food queen

Chapter 397
When Han Qian's body stabilized and Wei Lingfeng allowed him to come out and walk around, it was already severe winter.

In this short period of two or three months, there were two more places in the backyard of Fengzhang Hall. One is the small Buddhist hall, which enshrines Guanyin Bodhisattva. Pray for the deceased mother.

In addition, a passage was built from the back porch to the back garden, the left and right sides and the top of the head were sealed with glass, the ground dragon was burning underground, and the exquisite carved floor tiles on the ground were disgusted by the emperor. Finally, Wu Miao went to the warehouse to find thick Thick velvet blankets were laid on the floor, and the emperor himself walked on it twice and felt satisfied before giving up.

Outside the glass room is a plum blossom bonsai planted in a large porcelain pot. Each plum blossom has been planted for more than ten years. The branches are strong and the flowers are luxuriant. They bloom very lively against the north wind.On both sides of the corridor are various varieties of peonies cultivated in the greenhouse.Here is the place where the empress takes a walk after dinner every day.

I think that after the flower bonsai was set up, Sun Defu was very proud of the Buddha dust - plum blossoms and peonies are put together, and only a noble person like the empress can appreciate it.

"There are peonies inside the glass, and plum blossoms outside." Han Qian walked slowly in the corridor of the conservatory wearing a soft white fox cloak, and asked Han Jin, who was accompanying her in the palace next to her, "Tell me, if this is a painting Make a painting, take it out and let those scholars see it, will it make your mouth drool dry?"

"The empress is joking." Han Qian chuckled and shook her head, "Many of the talented scholars in the Dayun Dynasty now like peony. There are also many poems and poems that have been handed down, praising peony as the king of flowers, the beauty of the country, and the beauty of the country. She is touted as a symbol of wealth."

"Really?" Han Qian shook her head with a smile, "In the past, many scholars used orchids, plums, pine, and bamboo as spiritual symbols. Peonies, because they are too gorgeous and require careful cultivation, are favored by those with strong character. people look down on..."

"Auntie must have heard a saying called: this moment, that moment." Han Jin smiled, bent down and stretched out his hand, plucked a light yellow peony flower that had just opened two petals, walked up to Han Qian, and held it Pinning the flowers on her temples, she said with a light smile, "There is a poem that says: only the peony is truly beautiful, and the city of Tokyo is when the flowers bloom."

"True national beauty?" Han Qian turned to face the glass and looked at his unclear image inside, and smiled helplessly, "I'm about to become a yellow-faced woman, how dare I call myself national beauty?"

Han Jin smiled lightly and said, "My aunt is only 16 years old, just like this peony flower, when it is just blooming for the first time, how can she become a yellow-faced woman?"

"Really?" Han Qian looked back at Han Jin, and smiled slightly, "But now, there are ministers in the court who have begun to submit memorials, asking the emperor to choose another beauty pageant for the harem?"

Han Jin was stunned, and quickly persuaded: "Why should Auntie take the words of those ministers to heart. Your Majesty ignores those memorials, so Auntie can just rest assured."

"Your Majesty can ignore one memorial and two memorials. But what about ten or twenty?" Han Qian sighed leisurely as she walked forward slowly.

Han Jin smiled and said: "As long as your majesty only has aunt in his heart, no matter how many ministers go to school, it will be useless."

"But, how long can Your Majesty last alone?" Han Qian sighed helplessly.

"What do you mean, aunt?" Han Jin looked at her beautiful and invincible aunt thoughtfully, and had a bad premonition, silently wondering who would be the next one to be unlucky?
"Your Majesty is already very busy with military and official duties, and you should not worry about the affairs of the harem!" Han Qian sighed.

"My aunt is pregnant. It's not a big deal in the harem. As long as Your Majesty doesn't let go, you have time to rest your body. Let's talk about giving birth to the little prince first!" Han Jin calculated and thought, The unlucky one is most likely Gu Ningshuang.

Han Qian didn't say any more, just smiled and walked forward slowly.

"Empress, Princess Jiaying asked to see her, she said... She made small clothes for the little prince with her own hands, and I specially sent them to the empress to see." A little maid greeted her from the other end of the corridor, and Fushen replied .

"Empress Empress, how many capable needleworkers are here, why should the eldest princess bother?" Han Jin smiled lightly.

Han Qian smiled lightly and said, "Since you are here, please go to the flower hall to serve tea. After all, this palace is also her natal family, and this married daughter should be treated like a guest when she returns to her natal family."

"Your Majesty is really kind." Han Jin smiled softly.

After learning that Mitai Concubine had tried her best to kill the child in Han Qian's womb, Han Jin didn't think that her aunt would treat Princess Jiaying kindly. It's just to vent my anger, but also for my own future safety.

But Han Qian didn't. After she knew about it, she just frowned and sighed, without saying a word of cruelty.

Princess Jiaying entered the small flower hall of Fengzhang Hall and sat down for a cup of tea before the empress turned out from behind the big screen surrounded by everyone.

"The empress is here!" Sun Defu's shrill voice accompanied Han Qian's footsteps from far to near.

Jiaying hurriedly put down the teacup and stood up, bowing respectfully to Han Qian: "Jiaying sees the empress."

After Han Qian supported Han Jin and Apple's hands to sit on the upper seat, she raised her hand and said, "Get up."

"Thank you, empress." After Jiaying kowtowed again, Fang stood up slowly.

"You are a rare visitor. Why do you suddenly want to come and see me?" Han Qian took a sip of warm water from the teacup handed by Pingguoer next to her. Drink plain water, put a little honey in it at most.

"Is the empress blaming Jiaying?" Jiaying smiled, then turned around and took a small bundle from her maid and handed it over with both hands, and said with a smile: "Jiaying's needlework is not good, but since she got married I have nothing to do, and I have practiced with the embroiderer for a while, and I can make some decent small objects. These are the bellybands, shoes, and jackets I made for the little prince. I also invite the empress. Don't be disgusted."

"You really have a heart." Han Qian nodded with a smile, and told Apple: "Hurry up and take the princess's things."

Pingguo agreed and went forward, took the small bundle from Jiaying's hand, untied it on the table in front of Han Qian, and unfolded the small clothes inside for everyone to see one by one.

"Princess Jiaying is very good at needlework." Han Jin laughed.

"Miss Han—oh, no, princess Han is too much!" Jiaying shook her head with a smile, then sighed: "Look at my memory, it's getting worse and worse. It's a sin if I don't change my mind."

Since the death of the eldest princess, Zhongyi waited for a memorial, and gave the title to his son as hereditary, and he just took care of his illness. Han Jianyuan was originally named a marquis because of his military exploits, but now he inherited his father's title and was directly named a waiter by the emperor. , Han Jun was established as the eldest son, and Han Jin was promoted from the county lord to the princess.Although this is a good thing for Han Jin, but because of the death of the eldest princess, the whole family of the Han family must observe filial piety, so there is no celebration ceremony for it.

(End of this chapter)