My historian is dying every day

Night dreams are flying like autumn leaves, Qi Yu only feels that he has given up his life in the study for the past few days, and last night he has given up his life to Wen Yanzhi again. very heavy.In a daze, he seemed to feel that when the sky was shining through the window, something soft on his lips bit him. When he really opened his eyes from Shen Ke's dream, it seemed that a long time had passed, and the embroidered pillow around him was empty.

He turned over lazily, watching the morning light fall from the grille to the ground outside the window, his eyes slowly rolled up with a smile.

——This idiot got up so early and ran away after kissing?

Yes, this is very gentle.He decided to recharge his batteries and wait for the idiot to come back and throw himself into the trap.

...In the end, after waiting for two sticks of incense, Wen Yanzhi didn't come back, probably because he made an appointment with Fang Zhitong to see the river.He had no choice but to wash up and get up, thinking that the ink corruption case was over, and it would be no big deal, but he habitually picked up two booklets from the study, and went to the flower hall to read and wait for breakfast.

But as soon as he opened the booklet, Wen Yanzhi appeared out of nowhere, entered the hall and sat down next to him in a daze, looking at him with piercing eyes.

"..." Qi Yu put the folder in his hand on the table, "It was so early in the morning, where did you go?"

Wen Yanzhi looked away to look at the tablecloth: "Go... let's go."

Qi Yu looked down at him like a mirror, and said with a peaceful smile, "It's good to be able to walk after a night of tossing, Wen Yanzhi."

Wen Yanzhi glanced around, only to feel that now Qi Yu's face was filled with the look of "If there is anything, please tell me honestly, or don't blame me for not needing you to explain".

He swallowed silently, bearing the tremendous pressure from his left hand.

At this time, breakfast was served by the staff one after another, Fang Zhitong and Gong Zhiyuan also came from the backyard together, kowtowed to Qi Yu and thanked the meal, and sat down under Wen Yan's hands.The dark guard called Li Gengnian to sit at the table, and the eight of them watched from behind, like everyone in the flower hall, looking at Wen Yanzhi and Qi Yu at the same time, there was a hint of anticipation in the atmosphere.

Qi Yu's eyes flicked over the faces of everyone trying to suppress their excitement one by one, wondering if he hadn't woken up yet.

——I always feel that something is wrong, but I don't know what is wrong.

——Maybe it’s because I don’t understand how these people play anymore…

He sighed softly, picked up the chopsticks, and signaled everyone to move.

Although everyone picked up their chopsticks, they all looked at Wen Yanzhi in unison.

Wen Yanzhi couldn't help coughing dryly, and seemed to be a little nervous to grab the chopsticks: "Okay, eat, eat all of it."

Qi Yu laughed in his heart, thinking that this idiot is now in the hearts of everyone, and he looks like a royal queen, but he looks like a thief, so cute.

The staff of the museum came forward to uncover the porcelain lids of the breakfast one by one, but saw a porridge and a soup with fourteen kinds of side dishes on the table. The dishes were very regular, but they were very different from usual.

It has been a month since he went south, and the imperial chef brought by Qi Yu has already caught the tastes of the group. Although Qi Yu usually likes to eat those few meat dishes, there are Wen Yanzhi, Fang Zhitong, and Gong Zhiyuan who are particularly vegetarians. , there are often more vegetarian dishes than meat dishes on the breakfast table, and Qi Yu is forced by Wen Yanzhi to eat vegetarian dishes every day. The more recent days, the more meat dishes can be seen on the dinner table...

Qi Yu felt his eyes were turning green every morning.

But today, there is meat on everything on the dinner table, and the pickled bitter gourd and winter bamboo shoots that are usually served in the morning are gone, but Qi Yu can name everything that can be seen on the table at this moment: candied cloud Legs, lean meat porridge, shredded chicken with green vegetables, bacon egg custard...

Because, everything is what he loves to eat.

——It’s all meat.

Qi Yu's awareness of this point can be called keen. After all, he has been tired for days and nights, and his body can be said to be short of weight. When the porcelain cover was lifted at this time, the fragrance almost penetrated his nostrils, making him feel like Immediately, I became more energetic.

However, just when he was about to move his chopsticks, as an emperor who had been cheated by Wen Yanzhi's flower paper for half a year, his first thought was——

This is not some kind of trap by that idiot.

Thinking of this, he glanced suspiciously at Wen Yanzhi next to him, and the latter was indeed looking at the tip of his chopsticks, his clear eyes were almost shining, like a stupid farmer guarding the stakes Wait until the rabbit hits itself.

——Oh, sure enough.

——How could I fall in your way?

Qi Yu smiled slightly in his heart, raised his chopsticks, calmly picked up a shredded chicken green vegetable, dipped it in the sauce, and ate it, staring at the shredded chicken on the plate, completely devoid of any appetite at all.

——I am so not picky about food.

——At all, not picky eaters.

Wen Yanzhi leaned forward slightly, and asked him nonchalantly, "...how does it taste?"

A table of people held their breath and looked at Qi Yu intently.

But Qi Yu was unable to speak for a long time with the green vegetables dipped in sauce in his mouth.

After a while, he reluctantly swallowed the green vegetables, and smiled blissfully, looking at the staff quite kindly: "What does it taste like, bring it to Zhenxuan Yuchu."

A table of people suddenly gasped.

Wen Yanzhi's body slumped, Gong Zhiyuan hurriedly supported him, put some vegetables in his other hand and put them in his mouth, motioned to Qi Yu and said: "Your Majesty, this minister thinks it's delicious, it's rare in the world to eat it! You can try another bite." try?"

Li Gengnian also casually scooped up two spoonfuls of bacon custard, and while holding back his mouth full of saltiness, he said, "Yes... ah, cough! Your Majesty, it's much more delicious than the breakfast in the past few days!" Then he took the tea without changing his expression. Keep drinking.

Seeing that he was defeated, Fang Zhitong had no choice but to follow him to eat candied cloud legs with chopsticks. He was about to speak, but was choked by the vicious and overbearing sweetness: "...delicious... so mellow, sweet... ..."

Qi Yu looked at the crowd with a smile: "Since it's delicious, you should eat more. I want to talk to the imperial chef first."

——Heh, it’s fine if they were all vegetarian in the past, at least the sauce is a delicacy brought out by the palace.

——But today the sauce tastes...

——It feels like mud dug out by Yingzekou next door, and it’s mud with ingredients.

While thinking in his heart, seeing that Wen Yanzhi didn't move his chopsticks, he persuaded Wen Yanzhi, "Why don't you eat it? Just try it."

——It’s rare for a royal chef to cook something so unpalatable. It’s a pity not to taste it.

Wen Yanzhi looked at the tablecloth expressionlessly: "It won't be too late for me to eat after you talk to the chef."

Qi Yu nodded, "That's fine." It's so unpalatable, and I can't bear your mouth.

Just at this point, the servant led the royal chef in and plopped his head in and knelt down, and the royal chef kowtowed a few times in panic: "My servant kowtows to the emperor, and the emperor is blessed and safe!"

Qi Yu lowered his eyes to look at him for a while, but didn't call for peace, just took a sip of tea quietly, and said kindly: "I remember that you are the deputy director of the imperial dining room, and your usual craftsmanship is also safe. Today's dishes...how are they different from those in the past? Much the same?"

The imperial chef fell on the ground and shook for a long while, until now, after hearing this, he stopped shaking, and raised his head inexplicably: "Your Majesty...slave, this dish..." He looked at Qi Yu's expression of hiding a knife in his smile, and looked at it again. Seeing Wen Yanzhi's appearance with ice in his knife, he couldn't speak for a while.

The people at the table began to cough hypocritically again, and kept giving the imperial chef winks.

But the imperial cook didn't want to take the blame, and still said bravely: "Your Majesty, this table of dishes is not made by slaves, but by Yuan Wai!"

Qi Yu took a sip of tea and choked into his trachea: "Cough—what?!"

——Wen Yanzhi?Make breakfast?This table? ! ...this smell? ...

Qi Yu's heart suddenly turned cold, and he slowly turned to look at Wen Yanzhi.

And Wen Yanzhi remained expressionless, looking down at the tablecloth.

Everyone in the hall silently raised candles for Qi Yu: Your Majesty, you, want, finish.

But who is Qi Yu?He immediately backtracked rationally, recalling what he said just now very calmly, as if he didn't directly say that the food on the table was unpalatable, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, so he smiled again on his face and looked at Wen Yanzhi, twisted the subject abruptly and said: " It turned out to be made by Wen Yanzhi, no wonder—the taste of this sauce is so delicious and ingenious. I thought it was carefully prepared by the imperial chef, and I wanted to ask the imperial chef to come...to give it a reward. Looking at it now, I still reward you."

——Sure enough, the emperor is amazing.The expressions of everyone in the hall suddenly turned to admiration, and they were almost about to applaud.

Wen Yanzhi was also amused by Qi Yu's words, he laughed silently, looked back at Qi Yu, and sighed helplessly: "The emperor really doesn't remember what day it is today?"

Qi Yu was so busy in the study that he couldn't even remember how many days he hadn't slept. Hearing this, he couldn't help frowning: "What day is today? Seventeen?...Could it be eighteen?"

Li Gengnian was about to rush to answer, when the staff of the museum suddenly reported: "The virtuous king, scholar Cai University, please see me."

Qi Yu raised his head in bewilderment, "Certainly." He was still thinking about the recent political affairs in his heart, thinking about what the two of them had to do.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the virtuous king came in, he greeted with a smile on his face: "May the emperor be blessed and safe! On this longevity festival, I wish the emperor a long life and a long and healthy life!"

University scholar Cai also entrusted a wooden box to Li Gengnian, knelt tremblingly and said: "This time, the old minister has brought the wishes of the people of the three counties and five townships in Huainan that have been repaired, compiled into a book, and presented it to the emperor on the Longevity Day! Immortal blessings will last forever, and longevity will be equal to heaven!"

——Longevity?

When Qi Yu heard this, he paused deeply: "Today is... twenty?"

He has completely forgotten his birthday—or it can be said that when his birthday became a national festival two years ago, maybe he has regarded this day as the same as the Cold Food Festival, New Year or Lantern Festival, but it is just an ordinary day. The days are just a formality.

For the past two years, every time on this day, he felt really bored, just putting on the beautiful clothes and court beads was enough trouble, not to mention sitting in the Zichen Palace for three hours to accept the elders' visits, and returning to the palace at noon to change Clothes, rushed to serve tea with the Queen Mother, and in the afternoon, accompanied by the people of Honglu Temple, received the foreign envoys to pay homage. When Fugong dragon couch, will feel as if the body is tired off a layer of skin.

Even the matter of birthdays is a nightmare to think about.

But today...

It turned out that the dishes on the table were not randomly piled up by the imperial chef on a whim, nor were Wen Yanzhi's deliberate tricks, but he knew about the Longevity Festival, so he deliberately got up early and prepared it carefully.

Qi Yu looked at a table of dishes with hidden tastes, and gradually, he smiled deeply, and flatly rewarded the virtuous king and Cai Dashi with some fame and gold, and only waited to return to Beijing to cash them in. However, after they withdrew, he was Looking at Wen Yanzhi in a blink of an eye, he asked, "What do you want? I have to reward you too."

Wen Yanzhi shook his head with a smile. For a while, everyone was cheering "Holy Body Kangtai" or "National Fortune Eternal Prosperity". He firmly held Qi Yu's finger under the table and spoke softly.

"Auspicious birthday, my emperor. You are the best reward."