Zhu Xiurong had returned to his attic. Fang Jifan couldn't remember the name of the attic, but the place was very familiar. When he entered the cabinet, Madam Liu was still waiting here at the order of Queen Zhang.

She welcomed Fang Jifan in fear, and saw Zhu Xiurong smiling slightly, sitting in hunched down and waiting.

Fang Jifan stepped forward and saluted: "I have seen Your Highness, and your Highness looks much better than before."

Zhu Xiurong seemed to be looking forward to Fang Jifan's arrival and said, "Did you receive the pastry?"

Fang Jifan remembered the last time His Majesty gave him food, and His Highness specially gave him pastries. Unfortunately, he was finally snatched away by Zhu Houzhao.

Fang Jifan sighed in his heart. It is said that after Zhu Houzhao took it, he even said it was unpalatable and vomited directly. At this point, it seemed that he should thank His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for testing the poison for himself.

However... Fang Jifan naturally cannot disappoint Zhu Xiurong. It is up to their own will. He can't work hard for you. You can't say it's unpleasant!

He smiled and said, "Your Highness is so troublesome, so he naturally received it."

Zhu Xiurong smiled and immediately showed expectation, feeling a little embarrassed: "Do you... do you think... taste delicious?"

Fang Jifan is a straightforward person. No matter how honest he is, he is not stupid. He said happily: "It's delicious and sweet. His princess's cooking skills are very admirable."

“…”

But when he heard this, Zhu Xiurong looked at Fang Jifan with a strange look.

Fang Jifan showed it a little inexplicably. Could it be... because he was so moved that he cried?

But it seems that it is not right.

Fang Jifan even felt a faint gust of wind behind his head.

Zhu Xiurong's watery eyes began to sniff out a crystal clear tears.

Seeing this made Fang Jifan feel a little distressed and hurriedly said, "Your Highness..."

Zhu Xiurong was crying and said with a little anger: "The pastry didn't contain sugar, but salt. I heard that potatoes and sweet potatoes have a sweet taste. I was afraid that you would eat too much sweetness, so I added some salt..."

“…”

Fang Jifan was a little confused. Damn, why didn’t you say it earlier?

Zhu Xiurong felt very wronged. The pastry was made with great effort, the dough he kneaded himself, and the dough he kneaded himself, and he put it into the steamer. It took him an afternoon and even burned his arms. He had to endure the eunuchs in the imperial kitchen chattering and saying things like His Highness to be careful.

As a result...you tell me it's sweet now!

I will be looking at the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch!

Fang Jifan was stunned. When you make pastries, do you still add salt?

Seeing Zhu Xiurong's sad look, Fang Jifan felt soft and sat down calmly on the side, looked at Zhu Xiurong seriously and said, "Can Your Highness paint?"

"What...what?" Zhu Xiurong lowered his head and pulled his sleeves, looking very aggrieved.

Fang Jifan said: "I have a disciple who is good at painting. He is called second. No one except his mentor dares to be the first."

“…”

Fang Jifan himself was happy, and Tang Yin had a little future.

"Your Highness can tell that the most rough painting is realistic. If you want to paint a beauty like Your Highness, if you copy your facial features, the more it looks, the better it will be, and you will fall into a inferior way. But if you just sketch a few strokes and only barely draw the meaning, and then leave a large piece of blank space, this is called freehand painting, which is the artistic conception of the painting."

Obviously, Fang Jifan successfully diverted Zhu Xiurong's focus.

The tears on Zhu Xiurong's face finally stopped and said, "Well, this... I know a little."

Fang Jifan smiled and said, "The same is true for this pastry. How could I not know that this pastry is salty? But the pastry is the heart of Your Highness, how could I not know? Therefore, when eating the pastry, it is like a painting. The taste of the mouth is actually no longer important. What is important is the heart of Your Highness. This heart makes me feel sweet. Naturally, no matter how the pastry tastes, I feel sweet and delicious. Isn't this the same as the freehand painting in the painting?"

"I..." Zhu Xiurong's pretty face turned red, then became ashamed again, and murmured: "I misunderstood you and thought you didn't even care about that pastry."

Fang Jifan said honestly: "Nonsense, what is this? I love to eat Your Highness's pastry the most. Your Highness actually knows that I love salty food. How does Your Highness know?"

Zhu Xiurong opened her clear big eyes and said, "I...I guessed."

Fang Jifan was moved, stretched out his hand, took Zhu Xiurong's veins, felt the warmth on Zhu Xiurong's skin, and said with great emotion: "It's your highness who knows me."

Fang Jifan was actually very ashamed, quite ashamed. He... he lied again, but this... should be a lie with a good intention.

Zhu Xiurong was stuttering and chewing Fang Jifan's words. She blamed Fang Jifan for being wrong. She felt ashamed, but she was also somewhat unreasonable to be happy!

But after all, she grew up under the strict discipline of Queen Zhang since childhood. Fang Jifan's statement was really straightforward, which made her feel a little timid and her heartbeat suddenly became much faster.

She felt a mess and didn't know what to say to respond to Fang Jifan for a moment.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Fang Jifan couldn't speak. Why did people who blame themselves for being so honest always fall into a state of lies? Are honest people in this world really not tolerated?

The atmosphere was a little awkward. After finishing the pulse, Fang Jifan stood up and bowed: "Your Highness is so beautiful, I'm happy, I'm so happy, I'm so proud..."

"Wait, I have something to say." Seeing that Fang Jifan seemed to be leaving, Zhu Xiurong ignored the accelerated heartbeat and stared deeply: "What are you doing recently?"

"..." Fang Jifan thought for a while and said, "It's nothing more than painting, teaching, and occasionally he went deep into the refugees with His Royal Highness to experience the sufferings of the people."

"You...you still raise pigs?"

"Who did you hear?"

In fact, Fang Jifan regretted this sentence when he asked.

Uncle, who else can be there except the Prince of Prince who can never hold on to the wind? It took everyone to know how long it took.

Fang Jifan said honestly: "Yes."

Zhu Xiurong frowned slightly and said, "There is nothing wrong with raising pigs, but... the mother said just now, why don't you raise pigs? But when others heard it, they thought you did it on purpose. Besides, what's the use of raising pigs? If you teach people to laugh at them, this pig is not decent..."

Fang Jifan knew that Zhu Xiurong must have heard something.

Pig raising is indeed ridiculous in this era.

Because on the one hand, unless the ingredients of certain special foods are made, ordinary nobles do not like to eat pork, the taste is too bad, the taste and meat are not good, and only the untouchables are eating these things.

Although in the early Ming Dynasty, because Emperor Taizu Gao was born in the grassroots, there were some pork as ingredients in the dietary recipes in the palace, but gradually, the food in the palace became less and less.

Ordinary people will not raise pigs when they are full.

But Fang Jifan did the opposite, and Empress Zhang might not be complaining, but felt that if this matter spread, the other party's reputation was hindered.

Fang Jifan was calm about this and smiled and said, "Whether a decent person is whether a person does good or bad things, not that he controls his charity. People like me, as long as they are beneficial to the people of the world, they will be willing to do it with pleasure."

Zhu Xiurong couldn't help but be surprised and stared at Fang Jifan and said, "Can raising pigs benefit the world?"

“This is nature.”

"You have to be careful." Zhu Xiurong said: "People outside like to talk, but they may not think so. You shouldn't tell me about this, that I can't control my mouth."

"I discovered it too." Fang Jifan said helplessly.

Under Zhu Xiurong's worried gaze, Fang Jifan said goodbye.

Every time I see Zhu Xiurong, Fang Jifan feels warm and can't help but sigh that the old Zhu family gave birth to a son like Zhu Houzhao, which is a headache, but it is a blessing to give birth to a daughter like Zhu Xiurong.

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"What... Fang Jifan is raising pigs?"

puff……

The next morning, Ma Wensheng, the Minister of War, was in the public room and had just taken a sip of tea, then the tea was sprayed out.

He glared at the civil servant and said, "It's not important to go to the West for a big deal. The countless energy and countless money and food in each department are now directed at his disciples. At this time, shouldn't he be anxious? He actually went to raise pigs?"

Ma Wensheng had not slept all night and was already in a state of irritability. At this time, he really wanted to find a rope to hang it on the beam, so he simply died and died.

For him now, there is nothing more important than Xu Jing. Xu Jing has gone out to sea and has been thinking about it. Even if he wants to wait for his news, he is afraid he can't wait. It seems that it is better to stare at Fang Jifan, but who knows that when someone asks, this guy actually went to raise pigs.

This is awesome!

He was anxious and said, "The son of the dignified marquis, the earl of the Ming Dynasty, the young Zhanshi's mansion, the same director of Xishan Academy, and the thousand households of the Yulinwei Farming Thousand Households, what pigs he went to raise? What ridiculous thing is this? He is not afraid of laughing at the world. What is the use of raising pigs? Is it an important matter? What can he raise? His interest is so unique, why can't he tell that he is such a person in the past?"

The Ministry of War is full of sorrow.

Fang Jifan went to raise pigs.

Almost no one can understand. If you want to eat meat, then raise lamb. Everyone likes lamb, and raising pigs is even more sloppy. Who is willing to eat this pork? How much meat can it produce?

"It is said that the streets and alleys are going crazy, and I have never heard of an earl going to raise pigs in person..."

"Oh..." Ma Wensheng sighed: "This trip to the West... I'm afraid it's over.

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Above the ocean.

The blue waves of thousands of miles cannot be seen at first sight.

Three sea boats traveled south in the shape of a pin character.

The mottled hull was covered with moss. The ship was not big, but it was covered with sails. Following the wind, the ship sailed across the sea.
Chapter completed!