I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

  Chapter 46 finally sends away the God of Plague

  This 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 **** by a pair of beautiful and outrageous hands.

  The guard rubbed his sleepy eyes and woke up, secretly glad 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 are 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."

  Under the whole world, the only one who can make Feng Wang Ying Zhefeng call his elder brother is His Royal Highness the Third Prince—the Ming Dynasty King Ying Zheming.

  In Yuan Xian's Danfeng's eyes, there was a glint of doubt. "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 courage of Feng Wang?

   Fortunately, the villa has everything in place, and the subordinates are nimble, so Ying Zhefeng was on the road that night. Yuan Xian sent out of Zhuang Wai.

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

  The next day when it was getting bright, Ying Zhefeng, who was sitting in the carriage, woke up with a jolt. He dreamed of the girl with foggy eyes.

  Opening the curtain with his finger, Ying Zhefeng shouted to 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?"

   Ying Zhefeng has several masters under his command, named after the heavenly stems and earthly branches.

  The strongest combat power other than 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 the most important thing on protecting your safety."

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

  Chen Guangliang's spine was a little stiff when he heard that, did that clever, beautiful, white girl with a few more thoughts than ordinary people, 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 got the order.

  Front Wang's team left one person.

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

  When she is happy, someone will feast on her.

  In the early 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 skins: orange skins colored with pumpkin, green skins colored with spinach juice, purple skins colored with purple cabbage, and multicolored skins and white skins.

  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 didn't have any malice towards him, and this wonton meal 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 king of subjugation. In order to continue to be favored and maintain a good figure, she only eats 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."

  (end of this chapter)