Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Zhu Xiurong has already returned to his attic. Fang Jifan can't remember the name of the attic, but the place is very familiar. When he enters the attic, Nanny Liu is still waiting here according to Queen Zhang's order.

She greeted Fang Jifan in fear, and saw Zhu Xiurong smiling, sitting with her body bent and waiting.

Fang Jifan stepped forward and saluted: "I have seen Your Highness, and your Highness looks much better than before."

Zhu Xiurong seemed to be looking forward to Fang Jifan's arrival, and said, "Cake, have you received it?"

Fang Jifan remembered the last time His Majesty gave food, and His Royal Highness specially gave him cakes. It's a pity that Zhu Houzhao snatched it away in the end.

Fang Jifan sighed in his heart. It is said that after Zhu Houzhao ate it, he even said it was unpalatable and vomited it. At this point, it seems that he should thank His Royal Highness for testing him.

But...Fang Jifan naturally can't let Zhu Xiurong down, it's all about his wishes, and he can't work hard for you, so why don't you talk badly about it!

He smiled and said: "It's rare for Your Highness to bother, so naturally I received it."

Zhu Xiurong smiled sweetly, and immediately showed a look of anticipation, but also felt a little embarrassed: "You...do you think...it's delicious?"

Fang Jifan is an upright person, but no matter how upright he is, he is not stupid. He said happily: "It's delicious, very sweet, and Her Royal Highness's cooking skills are very admirable."

"..."

Just hearing this, Zhu Xiurong looked at Fang Jifan with a strange look.

Fang Jifan looked a little puzzled, could it be... because he was so moved that he cried?

But from the looks of it, it doesn't seem right.

Fang Jifan even felt a dark wind blowing in the back of his head.

In Zhu Xiurong's watery eyes, a drop of crystal clear tears began to appear.

Seeing that Fang Jifan felt a little distressed, he hurriedly said: "Your Highness..."

Zhu Xiurong burst into tears, and said sullenly: "The pastry didn't put sugar, but salt. I heard that potatoes and sweet potatoes have a sweet taste. I was afraid that you would eat too much sweetness, so I put a little salt..."

"..."

Fang Jifan was a little confused, what the hell, why didn't he say it earlier.

Zhu Xiurong felt very aggrieved. The pastry was painstakingly made. I personally kneaded the dough, kneaded the dough, and put it in the steamer. It took a whole afternoon, and even burned my arm. You have to endure the eunuchs in the imperial dining room chattering non-stop, saying that His Highness be careful at every turn.

The result...you tell me it's sweet now!

I originally set my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch!

Fang Jifan was stunned, making cakes, do you still put salt?

Seeing Zhu Xiurong's desolate look, Fang Jifan's heart softened, and he sat down calmly at the side, looked at Zhu Xiurong seriously and asked, "Can your Highness know how to paint?"

"What... what?" Zhu Xiurong lowered his head and tugged on his sleeves, looking very aggrieved.

Fang Jifan said: "I have a student who is good at painting, he is called the second, and no one dares to be the first except his teacher."

"..."

Fang Jifan himself was happy, Tang Yin, that scumbag, had a little future in this regard.

"Your Highness, you know that the worst thing to do in painting is realism. If you want to paint a beauty like His Highness, if you copy His Highness's facial features, the more they resemble you, the worse it will be. But if you just sketch a few strokes , only barely draw the meaning, and then leave a large area of ​​blank space, this is called freehand brushwork, which is the artistic conception of painting."

Obviously, Fang Jifan successfully diverted Zhu Xiurong's focus.

Seeing that the tears on Zhu Xiurong's face finally stopped, he said, "Well, this... I know something."

Fang Jifan smiled: "The same is true for this pastry. How could I not know that this pastry is salty, but the pastry is His Highness's heart, how could I not know it? Therefore, when eating pastries, it is like painting. The taste of the mouth In fact, it is not important anymore, what is important...is His Highness's intentions, this intention makes the minister's heart sweet, naturally, no matter what the taste of the pastries, they all feel sweet and delicious, isn't this the same as the freehand brushwork in the paintings, Is there a similarity between the same tune and the same effect?"

"I..." Zhu Xiurong's pretty face flushed, and then she felt ashamed again, and murmured: "I misunderstood you, and thought you didn't care about that pastry."

Fang Jifan said eloquently: "Nonsense, what are you talking about? I love His Highness's cakes the most. Your Highness knows that I like salty food. How did Your Highness know?"

Zhu Xiurong opened her big clear eyes and said, "I... I guessed."

Fang Jifan was moved, stretched out his hand, took Zhu Xiurong's pulse, felt the temperature on Zhu Xiurong's skin, and said with emotion: "Your Highness still knows me."

Fang Jifan was actually very ashamed in his heart, quite ashamed, he... lied again, but this... should be a white lie.

Zhu Xiurong muttered, chewing on Fang Jifan's words, she blamed Fang Jifan, and felt ashamed, but also a little unreasonable joy!

It's just that she grew up under the strict discipline of Empress Zhang, and Fang Jifan's expression was a little blunt, which made her a little timid, and her heart beat a lot faster.

Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know what to say in response to Fang Jifan for a while.

Fang Jifan saw that she didn't speak, and it was hard to open his mouth. Why does a person who blames himself for being so honest always fall into a situation of lying? Is it true that honest people are really not tolerated in this world?

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and when he finished his pulse, Fang Jifan stood up and bowed to him, "Your Highness looks very good, congratulations, my minister..."

"You wait, I have something to say." Seeing that Fang Jifan seemed to be leaving, Zhu Xiurong no longer cared about the accelerated heartbeat, and said with deep eyes, "What... what have you been doing lately?"

"..." Fang Jifan thought for a while and said, "It's nothing more than painting, teaching, and so on. Occasionally, he will go deep into the refugees with His Royal Highness to experience the suffering of the people."

"You...you still raise pigs?"

"Who did you hear that from?"

In fact, Fang Jifan regretted asking this sentence.

Grandpa, who else is there besides His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who can never hold back the wind in his mouth? How long has it been, and everyone knows it.

Fang Jifan said honestly: "Yes."

Zhu Xiurong frowned slightly and said: "There is nothing wrong with raising pigs, but... the queen mother said just now, why don't you raise pigs, but raise pigs. After hearing this, others thought you did it on purpose. Besides, what's the point of raising pigs?" It's useless, since it teaches people to laugh at it, this pig is not decent at all..."

Fang Jifan knew that Zhu Xiurong must have heard something.

Raising pigs is indeed a ridiculous thing in this era.

Because on the one hand, ordinary aristocrats don't like to eat pork unless there are some special food ingredients. The taste is too embarrassing, and the texture and meat quality are not good.

Although in the early Ming Dynasty, because Emperor Taizu Gao was born in Caomang, some pork was used as an ingredient in the diet recipes in the palace, but gradually, the palace ate less and less.

Ordinary people will not raise pigs when they are full.

But Fang Jifan did the opposite, and Empress Zhang didn't necessarily complain, but felt that if the news spread, Fang Jifan's reputation would be hindered.

Fang Jifan was quite calm about this, smiled and said: "Decent or not, it depends on whether a person does good or bad things, not what he does. People like Chen are willing to be happy as long as they are good for the world. do it."

Zhu Xiurong couldn't help being surprised, staring at Fang Jifan and said, "Can raising pigs benefit the world?"

"It's natural."

"You have to be careful." Zhu Xiurong said: "People outside like to gossip, they may not think so. You shouldn't tell brother about this, brother can't control his own mouth."

"I found out too." Fang Jifan said helplessly.

Under Zhu Xiurong's worried eyes, Fang Jifan left.

Every time he saw Zhu Xiurong, Fang Jifan felt warm in his heart. He couldn't help sighing that it was a headache for the old Zhu family to have a son like Zhu Houzhao, but it was a blessing to have a daughter like Zhu Xiurong.

………………

"What...Fang Jifan is raising pigs?"

puff……

In the early morning of the next day, Ma Wensheng, Minister of the Ministry of War, was in the public room. He just took a sip of tea, and then the tea spouted out.

He glared at the officials and said, "It's not as important as voyages to the West. The countless energies and inexhaustible money and food of various ministries are all directed at his disciples. At this time, Fang Jifan shouldn't Is it because he is anxious? He actually went to raise pigs?"

Ma Wensheng didn't sleep all night, and he was already irritable. At this moment, he really wanted to find a rope to hang on the beam, so he could just die.

For him now, the Ministry of War has nothing more important than Xu Jing. Xu Jing has already gone to sea, thinking about it, even if he wants to wait for his news, he may not be able to wait. It seems that it is better to stare at Fang Jifan, but Who knows, when people inquire, this guy actually went to raise pigs.

This is not bad!

He turned around anxiously: "The son of the dignified marquis, the earl of Daming, the young Zhan Shi of Zhan Shifu, the co-principal of Xishan Academy, Qianhu of the Qianhu Institute of Habayashi Wei Tuntian, what kind of pig is he going to raise? How ridiculous is that?" He is not afraid of being laughed at by the world. What is the use of raising pigs? Is it important? What can be raised? His taste is so unique, how could he not be seen in the past."

The Ministry of War is full of mourners.

Fang Jifan went to raise pigs.

Almost no one can understand. You said that if you want to eat meat, you should raise sheep. Everyone likes mutton, and raising pigs is more sloppy. Who would eat this kind of pork? How much meat can you produce?

"It is said that the streets and alleys are crazy, and I have never heard of the earl personally going to raise pigs..."

"Hey..." Ma Wensheng sighed, "This voyage to the West...is probably going to be over.

……………………

Above the ocean.

Thousands of miles of blue waves, with no end in sight.

Three sea-going ships traveled southward in the shape of a character.

The mottled hull was covered with moss. The boat was not big, but it was full of sails. Along the wind, the ship sailed across the sea.

Standing on the ship's side, a man's eyes were looking at the sea and sky line, then he looked up at the seagulls circling in the sky, and said firmly: "There are seabirds, and there is land ahead...."

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