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”Let me take a look. What are these dishes?” Zhu Yijun said.

”Let me introduce him to His Majesty.” Wang Rong He excitedly said, ”This is the Eight Treasures Gourd Duck. It's autumn and it's filled with waves of mist.”

”Wait, what's the meaning behind the rest of the poem?” Zhu Yijun asked.

”Since it's an autumn banquet to replenish His Majesty, the two of us should have a meal as well.” Wang Rong He said.

Zhu Yijun smiled and nodded, ”Ducks float on the surface of the water, that's why they are covered by the Frigid Smoke Cui.”

”This dried bamboo shoot steamed taro is called the autumn harvest of ten thousand seeds.” Wang Ronghe said, ”Taro cut a little, I hope the annual harvest is good.”

”What an allegory.” Zhu Yijun said.

”This is a thin slice of pork and a thin roll of beef shredded radish. After being fried, it is covered with a sweet and vinegar sauce. The color of the thin pieces of meat is cute and tender, like a chrysanthemum. Your majesty, what kind of chrysanthemum do you think it is?” Wang Rong asked.

”This bright red plate, could it be Red Sand Red Winter?” Zhu Yijun said.

”Your majesty is so smart, I really don't feel a sense of accomplishment.” Wang Rong He said.

”Then I'm guessing it's Jade Phoenix Yao.” Zhu Yijun said deliberately.

”Your Majesty, you're wrong. This is Scarlet Sand.” Wang Rong He said, ”Yao Tai Yu Feng is a mass of white, how can it be red?”

Zhu Yijun had an expression of thanks for the instruction, while Wang Rong continued with the introduction, ”These are the balance between the Lake Light and the Moon.”

Zhu Yijun supported his head and laughed. The golden eggshell was stuck to the plate and the prawns on it were rolling and queuing up on the eggshell. ”Let us count, how many moons is there?”

”Concept, Concept.” Wang Rong emphasized.

”This is Xiao Xiao sending geese away.” Wang Rong said while pointing.

Sea cucumber is a flock of geese. It's a good mood and a good image.” ”Yes.” Zhu Yijun nodded in agreement. This dish should have a resounding name. ” It was a copper pot hanging from the ceiling, and beneath it was a charcoal roasting. The pot was simmering in a mess, and the sky was filled with flying plants that swam in the water.

”The fire shines in the sky and the autumn sun wins the Spring Festival.” Wang Rong He said.

”How can you change the face of a poem to a new one?” Zhu Yijun said.

”Is it particularly suitable for this Hundred Ingredients Pot?” Wang Ronghe said, ”Only in the autumn, when everything is in good harvest, will there be a pot like this. It is a gift from heaven to hard work for a year, and in the autumn we have to stick to the fat of autumn, so eating delicious food in the autumn can resist the cold winter.”

”Mn, Zitong's words are reasonable.” Zhu Yijun held back his laughter.

”Be serious, your Imperial Majesty.” Wang Rong He said, ”I stared at the menu and thought about how difficult it would be for me to say these words. There are plenty of people who would help Your Majesty relieve his boredom at a grand banquet. I don't want Your Majesty to see that I'm bored and unable to swallow, but I've put in a lot of effort.”

”Zitong did well.” Zhu Yijun said, ”We can feel Zitong's sincerity.”

The two of them ate six dishes and a soup. Even if the portions were exquisite, it was enough to make their stomachs slightly bulge. After the palace maid removed the table, the singing and dancing of Faculty Division also retreated. Wang Rong rubbed her belly and said, ”I have to find a pill to eat.”

”It's fine if you don't eat the last bit, but you must eat it all.” Zhu Yijun rubbed his stomach, ”You must be feeling bad.”

”I'll accompany His Majesty for a walk.” Wang Rong said, ”I haven't walked that small path where Kunning Palace go through even once.”

”Have Xu Duzhong come take a look first?” Zhu Yijun said.

”When you return after taking a walk and eating, you would feel uncomfortable. Then, you can call the Imperial Physician Xu over.” Wang Rong He said.

Just like that, the two of them held hands and walked towards the Gonghou Garden. There were not many people following them, with eunuch leading the way. Wang Rong and the others did not mind meeting someone at the Gonghou Garden, but Zhu Yijun did not want to meet anyone else.

He was the Son of Heaven, and everything in his life had been meticulously prepared, but this was different from what Wang Rong had prepared today. Wang Rong's preparations weren't all that extraordinary, but traces of her meticulousness could be seen everywhere. Her meticulousness wasn't something that could be simply arranged with her mouth, and her heart was especially moved.

So empress can be like this.

”What is His Majesty thinking? Why did you suddenly reveal such an expression? ” His Majesty had a smile on his face at this moment. Very suddenly, he would feel curious.

”We are thinking about when Zitong will invite us to the banquet again.” Zhu Yijun said.

”Today is not the end. Does His Majesty already think of the future?” ”” Wang Rong said with a smile. Your Majesty, you have so much to do, and I'm very busy managing the harem. ”

”The Queen Mother never gave you any important palace duties. What are you busy with?” Zhu Yijun laughed and said, ”You have been coughing for so long, and Imperial Mother has never said anything to excuse you. What are you thinking?”

”When His Majesty is not feeling well, do you ever slack off and disregard the imperial government?” Wang Rong asked.

”I am different. This is a public service.” Zhu Yijun said.

”It's my duty to pay respects to the empress dowager.” Wang Rong He said.