Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 902 What's the matter...

After rewarding all the snowmen, Concubine Fang followed the etiquette and asked where Lianhua Qi was, and she went to see her.

Lianhua happened to also want to ask Nanny Qi for inviting him to build a snowman, so she took Concubine Fang to the greenhouse to meet Nanny Qi.

Seeing Nanny Qi, Concubine Fang felt a little apprehensive, and did not dare to say more after saluting and greeting her.

The mother in charge of the former empress dowager used to be taciturn and behaved very politely, but this time it was beyond Concubine Fang's expectations. Although Madam Qi's aura could not be concealed, her words were amiable. , like an elder, he also cared for her a few words, which flattered her.

What surprised Concubine Fang even more was that Lianhua was not frightened at all, she and Nanny Qi were really like a grandmother and a granddaughter, and Nanny Qi urged her earnestly:
"Grandma Snowman saw it, it's all right. The road is slippery when it snows, so walk slowly, don't step on the snow naughtily, what if it's covered with slippery mud?"

"It's cold, I didn't notice it at first, but it was too late when I realized it was cold, so don't stay outside."

"Don't you want to taste your 'boiled snow cooking tea'? Remember to stay away from the stove, lest the sparks splash on you."

One of the two talked, and the other listened obediently. Their attitudes were very intimate, which made Concubine Fang feel dazed. She didn't come back to herself until Nanny Qi asked her to talk to Lianhua.

After exiting the conservatory, Concubine Fang vaguely felt that Nanny Qi treated her gently, and that she was in the glory of the lotus.

Putting all these aside, without Nanny Qi around, Concubine Fang relaxed a lot.

Lian Hua led Concubine Fang towards the main hall, and said, "Sister Fang, I asked Xiao Jizi and the others to pick the falling snow from the plum blossoms to make tea. Oh, I don't know what happened to them, they haven't returned yet."

She kept muttering in her heart, Xiao Jizi and the others had been out for a long time, could it be that the task she sent was too difficult, so she didn't return for so long?
She asked them to take the bucket to make it easier for them to pick up the snow. She pulled the plum branches directly into the bucket and shook it.

Concubine Fang said, "They went back. My sister met them on the road and went back with them."

Lianhua asked strangely: "Ah? What's the matter..." Concubine Fang had a long chat with her when she came here, but Xiaojizi and the others are still missing?
Concubine Fang also felt strange, it stands to reason that finding a porcelain jar to send Luoxue over should be done soon, why hasn't it come yet?
The two of them were wondering, when they saw Xiao Jizi holding a big porcelain altar and Xiao Linzi carrying a basket of flowers, the two of them walked this way, and they finally came.

From far away, the two of them began to salute out of breath: "See Mrs. Fang, and my master."

Lianhua waved happily, seeing Xiaojizi and the others tired, asked Xiaoqing to help.

Concubine Fang took a closer look, and saw that on the painted porcelain altar were two fishes playing, although they were out of season, they were much better than wooden barrels.

She quickly glanced at Lianhua, seeing that Lianhua's expression was normal, she felt relieved.

Soon people came to the front, Lianhua looked at the porcelain altar, felt very strange, but didn't think much, and directly called Xiao Jizi and the others to enter the main hall, followed by her and Concubine Fang.

A group of people arrived in the main hall, waiting for the things to be put away, Lianhua said: "Xiao Jizi, you have sweated so much, Xiaoqing, quickly pour some water for them to drink."

Xiaojizi and Xiaolinzi quickly thanked each other.

Gudong Gudong drank a glass of water, Xiao Jizi wiped off his sweat, and said: "Master, fortunately, the minions have picked that piece of plum forest. But the jar can only hold this snow, and there is still a lot of snow that can't hold it. When this altar of snow is used up, the servants will fill in the rest."

After finishing speaking, he took a special look at Concubine Fang, this empress, well, what did you say that the jar to hold Mei Xue must be like this or that, otherwise you can't pretend.

So a group of them searched all over the place for porcelain pots and altars that met the requirements, and finally found a barely-there porcelain altar, almost tossing them half to death, before it was too late.

Lianhua didn't think about it, and said ignorantly: "That's it, Xiao Linzi, bring the big teapot for boiling water, master, I will cook snow and make a big pot of tea for you today."

"Yes, master."

The stove used to prepare the water for boiling has been lit with charcoal, and the snow in the Youyu porcelain jar gradually melted, gradually turning from a full jar to a half jar, with a few petals floating in it.

Lianhua happily scooped up a spoonful of sleet water with a spoon, and there was a petal in it. She brought it up to her nose and sniffed it, and then took a deep breath. It does have the fragrance of plum blossoms, but you have to get close to the petal to smell it. The place does not smell.

She looked at the spoonful of citrus water suspiciously. Does the tea brewed with such water really have a special taste?

Maybe Meixue makes tea with the petals inside?Wouldn't it be good to just pick the flowers and throw them in and cook them together?

She couldn't figure it out, but fortunately she was also picked for plum blossoms.

Seeing Concubine Fang's eyes burning, she held up a spoon and asked, "Sister Fang, do you want to hear it?"

Concubine Fang nodded, leaned over with a smile on her face, slapped the spoon lightly with her hand, and said with surprise: "Sister Lian, this plum blossom and snowfall is really excellent. If you use this water to cook tea, it may be better than fine wine." The liquid is not too much."

Lianhua looked back at the spoon suspiciously. Sister Fang said so, so... it should be good, right?
She felt that Xu was like this, the water smelled bland, but the tea that was brewed must be similar to the fine nectar mentioned by Concubine Fang.

She was full of confidence, and smiled and praised Xiao Jizi and the others for their hard work.

Such a good thing deserves points.

She asked Xiaojizi how much Meihuaxue was left, and she wanted to save some Luoxue for the emperor to come back, and then send some to Concubine Xu De so that Concubine Xu could taste it too, as the end of the year was approaching, Concubine De was also busy.

After everything was arranged, Xiaoqing poured the altar of snow water into the big teapot, just enough to fill the teapot, and then put it on the red charcoal stove and started to burn it.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the water to boil.

Lianhua beckoned Concubine Fang to sit down, and leaned comfortably on the round chair with her round belly open.

Concubine Fang asked Jin Xi to unfold the painting she had brought.

Lianhua straightened her body involuntarily, and looked straight at Xiao Jizi and a few people who hadn't seen it.

The green mountains are far away, the near water is smoky, the lotus is open, and its mind is full of doubts.

Is this painting really the one that she wanted to use to fool the plinth of the carved strange stone ornaments, and asked Fangpin to draw it?

At this time, a person came in from the small kitchen of Canglan Courtyard: "Little Kunzi, what are you doing?"

"Sister Xia Liu." The little eunuch called Xiao Kunzi saw someone coming, and politely got up and said, "I went to pick up Luoxue at the master's order. I'm a little tired, so I'll take a rest here."

"You just sit down, you don't need to get up." Xia Liu hurriedly asked people to sit down again, with a humble and friendly attitude.

Holding the iron clip of the charcoal stove in her hand, she walked into the kitchen and said, "I also just upgraded the charcoal stove and sent it to the main hall, and I have not been back long."

As he spoke, he smiled at people and shook the iron clip in his hand.

Little Kunzi nodded politely, sat down again, and did not speak again.

Next to him was a wooden barrel covered with a cloth for steaming things, and it was tightly covered to block prying eyes.

(End of this chapter)