Chunman Palace

Chapter 88
When they reached the shore, the two returned to their residence together.At this time, Mo'er had already stewed the fish, opened the lid of the pot and sprinkled emerald green scallions for decoration, the color, fragrance and flavor were all complete.

Lin Qingyu smelled the fragrance from a distance, she was in a good mood, she pushed the door open with a smile, and praised, "It smells so good."

Mo'er was in the room, and heard her laughing crisply, holding a spoon to hang a layer of soup: "This fish is very fresh, my sister eats poor food these days, you can eat a few more bowls later."

Lin Qingyu scooped up a few spoonfuls of noodles, "The fish is almost done, let's put a few steamed buns on the side of the pot later." Then he added water to the pot, ready to start kneading the noodles.

Mo'er stepped forward to stop her and said, "It's fine if I'm here, sister go out and wait."

Lin Qingyu said: "It's not that I don't know how to knead dough, it's too hard for you to knead dough after making fish."

Mo'er smiled: "This kitchen is smoky, and it's not worth the greasy smell. I've already been tainted by this greasy smell, and it's the same no matter what I do. My sister can eat when she goes out to enjoy the scene."

Lin Qingyu was startled and said, "Isn't this enough for a whole morning?"

"Autumn scenery is picturesque, and the scenery is different every time of day!" Just as she was talking, Mo'er gently pushed her down with her elbow.

Unable to resist Mo'er, she had no choice but to retreat from the kitchen, and tentatively asked Zeyu, "Master Zeyu, please stay for lunch?"

Zeyu stood calmly in front of a pine and cypress, "Zeyu has brought his own dry food since then."

"Your Excellency brought fresh fish, if only Mo'er and I were eating here, Qingyu would feel really sorry." She paused, and said: "It's just an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks, not to mention that the Emperor asked Your Excellency to eat it every day." It’s been a lot of hard work to visit this Huahua State twice a month, and I should be a landlord.”

After she finished speaking, she realized that the second part of her sentence was really inappropriate, and changed her words again: "The fish is delicious, but Mo'er and I can't use up all of it. I'm afraid it will be thrown away overnight. Isn't it a waste?"

Zeyu felt that this made sense, so he finally nodded.

So, the three of them sat around a wooden table. On the table was braised fish in sauce, steamed buns and clear porridge on both sides. Mo'er handed a steamed bun to each of them, and finally took a bite of the white and soft meat in his hand. I ate the steamed buns with satisfaction.

Both Lin Qingyu and Zeyu were a little reserved, as if they were still in the palace, the master and his subordinates were eating together at the table, the scene was indescribably awkward and abnormal.

In the end, it was Lin Qingyu who broke the deadlock first, raised his chopsticks and said, "My lord, use your chopsticks, let's see how Mo'er's skills are?"

Zezu made an unnatural "hmm", picked up a small piece of fish with chopsticks, and said in a low voice, "It's delicious."

Mo'er picked up a piece of fish belly for Lin Qingyu: "My sister will eat too, there is still in the pot."

Lin Qingyu lowered his head and ate silently. The fish meat was tender and delicate, and the soup was thick and mellow. It melted in his mouth and slid down his throat into his belly, giving him an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

While eating, Mo'er suddenly said: "Zei's bodyguard, did the emperor say when he will come to take sister back to the palace?"

"Probably not until the winter solstice."

Lin Qingyu's hands were frozen in mid-air, and finally he only put a piece of cooked green onion into the basin, and said in a daze, "But... what identity should I return to the palace? Does the emperor have any plans?"

Zeyu said in a deep voice: "The emperor didn't say that." He paused for a moment, and said: "I will never take the position of nobleman."

She put down her chopsticks suddenly, and said boldly: "May I ask my lord, if my father and elder brother hadn't got cholera, would the emperor never have come to Huahua State?"

When Mo'er heard this, she secretly felt sorry for Lin Qingyu, and was completely stunned, her hands stopped at the moment when she was putting rice into her mouth.

Although Ze Zu often visited the two of them, he was always ordered by the emperor. After all, he was the emperor's man. It was too dangerous for Lin Qingyu to say such things in person.

Zezu also put away the bowls and chopsticks, and said seriously: "What the emperor's mind is, I don't know."

"Well, I know." Lin Qingyu smiled with his lips curled up, and lowered his eyes and said: "Eat quickly, my lord, the fish will always turn fishy when it is cold, and it will be difficult to eat at that time, and the fish will be hot again after it is cooled." The pot is warm, and the taste is not as delicious as before."

Then he was speechless, got up and left silently.

She immediately said: "Mo'er, go and see off Master Zesu."

Mo'er didn't know what this meant, so she nodded and followed.

Lin Qingyu looked at the fish in the basin, but also had no intention of using it again, and put away the chopsticks, feeling full of disappointment and regret.

What she said just now, she has already secretly stated that she will never care about and cherish the warmth of a cold person's charity, otherwise she is the emperor's personal bodyguard after all, how can she be allowed to accuse Xuan Yin?Sure enough, what she said was self-indulgent.

On the bank, Mo'er hurriedly caught up with Zeyu, calling several times before he was stopped, and panting, he took out a sword tassel and put it in front of him, saying: "Zeiyu guard, you, you go!" It’s too fast, I still have something to give you.”

Zeyu jumped off the boat, but didn't go to pick up the sword spike: "Who did this?"

"Of course it was my sister who made it. She spent several nights making this sword tassel. It takes a long time to weave this silk alone. It is all made of silk mixed with gold thread grown by her own hands. Mo'er pointed to the jade beads on the sword tassel and said, "That's it, but the beads are ground from mutton fat jade."

Although Zeyu was a little moved, he shook his head righteously: "You won't be rewarded for no merit, and you really dare not accept such a precious thing."

Mo'er patted the tassel into his hand, and said with a smile: "Although the emperor intends for you to monitor whether my sister and I have left Huahua State without authorization, I know that the donation of these items and tools is not ordered by the emperor, but by you. Your heart... This tassel is my sister's heart for you, just a simple sense of gratitude! Don't worry about it, my lord."

After speaking, Mo'er saluted the person slightly, then turned and ran away immediately.

Seeing the clear spike of the sword in his hand, which was shining brightly under the autumn sun, Zezu couldn't help but grip it a little harder.

At night, the autumn dew hung on the branches, and without paying attention, it was cold and wet like rain on the clothes and skirts. It has become colder and colder lately. A steaming bowl of porridge came in.

"Sister, I saved some fresh fish slices at noon, and now I cook porridge with ginger slices, which is the best way to warm up the body and nourish the stomach."

Lin Qingyu got up and tasted it, then smiled and said: "It's delicious, you should use some."

Mo'er waved her hand and said, "No need, I've already had a drink just now." She paused for a moment, then covered her mouth and laughed.

Lin Qingyu took another sip of porridge and asked in confusion, "What's so happy about it?"

Mo'er was embarrassed and said: "De Ji and Shunxian ate all the swill this morning, and now they are vomiting and diarrhea. They ran to the latrine several times in a row, and now the two of them are fighting for the latrine!"

Lin Qingyu faintly lost her smile, took out a jar from the bed and put it beside the bed, said: "Then give them this medicine, and give them two bowls of porridge, and it will be all right tomorrow."

"Yes." Mo'er nodded repeatedly, walked to the door with the medicine jar, and added: "My sister is still kind."

Lin Qingyu lowered his eyes, looking at the hands now lost in thought.

Kindness?But it doesn't count, she asked Mo'er to deliver medicine to De Ji and Shun Xian, just because she was afraid that they would really die here, and she and Mo'er might not be able to lift one of them together, and she only came once every half a month, when the time came Wouldn't it be sad when the corpse had already rotted and smelled?
The night light is dim, and it turns into a butterfly fluttering among the flowers, falling heavily into a dream.

She stands on the bustling street, there are dough kneaders, candied haws, grocery vendors with various jewelry, and even street performers.She was dazzled, and walked on the street ignorantly, looking at the clouds and clouds, and the sky was as open as the sea.

Suddenly, a jade-colored figure caught her attention. The figure was like bamboo, thin and straight, and he walked across the crowd like the wind, walking straight into the alley.

Her mind was shaken, she left the bustling troubles and followed the person, but she couldn't see him, but she felt that the person was drinking tea and listening to the opera behind her, and she kept looking back, the pictures overlapped and were not very real.

Finally, she noticed that figure walked into the teahouse, and she followed after after hesitating for a moment, only to see that Qiongyu Banished Immortal was sitting in the front seat quietly listening to the play.

She also stepped forward curiously, the play was so sour that it brought tears to her eyes, but she couldn't understand what the play was about. It's like a different person.

She boldly sat with the man, raised her eyes to look closely, but saw a strange face in front of her, feeling suddenly lost in her heart, got up and left her seat.That man, as if he had never appeared in her world, just disappeared without a sound.

She even forgot why she pursued that man, and she just felt very disappointed in her heart, as if regretting that she didn't catch up in time, her mood was soaked in vinegar-like sourness, helpless.

The moment the dream shadow dissipated, she overlapped with the real picture, and the feeling of loss was brought from the dream to reality, which was real and painful.

When she sat up, her back was soaked with sweat, she wiped her forehead, it was cold without sweat, dry and cool.She was running in her dream, sweating profusely, but in this world, her forehead was dry and sweatless?It is inexplicably strange.

Mo'er had fetched a basin of water for her to wash up, she stopped Mo'er and said, "I had a dream, it was very real."

Mo'er smiled and said, "Everyone has dreams, and dreams are all fake, illusory, so don't worry about it, sister."

Lin Qingyu clutched her chest and said, "But that dream seems to have happened in real life. I can still remember the feeling in the dream even when I wake up."

Mo'er stepped forward and asked concerned: "Did sister not have a good rest? I heard that if you are too tired on weekdays, if you don't rest well, you will have frequent dreams."

Lin Qingyu frowned and said, "Mo'er, have you ever heard a story about Zhuang Sheng dreaming of a butterfly?"

She took a breath and said softly: "Once upon a time, there was a man named Zhuang Zhou who dreamed that he turned into a butterfly, but when he woke up, he found that he was still a human. Butterflies dream and become Zhuang Zhou."

Mo'er smiled lightly: "How can a butterfly dream like a human? Naturally, Zhuang Zhou dreamed and turned into a butterfly. My sister thought, if the butterfly dreamed to be Zhuang Zhou, the butterfly would not know how to write."

Lin Qingyu said again: "Then dream or reality, which one is real?"

"That depends on what my sister thinks."

Lin Qingyu scooped up the water with his hands, and said with relief in his heart: "Yes, everything is not in others, but in the heart. False is true and true is false, true is false and false is true, true and false, why should you be so serious? ?”

Outside the Huachen Palace, Mu Pingting has a graceful and elegant temperament. She is wearing a Suzhou embroidered Yuehua brocade dress like a cut of moonlight in full bloom, and she wears a cloud-patterned xiapei on her shoulders.

She saw Zechu walking in a hurry from a distance, and when she rubbed shoulders, she still couldn't hold back and called out, "Zei."

Zeyu stopped, looked down, and said briefly: "What orders does Empress Jin have?"

Her red lips parted slightly, affectionately: "I know that the emperor has assigned you a lot of tasks recently, but you should take good care of yourself when you are doing things."

Zeyu saluted and said: "Thank you, Concubine Jin, for your concern. I have something important to do at the moment, so I left first."

Seeing that the situation was not right, Huayue wisely led all the palace people to retreat first.

"Are you so unwilling to say one more word to me?!" She looked at Zeyu, her tone filled with infinite sadness: "Even if we are not in love with each other, it's okay to care for a few words as a friend occasionally, right?"

"I also hope that the empress will take care of the dragon fetus."

As soon as she said this, she lost her mind for a moment, covered her belly with her hands unnaturally and stroked it gently, and said with a smile: "Of course, the glory of this palace now depends on this child, so what if Concubine Min gave birth to a princess? It's not that she lost a complete defeat, she won't be able to beat me after all."

Zeyu was not interested in the disputes in the harem at all, but when he heard this, he frowned, turned around and was about to leave.

Mu Pingting's eyes fell on the sword on Zeyu's waist for a moment, and she panicked, "When did you change the sword ear?"

She stretched out her hand to grab the sword ear, but she stopped in her tracks because she was afraid of disturbing others.

She caressed the tassel of the sword carefully, and trembled in disbelief: "This needlework... and this skill of twisting silk, is it her?!"

After that, she put aside the sword spike as if she was greatly frightened, and said, "Why her? You know that the emperor clearly intends to bring her back, and you also know that I want to deal with her, so why do you want to fight me? Then, are you taking revenge on me!"

Zeyu's words were cold and straightforward: "I don't understand what Jinfei Empress is talking about."

She laughed tremblingly, causing the steps on her head to sway like flower branches: "Yes, I am Concubine Jin now, but what else have I got besides this honor? The sound of the moon, I can't help but feel the pain in my heart." Hairy, but who understands my mood?"

Zeyu smiled coldly, and snorted softly with a disdainful nasal voice: "Your Majesty's mood is only known to you, how can others understand?"

Mu Pingting curled her lips coldly, and said with a faint smile, "You think she's showing you her heart by giving you this tassel? In this world, there are people who pretend to be passionate!"

There was a cold chill in Zeshi's eyes, and he responded flatly: "To each other."

(End of this chapter)