Ji Yanzhi has always felt that today's emperor is not only the emperor doing well, but also an excellent breeder. Take a look at the royal breeding farm he opened, and he raised his children, especially his daughters, into a plump.

Now it is not the Tang Dynasty, and it pays attention to fatness as beauty. Even if the Tang Dynasty pays attention to fatness as beauty, it is not the kind of overweight and big ears who regard fatness as beauty. Therefore, the current emperor is a breeder, and it is best to raise pigs properly.

But can you say this?

Obviously it can't.

The emperor doesn't want face.

So, Ji Yanzhi has always verbally echoed the emperor.

You are the emperor, you are right in everything! ! !

Ji Yanzhi, who is such a salted fish, never thought that one day the ‘fire of war’ would affect him. The emperor had been distressed about the fat princesses not being able to marry for a long time, and he turned his idea on Ji Yanzhi again.

Look, the emperor suddenly spoke again after gnawing on the honey-glazed grilled chicken middle wings. "Ji Aiqing, I remember that your wife, Xiaojiabiyu, is a talented daughter from a small place. It's...not a good match for you."

Ji Yanzhi's hand brushing the dip.

"Your Majesty, the minister also came from a small county." Ji Yanzhi tried his best to speak to the emperor with a good temper: "The minister grew up with his wife's childhood sweethearts, even if they have the same hobbies. In this world, the right wife is easy to find, but difficult. I'm looking for a confidant who has the same hobbies. I believe that your majesty has had the same troubles. He obviously wanted to talk about food with his concubine, but the concubine and his majesty were talking about rouge gouache, wind and moon."

Upon hearing this, the emperor immediately felt the same way.

"Yes, Aiqing is extremely right. I often wonder, as the king of a country, where I can get extra thoughts to pay attention to which rouge gouache a woman uses is better, isn't it all the same? The only difference? , I think it only depends on the depth of the color."

A proper straight man, and the kind of skill that is more advanced than Ji Yanzhi.

In her previous life, Yan Ying had run on Ji Yanzhi, saying that no matter how many worlds he has experienced, he is still a proper steel straight man. I don't know that for women, even a lipstick of one color can tell you all the differences.

And when speaking, straight men in steel are not allowed to refute.

I remember that Ji Yanzhi didn’t refute it at the time. He just beeped afterwards, “It’s the same thing as you,” in exchange for Yan Ying’s small punch in the chest, and Qin Yan’s kid afterwards. Eating fei jealously, before he left with his adopted son, the two had a fight.

It's really like a smoke in the past. After only a long time, the memory of the previous life only contains a rough idea.

Except for the family members who were engraved into the bone marrow, they were all turned into fragments of thin paper.

This is a kind of alternative ruthlessness, but Ji Yanzhi is willing to do so. If you remember everything, it will drive people crazy in the long run.

Ji Yanzhi pursed his lips, echoing the emperor.

"Your Majesty is talking about this Li'er. Although the minister's wife is the same as the minister, they are from a small place. But the minister and the minister's wife have a common hobby. Every day the minister's wife will tell the minister that she is today When I went out, I searched for the ingredients, and then had a passionate discussion with the minister, how to cook the ingredients to taste." Said this, Ji Yanzhi suddenly showed a very sunny smile, although it was set off by his round face. , Looks simple, but especially popular.

Ji Yanzhi continued: "Your Majesty didn’t know if I had eaten them, the meat-fried biscuits in the county seat of Chen’s hometown. The biscuits were baked crispy, the meat was burnt, and the taste was very good. When I heard that my father-in-law gave a class to the seniors, he would bring a biscuits with meat to the minister's wife. Sometimes the minister forgot, and the minister's wife would be anxious with the minister."

The emperor was very curious, and it was correct to say that the glutton was seduced by Ji Yanzhi, who was also addicted to food, and even the honey-grilled middle wings that Ji Yanzhi was still roasting were not fragrant.

"Can Aiqing do it?"

Ji Yanzhi: "Yes, your Majesty would like to eat?"

——What do you say?

The chubby emperor squinted at Ji Yanzhi: "I will let the royal chef help you."

——By the way, I can secretly make it for me in the future.

Ji Yanzhi: "...Yes. But your Majesty, can you make a small request?"

"Yun." The emperor waved his robe domineeringly. Just in a good mood, he can agree to any request from Aiqing.

Ji Yanzhi: "The minister and the minister's wives have a very good relationship. The minister will not divorce his wife and marry another, even if..."

Before he finished speaking, the emperor understood what Ji Yanzhi meant.

The emperor was a little uncomfortable, mainly because he did indeed move Ji Yanzhi's idea of ​​turning his wife into a concubine and marrying his family Fat Zhu.

However, the emperor knew that his family’s Fat Zhu liked the thin and beautiful Langjun, not the slightly fat Ji Hanlin, who was very easy to raise at a glance. Even if he moved that unbelievable idea, the emperor was also summed up in the most inferior policy.

If his family Fat Joo really can't get married, hey...

It's really annoying, the emperor should really be upset.

After a while, the meat biscuits are out of the pot, so he can eat a few more.

The emperor quickly dispelled the idea of ​​‘killing Aiqing to death’, and said very solemnly that he would not do that kind of messy mandarin ducks, and that he would remarry the couple who had been good and divorced.

Ji Yanzhi rolled his eyes neatly, without saying anything, and then tried his best to make the emperor's meat biscuits.

Time is gone forever, and it's another spring in the blink of an eye.

The princess Fat Zhu from the emperor's family was finally married, she was the kind of gentleman she liked, who was influenced by the graceful son. I heard that Na Langjun is not easy to get fat by nature. After hearing that Princess Pangzhu fell in love with him, he ate three bowls of large white rice for a whole month. Weight loss. Therefore, the sorrowful Langjun no longer has the possibility of rejecting this marriage gifted by Jinkou Royal, and he can only marry home the princess Fat Zhu, who is happily and has a horizontal development trend.

Perhaps it was to make up for it. Anyway, this utterly disgraced husbandman broke the inherent tradition in the past-the husbandman must take a free position. After marrying Princess Pangzhu, Mr. Ma went to the Ministry of Engineering to serve as a minister. At the time, Ji Yanzhi, who was Liu Yuan and the best and unsatisfactory, was because the emperor liked him too much, so he had to focus on eating and eating, resulting in a small Hanlin for ten years.

But Ji Yanzhi doesn't care at all, and he pays attention to comfort in his life.

Not to mention the salted fish, but also have the words of dreams. The salted fish will turn over and fry it in a frying pan, and it will be burnt on both sides. Isn't it all eaten, do you still dream of being eaten more chic? And to put it bluntly, no one can compare him to Jane in the heart of the emperor. He and the emperor are both emperors and confidants. As long as in a sense, the emperor who can be called a benevolent emperor doesn’t think about it, Ji Yanzhi can follow him. Be a lifelong confidant.

In this life, Ji Yanzhi has no big dreams anyway.

Some estimates are what to eat today and what to eat tomorrow. Otherwise, after discussing with Wen Wan, he was called by the emperor to talk about the luxury and ordinaryness of the imperial meal. In short, the rich and noble idlers appointed by the royal family refer to him. He also received the emperor's reward for his heart-warming.

Ji Yanzhi: "..."

Just eat while you eat. Anyway, Hou Wei has attacked for three generations, and it happens that his sons and grandsons like to eat. He won't be so angry that he can't even close his eyes.

With such a beautiful thought, Ji Yanzhi closed his eyes, and...there was no more, the children cried into a ball, and the old Fengjun Wang Shufen, who is still alive and well-healthy, is still alive. Was alarmed.

Wang Shufen was very sad, and three family members passed away one after another, and now they brought her glory and made her the son of Lao Fengjun.

"Why cry?" Wang Shufen red eyes and muddy eyes said: "My son is going to find that girl A Wan. Go faster, maybe you can reincarnate together, you cry, don't you make me reluctant, chaos My son reincarnates."

The crying slowly stopped, and Wang Shufen looked out the door faintly.

Look, old man, when I twisted your ears and scolded, I used to say that I would live longer than anyone, but now I can’t do it, even our brother Yan...

Fortunately, when I left, I was peaceful and peaceful, and I hope that the next generation will continue the relationship between mother and child!

######I am the dividing line of the next story######

"Brother Qingshu, have you heard? I heard that the master went to find the fifth uncle by the order of the master. I don't know if the outside world is as wonderful as Senior Brother Youtai said."

Ji Yanzhi's consciousness was dim, and suddenly he heard someone whispering in his ear.

——I did not receive the memory of the original owner.

Ji Yanzhi only faintly felt that the name Qingshu was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, so he echoed quietly. "Yes, the outside world is wonderful, brother, I really want to go out and play."

"But." The kid dressed up as a Taoist fell into a dilemma. "But Junior Brother Qingshu, the master said, now the whole rivers and lakes are better except for the foot of Wudang Mountain. Other places are very messy. It's not easy to take us with the young ones, so it's really been a long time since we went outside."

The Dao Tong who was speaking was a disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, the head of the Wudang Sect, a disciple of Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Wudang Seven Swordsmen. Ji Yanzhi was naturally trapped in the character of'love', and was finally ruined and killed by Yu Lianzhou, shattering his skull. Song Qingshu.

"Master?" Ji Yanzhi pricked his ears and inquired quietly. "Brother, Qingshu woke up in a daze today, and some common sense familiar to the past has been completely forgotten. Master, is he my real father?"

Dao Tong seemed to be frightened, his eyes widened. "Brother Qingshu, you won't go out for the master without taking you out again, are you angry. The master is not your own father, but whose own father is."

Ji Yanzhi pursed his mouth pretending to be unhappy, "Who makes daddy do this every time."

Became a child again, but now he's about five years old, so Ji Yanzhi has played naively without any pressure.