Leisure days in the cold palace

Chapter 6 A Bowl of Fish Soup
After serving the soup, sprinkle a few scallions in the soup. Looking at the oil stars floating on the soup surface and smelling the delicious smell, I couldn't help but smile in relief.

I tasted it just now, and it's not bad. I'll give Chunxi a gulp now, and drink a bowl of decoction later, and the wind-cold syndrome should be gone.

Holding the food box and propping up the umbrella, I found out after I left the ear room that the wind and rain outside had already calmed down a lot.

At this time, there is only a little breeze and rain, and it is full of the scenery that should be seen on a spring night.

It's just that Luohong is still on the ground, scattered all over the path, I don't know if it will be turned into dust in the Ming Dynasty.

Taking a deep breath of the smell after the rain, I smiled, opened the door and walked into the main room.

As soon as he entered the inner room, he saw him sitting in front of the bed, looking at Chunxi with pity, and brushing the broken hair on his forehead with his raised right hand.

I have never seen him like this, so gentle and elegant, so gentle.

Just hearing my footsteps coming in, he immediately changed into an indifferent look, and retracted his right hand, looking at me without any emotion.

I'm too lazy to speculate about Li Shuangwu and his past, anyway, after tonight, there must be no intersection between me and them.

Bringing the food box to the food table, I arranged the bowls and chopsticks containing the fish soup, and took another bowl to the side of the bed.

He has been watching my movements intently, so I let him watch, and just said to him at this moment: "The bowl on the food table is yours."

He didn't seem to understand what I said, and there was a trace of doubt on his face.

I chuckled lightly and said, "Didn't I promise you a bowl of fish soup when I negotiated with you before?"

Only then did he suddenly realize that he took a deep look at me and got up to drink the soup.

The clothes on his body are still wet, I'm fine, after all, when I was making the soup, I was roasting for a while.

Seeing him sitting there eating soup, I felt that I had done my duty as a master, so I ignored him and let Chunxi lean half on my body to feed him bit by bit with the spoon.

Probably because of the aroma of the fish soup, Chunxi, who drank some porridge for two consecutive days, now has some appetite.

It's just that his body is still unconscious, but fortunately, the instinct of swallowing has not been deprived by the disease.

I fed him little by little tirelessly, and put all my thoughts on his heart.

Or maybe because of psychological effects, I think Chunxi's complexion seems to have improved a lot after drinking a bowl of hot soup.

Looking back at this time, I found that he was no longer at the food table, but standing in front of the book table by the window, looking down at something.

The slightly wet black hair is scattered around his ears, and his cheeks also have some sharp edges and corners when viewed from the side.

After thinking about it, I put down the empty bowl in my hand and walked forward.

"I would like to thank you today, sir. I don't know your name?"

He turned around when he heard the words, and looked me up and down carefully with scrutinizing eyes.

"Fang Ziqi." He said indifferently, and looked back at the book case calmly.

"That's it, thank you, Mr. Fang." I gave a blessing lightly.

He didn't speak, just clenched his fists by the side.

"Madam has a deep heart, and I think His Majesty will be able to feel it one day." He suddenly said such an inexplicable sentence, his voice was more indifferent than before, even almost ice-cold.

I looked at him in amazement, not understanding the meaning of his words.

Just as he was about to ask, there was a knock on the door of the room. He quickly opened the door, and it turned out to be the little eunuch from the imperial hospital who came to deliver the medicine stone.

"The decoction has been boiled, but it's inevitable that it's getting colder along the way. It's best to drink it warm for the best effect." The little eunuch flattered Fang Ziqi with a smile, and there was no dislike for running late at night on his face.

Fang Ziqi thanked him and waved him to leave.

"Where can I get hot medicine?" Fang Ziqi asked me, as if he was asking a stranger.

I didn't understand the change in his attitude, but I didn't want to delve into it, so I just pointed in the direction of the ear chamber.

He nodded and went out, closing the door behind his clothes in the wind.

I just remembered something, and looked back at the book case, only to see that there was a poem on it, which was "Touching Fish · Can Dispel the Wind and Rain" written in response to the situation on the day I first went to the Royal Garden to fish.

At that time, I didn't realize what the word was, but when I looked at it now, I found that it was full of deep palace grievances.

Doesn't "painting cobwebs on the eaves and flying catkins all over the eaves" refer to the desolation in the cold palace now?
Isn't that "a long family affair, the planned wedding date was missed, and the eyebrows were once jealous", isn't it the sad scene of Chen Ajiao being deposed as a queen?

Don't talk about the phrase "a thousand pieces of gold buys a match like a gift, and whoever complains about it", this is clearly me, a concubine who has been thrown into the cold palace, resenting the emperor for not knowing what is going on in her heart, and there is nowhere to get rid of her spring sorrow...

After I realized all this, I was silent, just thinking speechlessly, I just picked up a pen and wanted to write a song "Touching Fish", how could I just write this one by chance?

Also, because of Chunxi's illness, I've been so busy and confused these days, it's really unreasonable that such poems have been kept on the desk and never discarded.

No wonder he just said that "Madam has a deep heart", it seems that he misunderstood.

I think it's not just him, even if anyone sees it, he will think in that way, if he keeps it, it will inevitably cause some trouble in the future.

I don't want to regain the emperor's favor, and naturally I don't have any thoughts about a person I haven't even met face to face.As for the matter of wealth and honor, I have experienced it in my previous life, and I don't want to have anything to do with it anymore.What's more, those intrigues and rivalries have been avoided in the previous life. Do you want to be contaminated again in this life?
Thinking of this, he simply took this piece of paper and put it on the oil lamp beside him to light it.It's just that the paper was half burned when Fang Ziqi walked in with the hot medicine.

"It's a good word, burn it if you say it?" This time, he was obviously a little surprised, but his voice was still indifferent, and there was also a mockery that could not be ignored, "If someone sings it in the palace, it should be better than Sima It's like the "Ode to Nagato" back then that aroused His Majesty's pity even more. What's more, the cold palace is really deserted. If Your Majesty knew that his former concubine wanted to cook by herself, and even drenched half the night in the rain for a fish, he would definitely not be happy. Bear."

In fact, being bitter and mean is really not suitable for him, even if he said such words at this time, he really felt a little angry.

Angry?

I am a little surprised that such a word pops up in my mind, but I don't know how to explain it.

The paper was about to burn, and I let it fall to the cold ground, watching it turn to ashes between the two of us.

He looked at it silently, the expression in his deep black eyes changed several times, and finally returned to calm.

"Feed him." He raised the medicine bowl in his hand at me.

I nodded and said hello.

Outside, the rain is dredging and the wind is blowing.

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In the early morning, the chirping of birds outside the window woke me up, and I realized that at some point, I had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Lying on Chunxi's bed in the outer room, covered with a thin quilt, I stared in a daze for a while, before those old events in the wind and rain rushed to me last night.

I hurriedly got out of bed and rushed into the inner room, only to see that Chunxi had also woken up in a daze, and even greeted me when he saw me.

I rushed forward with my eyes wide open, and I hurriedly tested the temperature on his forehead with my hand. Sure enough, I found that the fever had subsided by [-]% to [-]%.

He didn't know the dangers of the past few days, but now he was hugged in my arms and raised by my hair, so he laughed.

"Ma'am, why are you doing this? Didn't I just fall asleep and take a nap, it's like parting from life and death."

"Well, no, it's just a short nap." How did he know that this short nap was a coma for three whole days.I suddenly felt a sense of joy that was lost and found again, and I bit my lips tightly, so as not to let the tears fall, "I made a fuss, I made a fuss..."

Chunxi probably sensed something was wrong, she didn't break free from my embrace, but held me tightly.

I hugged him like this for a long while, and it took too long to prove that his life still exists, and then I suddenly came back to my senses and asked him with a smile: "Are you hungry? I'll make you some fish soup. "

"Okay!" He said with a smile, "It's hard for my wife to take care of me for a while, Chunxi should enjoy it."

This little guy has learned to be no older than me.

I pinched his face, and excitedly came to the ear room to give him hot fish soup.It was only after lighting the firewood that I suddenly noticed something strange.

I remember that last night, the side room was already messed up by me, not to mention the firewood and bowls and chopsticks piled up everywhere, even the blood stains from killing fish last night were everywhere in the southeast, northwest, and east.

But now, the whole anteroom can no longer see the embarrassment of last night, but the windows are bright and clean, as if it has just been tidied up.

Everything is different from last night, only the fish soup in the pot is still there, telling me that everything that happened last night was real, not just a fantasy in a dream...

Only then did I think of Fang Ziqi, and what he said last night that he would take me to see the Queen Mother.It's just that after wandering around the entire cold palace, where are his people?

Standing silently in the middle of the ear room, I suddenly felt that everything last night seemed to be really just a dream. I had never had any difficulty fishing in a rainy night, nor had I seen that man full of mysteries.Even Chun Xi's illness seems to be false, because the him just now clearly has a tendency to be alive and kicking.

The delicious taste of fish soup came to my nose, pulling me back from my slight sluggishness.That fragrance seems to be a bell tower, ringing tirelessly, just to tell me that everything in my memory is so complete and real...

After the soup was heated up, I took a sip, and it seemed to taste better than last night's.

Nahan put it into a bowl and picked up the food box, only to find a note under the food box.There are only seven words on the note, written in flowing regular script: "Add some vinegar, it tastes better."

I looked at the handwriting on it and laughed.

Outside the window, the sky is raining.

(End of this chapter)