paste."

Defang and Baili walked near a side courtyard, and the smell of burning was even stronger. Defang looked in from the stone arch, and saw Song Yuanhan squatting on the ground with his back to them and lowering his head, doing something. Smoking some smoke, it was obvious that the burning smell came from here, Defang tilted her head and asked softly, "Baili, uncle, what is he doing here?"

"Should I burn wood and bake something myself?"

"What to bake?" Defang looked at Baili, "Is the meal in the palace not good? What else do you want to bake yourself?"

"My uncle just likes to do strange things." Baili smiled, "My lord, go over and have a look, maybe it's some wild game, you can try it too."

"Just know how to eat." Defang nodded Baili's head, "Go, go and have a look."

The two quietly walked behind Song Yuanhan, Defang turned his head to see what Song Yuanhan was doing in front of him, and saw a stone furnace in front of him, with a small casserole on it, which was dark inside, and Song Yuanhan kept adding water as he wiped his sweat Agitated, Defang asked, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

Song Yuanhan was obviously frightened, and sat down on the ground. He turned his head and looked at Defang with wide eyes, "Wang, lord."

Seeing him so quickly, Defang helped him up, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yuanhan stood up, "I. I'm fine. Why are you here?"

"The lonely king hasn't seen uncle for almost a month, so I came here today to see what you're doing, what are you doing?"

"No, it's nothing." Song Yuanhan blocked De Fang, "My lord, please sit in the room, and I'll pour you tea."

"Why? Why don't you make something delicious without showing it to the lonely king?"

"No, no, there's nothing to eat."

Defang pushed aside Song Yuanhan and knelt down to look at the dark things in the pot and asked, "Uncle, what are these dark things? Why does it smell like burning."

Song Yuanhan frowned and didn't know what to say. Defang stood up and looked at Song Yuanhan, "Uncle, have you lost weight? Didn't you eat well or didn't sleep well?"

"No. Um. Oh, I'm exercising and I can't be too fat."

"Hehehe" Defang laughed after hearing this, "You're not fat at all, but now you don't look so good, are you sick? Baili, go and ask the medical officer to come over and feel uncle's pulse."

"No need," Song Yuanhan held Baili back, "I'm fine, really."

"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

"My lord, I'm really fine."

"Well, the more you say it's okay, the more Gu Wang thinks something is wrong, Baili, go."

"Yes" Baili turned around and ran to find the medical officer, Defang looked at the casserole again, "Uncle, these smell bad, and it doesn't matter what you do, take it off quickly."

"Okay, okay" Song Yuanhan hurriedly took down the casserole and put out the fire. At this time, the medical officer also arrived, and several people returned to the house. The medical officer took Song Yuanhan's pulse and said, "My lord, my uncle is not in good health, so his face is pale. Difference."