Chapter 350: I would have set my heart to the bright moon
Chapter 350 I originally set my heart to the bright moon
Zhu Xiurong has returned to his attic. Fang Jifan can't remember the name of the attic, but the place is very familiar. When he enters the attic, Nanny Liu is still waiting here according to Queen Zhang's order.
She greeted Fang Jifan in fear, and saw Zhu Xiurong smiling, sitting with her body bent and waiting.
Fang Jifan stepped forward and saluted: "I have seen His Highness, and His Highness looks much better than before."
Zhu Xiurong seemed to be looking forward to Fang Jifan's arrival, and said, "Cake, have you received it?"
Fang Jifan remembered the last time His Majesty gave food, and His Royal Highness specially gave him cakes. It's a pity that Zhu Houzhao snatched it away in the end.
Fang Jifan sighed in his heart. It is said that after Zhu Houzhao ate it, he even said it was unpalatable and vomited it. At this point, it seems that he should thank His Royal Highness for testing him.
But...Fang Jifan can't let Zhu Xiurong down, of course, it's his wish, and he can't work hard for you, so why don't you talk badly about it!
He smiled and said: "It's rare for His Highness to bother, so naturally I received it."
Zhu Xiurong smiled sweetly, and immediately showed a look of anticipation, and felt a little embarrassed: "You...do you think...delicious?"
Fang Jifan is an upright person, but no matter how upright he is, he is not stupid. He said happily: "It's delicious, very sweet, and Her Royal Highness's cooking skills are very admirable."
"..."
Just hearing this, Zhu Xiurong looked at Fang Jifan with a strange look.
Fang Jifan looked a bit puzzled, could it be... because he was so moved that he cried?
From the looks of it, it doesn't seem right.
Fang Jifan even felt the faint wind blowing in the back of his head.
In Zhu Xiurong's watery eyes, a drop of crystal clear tears began to appear.
Seeing that Fang Jifan felt a little distressed, he hurriedly said, "Your Highness..."
Zhu Xiurong burst into tears, and said sullenly: "The pastry didn't put sugar, but salt. I heard that potatoes and sweet potatoes have a sweet taste. I was afraid that you would eat too much sweetness, so I put a little salt..."
"..."
Fang Jifan was a little confused, why didn't he say it earlier.
Zhu Xiurong felt very aggrieved. The pastry was painstakingly made. I personally kneaded the dough, kneaded the dough, and put it in the steamer. It took a whole afternoon, and even burned my arm. You have to endure the eunuchs in the imperial dining room chattering non-stop, saying that His Highness be careful at every turn.
Turns out...you tell me it's sweet now!
I originally set my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch!
Fang Jifan was stunned, making cakes, do you still put salt?
Seeing Zhu Xiurong's desolate look, Fang Jifan's heart softened, and he sat down calmly at the side, looked at Zhu Xiurong seriously and asked, "Can your Highness know how to paint?"
"What... what?" Zhu Xiurong lowered his head and tugged on his sleeves, looking very aggrieved.
Fang Jifan said: "I have a student who is good at painting. He is called the second. No one dares to be the first except his teacher."
"..."
Fang Jifan himself is happy, that scumbag Tang Yin, that's the only way he has a future.
"Your Highness, you know that the worst thing to do in painting is realism. If you want to paint a beauty like His Highness, if you copy His Highness's facial features, the more they resemble you, the worse it will be. But if you just sketch a few strokes , only barely draw the meaning, and then leave a large area of blank space, this is called freehand brushwork, which is the artistic conception of painting."
Obviously, Fang Jifan successfully diverted Zhu Xiurong's focus.
Seeing that the tears on Zhu Xiurong's face finally stopped, he said, "Well, this... I know something."
Fang Jifan smiled: "The same is true for this pastry. How could I not know that this pastry is salty, but the pastry is His Highness's heart, how could I not know it? Therefore, when eating pastries, it is like painting. The taste of the mouth In fact, it is not important anymore, what is important...is His Highness's intentions, this intention makes the minister's heart sweet, naturally, no matter what the taste of the pastries, they all feel sweet and delicious, isn't this the same as the freehand brushwork in the paintings? Is it the same thing?"
"I..." Zhu Xiurong blushed beautifully, then felt ashamed again, and murmured: "I misunderstood you, and thought you didn't care about that pastry."
Fang Jifan said eloquently: "Nonsense, what are you talking about? I love His Highness's cakes the most. Your Highness knows that I like salty food. How did Your Highness know?"
Zhu Xiurong opened a pair of big clear eyes and said: "I... I guessed."
Fang Jifan was moved, stretched out his hand, felt Zhu Xiurong's pulse, felt the temperature on Zhu Xiurong's skin, and said with emotion: "Your Highness still knows me."
Fang Jifan was actually very ashamed in his heart, quite ashamed, he... lied again, but this... should be a white lie.
Zhu Xiurong muttered, chewing on Fang Jifan's words, she blamed Fang Jifan for being wrong, and felt ashamed, but also a little unreasonable joy!
It's just that she grew up under the strict discipline of Queen Zhang. Fang Jifan's expression was a little blunt, which made her a little timid, and her heart beat a lot faster.
She was in a mess, and she didn't know what to say in response to Fang Jifan.
Fang Jifan saw that she didn't speak, and it was hard to open his mouth. Why does a person who blames himself for being so honest always fall into a situation of lying? Is it true that honest people are really tolerated in this world?
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, after finishing his pulse, Fang Jifan got up and bowed: "Your Highness looks very good, congratulations, minister..."
"Wait, I have something to say." Seeing that Fang Jifan seemed to be leaving, Zhu Xiurong no longer cared about the accelerated heartbeat, and said with deep eyes, "What... what have you been doing lately?"
"..." Fang Jifan thought for a while and said, "It's nothing more than painting, teaching, and so on. Occasionally, he will go deep into the refugees with His Royal Highness to experience the suffering of the people."
"You...do you still raise pigs?"
"Who did you listen to?"
Actually, Fang Jifan regretted asking this sentence.
Master, besides that His Royal Highness who can never hold back the wind, who else can there be? How long has it been, and everyone knows it.
Fang Jifan said honestly: "Yes."
Zhu Xiurong frowned slightly and said: "There is nothing wrong with raising pigs, but... the queen mother said just now, why don't you raise pigs, but raise pigs. After hearing this, others thought you did it on purpose. Besides, what's the use of raising pigs?" , since it makes people laugh after listening to it, this pig is not decent at all..."
Fang Jifan knew that Zhu Xiurong must have heard something.
Pig raising is indeed ridiculous in this era.
Because on the one hand, ordinary aristocrats don’t like to eat pork unless there are some special food ingredients. The taste is too embarrassing, and the texture and meat quality are not good.
Although in the early Ming Dynasty, because Emperor Taizu Gao was born in Caomang, some pork was used as an ingredient in the diet recipes in the palace, but gradually, the palace ate less and less.
Ordinary people will not raise pigs when they are full.
Fang Jifan did the opposite, but Empress Zhang didn't necessarily complain, but felt that if the news spread, Fang Jifan's reputation would be hindered.
Fang Jifan was quite calm about this, smiled and said: "Decent or not, it depends on whether a person does good or bad things, not what he does. People like Chen are willing to be happy as long as they are good for the world. do it."
Zhu Xiurong couldn't help being surprised, staring at Fang Jifan and said: "Can raising pigs benefit the world?"
"It's natural."
"You have to be more careful." Zhu Xiurong said: "People outside like to gossip, they may not think so. You shouldn't tell brother about this, brother can't control his mouth."
"I found out too." Fang Jifan said helplessly.
Under Zhu Xiurong's worried eyes, Fang Jifan left.
Every time he saw Zhu Xiurong, Fang Jifan felt warm in his heart. He couldn't help sighing that it was a headache for the old Zhu family to have a son like Zhu Houzhao, but it was a blessing to have a daughter like Zhu Xiurong.
………
"What...Fang Jifan is raising pigs?"
poof...
Early the next morning, Ma Wensheng, Minister of the Ministry of War, was in the public room. He had just taken a sip of tea, and then the tea spouted out.
He glared at the officials and said, "It's not as important as voyages to the West. The countless energies and inexhaustible money and food of various ministries are all directed at his disciples. At this time, Fang Jifan shouldn't Is it because he is anxious? He actually went to raise pigs?"
Ma Wensheng didn't sleep all night, and he was already irritable. At this moment, he really wanted to find a rope to hang on the beam, so he could just die.
For him now, the Ministry of War has nothing more important than Xu Jing. Xu Jing has already gone to sea, thinking 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, when people inquire, this guy actually went to raise pigs.
This is not bad!
He turned around anxiously: "The son of the dignified marquis, the earl of Daming, the young Zhan Shi of Zhan Shifu, the co-principal of Xishan Academy, Qianhu of the Qianhu Institute of Habayashi Wei Tuntian, what kind of pig is he going to raise? How ridiculous is that?" He is not afraid of being laughed at by the world. What is the use of raising pigs? Is it important? What can be raised? His taste is so unique, how could he not be seen in the past."
The entire military department is full of mourners.
Fang Jifan went to raise pigs.
Almost no one can understand. You said that if you want to eat meat, you should raise sheep. Everyone likes mutton, and raising pigs is more sloppy. Who would eat this pork? How much meat can you produce?
"It is said that the streets and alleys are crazy, and I have never heard of the earl personally raising pigs..."
"Hey..." Ma Wensheng sighed: "This voyage to the West...is probably going to be over.
…………
Above the ocean.
Thousands of miles of blue waves, with no end in sight.
Three sea-going ships travel southward in the shape of a character.
The mottled hull is covered with moss. The boat is not big, but it is full of sails. Along the wind, the ship sailed all the way across the sea.
Standing on the ship's side, a man's eyes were looking at the sea and sky line, then he looked up at the seagulls circling in the sky, and said firmly: "There are seabirds, and there is land ahead..."
(end of this chapter)