Fengming Emperor Pavilion

Chapter 187 Shen Qingqiang, You Taught Me Too

Hualou sorted out the copied things and handed them over to Donghe.

Donghe looked at the thick scriptures, he thought that the painting building would not copy in the end, because he knew that her thoughts were never in this palace, and she would never be on him at all.
It's just that she has been rushing for this thing all night, and she still rushed out so early.

"Are you tired these days?" Donghe asked slowly after taking the things.

Hualou frowned slightly: "I dragged Zhou Wei and me to copy all night, I'm fine, she doesn't stay up late, but she hasn't recovered after being tired for several days."

"Thank you." When Donghe finished these two words, Hualou's mouth curled up into a mocking smile.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to thank me. This is something to pray for the people. There is no queen mother in this palace, and without the queen, I can do these things. If I can do it, it is not for anyone. It is completely unnecessary for the emperor to thank me." .” Her words were indifferent and alienated, which was the normal way they got along after Donghe knew that she was Shen Hualou.

When Donghe said something, she responded, but that sentence didn't have any warmth at all, it was just cold words.

"Even if I want to thank you for Wanmin, I should thank you." After Donghe finished speaking slowly, Hualou snorted coldly.

"Donghe, speaking of thank you, I have done so much in those years, and I have never seen you say thank you to me. After all, at that time, I mostly did it for you alone, and seldom for the people. Now I just copy it for you." You just said thank you for the scriptures that Wanmin prayed for blessings, and it made me feel too hypocritical and disgusting!" After Hua Lou finished speaking in a cold voice, he turned and walked into the house.

Li Qin was standing behind Donghe.

From the beginning to the end, Hua Lou had spoken sarcastically to Dong He not once or twice, but Dong He never blamed her once or twice.

If you think about it carefully, there is no other way.

It's just that he has been by Donghe's side for so long, seeing Donghe's current appearance, his heart is also bitter.

The painting building entered the room, and Dong He was still holding the things in his hands. Standing in that long silence, Li Qin slowly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, let's go back."

Donghe didn't look at him, but shook his body slightly, and walked towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Ru Yang looked at Hualou with an ugly face, and every time he saw Donghe, they always broke up in the end, and Hualou was always in a bad mood.

In fact, what Ru Yang couldn't understand was that since Hualou was with Donghua and didn't love Donghe, why did she have to stay in this palace?What's so good about it?
She just thought, seeing how Donghe pampered her, maybe Donghe would agree if she said she wanted to leave the palace.

She has been by Hualou's side for so long, she has never said much, nor asked anything.

But now, Donghua is outside, the painting building is in the palace, and there is Donghe in the middle. Why do things that can be simplified so much have to be so complicated?

Hua Lou pouted his chin, looked at Ru Yang's pensive expression, and asked slowly: "What are you thinking about?"

"Ah?" Ru Yang suddenly looked back at the painting building.

Hualou looked at her fixedly and said: "Seeing that you are so obsessed with thinking, what are you thinking?"

Ru Yang looked at the picture building, opened her mouth and finally hesitated to speak: "No, what did you think?"

Hua Lou slightly hooked his lips and said: "If you have anything to say, just say it directly. I've been by my side for so long, and I won't eat you up. If you say something, you hesitate."

Hearing Hualou say this, Ru Yang walked towards Hualou slowly, sat on the side of Hualou, she pursed her lips and asked in a deep voice: "Mother, why don't you come out of the palace?"

Hualou frowned slightly, and replied after a moment of silence: "What are you talking about leaving the palace?"

Ru Yang is the same, she doesn't do anything and never stops. Although she doesn't talk about it on weekdays, it doesn't mean that she has no doubts in her heart.

"What I mean is, you are obviously with the prince, but you don't like the emperor, what are you doing in this palace? There is nothing good in this palace, so you might as well go to the palace to feel at ease." Ru Yang said After that, Hua Lou looked at her with raised eyebrows and asked, "Did you ask for Donghua?"

Ru Yang hurriedly waved her hand and said: "No, no, I just think you are not happy in this palace, you might as well go out, empress, although I came to your side for a reason, but I know very well , no matter who they are, they are not as important as you."

Hua Lou looked at Ru Yang's eagerness to explain, thought for a moment and said: "I didn't say anything wrong with you, but the reason why I stayed in this palace is because some things haven't been settled yet. After what I want to do, I will naturally leave, I don't want to stay in this palace for a day."

Ru Yang listened to Hua Lou's words, and it was obvious that Hua Lou didn't want to say what it was, so she didn't ask any more, but after a moment of confusion, she asked in a deep voice: "Is the thing that the empress is going to do very important?"

"Very important."

"Is it more important than being with you and the prince?"

"No, but after I leave the palace, I don't want to have anything to do with this place anymore, so the past must be broken, and Donghua and I can have a good start, and I hope that the future will be good." Hua Lou spoke seriously, and Ru Yang listened quietly.

Hua Lou looked at the silent Ru Yang, and asked slowly, "Have you figured it out?"

"I probably understand."

Hualou smiled: "I haven't said anything yet."

Ru Yang also looked at Hualou and smiled, and said, "But I already understand, that's all."

After Dong He returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation with the scripture in his arms, Li Qin brought him tea while he was looking through the scripture, and after drinking it, he said slowly, "Is this tea running out soon? "

Li Qin listened to Dong He's words, and replied slowly: "It's almost done, almost finished, will the emperor still drink like this in the future?"

"No need, just drink the original one after you finish drinking."

This tea was given by Hualou, and it tastes better, and the Xunfeng Hall of Hualou is almost gone.

"Yes." Li Qin replied softly.

That night, the painting building suddenly had a whim, and took the maidservant to pick the sweet-scented osmanthus in the palace, and went back to the palace to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

They did a lot, and every palace in the entire palace prepared a box.

Zhou Wei helped her do it, saying that she was really busy and had nothing to do, so she was looking for something to do.

But Hualou said while meeting each other: "It's not necessarily true. By this time next year, we will definitely not be here anymore. Let's just leave some good memories for the last time."

Zhou Wei raised her eyes to look at the white flour on her face, and smiled faintly. Speaking of this, she felt a little more sad.

If the painting building leaves, she will take away these people in Xunfeng Palace and those who are close to her. Yuan, because Su Yuan is from the palace, and was not brought out from her mansion, I always feel that it is inappropriate to take away, and it is also inappropriate to stay.

Hualou, who was having a meeting, looked up and saw Zhou Wei's gaze, and followed Su Yuan who happened to see a smile on his face: "What's the matter?"

"I don't know whether she will take her away or stay?" Zhou Wei asked slowly, and Hualou smiled faintly.

"If you think it's not good to take her away at the beginning, then put her here with me, and I will let her be well. If she still wants to go with you in the future, then I will send her away." Hualou said very She looked relaxed, but Zhou Wei was slightly melancholy.

"Alright."

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake was made in the middle of the night, and Hua Lou sent some to Dong He from the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Dong He was still awake, and seeing Ru Yang bring the hot sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he felt sour in his heart. Unbearable.

"Is your master making sweet-scented osmanthus cake?" Dong He looked at Ru Yang and asked.

"Your Majesty said that the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the Mid-Autumn Festival will disappear once the flowering period is over. Why not pick some now and make cakes for everyone to try." Ru Yang replied slowly.

"Are you still doing it now?"

"Well, there is a box in every palace tomorrow, and it may take a while to finish. Your Majesty, the cakes have been delivered, and the slaves will go back to help first." Ru Yang finished speaking slowly, and Dong He nodded. Then quickly retreated.

There was still steam on the pastry, and Donghe's eyes were sore. He looked at Li Qin and Aunt He and said, "You guys should try it too. Concubine Hui doesn't like sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, but the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes she made are delicious. delicious."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to take a piece, and slowly fed it into his mouth.

It's just that while he was eating, tears fell down in a plop.
Donghyuk shed tears, is it strange?It's not surprising, as long as it's about Concubine Hui, everything is not surprising.

How could Li Qin not understand that the Crown Princess likes to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and everyone in the mansion loves to eat them, and they are full of praise. Every year they make it, they will send a few boxes to the palace.

Aunt He and Li Qin were all old people around the late emperor. Donghe was crying while eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake, probably because he remembered those days in the prince's mansion.

After Donghe swallowed the piece, he let the people in the hall share some, and he got up and walked towards the Xunfeng Hall.

All the people in Xunfeng Palace, including those in Zhongcui Palace, are helping.

Hualou recalled a lot of past events in a trance, and it was because of the past events that she wanted to do it.

Zhou Wei tasted a freshly baked pastry and said, "I just heard about it before, but now that I have eaten it, I really think it's delicious."

But Hualou looked at Zhou Wei's appearance and said with a smile, "Do you know who taught me to make this sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

"Who is it?" Zhou Wei has always known that there are not many people around Hualou, and there are probably not many elders who can teach her how to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Hualou was silent for a long time before she said aloud: "Why don't you guess, but I don't think you will be able to guess."

"Empress Dowager?" Zhou Wei guessed it was her, didn't she, who else taught her to do this besides her?
Hualou shook his head, pursed his lips and said with a smile, "I'll tell you that you can't guess."

Zhou Wei watched her show off, frowned slightly and said, "You are always surrounded by only the Empress Dowager, who else will teach you how to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Hualou pursed her lips, and said slowly after a long time: "It's Donghua's concubine mother, that peerless woman, I'll say you can't guess it."

She spoke calmly, but when it comes to the peerless beauty, isn't she the last concubine of the late emperor, just a concubine, who has never been promoted to a title, but the late emperor has always loved her extraordinarily, Zhou Wei is still young At that time, I saw her appearance, standing beside the late emperor. At that time, the late emperor was already old, but she was still so young, so beautiful, and every frown and smile was enough to make her smile.

But at that time, they were still young, Hua Lou and Zhou Wei always felt that such a beautiful woman would be willing to be by the side of an old man?
Even if it's for glory and power, she almost doesn't want anything, and the appearance of wanting nothing makes her even more mysterious.

Later I had Donghua, she was still so beautiful, and Donghua was so smart, the late emperor liked him so much, maybe it was because he liked that woman, but Hualou felt that Donghua was as good as he said and acted. , very much like the late emperor, it's hard not to like it.

Donghua is the old son of the late emperor. At that time, Donghua's elder brother, that is, Donghe's father, was already in middle age. The late emperor did not die or even abdicate. He was old and could not ascend the throne yet, so of course he had some resentment in his heart, besides, as the prince of the supervisory country, his opinions were always at odds with the late emperor, so the late emperor suddenly had the idea of ​​establishing Donghua as the crown prince.

In this way, in the end, there is a pile of kindness and resentment, which is always unclear and unreasonable.

But when Zhou Wei heard the answer, she frowned slightly: "In my impression, she doesn't look like a woman who can make sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Hualou smiled, thinking about what Donghua's concubine mother said.

"The emperor likes sweet-scented osmanthus cakes the most. I have always made sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. In fact, I make other cakes that are delicious too."

At that time, Hualou was standing beside her, watching her wearing a white dress, rubbing her face gently with her hands, she was doing it while talking, Hualou smiled and said: "Mother, why don't you teach me to do other things?" Is it okay?"

"Okay, I'll teach you when you come over next time when you have time." Her smile was faint, and she spoke softly, as if she was afraid that something would be alarmed.

But later, she went to Hualou secretly again, but every time she made osmanthus cakes and sent them to the first emperor, so next time and next time, after a long time, Donghua's mother and concubine did not make other cakes. Lou has never learned other pastries.

Donghua also likes to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but Hualou learned it from his mother and concubine and has never made it for him.

There are many things, just like this, that people can't guess.

I also don't understand.

Listening to Zhou Wei's words, Hualou smiled and said, "I also thought at first, do you know how I got into her palace?"

"How did you get there?" Zhou Wei asked.

Hualou sighed softly and said: "At that time I was beside the Empress Dowager, and sometimes the Empress Dowager asked me to supervise the rest of the late emperor, so I would grind ink for him every day beside the late emperor. , In fact, I want to stare at the time all day, remember to collect things quickly at the same time, and let the late emperor go to rest. At that time, I was still young, and there were always some snacks in the back hall of the Government Affairs Hall. I was hungry once. , but the late emperor never went back to rest, so I sneaked to the apse to have some snacks, and was caught by the late emperor."

Zhou Wei pursed her lips and listened to her saying that Hualou had never told anyone about these past events.

"and then?"

"Then the late emperor said, you dare to steal my supper?" Hua Lou imitated the late emperor's deep voice while talking, Zhou Wei kept pursing her lips and smiling.

"I just looked at the late emperor and said, Your Majesty, when you are hungry, do you not feel hungry when you sleep? I asked this, and the late emperor suddenly laughed. He said, is it delicious? If it is delicious, you can eat another piece. Just one piece, he was so precious at that time, after I ate one piece, I thought it was still delicious, you don’t even know, in order to eat cakes, I exchanged three pieces of cakes with the late Emperor for half an hour, and I dare not change any more Yes, because the empress dowager said that the emperor's health is very bad and he needs to rest more, and later, I knew that the pastry came from Donghua's mother's palace, so I slipped away when I was free!"

"You sneaked in, did the empress teach you?"

Hualou listened to Zhou Wei's question and said slowly: "No, when I went, she was meeting with her. I saw her smile was very calm, so I wasn't afraid of her very much. I hid behind the wall and just listened to her. She softly shouted, come out, little guy. After I walked out, she put down the things in her hands and looked at me and asked, are you that kid who spends half an hour a day exchanging three pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake with the emperor? I smiled Said, I am actually a girl, and she said that was also a ghostly girl, and later, she did not allow the emperor an extra quarter of an hour, in exchange, she taught me to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake." Hualou smiled lightly. , the corner of his mouth was full of smiles, thinking of the past at that time, Hualou's heart was still full of joy.

After Zhou Wei finished listening, she smiled and said, "Unexpectedly, when you were a child, you were also a little glutton. You dared to spend half an hour in exchange for three pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for the late emperor."

"Actually, when I think about it now, I feel that the first emperor is a rare and good emperor in this world. I was lucky to exchange three pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake with him for half an hour. I have benefited a lot!" Hualou finished speaking , Zhou Wei sighed heavily, at first he thought it was telling a story about a foodie, but he didn't expect such a sentence from Hualou, which made people feel a sense of great responsibility.

Zhou Wei was silent for a while and said: "Master Xiandi, I only saw him from a distance, but the old ministers from that time are gone now."

"Yes."

Donghe stood in the dark night and heard the words Hualou said. In fact, when Shen Hualou did not meet Donghe, she was very happy.

She can learn a lot of things every day. She can listen to her old man recite Buddhist scriptures beside the Empress Dowager, and she can watch how the late emperor governed the country and how he diligently cared for the people beside the late emperor.She could change the fate of a pedantic old minister by saying a word casually. At that time, his grandpa loved Shen Hualou very much. Besides Donghua, she seemed to be the one who loved her the most, more than their grandchildren. They still love each other.

Donghua's mother and concubine, in his impression, is a woman who does not eat the fireworks of the world, always so high above, it seems that she cannot be desecrated or defiled.

Never thought that she is still the woman who taught the painting building to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

In this world, there are too many unexpected things, and there are also many things that cannot be seen with the naked eye.

Hua Lou was making osmanthus cake while talking, and Ru Yang and Su Yuan were also listening quietly, always thinking that Concubine Hui was very beautiful when she was young, and she could have so many stories, but they didn't expect At this time, Concubine Hui is Qianji, the daughter of the Wuchi Qian family, how could she be in the palace when she was a child?
Because I felt good, I gradually put away those doubts.

Zhou Wei looked at the painting building and asked, "Then why did you fall in love with pineapple-flavored shortbread afterwards?"

Hearing Zhou Wei's question, the women around them also pricked up their ears and listened, thinking about what kind of story they would hear again, but Hualou smiled mysteriously and said, "This is a secret, we can't tell it."

Donghe just stood there so quietly. Why didn't Hua Lou like eating osmanthus cake later? The reason is very simple. After the death of the first emperor and the empress dowager, no one would spoil her that much anymore. On that day, she searched all over Jinxiu Street, but she couldn't find osmanthus cakes, but only bought pineapple-flavored shortbreads. Holding the shortbreads, she cried and said, "It will be you from now on, Never changed again."

The reason is that simple. In fact, Hualou is a nostalgic person.

She kept thinking about the good things about her old friends. At this moment, Donghe's heart felt as if a knife had been inserted into it and pulled out again. The countless cycles made him almost suffocate.

It was not until Yinshi that Hualou and their pastries came out, and they were all packaged and ready.

Each palace has a label written on it, and it will be fine to send it over after dawn.

Just after Hualou and the others finished, Donghe slowly appeared there, Hualou handed her a box, and said slowly: "This box, you can send it to Yongshou Palace."

Donghe didn't speak, but nodded slowly after taking the things.

But Hualou carried Shen Qingqiang's box and said, "I will deliver the one from Jingyang Palace myself."

Zhou Wei looked at the box with Concubine Jiang written on it, and reached out her hand to bring it over.

It seems that this is an end and another beginning.

The next day, the sky was azure blue, and the sun in the morning looked extraordinarily bright.

Hualou carried the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and walked slowly to Jingyang Palace. She was alone. Shen Qingqiang had just woken up, and Jian Qiu was still washing her up. When she turned her head, she saw Hualou walking in. She hurriedly saluted Please Ann said: "See Concubine Hui!"

"Get up, you are busy with your work, I will sit here for a while."

"I'm going to make tea for the empress first." Jian Qiu was about to walk in, Hua Lou hurriedly said: "I don't want to drink, you finish this as soon as possible, I have something to say to her."

Shen Qingqiang stared blankly at Hualou, she wasn't crazy at the moment, she looked a bit foolish, but Hualou looked at her meaningfully, scrutinizing her carefully.

"Although it's crazy, but it feels more mellow than before." Hualou looked at Shen Qingqiang and said coldly.

Hualou's words were calm, but the smile on the corner of her mouth made people feel a little scary.

Listening to Hualou's words, Jian Qiu dared not speak, nor did he reply.

Shen Qingqiang's silence made Hualou's eyes gather together.

Jian Qiu only dared to comb Shen Qingqiang's hair and wash her face. After finishing everything, she quickly left, looked at the painting building and said, "Your Majesty, the servant is outside. If you have anything to do, just call the servant."

Hualou looked up at her, and said slowly: "Has she had breakfast?"

"If you go back to your mother, not yet."

"Then there is no need to pass on the meal. The palace brought breakfast to the empress, and we just talked about it while eating." Hualou finished speaking lightly, and Shen Qingqiang's eyes slowly moved to the one in Hualou's hand. The box is up.

Hua Lou curled his lips slightly, seeing that Jian Qiu had already walked out, and closed the door.

"What? Stop pretending to be a lunatic? Are you going to pretend to be a fool?" Hualou looked at her mockingly and asked.

Shen Qingqiang's gaze became cold in an instant: "I'm afraid you're not here today to see if I'm a fool or a lunatic?"

"Although you are already a waste queen, but seeing that you are going to die soon, I will allow you to continue to call yourself my palace, Shen Qingqiang, you are so smart, why don't you guess, I am not here to see if you are a fool or a lunatic, Then what am I here for?" Hualou looked at Shen Qingqiang and said indifferently.

"You said that breakfast is here for Ben Gong. This breakfast is probably my last breakfast."

Hualou smiled faintly: "How could it be? But it is very likely the best breakfast for this child."

Shen Qingqiang looked at the woman in front of her, she had an evil smile, full of pride, she hated it, wished she could tear the face of Hualou off.

Hualou looked at her ferocious eyes, with a smile on her mouth, stretched out her hand and slowly opened the box, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus filled the air, which was a very familiar smell to Shen Qingqiang, because at that time she was often in the prince's office. She must be familiar with the things made by the mansion and the painting building.

"This taste? Is it familiar?" Hua Lou looked at Shen Qingqiang and asked in a cold voice.

Shen Qingqiang didn't speak, but looked at Shen Hualou vigilantly and sneered.

Hualou slowly took out the cakes, and said while taking them: "I'm here today, one is to give you cakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, I made them all night yesterday, and there are them in every palace, including yours. Nonsense; but I want to tell you one thing, that is, you asked me the other day, what kind of grudges do I have with your Shen family, why should I put you to death! Actually, as long as you eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I made today , you should know the answer, after all, there are some things that I don't want to repeat!"

Shen Qingqiang watched Hualou slowly feed the cakes into her mouth, osmanthus cake, Shen Hualou, how could she not remember these two connections, but why did the woman in front of her know how to make osmanthus cakes, why did this woman want to share with the Shen family? make life difficult for?

"You are Shen Hualou!" Shen Qingqiang spit out these words slowly, but she clearly didn't believe it, but Hualou looked at her with a wanton smile.

"It's only now that you think about it, isn't it too late? It's like I didn't know that you and Donghe were working together until I was about to die! Shen Qingqiang, you taught me this too!"

(End of this chapter)