The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

The warm days passed by, and soon it was November [-] of this year, the winter solstice.

During the Great Zhou Dynasty, the winter solstice was an important festival when all officials could have a day off.

Song Qingyue grabbed Li Zhao's arm and acted like a baby when she got up early in the morning: "How about making dumplings together today? I want to eat dumplings made by my husband!"

Li Zhao raised his eyebrows, pinched her face, and said with a smile, "I'm getting better at acting like a baby."

"Are you okay?" Song Qingyue continued to shake his arm.

"I didn't do it." Li Zhao said in embarrassment.

"You can learn it after a while, my husband is so smart. I just want to eat the dumplings made by my husband, why don't you make them for me, okay?"

Being stared at by the little girl, Li Zhao couldn't stand it anymore. When the lady acted like a baby, any gentleman would be like a cloud far away from the kitchen. "All right, all right, just make a dumpling, there's nothing wrong with it. Just make it for you to eat."

The little woman's exquisite eyebrows immediately stretched out, and she stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the face: "Husband is the best, I love him to death!"

After finishing speaking, Song Qingyue was suddenly startled, and the smile froze on her face.She immediately turned her face away, pretending to straighten her clothes.

She looked down at her hands, which were trembling slightly.

How could it be that, in just over a month, you have become addicted to his love without knowing it.

Li Zhao was also stunned, this was the first time Song Qingyue said she loved him.

Just now that sentence just blurted out naturally, so that people didn't have the slightest precautions, so they said it out of nowhere.

Li Zhao was naturally delighted, and even a little moved.

He wanted to ask her to speak again.

Just now Song Qingyue spoke so fast that Li Zhao didn't even have time to hear clearly.

"Yue'er..." He gently tugged on her sleeve.

Song Qingyue stood up abruptly, and said, "I, I'm in a hurry, I'm going to clean the room."

"Yue'er!" He grabbed her wrist swiftly and skillfully pulled her into his arms, but he saw her face was serious, her almond eyes were desperately avoiding to look at him.

"Moon..."

"En." Song Qingyue lowered her head and responded carefully.

"Yue'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." He hugged her tightly, his heartbeat and breathing became chaotic, he held her face, and kissed her eyes, nose, and lips as tenderly as possible, "I love you You, I will pamper you and protect you forever, don't be afraid..."

But the more he said about life, the more her heart sank.

Song Qingyue pushed Li Zhao away, lowered her eyelashes and said in a low voice: "I'm fine, it's just that it was too sudden. Your Highness, don't say anything that will last forever." She paused, then whispered: "The taste of disappointment The most bitter..."

So many vows of eternal love in this world have turned into chilling and resentment in the end.

Li Zhao held her hand and let her palm stick to his heart: "Okay, I won't talk about it in the future, my husband will do it for you."

Song Qingyue smiled, but the smile was a bit bleak and forced, her tone was sincere and aggrieved: "I, I... I can't control my own thoughts, His Highness treats me so tenderly, Yue'er can't control it... ..."

Talking about her eye circles turning red again, Li Zhao felt as if a hole had been shot in her heart when she saw her appearance and heard her express her feelings like this.

He asked himself, why can't he feel better and tell her firmly that she will be the only one in his life from now on?

He even hated himself a little, why is he an emperor's grandson?If he wasn't the emperor's grandson, would he be able to live happily and peacefully with Yue'er for a lifetime?
One pair for life people.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea.

A person like Yue'er is born to stand on the highest point and shine brightly.

For a woman like Yue'er, if he wasn't a grandson of the emperor, how could he match her?
If he doesn't stand at the highest point of power, how can he help her realize those aspirations?

There are gains and losses, and everything is a necessary sacrifice.

He knew in his heart who he liked.

Song Qingyue caught a glimpse of his tightly clenched fists and his tightly pressed lips from the corner of her eye, and knew that Li Zhao would not promise anything.

He is a good person, he doesn't promise easily, and what he promises can usually be fulfilled.

Slightly disappointed, but not disappointed.

It's not like Li Zhao doesn't know about that character design. How could it be so easy for her to distort the author's character design?

It would be nice to be able to make him feel true to himself.

Alright alright, that's it for today, don't force him anymore.

Song Qingyue stood up, sniffed, the tears quickly receded, and she regained her composure, she pulled Li Zhao up: "Let's not talk about this anymore, this winter solstice, let's go make dumplings."

Li Zhao exhaled slowly, stood up following her strength, and walked out with her, but his heart was still stuffy.

He seemed to have disappointed her again just now.

Lin Wanfu followed behind, thinking that this is really going to the kitchen?

The son of the world has never worked since he was born, why did the concubine really go there as soon as he said it?
Hey, hey, Sister Feng Qi also followed, hurry up and follow, first check if the water in the Taiping tank is full, don't wait for His Royal Highness to burn the kitchen, you two hurt a strand of hair , I have to move my head.

So the kitchen was surrounded by the people of King Su's mansion, and a group of royal soldiers guarded the gate of the kitchen courtyard. The maids and women in the kitchen were all stopped outside. They blocked the door, stretching their necks like a group of big white geese. I want to watch the excitement.

The concubine of Prince Su's mansion dragged His Royal Highness into the kitchen, tell me, how strange this is!
"Sister Feng Qi burns fire, Mo Fan peels onion and chops ginger, Mo Hen washes vegetables, Mo Hen kneads noodles, Wanfu, you are strong, you chop meat!"

In the kitchen, Song Qingyue commanded with pride like a general.

When Lin Wanfu heard this, he pointed to his nose: "Slaves chop meat?"

He glanced at his master, and Li Zhao glared at him: "Wash your hands and do your work, what do you want me to do?"

"Hey! Hey...slave, here we go, work..."

Ten thousand muddy horses galloped past Lin Wanfu's heart.

Well, the prince listens to the concubine, what can he say as a eunuch?I dare not say anything.He is the majestic chief manager of Wangfu East Road, and he actually asked him to chop meat. He really has never done this.

The girls around Song Qingyue obviously often cook by themselves, and they are quick and skilled in cooking. Lin Wanfu is also not bad, at least he is a skilled person who has practiced kung fu, and the meat is very finely chopped.

Song Qingyue looked at Wanfu's chopped meat, and the delicate Liu Yemei frowned, and said in disgust: "You chop it too finely, the meat of the dumplings needs to be bigger to have a good taste."

Li Zhao also followed with disgust: "Why can't you do this well?"

Lin Wanfu wanted to say that he had never worked in a dining room before!
Wanfu is wronged!Do not say Wanfu!
Among the few Mo, Mo Ping likes to eat the most, and she also likes to eat the most. Her biggest wish is to be the head of a big restaurant after she leaves the house.

It's not a problem to make stuffing for buns or dumplings. When she was in the Song Mansion, she often cooked in the middle of the night to make supper for the young lady. The young lady loved her supper the most.

Soon, the stuffing was ready, with ink marks on the skin, Song Qingyue took Li Zhao to wash his hands, then sat on the small bamboo chair in the kitchen, and taught Li Zhao how to make dumplings.

Her hands are fair and slender, with slender fingers, and the shape of her nails is also beautiful, neatly trimmed, looking clean and comfortable.

While Li Zhao was studying, he was thinking wildly, just like this, wouldn't it be more comfortable to live with her like a folk couple?
He looked at her plump face, curled eyelashes, her onion-like fingers dexterously pressing out the folds of dumplings, and he imagined what she would look like when she was old and gray-haired.

At that time, he himself became a very old man, leading an old lady who lost all his teeth, rich and noble, with children and grandchildren around his knees, and everyone gathered together, making dumplings and doing homework.

A teenage concubine is inserted in the middle, what a spoiler...

Think about the concubines of Grandpa Huang, his grandmother, Concubine Chen, both of whom are also gray-haired old ladies, and they are choking each other to death for the sake of their children.

Grandpa Huang is the son of the real dragon. He stands high alone, but few women in the palace are sincere to him. He is coaxed, lied to, resented, and hated by a large group of women. How many sons, except for those who are still young, are sincerely filial to him as a father?

It's not much because I'm afraid and complain, and I have to play to please.

Even if his old man holds great power, isn't he a veritable loner?
Would that be interesting?

Happy like that?

The more he thought about it, the more he yearned for Song Qingyue's sincerity.

He didn't want to be a loner like the emperor's grandfather. In this life, at least, the person who would be by his side in the future would truly have a heart-to-heart relationship with him.

Li Zhao studied hard and wrapped it with his heart. After making only a few ugly dumplings, he made a perfectly shaped dumpling.

Tsk tsk, His Highness Xueshen learns everything quickly!

Song Qingyue felt emotional in her heart.

Li Zhao saw that the ink screen was wrapping very quickly. She didn't press the creases, but squeezed the middle with both hands, and a dumpling was ready in an instant.

Li Zhao pointed at Moping and said, "Why doesn't she tuck?"

Song Qingyue said: "I am a southern wrapping method, and she is a northern wrapping method. I can only wrap with pleats. Both wrapping methods are fine."

"Then I will only eat pleats from now on." Li Zhao stared at Song Qingyue and said.

Song Qingyue lowered her head with a stern face, "It's up to you!" But a pair of small ears secretly turned red.

A few maidservants stood beside them, pursing their lips and holding back their smiles.

Lin Wanfu rolled his eyes behind his back until his eyeballs almost rolled in their sockets, and he shouted in his heart: Your Highness, Your Highness, you were not like this before!
Ah, his wise, mighty, domineering and coquettish Highness!
When did it become necessary to try so hard to please a woman?

Then look at His Highness's eyes looking at the Crown Princess, this obsessed and indulging in love is simply unbearable to look at directly, as if being poured into ecstasy soup.

Wake up, Your Highness!
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In the evening, when Xu Youzhong and Mr. Xu came back from Jiayuguan, they called Li Zhao, Song Qingyue, and the two brothers-in-law of the Song family, as well as Mr. Xu's three concubines and the children of those three concubines. Have a reunion dinner together.

Mr. Xu's three concubines would definitely not be able to sit at the main table, so they set up a small table beside them, and asked the three of them to eat at the small table with their two concubine daughters.

At the main table, because there are few people, there is no separate table for men and women, and the rules here are not as strict as in the capital.

"It's better if there are more people." Grandpa Xu picked up the wine glass with a smile, "Your Highness, I would like to toast you."

"Thank you cousin, I also respect cousin." Li Zhao also picked up the wine glass, and the two drank it down at the same time.

Although Li Zhao has the highest status here, because Grandpa Xu is the elder and the nephew of Empress Xu, it is not too much for Li Zhao to be called cousin, so Grandpa Xu is still the most skilled person.

"Come on, Your Highness, try the roasted whole lamb here. The conditions in the Northwest are limited, so please take care of your Highness and Princess Concubine!" Xu Gongye said politely to Li Zhao and his wife.

That's why Li Zhao moved his chopsticks first. Li Zhao picked up the chopsticks and tasted a mouthful of the roasted mutton. He said with a smile, "It doesn't smell fishy, ​​but it smells like milk. It's really delicious!"

Only then did Grandpa Xu pick up his chopsticks, and said to everyone, "Come on, everyone use your chopsticks, let's have a feast."

Li Zhao immediately roasted the mutton with chopsticks and gave it to Song Qingyue: "This mutton is so good, my wife will definitely like it."

Song Qingyue didn't thank her, she picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, her eyes lit up, and she smiled into a pair of crescent moons: "It's really delicious! It's even better than what we ate in Chahar! It doesn't smell at all!"

"Eat a few more pieces if you like it, the mutton is warm and tonic, it's the best for my wife." Li Zhao picked up some more chopsticks for her.

Xu Youzhong then teased Li Zhao with Song Yaxin: "Look, I can't get in my mouth even if I want to toast my brother-in-law. My brother-in-law only has our third sister in his eyes."

This name is very intimacy, it is intimacy with his wife, and of course it also means to take advantage of Li Zhao.

Because it was a family banquet, Li Zhao was not angry when he was joking around in private. He intentionally misinterpreted Xu Youzhong's meaning and joked back: "Look at you, you're stingy, I can't bear to eat a few pieces of your mutton! I heard that my Yue'er brought Auntie runs a factory in the northwest, but she doesn’t get any benefits, and you are reluctant to give her a few pieces of mutton!”

Xu Youzhong continued to talk and shouted: "It's all my fault, look at me, I'm so stupid! The third sister eats as much as she wants! I baked two today, enough! I'll punish myself first Three cups, make up for the third sister!"

Li Zhao glanced at Xu Shizi's small rhino horn cup, and said dissatisfiedly, "Wait, you fined me three cups with that cup? You're not sincere! Wanfu, bring me that blue glass and give it to my brother-in-law." superior!"

Lin Wanfu seemed to have prepared it a long time ago, as if by magic trick, he took out a water-blue glass with fine patterns and unique shape, and put it on the table.

"Hey, your cup looks weird and rare!" Xu Shizi said immediately.

Li Zhaohun said indifferently: "Stop talking nonsense, drink quickly, it's just a cup, if you like it, play with it, drink quickly."

The two drank it as soon as you spoke to me.

Xu Guogong saw that his son had such a strong relationship with this Prince Su's son, so he couldn't help but start planning again, thinking about the future of the Xu family.

Song Yaxin and her sister were sitting next to each other. The two women were also happy to see that their husbands had a harmonious relationship.Song Yaxin took a bite of the canned yellow peaches that had been cut into chunks, and said, "I heard that this morning, sister, you dragged your highness into the kitchen to make dumplings?"

Song Qingyue nodded.

"Is he really handbag?"

"Naturally. He wrapped it up pretty well!" Song Qingyue giggled.

"By the way, what did Mo Fan come to ask Qingsong to borrow the maid's clothes last time?" Song Yaxin was curious.

Song Qingyue was drinking some low-alcohol grape wine, and almost spit it out, but swallowed it with difficulty, coughed a few times, and whispered in her sister's ear about the character play.

Song Yaxin doesn't feel too shocked now, she just thinks that her sister really has a lot of tricks, how does her little head grow, how can she be so smart?
"His Royal Highness likes it?"

"Hmph! How could you not like it. My sister will try it next time." She winked mischievously at Song Yaxin.

Song Yaxin blushed with embarrassment, but she made up her mind that she must find a chance to try it in the future.Now that she has realized something, she has to let go of this kind of thing and be bold. Men also like it, and she also enjoys it.

She remembered what Song Qingyue had said to her before.

Who said that being a regular wife has to put on airs and be a dignified, virtuous, and magnanimous wooden person?

Regular wives usually bring a generous dowry, and a good family background can also bring many political benefits to the man. They also have to manage the family business and raise children.

As a wife, if you want the affection of your husband, why can't you do it?

The third younger sister said that even if you are a regular wife, you don't have to be that dignified and reserved all the time, let alone suppress yourself, you have to do whatever you want when you go to bed.A woman should not be a man's vassal. The third sister told her to think about herself before thinking about her husband, and be a woman who lives for herself.

She heard from Cui Bo that Xu Youzhong had secretly sent away a maid a few days ago and married her to a soldier.

This incident was like pouring a pot of cold water on Song Yaxin's feverish mind to calm down. She was angry, uncomfortable, and awkward for several days.

After she got married, she had been in love with Xu Youzhong for more than a year. She thought this man was different, but in the end he disappointed her.

It's only four months, four months, can he not bear it? !

Mother was right, men are unreliable.

But if he can send that person away quietly, she will pretend that she doesn't know anything and don't pursue it.