Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1299: Tianyi Noblewoman’s Recipe

【They said they were very grateful! 】

"Say something." Shangluo asked, "I gave them the sacrificial meat that I like very much. After they eat it, they must say something, right?"

[They are busy eating and have no time to talk now.]

Even when Shangluo went to bed, Tianyi Guiren was still eating. The noise in the iron box outside seemed to be getting louder and louder, as if they were calling their friends and inviting Tianyi Guiren from far away to come and eat together.

Shangluo just treated it as a hamster running on a wheel at home and didn't pay much attention to it.

He put on the "sandbag". The weighted sandbag he got from Fu Yuanshan was recently used as an eye mask. Because if he didn't wear the sandbag, his control over his dreams seemed too clear, making him want to do his homework in his dreams - which greatly affected his sleep quality.

After putting on the sandbag and controlling his own cultivation, he was finally able to have a sound sleep like an ordinary person.

Shangluo entered a dream——

In the dream, he was still in the Taimiao.

"Hey, I'm wearing a sandbag, but how come I can still sense that I'm dreaming?"

As his cultivation gradually improved, even the sandbags were not as effective. Because he was very familiar with his dreams, it was difficult not to notice some errors caused by his habits. For example, he saw Wen Yuan standing outside the Taimiao. He thought Wen Yuan was a Jinyiwei on guard. When he first met Wen Yuan, Wen Yuan had been on guard for him. So whenever he encountered a situation where someone was on guard in his dreams, he would dream of this guy.

"Eh~~"

He was a little tired because he had a dream about work. But then he thought, since it was in a dream, he could steal the tribute from the Taimiao. During the day, he actually wanted to eat the peach on the table, because the peach was bigger than a fist, and the shape was a very classic "fart peach". It was difficult to find such a regular peach. He looked inside and saw that the peach was indeed placed on top, right in front of Emperor Taizu Gao.

Shangluo knew that the peaches were actually edible. But the sacrificial meat was more advanced than the peaches. Only the sacrificial meat had commemorative significance, while fruits and the like were usually distributed nearby, such as what was taken home by the Jinyiwei. He also asked Wen Yuan, and Wen Yuan said that usually when they took it back, they would offer it to their ancestors for one night before eating it. It was just like the mooncakes that were distributed during the Mid-Autumn Festival, which were specially used for offerings.

But seeing such a standard-looking peach, it’s hard not to want to eat it.

"Oh, sorry~~ Anyway, we can eat after the sacrifice." He rubbed his hands and walked into the Taimiao again. He saw the offerings lined up, and it seemed that all the offerings had been made.

He walked up to the Emperor Taizu Zhu Hongwu and simply waved: "Sorry, since I have already offered it, let me eat it."

"Sure, you can eat it."

"Thank you." Shangluo picked up the peach and took a bite when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He suddenly looked up and saw a fat old man with a round face sitting on the dragon throne, looking at him with a smile across the tribute table and the big nine-tier candlestick:
"If you eat my peach, you are a member of our family."

"?????"

Shangluo woke up suddenly.

I suddenly sat up from the bed and it was already bright outside the window.

Zhu Ling was standing in front of his window.

"????" Shangluo suddenly shrank to one side while holding the quilt, "Why are you here?"

"Ah, I'm so sleepy. But I didn't sleep well last night, and I always felt that I had something to talk to you about. But I forgot it after I woke up. So I asked Song Shanggong to bring me here. Hey, is there anything I want to talk to you about?" "Ask me. Shouldn't you ask yourself?"

Zhu Ling squinted her eyes and looked at the sky: "Yes, I should ask myself. But it seems that someone said something to me. It seems to be the fat old man sitting behind the candlestick. He looks so familiar. But who is that? Forget it." She shook her head:
"Since we're here now, do you have anything for breakfast?"

"Would you like some sacrificial meat?"

"No. I've already vomited. I can't finish it. Forget it, I'll make some myself. Do you have rice or flour at home? I'll go make some steamed bread and feed it to you."

“Isn’t this panda fodder to you?”

"Well, it's feed, but it doesn't stop me from eating a couple of them to fill my stomach. After all, I own Yuyuan, so eating my own feed doesn't count as stealing."

"Then I'll trouble you."

Zhu Ling was about to go out: "Hey, I remember now, that incident seems to be related to the sacrificial meat. It seems that in the place where the sacrificial meat was placed, I saw someone eating peaches there?"

[Hey, hey, hey, are you two still online in your dreams? ? ? ]

"Well, Zhu Ling! Do you think it would taste better if the sacrificial meat was wrapped in steamed bread?" Shangluo quickly changed the subject.

"Meat steamed bread?" Zhu Ling thought for a moment, "It sounds good. Wait, I'll go try it. Oh, by the way, I brought back the Tianyi nobleman you fed in the yard for you. He ate it so cleanly. Your Tianyi nobleman is really sensible."

Shangluo changed his clothes and went out. It was called a yard, but it was actually his patio, which was only two or three square meters in size, just enough to put a water tank. It was not a yard in any way, but Zhu Ling was used to calling the open-air part of the house a yard.

In the yard, Jianmu has grown tall, so the signal in his house is so good. When he was connected to the Internet before, he relied on Jianmu's help to communicate via video.

[Shangluo. You dreamed about online communication last night, right? Do you think it has something to do with Jianmu? ]

"Do you know what I dreamed about? I dreamed about the Zhu family's Taizu Gaohuangdi."

[Good fellow! Then I really want to see your dream. Is it the shoe horn or the fat face? ]

"Just like in the portrait, it's a fat face. Maybe it's because Jianmu was also used in the Imperial Ancestral Temple. I actually connected to it while I was dreaming."

Shangluo knew that many buildings in the Grand Palace were supported by Jianmu, and the Imperial Ancestral Temple must be one of them.

"But it seems quite fun?"

The taste of the "fart peach" was indeed delicious. The shape was exactly the same as the peach he had seen during the day, and the taste was also consistent with what he imagined the "big peach" would taste like.

[In fact, if the peach is really that big, it may not taste so good, and it may be a little hard. But Shangluo, do you still want to play with this? ]

"Can we play?"

[The night in Alexandria is like this. The students of the Palace of Muses also wander around in their dreams. If you want to build one here, it's not impossible. In this way, all of you can meet in your dreams and secretly plan to form a private army without delaying your daytime work. How about it, isn't it a genius plan? ]

(End of this chapter)