go away!Don't attack me!

In the small flower hall, Gu Yaoqin took the newly prepared meal list and explained to the two cooks in detail how to adjust the oil and salt of each dish, how to add or subtract side dishes, etc.

She didn't know what Gu Yunqing's taste was. The list that Manager Wang gave her was very general and useless.But she has been with that person for ten years, not to mention knowing him well, but she thinks she knows better than him when it comes to food and clothing.

That person was brought up by Gu Yunqing, presumably his life habits are similar, and the list of steward Wang also proves this from the side.

Anyway, just do what that person likes.

She is full of confidence: in the world, no one knows that person's taste better than her. If the dishes she cooks can't satisfy them, then there will be no one in this world who can satisfy them.

"After the star anise, cinnamon, pepper, etc. have tasted, they must be carefully fished out. The fish must not have a slight fishy smell. Even the broth must be clear, so that it will not be greasy..."

Just as she was talking, a girl came in quietly, Gu Yaoqin frowned and stopped, the girl whispered a few words in her ear, Gu Yaoqin's expression changed slightly, and she said to the two cooks: "Go to my small kitchen first, and try cooking these dishes Come out, let me taste it first."

Wave someone to take them down.

When they were far away, they looked at the girl and said anxiously: "What's going on? Why did you suddenly say no? Third uncle left? Didn't he just arrive yesterday?"

"No," the girl said, "I heard that His Majesty has just transferred a few royal chefs from the palace. What the old man thinks, the people we send can't compare to the royal chefs. Anyway, it would be shameful to go there. gone."

Royal chef!

Gu Yaoqin clenched the veil tightly, with a smile on her face, and said, "I see."

……

Seeing the snow falling more and more heavily, Zhang Cheng quietly raised his head, glanced at Qiandi standing motionless like a wooden stake, and sighed silently.

He was still on guard before, but now when he heard someone woke up, he rushed over with one foot high and one foot low, but he stood outside and refused to go in. What's wrong with my master today?

Don't say that he is the emperor, even when he was not the emperor, he also had a kind of recklessness in him. When did he worry about gains and losses?

What is wrong with this?

Zhang Cheng shook his head, feeling that he seemed to be getting more and more ignorant of his master.

Even if Mr. Yun has the merit of saving Jia, he is not the only one who has saved Jia. When did his master do this?

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the second door. If Zhang Cheng heard such a commotion beside Emperor Qian in the past, Zhang Cheng would have wished to slap him, but now he sneaked a look at his master expectantly. , said: "Slave, go and have a look?"

Emperor Qian was noncommittal, Zhang Cheng bent down and backed out, and after a while he came over with a food box and said: "Your Majesty, the Cheng'en Gong Mansion sent the cakes, and they said Miss Gu Qi personally made them, jujube paste yam cakes.

"Red dates nourish qi and blood, and yam strengthens the spleen and stomach. It is most suitable for patients with excessive blood loss."

He said again: "The servant has been inspected just now, and it is clean."

Emperor Qian hummed and walked towards the yard. Zhang Cheng was overjoyed and followed with a food box.

When Emperor Qian entered the door, he first cleaned up the falling snow on his body outside, took off his coat, and baked by the stove for a long time to dissipate the cold air from his body. Then he took the food box in Zhang Cheng's hand with his own hands, and opened the curtain to enter.

Zhang Cheng was dumbfounded. He has been with the master for so many years, even when he went to see the most favored empress, he has never seen him be so careful and considerate...Is this the treatment of the empress dowager?

Emperor Qian was stunned when he entered the door. The child was not lying on the bed, but was wearing a coat and sitting at the desk writing.

After taking off his bloody clothes, the young man at this moment is quiet and peaceful, just like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River described by a famous artist.

The boy's fingers holding the cyan pen were slender and white, like jade, clean and transparent.

Who could have imagined that yesterday was such a hand, taking a human life was like picking a green leaf from a tree without any effort.

Looking at the eyebrows and eyes that he didn't feel at first, but now the more he looked at them, the emperor Qian couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Hearing the movement, Yun Qi raised his head, and what he saw was Emperor Qian, who was holding a food box and staring blankly at him, with deep eyes: "Your Majesty?"

Emperor Qian came back to his senses, put the food box aside, took out the porcelain plate inside, put it on the table, and said with a smile: "Jujube yam cake, try it."

Jujube yam is not a rare thing, ordinary people outside can eat it, and Yunqi can make it himself.

But this dish is very delicate, each one is small and exquisite, shaped into various shapes, flowers, fruits, small animals, lifelike, and one or two raisins are dotted on it, so cute that people can't bear to eat it.

Yun Qi couldn't help stretching out his claws to the red-eyed little rabbit in the middle, but Qiandi coughed dryly: "Wash your hands."

I had to let out a disgruntled "Oh", and honestly went to wash my hands.

He can only move one hand now, which is very inconvenient.Zhang Cheng, who was always clever, stood still this time without winking, and stared back at the two maids who were about to come forward to help.

Emperor Qian stepped forward naturally, rolled up the sleeves for Yun Qi, poured water on his hands, and twisted the handkerchief to dry them carefully.

Yun Qi was very calm.

Whether it is in his current life or in his last life, from Gu Yunqing to the great monk, he has never been taught what it means to be humble and what it means to be flattered.Not to mention that he has never been taught that whoever has a higher status than him needs to be respectful when meeting anyone.

Even the two people who killed him in the previous life never put on airs in front of him.Even after being promoted to prince and concubine, they will still dress him, tie his hair, and cook soup and medicine for him.

He is inconvenient to move at the moment, and the emperor helped him, which in his opinion is a normal thing.

Emperor Qian let go of Yun Qi's hand, handed the handkerchief to Zhang Cheng who appeared in time, and said, "So you can write with your left hand?"

It just occurred to him that Yun Qi injured his right hand.

I think back then that girl was also very talented, she could write a book with both hands, use different fonts, and write different articles...

Yun Qi let out a "hmm", put the plate of cakes on the side coffee table, sat down and said, "I practiced it very early, I haven't written it for many years."

At that time, I lived a carefree life. I learned what I saw was fun, but most of them were useless things.

Yun Qi has never touched things like writing with his left hand since he was 13 years old in his previous life, but the foundation is still there.Although the calligraphy I have practiced cannot be retrieved, it is not difficult to write barely readable characters.

I finally caught the little rabbit I had been coveting for a long time, and stuffed it directly into my mouth, and my mouth was filled with fragrance, sweet but not greasy, soft and palatable.

Yun Qi let out a satisfied "Mm", and said vaguely, "It's delicious."

It is indeed the craftsmanship of the imperial chef, it is really good.

Since he was reborn, it was the first time he ate pastries that suited his appetite.

It's no wonder that the word power can always make people flock to it. It's just the appetite that ordinary people can't enjoy, which makes people want to stop.

Seeing Yun Qi eating happily, Emperor Qian glanced at Zhang Cheng, Zhang Cheng understood, turned and went out.

Emperor Qian casually picked up the "calligraphy" that Yun Qi had just written, as expected he hadn't practiced it for a long time, at first his strokes were rusty, but as he got closer to the end, he became more and more familiar with it, nodded and praised: "It's well written, it's a pity to waste it."

Yun Qi was still eating cakes, he had just woken up, he drank medicine, porridge, and soup in succession, making his stomach full of soup and water, and there was no dry food at all, this thing came just in time.

Swallowing down the tea, with a "huh", he said casually: "I used to think that these things are useless to myself and others, but now it seems that it is not necessarily true. At least that arm is gone, and this one is no longer needed. Heavy……"

"nonsense!"

Yun Qi was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Qiandi who suddenly became angry.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Emperor Qian said, "Who said that the arm is gone? The imperial doctor said that it didn't hurt any key parts, so it's good for birth. Don't talk about writing in the future, it's okay to fight!"

Yun Qi let out an "oh", stopped talking, and concentrated on eating pastries.

On the contrary, Emperor Qian felt a little embarrassed, softened his voice, and asked, "Why don't you lie down properly, what are you doing when you get up?"

Yun Qi said: "It's not the place that hurts, lying down is more tiring than sitting, and if you find something to do for yourself, you won't feel so painful."

Hearing the word "pain", Emperor Qian's heart ached, and he looked at Yun Qi's face as if nothing had happened: such a child, Gu Yunqing actually called him squeamish?

After a moment of silence, he said: "Yesterday, it was my fault..."

With something in his mouth, Yun Qi shook his hand and said vaguely, "It has nothing to do with you."

Emperor Qian smiled wryly and said: "I didn't even find out the details of the other party, so I acted suddenly..."

Yun Qi shook his head and sighed, "That's not the case, it was yesterday, I asked for it."

"How to say?"

Yun Qi sighed: "Yesterday in the teahouse, I could see that except for you, Your Majesty, almost everyone was bloodied. But there was no sign of missing arms or legs.

"I thought, aren't we going to fight in groups? It is inevitable that there will be bumps and bumps, so I didn't take it to heart. Who knew that I would suffer such a big loss."

Emperor Qian couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "Didn't you show it to yourself?"

"I don't have a habit of looking in the mirror," Yun Qi said while eating, "Moreover, I don't care about myself.

"Fate, in terms of image, is like a layer of mist. The closer you are, the less you can see clearly, especially your own affairs, because when you are too close, when you see it, you will also be touched. It's useless even if it's counted, it's not allowed."

Emperor Qian couldn't understand these godly things, and he didn't believe them.But he won't disappoint Yun Qi and change the subject, "What were you writing just now?"

"Folder!"

Emperor Qian was taken aback: "Zhezi?"

It turned out to be something written for him?

Only then did I pick it up and start to look at the first one carefully, with an increasingly dignified expression.

It is indeed an excerpt, written to him in the capacity of Kudu Temple, begging him to help clear up the Buddhist sect.

Because of the Mingjing Temple matter and similar things, he has received a lot from yesterday to now, and some of the fierce words made him feel funny.

However, apart from scolding and scolding filled with righteous indignation, and expressing loyalty with tears in these fierce words, there are not many meaningful words.

But even if those few excerpts were in line with his wishes, he would not dare to make such a bold proposal.

First, thoroughly check all the temples, search the temples, check the account books, collect witnesses and complaints, and if any illegal things are found, they will be severely punished.

Second, the counties and prefectures, according to their geographical population, limit the number and scale of temples, and all the rest will be demolished. They will not be approved by the court in the future, and they will not be allowed to build temples privately.

Third, the fields belonging to the temples shall be taxed according to the law, and the per capita shall not exceed [-] mu, and any more shall be returned to the government.

Fourth, in the temple, there should be no servants and long-term workers. Those who are over 15 years old and have no identity card will be cleared out of the temple.

Fifth, all monks under the age of fifteen are not allowed to formally become monks.And when you become a monk, you need to pass the assessment before you can issue the certificate.

Sixth, monks under the age of 50 who have been ordained will be organized by the imperial court to test their scriptures and Dharma in a unified way. If they fail to pass, they will be revoked and ordered to return to vulgarity, or sent back to their original places, or resettled on the spot...

The scriptures were not finished, and there might be seven or ten more to come, but just these few, Emperor Qian was startled, and asked, "Could it be...too ruthless?"

Even if it was him, he never thought of doing it to this extent.

Yun Qi glanced at Emperor Qian, thinking that Buddhism is powerful, he is the one who wants to rectify it, and he is the one who says it is too ruthless.

Duplicity!

He couldn't believe that he didn't think so!

He said in his mouth: "Actually, I have always thought that if you believe in Buddhism, you must believe in Buddha. Why do you have to become a monk? At home, it is different. You can observe the precepts and worship Buddha? As long as you are sincere and righteous, how can the Buddha blame you?

"As for temples, as long as there is a place to place your faith, why do you have to build temples everywhere, and everyone becomes a monk? Those monks, who only know how to make offerings to believers, have become parasites who only eat but don't do anything. , What benefit does it have with the world?

"Of course the monks in our family are not like this. We farm and eat by ourselves. We are not parasites."

He laughed again: "And now I'm also eating the salary of the imperial court, so I always plan for the emperor, don't you? I specially leave room for your kindness!

"For example, if His Majesty directly issued a decree that all monks should not exceed one hundred acres of land, there would be complaints. But now I said that it should not exceed fifty acres, and His Majesty waved his hand to increase it to one hundred acres. Wouldn't they Don't be grateful to Dade?"

Emperor Qian looked at the young man who was talking and laughing at Yanyan, and was a little dazed.

With the imperial salary, should he be wholeheartedly thinking about the imperial court and the emperor?

Not to mention those court ministers, princes and nobles, they are his own raised sons, which one is not for self-interest, for power and power?

How many of them will take such a big blame on themselves for the benefit of the court and the emperor's reputation?

He said in a hoarse voice: "Then have you ever thought that this letter of yours must be announced to the world... Are you not afraid of becoming a Buddhist rebel, being accused by thousands of people, and reviled by thousands of people?"

Yun Qi said: "First of all, I am not from the Buddhist sect, but I just use the name of master, it's just a name for nothing, so why talk about rebellion?

"Secondly, I don't think that those who would hate me for fifty acres of land are qualified to be monks and represent Buddhism.

"Third, let them have someone they can scold, it's better than focusing their grievances on the emperor, isn't it?"

Emperor Qian was silent, holding the manuscripts without saying a word, turned around, let go, and watched them float into the water basin, the writing on them was instantly blurred.

Yun Qi frowned, and said: "Your Majesty, don't you think that this thing is more suitable than anyone else's?"

Emperor Qian turned around and looked at him, saying word by word: "I don't think so."

After a pause, he said again: "You have a good rest, I still have something to do, I will come to see you some other day."

Turn around and walk out quickly.

Yun Qi looked at his back, feeling a little puzzled.

If this thing does not come from Buddhism, no matter which minister is in charge, he will still focus his resentment on the court and the emperor, which is definitely not a good thing for the world.

At any rate, he can still represent Buddhism for the time being, isn't it just for this that Emperor Qian brought him here all the way?

If he doesn't write it, should he let the great monk who lives in Kudu Temple write it?

Yun Qi pressed the center of his eyebrows and felt a little dizzy. Although he didn't hurt his vitals, he lost too much blood. After getting up and moving, and talking for so long, he felt a little unable to hold on.

He said to the two maids: "Can I trouble the two elder sisters to help me put on my clothes, and tell my servants to prepare the carriage for me."

The maid asked in surprise, "Master, are you going out? But it's snowing outside, it's very cold, why don't you go shopping after the snow stops?"

Yun Qi shook his head and said, "I'm not going shopping, I'm going back to Kudu Temple."

The maid said "Ah", and Ai Ai said: "But, but the Duke ordered you to recuperate well here..."

Yun Qi said: "The Grand Duke can't control me."

The maid muttered, "But the temple doesn't even allow meat to be eaten, so how can you heal your wounds!"

Yun Qi laughed, and said: "Vegetarian food can nourish blood, red dates, angelica, lotus root and longan... There are a lot of them!"

He didn't return all night last night and was injured. He didn't know what his nephews and nephews were worried about.

He struggled to get out of bed, not because he was tired or in pain, but because he wanted to finish writing the paper quickly and get it back.Now there is no need to write the notebook, what are you still doing here?

Although meat is not allowed in Kudu Temple, there are monks, great monks, and young monks...

It's just a pity that it is the Kudu Temple, not the Kudu Temple.

At this moment, what he wants to do most is to lie lazily on the big monk's kang, nestle in his warm quilt, pillow on his fat belly, and complain to him: "Master, I hurt so much, I want to hurt!" died……"

"Master, why are those fake monks so bad..."

"Master, I thought I was really going to die, I was so scared, I don't want to die yet..."

"master……"

He wanted to lie in the arms of the great monk, babbling and talking over and over again, as long as he didn't fall asleep, the great monk was not allowed to sleep.

Just like when I was a child, holding him and coaxing him.

Master, I miss you so much.

I wish I had someone I could rely on.

Yun Qi turned his head and smiled at the maid: "This plate of pastries is not bad, can I take it home? The little monks in my family have never seen such exquisite pastries!"