I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

An ordinary night in April.

The guard guarding the pigeon nest encountered a wave of strange incense and fell asleep.

The pigeon seemed to be drunk, and its feet were tied with new paper balls by a pair of beautiful and outrageous hands.

The guard woke up rubbing his sleepy eyes, secretly thankful that Shangfeng didn't find him. However, how the pigeons brought back new news.

The two guards discussed it and hurried to report to the prince.

At that time, Ying Zhefeng was discussing matters with Yuan Xian. He didn't take it seriously when he received the message, and opened it in front of Yuan Xian, but after reading it, his face was extremely ugly.

"The hands and feet of the people below were not clean, which exposed my whereabouts. I was impeached by Yushi Ben, who was full and had nothing to do. My brother ordered me to return to Yanjing as soon as possible."

In the whole world, the only one who can make Feng Wang Ying Zhe Feng call his elder brother is the third prince, the current Ming Wang Ying Zhe Ming.

A trace of doubt flashed in Yuan Xian's Danfeng's eyes. "I will prepare horses and chariots, and the prince will be able to set off tomorrow."

"It's too late, I'm leaving tonight." Ying Zhefeng was a little flustered, how could he have the boldness of King Feng?

Fortunately, everything in the villa was complete, and the staff were agile, so Ying Zhefeng was on the road that night. Yuan Xian sent out of Zhuang Wai.

As for the Poetry of Baicao, Ying Zhefeng had long forgotten it.

At dawn the next day, Ying Zhefeng, who was sitting in the carriage, woke up with a jerk. He dreamed of the girl with foggy eyes.

Lifting the curtain of the car with his fingers, Ying Zhefeng yelled at the driver to stop, "Call Guangliang to come here."

Chen Guangliang, who was riding a horse, walked up to him, "My lord, what are your orders?"

"Has Ding Mao sent out?"

There are several masters under Ying Zhefeng, who are named after the heavenly stems and earthly branches.

The strongest combat power besides Chen Guangliang.

Chen Guangliang replied: "Originally he was ordered to go to Baishui Village at night, but now you are gone, my lord. Naturally, he puts your safety first."

Ying Zhefeng looked at Qian coldly, his face covered with frost, "I am so weak that I need you to protect me? Tell Ding Mao to go to Baishui Village, take the head of the little widow and husband, and come join us as soon as possible."

Chen Guangliang's back was a little stiff when he heard that, that clever, beautiful, white girl with a few more thoughts than ordinary people, did she change from the prince's guest to a little widow in a blink of an eye? He still asked cautiously: "That Bai girl?"

"Forget it, he still doesn't want to join us, and directly brings Baicaoshi to Beijing to settle him down."

Chen Guangliang ordered.

King Feng's team left alone.

Baicaoshi is in a good mood, because the God of Plague has finally left.

When she is happy, someone will feast on it.

In the morning, she got up early, made stuffing and noodles, and made therapeutic wontons. This is also what she saw from the "Compendium of Chinese Medicinal Cuisine".

The difference is that she made several kinds of peels: orange peels colored with pumpkin, green peels colored with spinach juice, purple peels colored with purple cabbage, and multicolored peels and white peels.

After cooking, the wontons, which are as plump as ingots, are simply tempting, serving five people as usual.

Although she stepped on Yuan Xian's flowers and plants, she had no malice towards him, and this meal of wontons can be regarded as compensation.

In the small cup, there are five wontons of different colors. There are a little oil and green onion on the soup, but it is not greasy.

Yuan Xian smiled wryly after seeing it: "Does Miss Bai think of me as a girl with a thin waist?"

The thin-waisted woman was originally the concubine of the former ruler of the subjugated country. In order to keep being pampered and maintain a good figure, she only ate 30% of the food for each meal.

The implication is that the food of Baicaoshi is beautiful, but it is not enough to eat.

Huanyan blinked, "My lord, the weight of Huanyan is as much as yours. I also asked her why. Miss Bai said that getting along with people is like this delicacy. If you taste it a little, you will have a lingering aftertaste. If she gives you a big Bowl, I'm afraid that if you get tired of eating it, you will leave a bad impression."