Chapter 350: : I would have my heart towards the moon

Zhu Xiurong has returned to his loft. The name of the loft, Fang Jifanji does not live well, but the place is more familiar, and when he enters the cabinet, Liu Ma still waits under the order of Queen Zhang.
She greeted Fang Jifan in fear, and she saw Zhu Xiurong smiled, sitting down and waiting.
Fang Jifan paid a courtesy ceremony: "I have seen His Royal Highness, and His look is much better than before."
Zhu Xiurong seemed to be expecting Fang Jifan to come and said, "Did you receive the pastry?"
Fang Jifan remembered the last time His Majesty gave food, and Her Royal Highness Princess specially gave herself cakes. It's a pity that in the end he was snatched by Zhu Houzhao.
Fang Jifan sighed in his heart. It is said that after Zhu Houzhao had eaten it, he even said it was unpalatable and vomited directly. At this point, it seems that he should thank His Royal Highness for testing the poison.
However ... Fang Jifan can't disappoint Zhu Xiurong naturally, it always belongs to others' minds, they can't work hard for you, you still say it's uncomfortable!
He smiled and said: "It's rare that Your Highness is bothered, and naturally received it."
Zhu Xiurong smiled, and immediately showed the look of expectation, but also felt a little embarrassed: "Do you ... do you think ... delicious?"
Fang Jifan is an upright person, but he can be upright, but not stupid. He is very happy: "It's delicious, it's very sweet, and the cooking of Her Royal Highness is very admirable."
"..."
Just for this, Zhu Xiurong looked at Fang Jifan with a strange look.
Fang Jifan looked a little baffled, is it ... because he was moved to cry?
But it seems wrong.
Fang Jifan even felt the faint breeze behind his head.
In Zhu Xiurong's watery eyes, a clear tear began to pour out.
Seeing that Fang Jifan felt a little bit distressed, he was busy and said, "His Royal Highness ..."
Zhu Xiurong whimpered with tears, and said with a bit of anger: "That cake doesn't have sugar, it's salt. I heard that potatoes and sweet potatoes have sweet taste. I'm afraid you eat too much sweet taste, so I put a little salt ..."
"..."
Fang Jifan was a little ignorant and lying down, why didn't he say it early?
Zhu Xiurong felt very wronged, but the pastry was made with great pains. The dough was kneaded in person, the dough was kneaded in person, and put in the steamer in person. It took a whole afternoon to even burn the arm. To endure the constant chattering of the eunuchs in the imperial dining room, the words of your Highness being careful.
As a result ... you tell me that it is sweet now!
I would have my heart towards the moon, but moonlight shines!
Fang Jifan froze, making cakes, do you still put salt?
Seeing Zhu Xiurong's sorrowful appearance, Fang Jifan was soft in his heart and sat down calmly, looking at Zhu Xiurong seriously: "Can Your Highness paint?"
"Wh ... what?" Zhu Xiurong bowed his head and pulled his sleeve, looking very wronged.
Fang Jifan said: "I have a disciple who can do painting. He calls second. No one dares to call first except his teacher."
"..."
Fang Jifan himself was happy, and Tang Yin's scum was a bit promising for this.
"Your Highness knows that the worst way to paint is realism. If you want to paint a beauty like His Highness, if you capture all the features of your Highness, the more you look like it, you will fall into the lower class. But if you just sketch a few strokes , Only reluctantly to draw its meaning, and then leave a large piece of blank, this is called freehand, this is the artistic conception of painting. "
Obviously, Fang Jifan successfully transferred Zhu Xiurong's focus.
The tears on Zhu Xiurong's face finally stopped, saying, "Well, this ... I know some."
Fang Jifan smiled: "This is also the case with pastries. How would I not know that the pastries are salty, but the pastries are a piece of the Lord's heart, how would he not know? Therefore, when eating pastries, it tastes like a painting, the taste of the entrance Actually, it is not important anymore, it is important ... It is the intention of His Highness. This intention makes the hearts of the officials sweet and nourishing. Naturally, no matter what the taste of the pastry is, it feels sweet and delicious. Is there any difference in the same work? "
"I ..." Zhu Xiurong's face flushed blushingly, and then she was ashamed again, murmured: "I misunderstood you, and thought you weren't that rare pastry."
Fang Jifan Zhenzhen said eloquently: "What nonsense is this? I like to eat His Highness's pastries the most. His Royal Highness actually knew that I love salty food. How did His Highness know?"
Zhu Xiurong opened his eyes with clear eyes: "I ... I guess."
Fang Jifan moved, reached out, took Zhu Xiurong's veins, felt the temperature on Zhu Xiurong's skin, and said with emotion: "Your Highness knows me."
Fang Jifan was actually very ashamed and quite ashamed. He ... lied again, but this ... should be a lie in good faith.
Zhu Xiurong shouted and chewed Fang Jifan's words, it was she who blamed Fang Jifan, she was ashamed again, but she was a little unreasonably happy!
It's just that she grew up under the strict discipline of Queen Zhang since she was a child. Fang Jifan revealed that she was straightforward, which made her feel a little timid and her heart beat faster.
There was a mess in her heart, and she didn't know what to say for a while to respond to Fang Jifan.
When Fang Jifan saw that she didn't speak, she couldn't speak well, and she blamed herself for being so honest. Why did she always fall into a lie? Is it true that honest people in this world are really intolerant?
The atmosphere was awkward, and after finishing the pulse, Fang Jifan stood up and said: "His Royal Highness looks good, he can celebrate, minister ..."
"You wait, I have something to say." Seeing that Fang Jifan seemed to leave, Zhu Xiurong no longer ignored the accelerated heartbeat, and stared deeply: "What are you ... what are you doing recently?"
"..." Fang Jifan thought for a while and said: "It's nothing more than painting, teaching, etc., and occasionally going deep into the refugees with His Royal Highness Prince, experiencing the sufferings of the people."
"You ... do you still have pigs?"
"Who do you listen to?"
In fact, Fang Jifan regretted this question.
Uncle's, except for His Highness the Prince, who can never hold the wind in his mouth, who else can there be? How long has it been known to everyone?
Fang Jifan honestly said: "Yes."
Zhu Xiurong frowned slightly: "It's not a bad thing to raise pigs, but ... the mother only said, you don't raise pigs, you just raise pigs. Others listened and thought you did it on purpose. Besides, what's the point of raising pigs? It ’s used to teach people to listen to jokes, this pig is not decent ... "
Fang Jifan knew that Zhu Xiurong must have heard something.
Pig farming is indeed ridiculous in this era.
Because on the one hand, unless some special food ingredients, ordinary nobles, don't like pork, the taste is too blatant, and the taste and meat quality are not good, only the pariah eat these things.
Although in the early Ming Dynasty, Emperor Taizu Gao was once born in the grass, so there are some pork in the palace's dietary recipes as ingredients, but gradually, the palace eats less and less.
Ordinary people don't eat enough to raise pigs.
But Fang Jifan did the opposite, and Queen Zhang did not necessarily complain, but felt that the reputation of the other party was hindered.
Fang Jifan was quite calm and smiled and said: "Decent or not, it depends on whether a person is doing good or bad, rather than what he is doing. A person like a servant, as long as it is good for the people of the world, he is willing to take it easy. Do it. "
Zhu Xiurong couldn't help but be surprised, staring at Fang Jifan said: "Can pig farming also benefit the world?"
"This is nature."
"You have to be more careful." Zhu Xiurong said: "The people outside love gossip, they may not think so. You shouldn't tell your brother about this. You can't control your mouth."
"I also found out." Fang Jifan was very helpless.
Under Zhu Xiurong's worried eyes, Fang Jifan left.
Every time I saw Zhu Xiurong, it made Fang Jifan feel warm in his heart. I couldn't help but sigh. The old Zhu family gave birth to such a son as Zhu Houzhao. It was a headache, but it was a blessing to have such a daughter as Zhu Xiurong.
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"What ... Fang Jifan is raising pigs?"
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Early the next morning, Ma Wensheng, Shang Shu of the Ministry of Military Affairs, was in the public room, and he just had a sip of tea, and then the tea was poured out.
He stared at Wen Li and said: "It doesn't matter if it's a big thing, it doesn't have to go to the west. The countless energy of the various departments and the countless amount of money are now all directed at his disciples. At this time, his party should not be Is it anxious? He went to raise pigs? "
Ma Wensheng stayed awake all night ~ EbookFREE.me ~ was already upset. At this time, I really wanted to find a rope to hang on the beam and simply died clean.
The Ministry of Military Affairs now has nothing more important to him than the Xu Jing. Xu Jing has gone to sea and thinks about it. Even if he wants to wait for his news, he may not be able to wait. It seems that it is better to stare at Fang Jifan, but Who knows, let me inquire, this man actually went to raise pigs.
This is okay!
He was in a hurry: "The son of the marquis marquise, the earl of Daming, the young master of the House of Chans, the same dean of Xishan Academy, the thousand households of the Thousand Households in Yulinwei Tuntian, what pig is he going to raise? This is ridiculous He ’s not afraid of jokes in the world, what is the use of raising pigs? Is it important? What can he raise? His fun is so unique, how could he never be seen as such a person before. "
Up and down the headquarters, it is already mourning.
Fang Jifan went to raise pigs.
Almost no one can understand, if you want to eat meat, then raise sheep, everyone loves it, and pigs are more sloppy. Who is willing to eat this pork? How much meat can be produced?
"It is said that all the streets and streets are crazy, and I have never heard of an earl going to raise pigs in person ..."
"Hey ..." Ma Wensheng sighed: "This is going to the west ... I'm afraid it will be over.
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Above the ocean.
Wan Libibo, can't see the end at a glance.
Three sea-going ships travel south all the way in the shape of a pin.
The mottled hull was covered with moss, but the boat was not big, but it was covered with sails. The ship sailed across the sea all the way down the wind.
Standing on the side of the ship, a man's eyes are looking at the sea and sky, and then he looks up at the seagulls hovering above and firmly said: "There are seabirds, in front ... there is land."
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