In the evening, when we ate together, the kitchen did as instructed, and the rice dumplings with various fillings were presented. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Different flavors are tied with different silk threads, and the turquoise zongzi are wrapped in a quadrangular shape, neatly stacked in a large plate of lotus leaf-shaped sweet white porcelain painted magpie branches, which looks particularly small and exquisite.

Several girls love to eat sweet, the rice dumplings with black rice and peanuts are mixed with nuts, and wrapped in icing, simmered on a low fire in the afternoon, boiled until brown and viscous, delicious and delicious.

Mingzhu led the girl to the cloth vegetables, took the zongzi according to everyone's taste, peeled off the zongzi clothes, cut the browned zongzi into small pieces, forked it with a silver skewer, and then presented it to the master.

smelling the familiar yellow rice and red date dumplings, Chu Zhaohui felt a warm current in his heart.

loves to eat freshly milled yellow rice and Leling's golden silk dates, and the niece still remembers her preferences, and specially asked the kitchen to pack more zongzi of this flavor.

The softness of the yellow rice and the sweetness of the red dates were intertwined in his mouth, Chu Zhaohui chewed slowly, and the conversation with Mingzhu last night frequently lingered in his heart, and the sensible niece made him blush more and more.

Su Duhan picked a salted egg yolk glutinous rice dumpling, only to say that this dumpling was Murong Wei's accompaniment to his mother, and took a comfortable bite, the red oil marinated in the egg yolk overflowed, and he ate it fragrantly.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone didn't check, Su Duhan threw a smug look at his mother. He raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a slight impatience, as if to encourage his mother to repeat the old words.

His son's gaze was so eager, how could Chu Zhaohui not understand.

Does he want to use himself as a gunman, or is his son too eager to go into battle to kill the enemy and avenge his father? Chu Zhaohui was difficult to distinguish for a while. She didn't believe that her son, who had always been thoughtful, would make such a mistake, but she didn't want to think deeply about her son's recent unusual behavior.

Last night, he had a long talk with Mingzhu, and when Sanji fell asleep, Chu Zhaohui returned to Chinese New Year's Eve.

The wind blew the corners of his son's clothes, revealing the pale filial piety clothes inside, and the queen mother's eyes swept over the hemp rope hanging from her son's waist, and then she didn't say a word.

Then the trance was the scene of the death of the queen mother, and the entire Shoukang Palace was wrapped in vegetarian food, and the whole country mourned. Chu Zhaohui cried in front of his mother in his dreams, but his son's shocking filial piety always flashed in front of him.

The son's face is so warm and lofty, always revealing a calm practice that does not match his age, rarely when he is so urgent, why is this time that the heart of wanting to go to the border city is so strong?

Su Duhan's hints and instigations were to no avail, Chu Zhaohui just ignored them, and concentrated on using the rice dumplings cut into small pieces in the bone china gold plate, chatting with Wen Wan about the food along the way.

Seeing that her eyes were wandering, her mother did not greet her, but left her sight, and the rice dumplings in her mouth were sticky and boring. Su Duhan put down the plate dejectedly, only to feel a lot of resistance, and didn't know how her mother had changed her mind.

Although he deliberately concealed it, Su Duhan was only a fifteen-year-old boy at this time, and in the eyes of Murong Wei, who was a man of two lives, the meaning of encouragement in his eyes was too strong.

Murong Wei made up her mind, if her aunt mentioned it again, she would bluntly ask her aunt if she wanted to ignore the reputation of her father and queen mother, and wanted her father to become the target of the public, and make that will to win love?

Advice is against the ear, and good medicine is bitter.

Although the words are tougher, in the end, it is because he is reluctant to repeat the mistakes of his aunt in his previous life in the future, and was forced by his own son to die on the city gate tower, but he still can't stop his son's rebellion.

Who would have thought that my aunt was eating the brown sweet dumplings, and only praised the sweetness of the little jujube in Naleling, and changed the topic as if she didn't know it. only talked about the moment, and didn't mention the annoying things in the border city, which made her Murong Wei feel surprised.

In the early summer night, a hung rose fragrance bursts, and occasionally insects chirp and cut clearly.

After everyone moved to the six-winged wooden pavilion in the courtyard to enjoy the coolness, accompanied by the fragrance of tea, Murong Wei took Xia Lanxin and Wen Wan's hands, and urged the two of them to get up tomorrow morning to see the lively morning market, and told my aunt: "I finally got out of the palace once, and my aunt finally agreed, asking us to go and see these folk customs." ”

The niece built a step for herself, if Chu Zhaohui doesn't go down? She smiled and took a silver skewer to fork the peeled grapes, handed it to Murong Wei, and responded: "I want Yuzhi to accompany you, bring a few more people, go early and return early." ”

Since he had a gap with his son, Chu Zhaohui simply left his son in the post house to stop causing trouble.

Seven years of resentment was buried in his heart, Su Duhan thought that he had covered it up well, but he was the mother of his son, Chu Zhaohui understood the unwillingness and grievances in his son's heart.

Chu Zhaohui just wanted to find an opportunity to ask his son what his idea was. First Mai, then snatching love, all by one pointing directly at his mother and the emperor's brother-in-law, the son's behavior has made him more and more unsightly, and the face similar to her husband has become a little unfamiliar.

With the first rays of the morning sun like fire, the surface of Taihu Lake is dyed? The red is clear, the smoky south wind blows, and the streets that have been silent all night begin to wake up again.

The door of the post house slowly opened, and Xia Yuzhi walked out with three girls in green Russell skirts and folk costumes, and several girls such as tassels, Yingluo, and Xiaoluo also changed their ordinary clothes and followed behind.

Looking around, there were a few guards who were ordinary people, scattered around everyone not far away.

With such a big battle, Murong Wei covered her lips and chuckled: "It's aunt to be careful, Wuxi is also at the feet of the Son of Heaven, along the way, the law and order is very good, why bother to be so popular." ”

After all, I am naturally grateful to my aunt for thinking about her own safety. Recalling the robbery of her aunt that day, Murong Wei was also a little helpless.

The bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road, and there will be such days of divergent opinions and contradictions in the future. The day I spread out the truth and met Su Duhan's soldiers, I don't know how my aunt will deal with herself?

Murong Wei muttered to herself, Xia Yuzhi tapped her forehead with the handle of the white jade fan in her hand, and said angrily: "There is a way to be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, and when you go out, you naturally have to pay attention to everything." ”

Xia Lanxin chuckled, she took a step forward, smoothed her brother's clothes lifted by the wind, and immediately turned her eyes to the vendor selling sugar gourds, her eyes flashed with the red fruits as bright as agate, and told Xiaoluo to hurry up and buy them, and take them back in a bunch to satisfy their hunger.

When she wanted to stop her sister from eating things outside, she looked at Xia Lanxin's eyes burning, revealing a different kind of longing and brilliance, Xia Yuzhi was reluctant, so she had to watch Xiao Luo take back the red fruit with a long silk of sugar.

A few people talked and laughed, tasted the delicious food outside, and felt very novel about the morning market in Wuxi

The number of small traders and vendors gradually increased, and the voices of all kinds of hawkers were endless. Brightly colored sachets, freshly picked wormwood, buds embroidered with five poisons, and zongzi wrapped in five-colored silk threads, you name it.

Business is prosperous, the people live and work in peace and contentment, Wuxi is well organized, Murong Wei is looking at it with excitement, and in addition to curiosity in her bright eyes, she is happy.