The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 1119 Extra: Lu Sangyu and Yan Xingchen (1)

Yan Xingchen was returning home from the Duke of Huguo's Mansion in a carriage in the afternoon. When he passed by a stall selling roasted chestnuts, he stopped the carriage and asked the driver to pull over and wait.

She and her maid Mo Xiang went to queue up to buy chestnuts.

There were three or four people in front of her, and when they were almost her, she suddenly turned around and left.

Mo Xiang caught up with her and asked, "Madam, why don't you buy it again?"

"For some reason, I just don't feel like eating." Yan Xingchen pointed to the fried pancake next to him, "Let's go check it out. I smell the fragrance and feel hungry."

The lunch she had at the Protectorate's Mansion was a bit too refined and a bit too bland. She suddenly felt hungry, her stomach rumbling.

I'm hungry. Sugar-roasted chestnuts won't fill me up. So I need something more substantial.

It is a kind of fried cake made by mixing shredded potatoes with flour paste, sprinkling chopped green onions and salt, and then frying in a pan until golden and crispy.

Yan Xingchen bought two. After a moment's thought, he bought two more. After another moment's thought, he bought a whole bunch more, packed them all up, and said to Mo Xiang, "Go back and ask the kitchen to make a pot of green leaf porridge with some fried cakes. It should be delicious. Master likes potatoes, so he should like these cakes too, right?"

Mo Xiang was unsure. Not only did she not know what her husband liked to eat, she didn't even know what her wife liked to eat.

These two people can make do with anything except their official duties.

The sun rose from the west today, and my wife was actually interested in fried dough cakes and bought such a large bunch of them.

Mo Xiang said that she couldn't discourage Madam's enthusiasm, "The master will definitely like the oil cakes Madam bought."

However, Lu Sangyu did not go home for dinner that day. Instead, she stayed in the palace with Shi Yunqi and others to discuss matters with Emperor Wenxuan.

Dinner was also eaten in the palace. It was exquisite, light and filling.

When he came back, the moon was already above the willow branches, and Lu Sangyu smelled a fragrance.

The old woman said happily, "Those are the potato pancakes that Madam bought. We're all eating them tonight. Madam is in such a good mood that she's eating with us." After a pause, she added, "Would you like some, Master? Madam left a few for you, warming them on the stove."

Lu Sangyu said, "No need to bother."

He also had to sort out official documents, so he had no time to waste his thoughts on these mundane things. Eating and sleeping were a waste of time, and he wished he could split a quarter of an hour into two.

The old woman was obviously shocked and watched the master disappear into the study with a sullen look.

She sighed heavily. This home was peaceful and stable, but it lacked the flavor of everyday life. It didn't seem like a home that was going through life.

Lu Sangyu pushed the door and entered the study, and saw Yan Xingchen writing quickly at his desk.

The two of them nodded as a greeting and returned to their desks to work.

The servant Wu Yong held his breath as he ground ink, while the scent of ink filled the lamp. At first, they thought the master and mistress's relationship was strange, but over time they got used to it.

Both of them moved very lightly, and the only sounds in the room were the rustling of turning papers, the crackling of bursting wicks, and the interlocking breathing of several people.

Yan Xingchen wrote a list on a piece of paper. She planned to write a book, "Records of the Mountains and Rivers of Beiyi: A Record of Paintings," to record those who had made outstanding contributions to the development of Beiyi, so that future generations would remember them.

When she wrote the words "Lu Sangyu", she suddenly stopped writing, and the ink spread onto the word "yu" to form a small flower.

For some reason, a sentence popped up in her mind: He is stubborn, he is humble, and he is upright.

Lu Sangyu suddenly felt something, looked up at Yan Xingchen, and touched his face again, "Is the ink on my face?"

Yan Xingchen shook his head. "I was just thinking about how to write about Lord Lu in the hearts of the people."

He waved his hands and laughed at himself, "I'm just a mundane official, what's there to write about?"

Yan Xingchen expressed her idea and conception of writing a book called "Danqingzhi".

At first he listened quietly with a smile, then gradually he became more focused, sometimes asking for details, sometimes nodding in agreement.

When she finished speaking, he suddenly stood up and approached the desk, scanning the list.

The names slammed into his eyes, burning them. It was a strange feeling; they were clearly his colleagues, yet it felt as if they were cast into a bronze cauldron, waiting to be worshipped for eternity.

I can't help but imagine how admiring future generations will be when they read this book in their hands.

It may even be included in the academy examinations and become a model that scholars all over the world must memorize!

But the weight of history is extremely heavy, and without a strong will and a sincere heart, how can one dare to take a place in history lightly? Lu Sangyu believes that he cannot meet the standards of leaving his name in history now, and he can only work harder to live up to the name of "Danqingzhi".

He smiled and said, "Xingchen, your idea is good, but this book may take you a lifetime."

Yan Xingchen hummed, "The emperor is about to transfer me to the Censorate, so it's appropriate for me to compile this volume."

The two of them screened the list together, and Shi Chengyi and Wu Hongbo were among them.

As we were chatting, I actually got hungry.

Yan Xingchen remembered, "There should be potato pancakes on the stove. Do you want some?" Finally, he added, "They taste good."

Lu Sangyu felt that the topic had not been discussed yet, and she couldn't bear to refuse the other party's kindness. "Okay, I happen to be hungry." After thinking for a while, "How about some wine?"

"Potato pancakes for wine?" Yan Xingchen pursed his lips. "Lord Lu, if this gets out, people will think I'm mistreating you."

Lu Sangyu also laughed.

The atmosphere was set at this point. "I'll go fry some peanuts for you. It'll be quick." Yan Xingchen was a man who did what he said. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to cook.

Lu Sangyu grabbed her and said, "Just let the people on duty in the kitchen do it, otherwise they won't be able to find work to do."

He was reluctant to let her hands, which were holding the pen, get stained with dust!

Love talent!

Yan Xingchen listened to the advice, called the maid to serve, and gave the order.

The entire Lu Mansion became lively.

Oh my God! Their master and his wife wanted to eat peanuts in the middle of the night!

Oh my, is there going to be some big happy event? Peanuts! A big fat boy! Servants throughout the mansion rushed to tell each other, "Hurry, hurry, there's work to do!"

The Lu Mansion is no longer a stagnant pool and is about to move.

The peanuts are served, the potato pancakes are heated up, and two glasses of wine are served, drinking to the moon.

The two men discussed this year's official duties and last year's, from the renovation of the new capital to the demolition and relocation of the old capital's side buildings. They discussed this year's tax audits and last year's river works.

There are endless things to say and talk about, we have so many common topics.

The wine jug was empty and both of them were a little drunk.

Yan Xingchen babble inexplicably, "Today I went to deliver a gift to the Duke of Protectorate's Mansion. Oh, I delivered it in our names together."

"Okay, you keep a record and deduct it from my salary."

"Oh, and the gift from General Ma's family is also included. I'll remember it all." Yan Xingchen remembered that he didn't mean to talk about the gift. "Tang Xinghe's daughter is so beautiful, she looks like she was poured out of a jade mold."

Lu Sangyu said casually, "Tang Xinghe is a decent-looking guy. In our academy, he and Ma Chuyang were the two who loved to show off the most. He married a beauty like Hong Que, so how could his daughter be any worse?"

He suddenly paused, his mind a little confused for a moment, and said whatever he thought, "Hey, Xingchen, do you want to have a baby too?"