When Gu Chenxiao looked at it, the palace maid was beautiful and dignified, wearing a palace skirt of light green Hangzhou silk, covered with light pink burnt cloth than armor, and a light blue silk silk around her waist, and two long tassels rippling on her knees with her gentle steps. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Gu Chenxiao's eyesight is also first-class, and he recognized this as a first-class palace maid beside Murong Wei with a slight gaze, who had seen it in Shoukang Palace, but he didn't know the name of the person who came.

The little eunuch opened the lid of the food box and placed it on the small table in front of Gu Chenxiao's couch. Different from the previous taste of chicken soup, a fragrant lotus root fills the air.

Yingluo asked for water to clean her hands, put her chopsticks away, and prepared to serve Gu Chenxiao in person.

Thinking that Gu Chenxiao was asleep, Yingluo waited to wake up, but when she saw Gu Chenxiao's bright eyes open, she was not surprised, took a step back and bowed steadily, and said with a smile: "Slave Yingluo, I've seen Gongzi." ”

Although he knew that the person in front of him was His Royal Highness King Ning, because the little eunuch was on the side, Yingluo was only known as a son. handed the twisted handkerchief to Gu Chenxiao's hand and asked him to wipe his hands.

"Miss Lao, please convey your thanks to Her Royal Highness the princess later", Gu Chenxiao guessed that Murong Wei was not at ease with her own meal, so she came out of the people around her to take a look.

Thinking of this, Gu Chenxiao was overjoyed, and his eyes were as bright as dazzling obsidian.

Yingluo accepted the handkerchief that Gu Chenxiao had used to wipe his hands, and smiled at him slightly, revealing two deep dimples: "The slave would rather convey the son's gratitude." ”

Gu Chenxiao was already hungry, but as the little eunuch set out the dishes, the fragrance of fresh lotus root became more and more tangy, and his whole spirit was lifted.

The tender lotus root soup in July is Gu Chenxiao's favorite, and he doesn't want to eat fresh lotus root in Qinglian Tai now, and he suddenly has a taste in his mouth after a few days, and he feels like his index finger is moving.

With gentle and skillful movements, Yingluo fed him a silver spoon of fresh pork bone stewed lotus root soup, and fed him a small and delicate lotus root-stuffed dumpling.

As if seeing the confusion in Gu Chenxiao's eyes, Yingluo said softly: "There is a hot spring under Qinglian Terrace, and there are fresh lotus roots here all year round. ”

Gu Chenxiao's taste is light, the broth is less salty, skimming off the slick oil, and choosing the middle part with the most mellow taste, without adding a drop of sesame oil, it is all the aroma of pork bones boiled over low heat.

After slowly tasting a few more bites, Gu Chenxiao felt more and more that he was having an appetite for himself, and was amazed that Xixia's cook's soup making skills were so exquisite. He never knew that after traveling through the past and present lives, even after many years, Murong Wei still remembered some of his habits.

The soup is fresh and tender, and the color and taste are complete. Under Yingluo's service, Gu Chenxiao ate a few pieces of lotus root, drank a bowl full of thick broth, and ate a few soup dumplings, still unsatisfied.

At night, Gu Chenxiao's health was not good at this time, Yingluo carefully followed the instructions of the imperial doctor, refused to give him more food, and when he saw that he was almost there, he brought tea to ask him to rinse his mouth, served him to lie down, and then smiled and bowed his knees and retired: "The son rests early, and the slave and maid retire." ”

It was still the little eunuch who helped Yingluo carry the canteen and went back to Murong Wei to return to him. Yingluo described in detail the situation of Gu Chenxiao's meal, and did not forget to convey Gu Chenxiao's gratitude.

This spring rain fell from noon to dusk, and from dusk to late at night, and it was dashing and intermittent.

The old house of the Su family, which was twenty or thirty miles away from Qinglian Terrace, was also shrouded in a hazy night rain.

On the wide rosewood stepping bed in the inner courtyard of the Su family's old house, Mrs. An Guo Chu Zhaohui listened to the rustling of the spring rain and hit the dense plantain under the window, and her heart was miserable, and she couldn't sleep at night.

When he got married, he came back with Su Rui to worship his ancestors, and the picture seemed to be just yesterday, and it had been nearly twenty years in the blink of an eye, and the young general in the white horse and silver robe had already become ancient, and he stepped here again as his surviving person.

Her in-laws died early, and her husband didn't like her association with her people, and she always knew it. Afraid that her husband would be too careful, and if she provoked his sadness and unhappiness, Chu Zhaohui never asked the reason.

In the big family, there are always some fights between the inner house and the family property. The husband didn't say it, probably because of the cold, how Chu Zhaohui was willing to uncover his scars again. I followed my husband's wishes, but twice a year in mid-autumn and Spring Festival, I bought more things to send back to the clan.

Married to Su Rui for so many years, lying alone in the east cross courtyard where Su Rui once lived at night, on the cold rosewood stepping bed, Chu Zhaohui had no feeling of going home, and the old house of the Su family was still strange from the beginning to the outside.

is not like a son, and he became one with the brothers in the clan that day, and the relationship between flesh and blood is always parted. Chu Zhaohui didn't know how far his thoughts deviated from the facts, thinking of his son, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, revealing a faint smile.

On the same day, the county magistrates of Zhengyang and Cangnan counties and the head of the Su family set up a road sacrifice on the long street of the old house, the white flower curtains and paper money, and the overwhelming smell of incense and candles, vaguely returned to the day when the husband's coffin returned to King An's mansion.

Chu Zhaohui felt very uncomfortable, and it was not good to wipe the face of the clansmen, and the moment she stopped, her face was very ugly. Fortunately, she was supported by Wen Wan and intimately poured her a cup of weak tea.

With the warm tea to weigh down the depression in his chest, Chu Zhaohui calmed down and prepared to deal with the people in the clan.

The Su family has been taken care of by the local government for many years, and the boat stopped on the same day. Su Duhan returned to his mother, and he was very polite to the two Qipin county orders, accepted his tuyi and worship post, and praised him a few words.

The county commander was obedient, knowing that everyone was tired, and seeing that the prince was willing to accept the post, and knowing that there would be a chance to meet in the coming day, he would make enough of the scene, so he retired first.

Only then did the patriarch of the Su family lead everyone in the clan to lead the carriages and horses of Chu Zhaohui and several people to the old mansion.

The Su family is scarce, and the huge mansion is a little empty. Chu Zhaohui got off at the second gate, changed into a soft sedan chair and entered the inner courtyard, and when he saw a few people in the old house, he didn't feel pity in his heart, and he was slightly less dissatisfied when he came.

After changing his clothes and freshening up again, Chu Zhaohui came out with Wen Wan to meet the patriarch again, but saw that Su Duhan had already sat down with a few cousins talking and laughing, watching him come out, and hurriedly stood up and came over to help.

Knowing that he only has one son under his knees, and now he has an extra daughter, for fear of the suspicion of the clansmen, Chu Zhaohui personally introduced Wen Wan to the patriarch and the patriarch's wife.

A few people came back to talk about it a few days ago, and the patriarch was not surprised, seeing the gentle demeanor, very dignified and atmospheric, and speaking very kindly, he first gave a thick meeting gift.

The younger generations of the clan invited Chu Zhaohui to say goodbye, and Chu Zhaohui was a set of four treasures of the imperial study room as a gift for the first meeting.

Seeing coldly that the brothers received the reward, they were not very interested in the things made by the palace, and they were a little perfunctory in their thanks. (To be continued.) )