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The little eunuch showed embarrassment. This lie was too false. If the empress could believe it, it would be a ghost.

"Have the face sieve been done?" Ning Chen glanced at Xiao Mingyue who was sitting far away and shouted.

"Okay, cough cough." Mingyue ran over with flour in her arms, her face full of whiteness, and only two big eyes were left.

Ning Chen took the flour and wiped it on Xiao Mingyue twice. He didn't wipe it off, so he ignored it and continued to work on his own.

"What are you messing with?" Mingyue asked with her big eyes flashing.

"Egg white, sugar" Ning Chen was stirring with three chopsticks and was fighting hard. Without an egg beater, he could only solve the problem with brute force.

After a while, the egg white turned into foam and couldn't even be poured out. Ning Chen put it aside and began to clean up the egg yolks.

The little eunuch was cold to the side, and he didn't care or ask, and he was a little confused.

Ning Chen suddenly remembered that there was another person, looked at the little eunuch, shouted, "Come on, I'll send my father-in-law back, remember to give the tea money."

"Yes" the old housekeeper walked out, came to the little eunuch who could no longer speak, and turned sideways, saying, "Brother-in-law, please."

The little eunuch "Marquis" came to his senses and was about to persuade him again, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Mingyue, don't be naughty. The egg whites are broken and there will be no cake to eat today."

"Oh" Mingyue hurriedly withdrew her little hand and smiled embarrassedly.

The little eunuch left lonely, and looked depressed and thought about how to get a job when he went back.

In the kitchen, Ning Chen was busy and threw Changsun's summons behind him in a blink of an eye.

The egg yolks and flour were mixed, and there were not many steps left. Ning Chen poured half of the egg white into the flour paste, stirred it for a few times, and then threw it to Xiao Mingyue.

"As I did, stir up and down, stir well, pour the rest in and continue stirring."

"good"

Mingyue responded, and then took the slut and stirred it in a proper manner.

Ning Chen nodded very satisfied, and the child could teach him.

There was no problem with Xiao Mingyue. Ning Chen walked to the pot and carefully brushed a layer of oil on the surface of the pot.

"Bad guy, there are so many bubbles, what should I do?" Mingyue shouted.

"Poke it through" Ning Chen replied.

Mingyue's head was a little dizzy. There were so many things, when would she poke it?

"Aunt Li, give me a needle." Mingyue looked at a middle-aged woman with a beautiful face at the door and waved her little hand.

"Okay," Aunt Li hurriedly sent a few needles.

Ning Chen packed up the pot and came to help, poking the bubbles one by one with a fine needle.

The two of them worked hard for a long time and finally wiped out all the bubbles. Then, they poured the cake batter into the pot and started baking.

"Bad guy, can it work?" Mingyue asked half-believingly.

"It should be possible," Ning Chen replied with obvious lack of confidence.

The two of them were waiting quietly in anticipation, one of the Northern Mongolian emperors and the other of the Great Xia Wuhou, surrounded the stove, and they didn't dare to say nervous words.

The solemn atmosphere also spread among the people outside, and they all stood at the door and stared at each other with wide eyes.

After a long time, the aroma of the cake came out, and the unique sweetness spread rapidly, making everyone's expectation more and more intense.

"It's almost done"

Seeing that the color of the cake gradually turned yellow, Ning Chen moved the pot away and then carefully cut the cake from the pot with a knife.

"I'll try it," Mingyue shouted impatiently.

Ning Chen cut a piece and handed it to Xiao Mingyue's mouth. After seeing the little girl take a bite, he was also busy taking a bite.

“It’s delicious”

The two of them suddenly lit up their eyes, sweet and delicious, soft and moderate, and the taste was excellent.

"Bad man, you are such a genius." Mingyue smiled with her eyebrows and eyes and praised.

"Must" Ning Chen accepted the little girl's admiration without any modesty.

Mingyue cut a piece of cake, ran to the door, handed it to Aunt Li, who had just given the fine needle, and said happily, "Aunt Li, try it."

"Thank you, young master." Aunt Li hurriedly took the cake and thanked her.

Everyone looked at him with envy and looked eager, and they wanted to know what this strange thing the Marquis made was like.

Aunt Li broke the cake piece by piece and handed it to the few people around him, one by one, and taste it together.

"How is it?" asked anxiously.

"tasty"

The person who had eaten looked at each other and nodded suddenly.

"I want to eat and make it myself, everything is here, bye"

Ning Chen glanced at the chefs and left arrogantly with the cake.

Xiao Mingyue giggled and left.

Several chefs looked at each other and recalled with headaches how the Marquis did it.

This day was the most joyful day in the Hou Mansion, especially in the kitchen. From time to time, everyone's regrets came out and the cake was broken again.

Ning Chen and Xiao Mingyue enjoyed the fruits of their labor happily, ignoring the mood of a large group of people in the mansion.

"The Empress is here!" At this moment, the guards' voices sounded outside the door, and it was Changsun who came in person.

"Ahem"

Ning Chen was so scared that he was choked by the cake and coughed violently.

"Hide quickly"

Ning Chen immediately hid the cake in the cupboard and was about to run away in panic.

"It's too late"

Mingyue was also a little overwhelmed by the nerves of the bad guys and said anxiously.

"What reason did I just find?"

Ning Chen was so scared that his memory was not good, so he asked anxiously.

"Sick" Mingyue hurriedly replied.

"Yes, I'm sick." Ning Chen ran back to the inner room, took off his shoes and lay on the bed. He ignored whether it was hot or not, and covered both quilts on his body.

"Empress"

Several maids in the mansion had no time to retreat and knelt nervously.

"Where is Ning Chen?" Changsun asked with an angry look on his face.

"Horse...Horse is in the room," a maid replied stutteringly.

Qingning glanced at the Hou Mansion and couldn't help but wonder why there were only a few people in the mansion.

With a "clang", the door was pushed open. Changsun entered the room and saw Ning Chen lying on the bed. He sneered and asked Mingyue next to him, "Mingyue, what's wrong with him?"

"Sick...sick"

Influenced by Ning Chen, Mingyue was also a little scared of the Empress of Daxia and stuttered.

"Imperial Doctor, go and see what disease you have!" Changsun glanced at the old doctor behind him and said coldly.

"yes"

The old doctor responded respectfully, then walked quickly to the bedside and took Ning Chen's pulse.

Mingyue and Ning Chen on the bed were sweating coldly. Changsun's move was too cruel and even the imperial doctor brought him here.

After a while, the old doctor stood up, walked to Changsun, and said respectfully, "Report to the Empress, the Marquis's pulse is slightly chaotic, which is a sign of not healing from the injury. Just take care of it."

"I understand, you go back," Changsun said.

"Yes, I'm going to leave." The old doctor bowed and retreated.

Seeing the old doctor leaving, Qingning hurriedly winked at Xiao Mingyue and signaled someone on the bed to surrender himself and confess his guilt.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Changsun walked forward two steps, grabbed Ning Chen's ear, and said angrily, "I will dress up again. You are getting more and more courageous. I dare not even call you."

Xiao Mingyue took two steps back without any mercy. The Empress of Daxia was too fierce and she didn't dare to mess with her.

Not far outside the door, several maids were frightened by the movements in the room. In their impression, the Empress was a gentle and virtuous person, so the difference was so big.

In the room, Ning Chen knelt on the bed, lowered his head, and did not dare to breathe.

Qingning and Xiaoming retreated farther than the other, and no one dared to go up and persuade him, so he could only pray for the former to seek blessings.

Changsun cursed for a while before sitting down and drinking water, breathing a little.
To be continued...