wear it lord god

"Grandma!" The voice was already outside before the person arrived.

The crisp voice of the little girl is particularly pleasant, just like the sound of a silver bell.

Along with the sound came a fragrance, which made the empress dowager turn her head to look at Ziling beside her and laugh happily.

Zi Ling saw the Queen Mother smile, and couldn't help but smile too. The Queen Mother hadn't smiled sincerely for a long time.

Xining came in holding a plate of fried meatballs: "Grandma, this should be eaten while hot." She handed the plate to the maid who was serving food next to her and happily sat down opposite the Queen Mother.

It was very rude to sit down without being asked to do so... Ziling looked at the Queen Mother, whose attention was entirely focused on the meatballs, which the maid was respectfully serving to the table. She gave up the idea of ​​blaming him.

"Radish meatballs?" The Queen Mother saw the meatballs on the plate, which were fried until golden brown, and knew at a glance that the skin must be burnt and crispy.

"That's right." He held his head high as if he was proudly seeking credit.

"Then try it." The Queen Mother raised her chopsticks.

"Wait!" someone outside shouted and rushed in.

"How dare you!" Zi Ling gestured and blocked the Queen Mother with her body, with her arms slightly spread out, like a hen protecting her cubs, and stared at the newcomer with a frown: "What do you want?"

The person who came was dressed as a cook, in her forties, wearing coarse cloth. There was a slave symbol burned on her forehead, and she was thin. She knelt down hurriedly: "Your Majesty, don't eat it, there is something wrong with this."

The Queen Mother was startled, glanced at the Fourteenth Princess, put down her chopsticks and asked slowly, her voice full of majesty: "What's the problem?"

Now that it has come to this, the cook made up her mind: "I saw the princess secretly put something in it..."

If it's not poison, why release it secretly?

"You are talking nonsense!" Chun'er, who was kneeling beside him, became anxious and tried to defend her master, but she didn't say anything else.

The Empress Dowager didn't say anything, and Ziling didn't say anything either. The room was surprisingly quiet, and only a slight "click, click" sound was heard.

The cook plucked up her courage and looked up, and saw the Fourteenth Princess eating, and she even picked up another one with chopsticks and stuffed it into her mouth. She also raised her sleeves to cover it with courtesy, and was so elegant that there was no fault to be found. When she chewed it, the skin was crispy.

The cook is at a loss now. The man ate it first, so it can't be poisoned.

Xining put down his chopsticks, took out a small bag from his sleeve and handed it to Ziling: "Grandma, this is what Moer put in."

Being a careful person, Ziling took the bag and opened it to see fine white particles inside: "What is this?"

"Moer specially made the fine salt." Xining said slowly: "The salt we use now is coarse and bitter. Moer wanted to make grandma eat better, so she made the fine salt."

Ziling pinched some with his fingers and licked it slightly, then nodded: "It is indeed salt."

"Oh?" The queen became interested and picked up the chopsticks to pick up a meatball and put it in her mouth. After chewing it for a few times, her eyes suddenly lit up. She picked up another one and then couldn't stop eating the whole plate. Only then did she put down her chopsticks with a feeling of unsatisfied taste.

"Mm, it's delicious." The Queen Mother smiled kindly: "Mo'er is thoughtful."

"Moer was happy to see that her grandmother had a good appetite." Xining also specifically mentioned: "Everyone was happy, and Aunt Ziling couldn't stop smiling."

Zi Ling was smiling, and when he saw the Queen Mother looking at him, his mouth widened: "The Fourteenth Princess is really filial."

The queen mother took the corn porridge in front of her and took a sip. The meatballs were greasy, and the porridge could help to relieve the greasiness in the mouth, making it particularly delicious and refreshing. After taking two sips, she held the bowl in front of her lips but did not drink. She seemed to be frozen, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Zi Ling put away her smile and turned to the kneeling cook with a gloomy face, "You bold servant, slandered the Fourteenth Princess and almost ruined the Queen Mother's appetite, damn it!" The cook kowtowed like a garlic, "It's my poor eyesight, I haven't woken up yet, my eyes are blurry. Please spare my life, Queen Mother."

He then kowtowed to the Fourteenth Princess: "Please forgive me, Princess Fourteen."

The head made a banging sound, and it hurt just by listening to it.

"Grandmother, this servant is quite loyal. She was able to see me using salt, which proves that she is careful, and she dared to come and report the news." Unexpectedly, the Fourteenth Princess did not blame her.

She also said to Ziling: "Aunt, just consider her loyalty and don't blame her."

Zi Ling looked at the Queen Mother's expression and snorted coldly, "Why don't you thank me, Fourteenth Princess? Stop being an eyesore here and get out of here!"

The cook kowtowed to express her gratitude and stood up to leave. There was already a large bruise on her forehead, which would have been broken if there hadn't been a straw mat on the floor.

The Queen Mother put down the bowl and said leisurely, "What's the point of being loyal or not? If I die, they will inevitably go with me."

At this time, the number of people buried with the queen mother ranged from a few to hundreds. If the queen mother was poisoned, all the people in the small kitchen would either be beaten to death or buried together in the burial pit in the tomb.

Xining turned to Ziling and stretched out his hand: "Aunt, give it back to me."

The Queen Mother was curious: "Show me the things."

Zi Ling handed it to the Queen Mother with both hands. After the Queen Mother opened it, she sniffed it, dipped her fingers in it, twisted it with her index finger and thumb, and finally licked it: "Sure enough, it is thin and white, without any bitter taste. How is it made?"

Xining stood up and ran to the Queen Mother to whisper.

The Queen Mother listened with her ears cocked to the side with a smile on her face. To outsiders, it looked like the two were enjoying each other's company and there was a harmonious relationship between the two.

"Grandmother, Mo'er doesn't tell most people. Add coarse salt to water and boil it slowly over a fire. When the water is almost boiled, filter it with fine linen cloth and stir-fry the remaining water. There is nothing else to it, it just takes time and firewood. I spent most of the day yesterday and only got this much. Please don't tell outsiders, this is Mo'er's gift to you."

Another way is to add lime to filter, but she doesn't want to reveal it. Try not to change the course of history, just leave enough foundation for the body owner to settle down, otherwise when the body owner comes back, she has no ability to protect herself, and even if she becomes the empress, she will not be as lucky as Wu Zetian.

The Queen Mother frowned slightly after hearing this, but quickly opened her eyes. Now, frugality is advocated inside and outside the palace, and they are afraid that the censors will impeach extravagance. But this salt only costs a little more firewood, and it is also the granddaughter's filial piety to the Queen Mother, and it has not been promoted inside and outside the palace.

"Mo'er is thoughtful. Don't worry, this method is yours, you little fox." He reached out and scratched her little nose.

"Moer will cook delicious food for grandma every day in the future." Xining smiled, as if cooking for the empress dowager was the happiest thing in the world.

"Well, I know you came here early in the morning. These radish balls are very delicious. It takes a lot of effort to make such simple ingredients delicious." The Queen Mother thought for a moment, then reached out and patted her hand gently: "You deserve a reward! Tell me what you want."

After hearing this, Xining immediately knelt down and asked, "Anything is OK?"

The Queen Mother smiled and said, "Tell me first."

"Then Mo'er will tell me first, and let Grandmother tell me if it's okay."

The Queen Mother smiled and nodded. At this time, she needed to see what the child was thinking. Where there were demands, there were weaknesses.

Xining then said, "Since Mo'er's nanny passed away, Mo'er has not received any monthly salary. Mo'er wants this month's salary and the previous monthly salary, otherwise she won't even have money to buy firewood and salt."

"What?" The Queen Mother asked incredulously, "Do you know who detained it?"

Xining shook his head: "Moer doesn't know, Chun'er is young, and every time she went, she was sent back. If it weren't for Chunri's monthly salary, which was used to buy a few coarse grain buns and charcoal from time to time, Moer would have collapsed long ago." (End of this chapter)