The Empress of the Qing Dynasty is from the Northeast

Changning watched Yinzhen drink two bowls of ginger soup before stopping.

Yinzhen felt the spicy and hot touch in his mouth, and felt that the two bowls of ginger soup had dispelled all the coldness in his body. From the inside out, all the inexplicable emotions in his body were also dissipated along with the spicy ginger soup.

"Is dinner ready for dinner?" Yinzhen turned around and looked at her.

Chang Ning was stunned for a moment: "How about a bowl of spicy beef noodles? There are also dry pot spicy shrimp and Sichuan-style duck."

On this cold night, eating some hot noodle soup and spicy dishes is the best way to ward off the cold.

Yinzhen nodded: "That's it, bring some more spicy dishes, serve the meal."

The spicy beef noodles made by Eunuch Ma this time were quite filling. The beef inside had been stewed for five or six hours and melted in the mouth. The lean parts were not dry and did not get stuck in the teeth at all.

The aroma of the butter had completely melted away, with a layer of red chili oil floating on top. Yinzhen added a whole spoonful of chili oil, and the whole bowl seemed to be marinated with the chili.

He ate the noodles with big mouthfuls, casually and elegantly, without making the "slurping" sound that ordinary people make. Changning thought that was quite impressive.

But it seems that he is really hungry.

He picked up a large lump of noodles with his chopsticks and went into it in three or two mouthfuls. The beef was big, with more than ten pieces in his bowl. He ate two pieces at a time with his chopsticks, and soon the bowl was almost empty.

Yinzhen still felt it was not enough, so he asked the eunuch to serve another bowl. This time he scooped out five or six spoonfuls of chili oil. No other colors could be seen in the bowl, only the red and yellow oil. He even picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup. Immediately, the tip of his nose was sweaty and his forehead was sweating. He looked very happy.

After eating another half bowl of noodles, he ate pickled garlic one bite at a time to relieve the greasiness, and also had the dry-fried lamb chops that Eunuch Ma had brought in tonight. The lamb chops were roasted until crispy, and were sizzling with oil, and sprinkled with a thick layer of cumin powder and chili powder. He took a bite and it was tender and juicy, fragrant and spicy. He choked and sneezed, tears came out, and his eyes were red.

Changning was startled and hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and tears, but Yinzhen waved his hand and said, "Wipe it after you finish eating."

So, Changning watched him show off the whole plate of super spicy dry-fried lamb chops, and then drank up the beef noodle soup soaked in chili oil.

Changning twitched his lips slightly and felt his buttocks were a little painful.

Yinzhen shed a lot of tears and snot due to the spicy food. His eye circles were red and his mouth was swollen from the spiciness. Changning found it both funny and distressing, and ordered someone to quickly make some chrysanthemum tea and honeysuckle water to reduce internal heat.

"Why are you eating such spicy food today? If you weren't old, you would definitely get acne tomorrow!" Changning asked all the palace maids to leave. After all, the emperor's appearance was still not very decent.

Yinzhen cried because of the spiciness of the food. He felt much better now, but he also felt a burning sensation in his stomach because he ate too much just now. When he thought of Tong E'niang, he was a little out of control. He suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart and did not lose his composure in public.

But now he is almost at the point of losing his composure in public.

After drinking two cups of chrysanthemum tea, Yinzhen felt that the anger that was rising to the top of his head was finally cooled down a little.

"Oh, I better not eat spicy food like this in the future. My stomach hurts so much." Yinzhen covered his stomach, feeling very uncomfortable.

Changning was even more helpless and speechless, so he asked Bai Zhu to come over to take his pulse and prescribe some medicine. Zhao Fuhai prepared the medicine himself and brought it to him. After drinking two bowls, he felt much better.

Chang Ning couldn't help laughing: "You must have drunk six or seven bowls of wine in one night. They say that the prime minister's stomach can hold a boat. I think the emperor's stomach can hold a boat too."

Yinzhen was a little annoyed by her teasing, so he pulled her over and slapped her hard on the butt twice. He felt the cotton-like touch and was a little reluctant, and his anger was rising.

Chang Ning glared at him, and the next second she was picked up by a man who had a belly full of hot mutton and thrown onto the bed.

The symphony of the night begins to play.

Changning, who was drowsy and almost falling asleep, had one last thought: how could mutton have this effect?

The next morning, when Changning woke up, it was already late. Yinzhen had returned from court. It was rare that he did not go to the Yangxin Palace to handle government affairs. After all, he was leaving tomorrow, so he planned to stay in Chengqian Palace.

Looking at the red and swollen pimple on Yinzhen's mouth, Changning laughed at him unscrupulously and said, "People say this is a pimple caused by youth and beauty. It seems that our emperor is still young."

Yinzhen knew that she was making fun of him, so he looked at her ambiguously and asked with a chuckle: "You recovered quickly today, why don't we compete again tonight?"

Chang Ning waved her hands quickly: "No, no, Your Majesty, don't bear grudges against me, so please don't take it personally."

At noon today, the children all came back. It was a rare day of rest in the study. Because they will set out for Mulan Paddock tomorrow, they finally have a chance to catch their breath.

Changning felt distressed when she saw the children looking tired from studying. They had to go to school at five o'clock every day and were still at the age of growing up. It seemed like they didn't get enough sleep. Moreover, the education of the princes of the Qing Dynasty was too, too, too, too strict.

This is all thanks to the previous Emperor Kangxi, who was particularly fond of pushing his children forward.

The prince can only have three days of rest a year while studying.

One day is the Emperor’s birthday, one day is New Year’s Day, and one day is my own birthday.

Changning felt extremely fortunate when thinking about his modern summer and winter vacations that lasted more than 40 days.

Social progress is good...

Of course, compulsory education and elite education are definitely different.

She also doesn't know how Gates' and Jack Ma's children are raised, but maybe they are also raised around the clock.

As for what the children are learning, Changning originally wanted to show her maternal love and experience the feeling of tutoring children. After all, she graduated from a prestigious university, a 211 institution, and was also the Chinese class representative. However, when she saw their class schedule, she felt a little dizzy.

What about Manchu, Mongolian, horseback archery, bow pulling, Buku, poetry, astronomy, geography...

Do you have to learn so much?

This is the top royal education...

It's no wonder that Hongchen can never sit still. At the age of three or four, it's the time to go to kindergarten and sing nursery rhymes. It would be strange if he could sit still for a whole day.

However, Yinzhen also reduced the workload of Hongmin and Hongchen because they were still young. After all, they were too weak to ride horses, and they could sleep a little longer in the morning.

But it seems that the other children have adapted well, especially Hongyan, who had studied in the study room before and is now very adept at it, like a fish in water.

Hong Zhao's temperament has become more stable now, not as impetuous and jumpy as before, but when he arrived at Chengqian Palace, the first thing he said was: "Father, why do you have acne again?"