Along the way, Qing Yan was in a state of anxiety.
She did not attend any of the invitations from the female family members.
However, Qing Yan's performance did not make them less enthusiastic, and instead they liked to invite her more and more.
After entering the edge of the grassland, Qing Yan became more and more anxious, and he was also a little irritable with Hu Yin.
Seeing his calm and calm appearance, he wanted to vomit.
She forced herself to endure her temper and serve Yin.
"I'm angry," Qing Yan said with a stern face, always taking a deep breath when serving him.
Yin pinched her little face, and no one else dared to lose their temper in front of him.
Qing Yan was a different kind.
"No" Qingyan said hard, and the strength of his hand movements increased slightly.
He stopped Qing Yan and comforted her.
After a few days, Qing Yan understood why none of the female relatives wanted to come to this grassland.
In addition to the inconvenience of life on the grassland, the most important thing is not to let the Mongolian noble girl get close to Yin.
"We will arrive at the grassland early the morning after tomorrow."
Yin brought another piece of bad news.
Qingyan wrinkled her smile.
She had not mentally built up yet and was about to face it.
"Well, there is a dinner party tonight."
Qingyan often appears in novels.
Mongolian noble ladies will toast at the dinner party.
Several princes should be attracted by the noble lady.
"I don't want others to like you."
Yin lowered his voice and said.
Yin knew Qing Yan's temperament, and coupled with the previous imperial edict, many people wanted to see him accept people into the mansion.
If he takes people to the palace, people will be arranged in the palace.
The little girl tensed up and he patted her back.
The female relatives have left Qingyan alone, and they can spend every day happily on their trip to the grassland.
Uh uh uh Qing Yan was stunned, but he didn't expect Yin to speak directly.
He just doesn't want to steal the prince's attention.
The prince has always been conceited.
If a noble girl falls in love with another prince, he will keep it in mind.
On weekdays, the prince will definitely put on small shoes for her.
"For peace," he sighed.
The prince was very narrow-minded, and Yin knew it.
In the study room, the prince often made trouble for Yin.
The sound of horse hooves came from outside the carriage.
Qing Yan tilted his little head and looked out.
Sure enough, a man in a golden riding costume ran over quickly, followed by more than a dozen guards.
Yin Leng snorted, the prince went out to race horses again.
In fact, he was looking for fun in the surroundings.
No one would say anything even if he stayed out all night.
Kangxi saw this and didn't want to remind the prince to restrain himself a little.
Kangxi was preparing to give the Mongolian tribes a disincentive.
Towards evening, Yujia set up camp.
A small kitchen was specially set up on the right side of Yin's tent.
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Sulan was cooking millet porridge and several delicious cold dishes that Yin liked.
Yin was heart-warming when the dinner was served.
In the middle of the table was a spicy mutton pot with Yin's favorite vegetables in it, a plate of green onions and fungus, a plate of Qingyan's special kimchi, several plates of cold vegetables, and a plate of A plate of purple sweet potato buns and a bowl of red dates and millet porridge per person.
Except for the mutton, the rest was basically brought by Qing Yan from the capital.
Her luggage contained as much food as he liked.
Even the imperial chef in the imperial dining room only brought basic seasonings and bought them at the nearby market one day in advance.
It was difficult for Kangxi to make delicious meals.
"It tastes good."
Yin rarely praised the mutton pot.
"Su Peisheng, I rewarded you with ten taels of silver for making mutton pot."
Sulan came in to thank her.
Before entering the palace, Sulan was specially trained.
Qingyan’s Ama asked Sulan to identify the ingredients.
Qingyan also had his own tips.
Sulan combined the two sides, and the taste became better. .
Qing Yan's eyes sparkled when he heard the compliment.
It was rumored in the palace that the Fourth Master was not picky about his meals, but he rarely praised him.
"There is a lot of mutton on the grassland, so we can cook it from time to time."
Instead, Yin was worried that the Qing banquet would not be able to adapt.
On the table, there were ten plates of various sizes of dishes, five of which were cold vegetables.
There were not so many ingredients that could be eaten cold on the grassland.
Yin took two bites of the dandelion salad and quickly pointed to it.
"You can make this often when you go back."
Yin thought it tasted great and suited his taste.
"My lord, this is a dandelion.
It may not be as convenient as here after I go back."
When Qing Yan said it, Yin was surprised.
There are a lot of dandelions on the grassland, so Qingyan just uses local materials.
However, the people in the imperial kitchen would not choose such a simple one.
They would use quite complicated things to cook the ingredients.
"It tastes good.
I'll prepare more for when I go back."
There was basically no grass growing in the palace, which was also problematic.
Qing Yan pursed his lips, complaining that he was doing unnecessary things and talking too much.
"There is no need for you to take action in the palace."
Yin found that the imperial chef in the imperial dining room was very optimistic about Qing Yan.
He had his own information channels.
The actions of the female family members in other courtyards did not escape his eyes.
Qing Yan loved to eat, Prefer to delve into it.
Uh uh uh Qing Yan stuck out his tongue, it was so embarrassing.
"Okay."
Qing Yan's face was flushed and she rolled up a small handkerchief in her little hands.
Outside the tent, a bonfire was lit, and the guards were patrolling in armor.
Yin sat at the desk, looking at the book in his hand.
Even in Qiu Mi, Yin would not delay the class.
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Qing Yan sat cross-legged on the soft couch, holding a book in his hand.
She was showing off her bandana and embroidering her own handkerchief.
Recently, she has become obsessed with embroidery.
The things they use are basically made by the Shangyi Bureau.
The patterns she traces are all made by herself.
Qingyan likes the Q-version samples.
"It will be very cute then.
Make this into a purse for me."
What Qing Yan embroidered was a handkerchief, and the Q-version figure on it was somewhat similar to Qing Yan's.
"From now on, you are not allowed to make similar paintings.
If you are careless about the slaves around you, it will be troublesome if you lose them."
Qing Yan was silent, she just wanted to finish the embroidery and put it away.
"Yes, not anymore," Yin pointed out, and Qing Yan had no choice but to agree.
Qing Yan was fortunate to have traced the embroidery in the lower right corner, so that it could be done using only half of the fabric.
"Make another black bamboo one outside and put the small purse inside."
Yin likes Longdan Incense, which is played in each of his purses.
The rooms of Qingyan rarely use incense, and Yin is used to it. , I always put the sachet in the study room every time I go there.
Qing Yan nodded quickly.
She had brought Mo Zhu's purse, and she just had to make concentric knots on it.
After he finished speaking, he looked at this word again.
Qing Yan couldn't calm down in his heart.
This little statue should not be given away.
Yes, Yin is her man, so there should be no problem even if she gives him to him.
Qing Yan was annoyed that he didn't think clearly and made the drawing directly.
She immediately reflected that she had gone too far.
Yin just played it on demand and Qing Banquet directly reflected on it.
Often, what she understood by herself was remembered more firmly than what he said in person.
"Master, I know I was wrong," Qing Yan said quickly after seeing him put down the word.
Yin nodded and said something to resolve Qing Yan's negligence
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