There are three bowls of golden osmanthus cheese, all of which are served in transparent crystal cups, and there is also a fragrance like blue musk. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Murong Wei picked out a bowl, dug a spoonful with a small silver spoon with openwork, and put it in her mouth to taste it. Sweet is sweet, delicate but not enough, just like the beauty of the alluring city, although flawless, it is a vase decoration.

She put the silver spoon aside, frowned and said, "It can only be regarded as unsatisfactory, such a thing can't be sent to my father." Now Ah Peng and Ah Xuan live together, and the child loves sweets, so he will give those two lamps to his two brothers. ”

Hongdou re-adjusted her makeup, and she couldn't see the mood at dusk, a pink little face turned red like white under the shadow of the lamp, and the pink beads on the double bun were smart and delicate.

Hearing Murong Wei's command, she quickly bent her knees in response, put away the rest of the osmanthus cheese, and put it in a food box painted with vermilion lacquer. ordered the little palace maid to mention it, and sent it to the prince's east palace with herself.

Seeing that Murong Wei's face was pale, Qiu Xiang was full of shame, and knelt on the ground: "It's the slave maid who is not good at learning and delaying the princess's filial piety." When Mama Luo is well tomorrow, the slave will try again. ”

Murong Wei's ten fingers were slender, lazily put on the spoon in the Longquan kiln blue glazed lotus petal bowl in front of her, stirring the sticky chestnut five-kernel porridge in it, and lazily responded: "Forget it, let's do it when Mama Luo is ready." The whole imperial dining room has been imitated for many years, and it has always lacked that little bit of taste, not to mention that you are new to it. ”

As if there was a little bit of a heart, Tassel stood aside and listened carefully.

Although Mama Luo's cheese making is a must, the tassel doesn't know that she is irreplaceable. Tassel's mind spun quickly, like some light flashing in her mind, so fast that she didn't catch it for a while.

But I always feel that it touches the previous situation, and there is a clear opportunity in this message in front of me. was afraid that Murong Wei would be suspicious, and Tassel An Zhiruo Su stood behind Murong Wei, only serving her dishes, and her attitude became more and more deferential.

In the evening, Yingluo wanted to smoke Murong Wei's clothes, and only the tassel accompanied her to learn calligraphy in front of the bookcase.

The thick fragrance of ink overflowed, and Murong Wei under the lamp and candle lifted her breath and condensed her wrists, and her calm face was full of Lianda.

Murong Wei is still in Mrs. Wei's post, a pear blossom Xiaokai is more and more attractive, the tassel stands behind her, and when a piece of snow wave paper is finished, she praises sincerely: "The princess's words are thousands of miles a day, and they are becoming more and more attractive." Although the slave didn't know how to sketch and draw, she looked at it on a par with Naharapa. ”

"Practice makes perfect, Wei Niangzi's schoolwork is really rigorous, how can I be lazy?" Murong Wei's face was colorful, but she was humble, which caused Tassel to despise in her heart, and she still had an envious smile on her face.

Murong Wei put away the pen, cleaned it in the ink pool by the tassel, and asked intently: "What time is the new year today?"

Tassel raised his eyes and looked at the imperial calendar, and replied with a smile: "The princess remembered wrong, it's not the first day, it's already thirteen today." In two days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

"It turns out that it has passed so fast, and I haven't seen my aunt for some time", under the swaying of the vermilion palace lamp, it clearly reflected the mellow red on Murong Wei's face, which was a little more beautiful than when she was learning to write.

She seemed to be talking to the tassel, and seemed to be muttering: "After these few days, I don't know if my aunt's anger has disappeared?"

A few days ago, Tassel Shadow heard that Su Duhan was grounded, and it seemed that someone suspected that it was related to the murder. She couldn't rest assured, and she had also passed the news of her concern to the outside by the golden laurel tree.

The news delivered from outside the palace said that the prince was safe and sound, and asked her to stay by Murong Wei's side with peace of mind and continue to inquire about the news. The letter also attached a pair of red coral earrings that Su Duhan had promised her last time, and the delicate color was like the threads of acacia beans, slowly flowing into her heart.

Even if Murong Wei didn't say it, the tassel could see deep concern from her drunken gaze.

Counting on his fingers, Su Duhan has not entered the palace for more than half a month, and he can still hear his news, but Murong Wei is not. Since she gritted her teeth and didn't go to King An's mansion, she didn't even say a word about Su Duhan, and she really couldn't hold her breath.

Thinking of Su Duhan's deep affection for himself in his letter, Tassel became more and more secretly disdainful of Murong Wei, as if he had seen the loneliness of her alone in the future.

But there is nothing on the face, the tassel only hangs down the eyelids, and the long eyelashes cover the smugness in the eyes, looking considerate and understanding.

"Go and inquire about the arrangements for this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, if my aunt and her enter the palace, I will prepare some gifts for my aunt. Murong Wei casually plucked the hairpin under her hair, and let the green silk like a waterfall fall down, lingering on the plain white middle coat.

Looking through the bronze mirror, Murong Wei's smile was very shallow, like a deep pool under the moonlit night, and like waves of ripples, wrinkled by no wind, slowly floating back and forth.

Under the flickering gaze, the tassel couldn't see the sparkling emotions in her eyes, implying a lot of worry and a lot of worry. The only thing that is certain is that she still can't let go of her thoughts about Su Duhan.

The small kitchen had just sent hot red bean soup, waiting for Murong Wei to send it to Fengluan Palace. If she really wanted to inquire about Mrs. Anguo's news, she could ask Empress Chu calmly.

is the only one who is half-spit out and half-revealed, and wants to inquire in private, for the sake of who will Su Duhan be?

The tassel agreed lowly, and his subordinates kept moving, skillfully making the long hair into a low bun for Murong Wei, only inserting a pearl grate obliquely, and changing into a peacock blue palace robe for her, and then wearing a silver-red cloak embroidered with golden begonia flowers, which helped her get up and go to Fengluan Palace.

The palace people picked up the gauze lamp to lead the way, and Murong Wei walked in front of her head, and the tassel carefully picked up the vermilion gold-painted food box on the desk and followed her footsteps.

In Tassel's opinion, Murong Wei is just a little trick to cover her ears and steal the bell, obviously reluctant and unable to let go, but she made a high-minded appearance, so Su Duhan bowed to her.

In the mid-autumn of August every year, it is no secret that Queen Chu will invite Mrs. Anguo's family into the palace. Just as Murong Wei was having a supper, gossiping with Queen Chu inside, Tassel and Aunt Qin sat out to eat tea, and in a few words, they heard the news from the other party.

On the way back to Canwei Palace, Tassel smiled lightly: "Aunt Qin said that this year's reunion banquet is still held in the Chonglou Pavilion of Shoukang Palace. also said that the Queen Mother instructed that the more people at the family banquet, the more lively it became, and she still invited Mrs. An Guo and the prince to enter the palace. ”

The royal family Ding Buwang, plus the family of King An's mansion, is not satisfied with the large round table that can accommodate more than 20 people in the heavy pavilion. About for the sake of good looks, it will still be everyone who sets up their own desks, so that they look full of flowers.

In addition to Chu Zhaohui's mother and son, plus a lonely concubine Xin, there was one less person than last year's Chinese New Year's Eve banquet. Fortunately, the birth of the fifth prince this year really added joy. Now that the child is out of the full moon, Meng Zhaoyi can hold him to participate in this year's reunion banquet.