I heard that Niangniang is nearsighted

Chapter 145

The emperor's dark eyes swept over condescendingly, with hidden hostility and gloom, his pale thin lips parted slightly, "Hang yourself?"

Su Ruxu knew that His Majesty would definitely be dissatisfied, so he quickly opened his mouth.

"It was already late when I went, and I saw that the palace man seemed to have no intention of making a wedding dress for someone, because he was afraid of being punished and hanged himself."

But this is even more suspicious.

Since he was afraid of being punished, why did he have the determination and courage to hang himself.

Zuo just took money to buy his life and was silenced.

Gu Jinghuai tapped the imperial case with his slender fingers, he thought for a moment, "Call Mr. Hu in, I want to ask you a good question."

"Yes." Su Ruxu bowed his head respectfully.

……

Rain during the Qingming Festival

After Qingming, it rained more and more frequently.

In the gloomy weather, even the clothes that are washed on weekdays seem to have traces of moisture. When it was almost summer and it was still warm, God suddenly changed his face and exuded a heavy air-conditioning.

Fan Manman was already cold, so Liuying nervously thickened her clothes.

At this time, Fan Manman was half lying on the soft couch by the window, with a soft pillow behind her, and she was covered with a thin blanket, turning her body to look at the scenery outside.

The hall was empty and cold, with a sense of dampness.

Fan Manman moved the stove into the house, because she opened the window, and the cold air came in through the window, so the heating effect was really not very good.

Talk is better than nothing.

Liuying came in with a basket, with a rare smile on her face.

"Master, this servant got fresh pears today, so it's time to cook pears by myself."

Literati and scholars also love this time, gathering in twos and threes, chatting, singing lyrics and poems, and pears are warming on the stove.

Unfortunately, Fan Manman was alone.

Fan Manman turned around, "It's boring to simply cook pears, go find some rock sugar white fungus, cook a rock sugar pear to eat, it will promote body fluid and dryness, relieve cough and clear fire."

Fan Manman added, thinking that every time Liuying would cut up the fruit into small pieces in order to taste elegant and beautiful.

"Cut it into bigger pieces, don't be reluctant."

Firefly: ...

"The servant knows."

So Liuying went to the small kitchen to get what Fan Manman wanted, and went back to the hall to cook rock sugar pears.

"Put less sugar, I don't want to get tired of it when I get older."

"Twenty-eight beauties on fine horses, ten thousand fine wines and songs in Weicheng." Liu Xin, who was half-squatting and pulled out the furnace door, said suddenly, "Master, you are joking, you are incomparably handsome, young and beautiful."

Fan Manman raised her eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Liu Xin, "The literary talent is good."

Liu Xin pursed her lips and smiled, put the plug of the furnace door aside, clapped her hands lightly and got up.

Liuying and Meteor were most often followed by Fan Manman's side, but Liuxin seldom waited around.

Seeing the scripts scattered on the soft couch, Fan Manman suddenly remembered that when she was illiterate when she first arrived here, she asked Liu Ying to choose someone to read the scripts.

Liu Ying seems to say that Liu Xin is the daughter of a guilty minister, and also a lady of a decent family, who can read and write, and has a brilliant literary talent.

"Let Liu Xin also serve in the hall."

On weekdays, Liu Xin is also responsible for cleaning up the hall.

But Liuying and Liuxin understood what Fan Meiren said, and Liuxin had caught the eyes of the master.

Blessed and saluted with gratitude, "Thank you, master, for your kindness."

Fan Manman nodded lightly and didn't say much.

Bring to a boil over high heat and simmer over low heat.

The smell of carbon fire came, making people drowsy.

Fan Manman went back to the window, staring at the outside in a daze, a figure suddenly appeared in her heart, and she didn't even read the storybook with interest.

Ugh--

I don't know when Sister Concubine Rou will be able to write out the storybook, the crooked and crooked words make her head hurt.

(End of this chapter)