Wuxi Taishou and his wife took a carriage back to the house, skipping Murong Wei's praise, and lightly discussed how to settle these nobles on the way, both of them meant to treat each other with courtesy, and not to be found out of the wrong. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When it comes to speculation and clinging to nobles, the husband and wife are a pair of laymen. It's just that you don't want to put your own skin, and you're afraid of being self-defeating, so it's better to just do things like this and have nothing to do with each other.

In the post house, Murong Wei simply settled down, and Yingluo served to remove the hairpin, scattering her hair full of green silk like a waterfall. The tassel had already prepared hot water in the clean room, mixed it with milk and petals, and invited her to bathe.

Washing away the dust along the way, Murong Wei was not tired, but in good spirits.

She loosely tied her hair in a bun, changed into a palace skirt with blue-green scattered embroidered gold thread peonies, and pulled a hosta white shawl, and then went out with tassels and Yingluo, wanting to walk around the post house along the path between the bamboo forests.

The south attaches great importance to the Dragon Boat Festival, and the attention in the palace is different from that of the people.

In addition to preparing three meals a day, the kitchen also specially freed up people to soak rice, boiled meat, soaked dates, pickled eggs, washed and soaked fresh zongzi leaves in the large vat of celadon and blue flowers, and prepared to wrap the Dragon Boat Festival dumplings.

Outside the west wall of the post house is a small market, at three o'clock in the afternoon, when the market is the most lively, Murong Wei stands under a bamboo fence at the end of the verandah, and can faintly hear the noise outside.

There are also people outside who sell Dragon Boat Festival dumplings, mixed with the fragrance of rice, jujube and meat that float from time to time, all kinds of flavors are mixed, and the inside and outside of the post house are connected together, which is very pyrotechnic.

In the two lives, Murong Wei is used to seeing the silent and solemn deep palace compound.

Whether she is the princess of Xixia or the helpless Concubine Wei, she is like a delicate porcelain doll, far away from the real life of the people.

A porridge and a meal, when thinking about where it comes from, it is not easy;

From the fifth day of the first lunar month, the little Tang Jia'er talked about those farming skills in Shoukang Palace, and when she talked about the real life of the people outside, Murong Wei realized what she lacked the most.

If Xixia under the father's system was a high-rise building, it would be indispensable for these people to support it with bricks and tiles. Only by deeply understanding their sufferings and comparing their hearts with their hearts can they understand the way of being a king, which is the foundation of a prosperous country and a strong people.

Murong Wei greedily breathed in the various aromas wafting in the air, feeling closer to their lives. Listening to the faint cries and laughter outside, infecting the lives of ordinary people, I have never felt as down-to-earth as I am now.

Under the help of the flower shadow, the noon sun was still brilliant, and the tassel gradually sweated on her forehead, and she wiped it gently with a handkerchief, and her face became more and more impatient.

Seeing that Murong Wei was full of interest, and still had no intention of turning around, the tassel could only move his head under the shade of the tree again, lest the sun could tan his blown skin.

Yingluo looked at her silently, ignoring her laziness. Holding a silk umbrella with a cyan ruyi pattern, covering the delicate sun for Murong Wei, she walked quietly beside her master, patiently following Murong Wei's brisk steps.

Seeing that Murong Wei was listening to the crisp cries outside, she was particularly interested, Yingluo thought that her master was only thirteen or fourteen years old, which was the age when she loved to laugh and make trouble, so she proposed: "I heard that there is also a market here in the morning, all of which are local specialties and various snacks. If the princess is interested, she will ask Miss Xia and Miss Wan to go and have a look, and it will not be in vain to come to Taihu Lake. ”

"Exactly, this is a good idea", thinking of the lively market across the wall, Murong Wei was indeed a little eager to try, and she couldn't wait to go out immediately.

"When you are away from home, the safety of the princess is still very important. Talking like this, I'm not afraid that Mama Luo will punish you for the sin of instigation", glancing at the elated Murong Wei, the tassel was not used to Yingluo snatching his own opportunity, so he didn't speculate on some words, and even took the opportunity to provoke the relationship between Yingluo and Mama Luo.

Yingluo looks wooden, but her heart is transparent, since the tassel was left in King An's mansion by Murong Wei, knowing that she had lost her master's heart, she had already drawn a clear line with her.

Such an obvious provocation, she dared to guard the master and say it in person, Yingluo only couldn't hear it, she pursed her lips and smiled, held the green silk umbrella in her hand steadily, and did not answer the tassel's words.

"What does it matter if you want the third brother to come along? What do you do to get involved with Mama Luo, dare you be annoyed that she will punish you?" Murong Wei reluctantly left the flower wall, her eyes swept over the tassels standing in the shade of the flowers, and her tone became a little more stern.

The words are mean, high and low, this girl knows how to judge the situation very well, and in the last life, she relied on the friendship of serving herself as a small person, and she actually regarded herself as half the master of the Canwei Palace.

Such a person who betrays the Lord and seeks glory hates that he still regarded her as a good sister in his previous life. Murong Wei couldn't wait to slap Tassel's face, telling her to recognize her identity.

It's just that I thought that there was no trace of Su Duhan's garrison in Yuping Mountain, and I was afraid that he would one day play the game of missing in the previous life, so now he could only keep the tassel and jump up and down, waiting to take her small fish to catch Su Duhan's big fish.

Looking at the tassels pinching the green silk handkerchief with her ten fingers, leisurely blowing the cool breeze under the tree, to be more noble than some rich daughters, Murong Wei was very disdainful in her heart, and wanted to send her to run errands under the sun.

"Listening to the shouting outside, it will arouse the appetite of this palace. Quickly go to the kitchen and spread the word and ask them to cook some Dragon Boat Festival dumplings in the evening to taste. My aunt loves to eat yellow rice, so she packs more yellow rice and red date dumplings, and then some black rice and peanut dumplings, as well as eight treasures and bean paste. Murong Wei instructed carefully, breaking the fillings of several zongzi with her fingers like a few treasures.

The sun is scorching outside, although there is a thick shade here, there is no shelter around the flower wall, and the kitchen is at the end of the yard.

Tassel cherishes her appearance, so she is a little embarrassed, she has the heart to change with Yingluo, she holds an umbrella for Murong Wei, seeing that the master's face is not good, she didn't dare to speak again, so she had to move away from the shade of the tree step by step, and walked quickly to the kitchen.

After passing the tassels, Murong Wei was still interested, and continued to hang out with Yingluo. Looking at the weeping flower door of the post house, the verandah, and the halls everywhere, there is a bunch of wormwood in the customs, even the pavilion and pavilion in the back garden, there are occasionally a few branches of wormwood, and there is a faint medicinal fragrance everywhere.

Exorcising evil spirits and avoiding disasters, Murong Wei is not familiar with these folk customs, but now she is very interested. Yingluoyuan also knew a thing or two, and when she saw her master asking, she told her in detail.

Because the festive atmosphere is thicker than in the palace, it is a market every day, and the continuous aroma of herbs and rice dumplings flows along the long street. The fragrance is fragrant, scattered into the post house, and gradually integrated with the fragrance of flowers and bamboo in the post house, becoming more agile and real.

The master and servant turned around for more than half an hour before they went back to rest with their umbrellas. (To be continued.) )