Daughter of aristocratic family

June 16th is the Thousand-Autumn Festival of the Queen Mother. Since the Queen Mother recovered from a serious illness a few years ago, she has sincerely worshiped the Buddha, lived in seclusion, and did not accept greetings from her mother-in-law during holidays.

But this year is different. This year is her sixtieth birthday. Even if she doesn't want to work hard, the emperor who rules the world with benevolence and filial piety will not agree.

In early June, the emperor ordered the Ministry of Rites and Taichang Temple to prepare for the celebration of the Queen Mother's Thousand Autumn Festival, making sure to make it a grand and festive event.

The whole world is celebrating. Zhao Yin, the fifth-ranking official, is also going to the palace to celebrate his birthday. The Queen Mother has decreed that the wives of officials from each family should enter the palace with their daughters or granddaughters.

Zhao Yin asked Zhao Wangshu if he would follow him into the palace.

"I won't go." Zhao Wangshu refused. The palace was not a good place, so she wouldn't go.

"I thought you wanted to go in and have a look." Zhao Yin touched her head and said.

"Brother, is it possible that you still want to walk around in the palace?" Zhao Wangshu rolled his eyes at him angrily, "You'd better stay quiet and don't cause trouble."

"Yue'er is right." Everyone else in the Zhao family agreed.

If Zhao Wangshu doesn't enter the palace, he doesn't need to learn etiquette and rules.

That day, she was practicing calligraphy when Yao Shanzhi came over and said, "Yue'er, you know how to make medicine, right?"

Zhao Wangshu nodded and said quickly: "I only know how to make medicine, but not see a doctor."

"I'm not asking you to see a doctor. I'm asking you, is there a medicine that will make people fart all the time after taking it?" Yao Shanzhi asked in a low voice.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Wangshu asked warily.

Yao Shanzhi laughed evilly, "Put it in Ma Qiaoqiao's tea and let her drink it. She will be punished if she keeps farting during the Qianqiu Festival."

Zhao Wangshu was a little moved by her proposal, but she still had concerns, "It would spoil the Queen Mother's mood, so I'd better not give it up."

"And if you are found out, it will be very troublesome. If you want to make her look embarrassed, just find another opportunity." Zhao Wangshu knew that Yao Shanzhi wanted to help her vent her anger.

"Is it really not possible?" Yao Shanzhi didn't want to give up.

Zhao Wangshu said firmly: "It's really not possible."

"Well, consider her lucky." Yao Shan Zhi muttered.

"Don't be upset, I'll take you to eat delicious food." Zhao Wangshu coaxed her.

"What's delicious?" Yao Shanzhi's eyes lit up with excitement, "Have you opened a new store?"

"No, it's not that easy to open a shop." Zhao Wangshu took her out and took a carriage to the shop that sold spicy hotpot.

The weather is hot, so the Malatang shop's business is average, mainly selling some drinks and cold dishes.

Zhao Wangshu brought Yao Shanzhi here to eat iced Malatang.

"Is this possible?" Yao Shanzhi looked at Malatang and then at Zhao Wangshu.

Zhao Wangshu smiled and said: "Malatang is originally a hot food, but it has a different taste after being chilled. You can try it."

Yao Shanzhi doubtfully picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of Malatang, and put it into her mouth. Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

The combination of the cold soup base and the spicy flavor of Malatang creates a unique taste that makes people unable to resist taking one bite after another.

"How is it?" Zhao Wangshu asked with a smile.

"Great! Is this still Malatang?" Yao Shanzhi exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course it's Malatang, but it's iced Malatang." Zhao Wangshu said with a smile.

"Why don't you make more?" Yao Shanzhi asked.

"There's not that much ice." Zhao Wangshu wanted to use saltpeter to make ice, but saltpeter was not easy to come by.

There is indeed saltpeter in the pigsty, but can it be used?

"I have a lot of ice at home. I'll give you some." "It hasn't rained since the Dragon Boat Festival. The weather is getting hotter and hotter. You'd better use the ice at home sparingly." Zhao Wangshu stuffed a piece of tofu Go into your mouth.

Yao Shanzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead, "When you said that, I realized that this year is indeed much hotter than in previous years."

After eating the iced Mala Tang, the two of them went home.

In a blink of an eye, the Qianqiu Festival came, and Zhao Yin entered the palace wearing the official uniform of the fifth rank. The birthday gifts had already been submitted to the Gift Department of Taichang Temple.

At the gate of the palace, Zhao Yin happened to meet the carriage of Princess Rui Changcheng's mansion. He hurriedly went over to wait and saluted Princess Rui Changchun.

Song Yuanqu got off the carriage and saw Zhao Yin standing beside the carriage. He smiled and said, "Brother Zhao."

"Hello, Miss Song." Zhao Yin did not dare to call Song Yuanqu's name in front of Princess Rui.

Zhao Shuqing got off the carriage behind Song Yuanqu, and she also called out, "Brother Zhao."

"County Lord." Zhao Yin saluted.

Princess Rui Chengcheng was quite satisfied with Zhao Yin's polite behavior and said with a smile: "You are already engaged, so it doesn't matter if you call her by her name."

"Yes, princess." Zhao Yin raised the corners of his lips, "Yuan Qu is good."

"Hello, Brother Zhao." Song Yuanqu pursed his lips and smiled.

"Okay, don't stand at the entrance of the palace, let's go in." Princess Rui led Song Huai towards the corridor.

Arriving at the inner palace gate, Princess Rui Chengcheng took Song Huai and got on the sedan, and Zhao Shuqing also got on the sedan. Song Yuanqu did not have a rank title and could only walk with the sedan.

Zhao Yin and Song Yuanqu walked side by side. Song Yuanqu whispered: "I thought you would bring Wangshu with you."

Zhao Yin glanced at the sedan, smiled, and said nothing.

He can tell Song and Yuan Qu some things, but he cannot let Princess Rui know about them.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqu changed the topic and said, "Wang Shu asked the shop to give me several sets of facial hair. They are all very exquisite. I like them very much."

Zhao Yin smiled and said, "As long as you like it, I'll ask Wangshu to give you some more later."

"Then I don't have the shame to ask for it anymore." Song Yuanqu twisted the handkerchief in his hand.

"I'll get it for you." Zhao Yin paused, "I'm thick-skinned."

Song Yuanqu chuckled softly, "That's what you said about yourself."

The two chatted and reached a fork in the road. Princess Rui and the others were going to the harem to pay their respects to the Queen Mother, while Zhao Yin, the foreign minister, went to the Shufang Hall in the Imperial Garden to wait for the banquet to begin.

At noon, the emperor and the empress accompanied the queen mother to the Shufang Hall and took their seats. All the officials, wives and ladies knelt down to salute.

The Empress Dowager was tired of watching the singing and dancing in the palace, so the Minister of Taichang Temple invited a folk singing and dancing troupe to perform "Birthday Dance and Colorful Clothes" this time.

The leader of the troupe came out and said: "The common people would like to send greetings to the Queen Mother, the Emperor and the Queen. I wish the Queen Mother, the Emperor and the Queen happiness and good health."

After kowtowing three times, he continued: "The grassroots people specially arranged the "Birthday Dance and Colorful Clothes" to celebrate the birthday of the Queen Mother."

The Queen Mother nodded and said with a smile: "You are serious."

The sound of silk and bamboo sounds sounded, and the dancers in the troupe danced gracefully and gracefully, as if they were moving clouds and flowing water.

Everyone was mesmerized and praised him repeatedly.

The Queen Mother even smiled from ear to ear and said with emotion: "I hold the hibiscus in my bare hands, and my empty steps are too clear. The colorful dress drags the wide belt, floating up to the sky. This dance is very good, I like it very much."

After the dance ended, the Queen Mother said happily: "Ascension to bliss has a great meaning. Who choreographed the dance?"

A young girl among the dancers stepped out from the crowd, knelt down respectfully, and said, "The words I replied to the Queen Mother were choreographed by my servants."

"The arrangement is very good. Anyone who comes will be rewarded." As soon as the emperor finished speaking, something unexpected happened. The girl pulled out the soft sword from her waist, flicked it, and stabbed the emperor.