There are no ingredients in the salt palace, and the dry food and snacks prepared before are all eaten on the road.

Rong Huang asked the two little palace ladies to go to the Imperial Kitchen to see if they had food.

After a while, the two court ladies came back with an angry expression on their faces.

Rong Huang held his chin and asked what was going on.

"The director of Yushanfang was too defiant, and he said that there was no food."

Rong Huang raised his eyebrows, so what dare he not put this king in his eyes?

Rong Huang was about to go to Yushanfang to order some food, when he suddenly thought that there were a lot of fish and shrimp in the pond in front of the salt palace.

Asking the palace lady to retreat, Rong Huang took off the heavy and complicated palace clothes and changed into a lightweight undergarment.

Rong Huang rolled up his narrow sleeves, revealing two thin white arms. He turned around in what he had brought from Qing Yi and found out a few seasonings.

If there is no food, then create food.

I haven't eaten grilled fish for a long time and I really miss it.

A quarter of an hour later, Rong Huang sat on the pony skewer with a burning fire in front of him, holding two long bamboo sticks in his hand, one fish on each end of the bamboo stick.

The glutton who had reduced to the smallest form squatted at Rong Huang's feet, staring at the grilled fish in Rong Huang's hands.

Upon seeing this, Rong Huang patted its head unceremoniously, and said with a smile, "I just started baking, do you want to eat raw?"

After hearing these words, Glutton immediately shook his head, saying not to eat raw food.

Rong Huang turned the fish over, sprinkled a bit of seasoning, and continued to talk to the gluttonous food, "I remember you used to like to eat raw."

When the gluttonous glutton was first given to Rong Huang by Feng Xi, he was only a little bit older and still a cub.

But even the cubs have amazing appetites.

You can eat a lot of them, whether they are raw or cooked.

Later, after raising him with Rong Huang for more than four thousand years, and eating cooked food with Rong Huang, he gradually stopped eating raw food.

Taolu heard the teasing in Rong Huang's words, and a thick breath spouted from his nose, "I will eat whatever the king eats."

Rong Huang pursed his lips and smiled. The two pear vortexes were soft and sweet, and patted the gluttonous head again, "It's good, I will take you to eat delicious next time."

The branches crackled by the fire, and the warm flames jumped.

The little girl's slender figure was printed on the crimson palace wall behind her.

"Okay, you can eat it." Rong Huang divided a fish to the gluttons, then picked up the other and twisted a piece of fish into his mouth.

Rong Huang's apricot eyes were slightly bright, and he asked gluttonously, "Is it delicious?"

The gluttony was busy eating fish and had no time to answer, nodding his head to show that it was delicious.

Rong Huang grilled two more fishes, and suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps.

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It was quite late for Qi Cong to finish the memorial.

When he was planning to go straight back to Heguan Temple, he suddenly remembered the Quming Temple where he lived when he was the prince.

I haven't been there since he became the throne two years ago.

Qi Cong told Peng Gonggong and the other attendants to retreat, leaving the wide palace road alone and onto the narrow path.

Because he was not seen by the first emperor, Qi Cong's residence was also extremely remote.

Not far away is Leng Gong, and you can hear the terrifying laughter or harsh screams of the out-of-favor imperial concubine no matter it is day or night.

At first, Qi Cong couldn't sleep all night.

Later, he was next to the cold palace where a group of lunatic women were closed, drawing courtiers, cultivating power, and carefully planning everything.

Finally, he left the gloomy palace, killed the first emperor and a group of brothers with his own hands, and sat on the throne on blood.

Before I walked to the Quming Hall, I first smelled the aroma of food.

I could still hear the soft and sweet voice of the woman faintly.

Qi Cong's footsteps paused slightly.