Ji Lin frowned and said, "Why is that? Young Master Song's eyes cannot see clearly. Isn't there any illness?"

The medical officer stammered and said, "My little minister is stupid, but I really don't know where Mr. Song's illness is. If I insist on saying it, Mr. Song may... might be a little weak."

"False fire?" Qi Lu's eyelids twitched and he said, "Are you getting angry?"

The medical officer nodded and said, "That's the case. Mr. Song has nothing to do except for some false fire rising, and there is nothing to do with him.... He should be because of his purpose. Mr. Song has been worried about these days, so the false fire rising. The minister can prescribe some... prescribe some medicine for the purpose of lowering fire and clearing eyes, and eat a light diet on weekdays."

The medical officer couldn't tell why. Young Master Feng was very strong and wished he could be like a cow. The only problem was that he was a little angry.

Young Master Feng has been very gloomy these days because of his eyes and eyes. It is certainly inevitable to get angry, but he can't be so angry that he can't be so blind. What's the reason?

The medical officer could not find any other problem, so he could only prescribe a prescription for the fire-bright prescription. Ji Lin glanced at the prescription and said, "Forget it, go, remember what I said to you before, what I saw today, and what I heard today, all the broken stomachs."

"Yes!" the medical officer kowtowed and said, "The villain is respectful! Please rest assured by the emperor."

The medical officer was very open and retreated, but Young Master Feng's face became extremely gloomy. After all, no one could find the cause of his own disease. If he could not find the cause of the disease and just took some medicine to relieve the fire, how could he cure his eye disease?

Prince Feng bowed to Ji Lin again with a calm face and said, "The criminal Feng, but the emperor's destiny."

Ji Lin glanced at Young Master Feng indifferently and said in a quiet tone: "Don't Young Master Song beware of me? Why are you going to lose yourself again?"

Qi Lu: "..." The emperor is too tiny!

Qi Lu glanced at him a little, and sure enough, although Ji Lin was talking to the young master Feng, he was staring at him. Qi Lu's scalp numb and felt that the young master Feng had harmed him.

As Ji Lin said, he reached out, and just took advantage of the fact that Young Master Feng could not see clearly, he blatantly held Qi Lu's hand and gently scratched Qi Lu's palm with his index finger. Qi Lu was not easy to move. Although Ji Lin was blatant, there was nothing strange in Young Master Feng's blurred vision. If Qi Lu suddenly struggled, it would be strange if he was too big.

Qi Lu endured the emperor's "workplace sexual harassment" and silently complained that the emperor was too tiny. Why didn't he see that the emperor was so tiny before?

The young master Feng apologized and said, "Feng is narrow-minded, so please forgive me."

Ji Lin held Qi Lu's hand and said slowly: "Don't worry, Mr. Song, I have already pressed my treasure on you, and I will not tamper with it until the last moment."

Ji Lin also said: "You are happy these days and you are about to raise your family. There is still some time before Mr. Song abdicates. Maybe your eyes will recover, and maybe you may."

"Yes," said the young master Feng: "Thank you the emperor."

The young master Feng paused and said hesitantly: "Son of the Emperor, as for the side of Mr. Song..."

Ji Lin narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't worry, I won't say much. I will keep your affairs secret for the time being. If Song State can be stable, I can feel at ease. Not only you don't want the chaos in the Song Dynasty, but I am the same. I am a foolish monarch who uses civil strife and civil rebellion to achieve his goals? In the eyes of Mr. Song, I am so useless?"

The young master Feng hurriedly said: "The emperor forgives benevolence, because Feng is narrow-minded."

Ji Lin said lightly: "Okay, I'll go back and have a good time and will be raised."

"Feng gave up." Young Master Feng groped and stood up, and soon left the bedroom.

As soon as the young master Feng left, Qi Lu immediately stood up and said, "Son of Heaven, Lu also sued..." and said.

Before he could finish his words, Ji Lin had already hugged Qi Lu in his waist, and with a "bang!", he pushed Qi Lu into the bedroom, chuckled, and said, "Well? Where are the Grand Tutors going?"

Qi Lu laughed dryly and said, "The emperor is busy with all kinds of things, so Lu doesn't disturb the emperor's busy official business, so he wants to... want to leave first." Qi Lu said later, his confidence was obviously insufficient and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Ji Lin showed a perfect smile to Qi Lu and said, "Tao Fu, do you know what you did wrong? If you can't answer, I will punish the Tai Fu today."

Qi Lu's scalp tingled and explained with a righteous look on his face: "Emperor, Lu does not want to hide it from the emperor. Just now, Mr. Song asked Lu to hide it from the emperor. Lu originally wanted to reject Mr. Song, but unfortunately the emperor came too early, so he missed the scene where Mr. Song scolded Mr. Song. The emperor really wrongly blamed him."

Qi Lu felt that his words were the best, and it was indeed the tone of a loyal minister, with both voice and emotion, which was melodious!

But Ji Lin narrowed his eyes and said, "When will I ask the Grand Tutor this?"

Qi Lu was puzzled and said in confusion: "Then, the emperor is referring to..."

Ji Lin said in a deep voice: "I mean you are talking to Mr. Song, a secret matter. I didn't pay attention to any of them. The tutor accepted eight pets and just returned the pet to the point where he opened his eyes. The tutor actually talked to Mr. Feng La again. Is there anything wrong?"

Qi Lu was even more confused. When he realized that the emperor was eating the taste, he said, "Son of the emperor, Lu is wronged, there is no such thing as this!"

Although he did hold hands, there was no blasphemy at all. The situation was urgent at that time, and it was the young master Feng Xian who took action, and they were all men. What was this afraid of when he touched him? If Qi Lu shouted and refused to let Young Master Feng touch him, he might feel strange.

Qi Lu simply "denied" and refused to admit it. Ji Lin glanced at Chengpan on the side and said, "Yes, there are also these snacks. The tutor agreed to give it to me to try it out. Why was the young master Feng robbed the first place?"

Qi Lu: "..."

Qi Lu looked down and saw that Qi Lu wanted to test Young Master Feng at that time, but he had just thought of a solution. The osmanthus wine brewed Xiaoyuanzi was taken by Young Master Feng.

Qi Lu immediately said: "It's all a temporary measure, and the other snacks haven't moved. Emperor, I just said so much to try the osmanthus tea made by Lu. It is sweet and delicious, so it moistens the throat and makes it sour, and is suitable for dry autumn drinking."

The emperor's voice was very low, and he hummed softly. The voice was hoarse and arrogant, and a little coquettish. It made Qi Lu feel very moved.

Qi Lu held the osmanthus tea, Ji Lin took a sip, and his eyes suddenly moved. When Qi Lu saw his expression slightly changed, he knew that the emperor had not thought about his idea and might have something to do. It was too late to wait until Qi Lu observed.

Ji Lin took another sip of osmanthus tea, but instead of drinking it himself, he held Qi Lu, hugged the person in his arms, and lowered his head to feed it to Qi Lu.

The sweet osmanthus tea slid down the corner of Qi Lu's lips. Ji Lin saw Qi Lu's slightly lost consciousness, and chuckled all the osmanthus tea against Qi Lu's neck, leaving a few ambiguous red marks. He smiled and said, "I can't waste such sweet osmanthus tea, right, Taifu?"

"Boom!" Qi Lu's head seemed to explode in a pressure cooker. Qi Lu felt that he instantly turned into a big goose, and he jumped out of the emperor's arms and said in a hurry: "Lu, Lu retreat." He said that and quickly absconded.

Qi Lu ran out of the bedroom and felt that the autumn was very hot. He quickly fanned himself with his sleeve robe, holding the door frame and gasped. He thought to himself that it was amazing. The emperor was going to flirt with him to death. The promised cucumber egg-seeded puppy, why are there so many things? One after another, Qi Lu had no way to resist it. He smashed his head down, and all of them were a critical blow...

The weak fire of the young master Feng was very strong. He cited several decoctions in a row. The medical officer also went to ask for the young master Feng's pulse on time, but the improvement was not improved. The weak fire became even stronger. The medical officer adjusted the prescription, but it did not improve after taking it. The young master Feng's eyes became more and more unclear every day.

Qi Lu was also anxious. He didn't know where the problem lies. It was impossible for the young master Feng to get evil. If there were no problems, how could the eyesight decline so obviously with good eyes?

Qi Lu entered the kitchen and planned to make some food for Mr. Feng to clear the fire. He quoted soup and medicine on weekdays. If it was supplemented with food, it would definitely be twice the result with half the effort. Qi Lu did not understand medical skills, and he could do this. He naturally had to help.

He entered the kitchen and was preparing to collect some cool ingredients. He saw a large pillow-shaped melon lying in the corner of the kitchen. The outer skin of the melon was dark green, but it was covered with a layer of white frost. At first glance, it looked white and furry.

Qi Lu walked over in surprise and squatted down to see the "big pillow". When Sergeant Shifu saw Qi Lu was interested, he immediately smiled and said, "Teacher Qi, do you know how to eat this pillow melon? In our kitchen, there is no Shifu who can do this, but he is so worried about the little ministers."

Qi Lu pointed to the "big pillow" and said, "Where is this called a pillow melon?"

Sergeant Shiifu nodded and said, "That's right."

It turned out to be called pillow melon, which looks quite similar. Of course, Qi Lu had seen "pillow melon" before, and he often saw "pillow melon". In modern times, this pillow melon has a very well-known name, which is called "wong melon."

Yes, this pile of big pillow melons on the ground is undoubtedly winter melons!

Many people mistakenly think that winter melon is imported like many other melons, which is a big mistake. Winter melon is a genuine local product. The cultivation history of winter melon is as long as two thousand years. Although winter melons have no records of cultivation in this era, there are also wild winter melons.

Winter melons are generally produced in the south. The Song State is located in the Central Plains and is not too southern. These winter melons are very famous and are tributes sent by a group of small countries that paid tribute to the Song State. They are rare and rare ingredients.

However, the chefs of Song State cannot make winter melons and do not know how to season them. The dishes they make are soft and soulless, and they can't pick them up, and they collapse into pieces on the plate. They are not good-looking or delicious, so the chefs are very embarrassed about the chefs.

When Qi Lu saw the winter melon, he immediately smiled and said, "Sir, can this pillow melon be given to Lu?"

Sergeant Shinfu smiled and said, "Hey, what's this? The emperor has already ordered that as long as the ingredients Qi Taifu wants to use, the ministers will find them. Not to mention a pillow melon, the Taifu just works."

Winter melon is a good thing. Qi Lu happened to want to make some food for Young Master Feng to reduce heat and clear heat, so this winter melon came in handy. Winter melon clears heat and eliminates phlegm, and is slightly cold in nature. It is not a food that is too cold, and it is just right for Young Master Feng.

Qi Lu picked up the big winter melon and put it on the table with a "bang!" and was about to attack the winter melon. The chefs were very curious and all gathered around to see how to clean up the winter melon. Qi Lu had no quirks in cooking, nor would he hide it. He also liked to discuss with others and study recipes together. Therefore, these chefs gathered around, but Qi Lu did not refuse. He also explained to everyone how to deal with winter melon and what kind of delicacies can make.

To be honest, Qi Lu doesn't like to eat fried winter melon, because when he was in college, the most common dish in the canteen was fried winter melon with shrimp skin. The fried taste was fishy shrimp skin, and the winter melon was not delicious. The soy sauce was weird and it collapsed on the plate. It was clearly a stir-fry dish, but it was made into a soup dish, which was hard to describe.

He was injured by Qi Lu, so he was not very grateful for fried winter melon.

Qi Lu didn't want to stir-fry winter melon, so he processed the winter melon and prepared to stew some winter melon pork rib soup for Gongzi Feng, and then make a cold winter melon to cool down and heat, and the autumn is hot and it tastes just right.

Qi Lu was cooking, but the face of Mr. Gao Guo came again. He walked into the kitchen, ignored the chefs, cooked some dishes by himself, took out the small bottle in his arms, put some in, and then left.

Qi Lu was even more curious. If the small bottle was filled with seasonings, the dishes that Mr. Gao had cooked this time were different from last time. Why did he put some such seasonings when he was ready to cook?

When the men saw Qi Lu looking at the back of Mr. Gao Guo leaving, they said, "Tao Fu, what's wrong?"

Qi Lu said: "It's nothing. Lu just heard that Mr. Gao Guo had some skills in cooking. He was curious for a while and wanted to communicate."

A husband said, "You don't know what this young master Gao doesn't communicate with others on weekdays. His cooking skills are kept confidential and he doesn't ask others to watch them."

Although Qi Lu was curious, he did not stay in the kitchen for too long. After preparing winter melon rib soup and cold winter melon, he made some other food and put it in Chengpan, and prepared to send it to Gongzi Feng.

Not long after Qi Lu walked out of the kitchen, he saw the emperor wearing black standing tall, with one hand behind his back and the other hand hanging naturally. Standing under a flower tree, it was already autumn, and the pink and white petals fell, as if they were the emperor's background board, which made the emperor tall and handsome, like a banished immortal, especially the black collar, which added a sense of majesty and abstinence, which was so beautiful that it was beyond the circle.

Ji Lin stood here, not here to "pose for a photo", but to block Qi Lu. Seeing Qi Lu walk out, he greeted him, smiled slightly, and said, "I heard that the Grand Tutor came to take care of Mr. Song in person?"

Qi Lu: "..." The emperor's eyes and ears are getting more and more, and I don't know how many eyeliners there are around him!

Ji Lin heard that Qi Lu came to give Master Feng Lishen, and came to intercept Hu. Ji Lin looked down and saw that a soy soup was not known. It must be a taste that he had never eaten before. Taking advantage of the opportunity when Qi Lu held Cheng Pan with both hands and could not resist, the emperor was familiar with the journey and took a small bowl on Cheng Pan, served himself a bowl, and blew the heat. He took a sip with a small dagger and smiled and said, "Well, there is still a umami flavor in the salty fragrance."

Qi Lu was extremely helpless. It was clearly the soup sent to Prince Feng, but the emperor was very "rogue". He had to drink a bowl first, pour out half of the soup in the beans, and eat two pieces of ribs. Only then did he feel satisfied.

Qi Lu looked down at Xiaodou, and only half of the soup was left. Fortunately, Qi Lu did a lot. He looked at the emperor who was as proud as fishy and said, "Or... the emperor had all drunk it, and Lu kept some in the kitchen."

Emperor: "..." I thought the young master Feng had eaten, but I didn't know that Taifu Qi had a backup plan.

The emperor failed to intercept Hu Hu. Qi Lu went back to the kitchen and brought another soup to the side of Prince Feng. The emperor did not want Qi Lu and Prince Feng to be alone, so he went there together, saying that he was going to visit Prince Feng.

In fact, the emperor was worried because there was not only one person in the palace of Prince Feng, but there were others.

These days, Mr. Feng always hides from Mr. Song and Yi. Mr. Song and Yi secretly feel something is wrong. Today, I come to see Mr. Feng. The door of Mr. Feng's palace is closed and there are no temple people around. Mr. Song and Yi say across the palace gate, "Feng'er? Are you inside?"

The young master Feng didn't want to answer the door, but Gong Song and Yi were always outside, working tirelessly, and said, "Feng'er, I know you are inside. If you don't open the door, I will go in."

The young master Feng was really helpless and then said, "Please come in."

Gong Song and Yi walked in, frowned, and said, "Why is there no one serving in the palace? These palace men really rebelled against them and were so neglected to you."

The young master Feng said hoarsely: "It's Feng'er who doesn't need to serve, so she lets the palace servants go to rest."

Song Gong and Yi walked to the side of Prince Feng. For most of the day, Prince Feng lay on the couch, facing inside, as if resting. Song Gong and Yi said worriedly: "Feng'er, are you feeling uncomfortable? Have you ever seen a medical officer?"

The young master Feng faced in and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, I'm just a little sleepy. If you have nothing to do, Feng'er wants to rest for a while."

When Duke Song and Yicai came, the prince Feng issued a "exit order". Duke Song and Yi felt something was wrong and said, "Feng'er, what are you hiding from your orphan?"

He said, reaching out to pull the young master Feng's shoulder and letting him face him.
To be continued...