Today, Luo Pujia is the same, because the title of the pavilion master is given by the Queen Mother, but he is bound everywhere. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is far less free than when I first entered the palace, I had no desires in my heart, and I was free in the clouds.

Xu Zhaoyi looked carefully, Luo Pujia ate this meal carefully.

If someone else has not touched the chopsticks, she will never clip them first. Many times, in addition to sitting with a smile, she just picked out a few slices of fungus in the plate of celery cashew nuts in front of her.

The mint tea in front of him, Luo Pujia also peeked at Murong Wei to drink it, and then she was willing to pick up her cup, for fear that she would accidentally make a mistake.

Xu Zhaoyi thought deeply that Murong Wei reminded herself to change the menu and change it to something home-cooked that day.

Xu Zhaoyi deliberately livened up the atmosphere, and from time to time ordered someone to pour wine and cloth dishes for Luo Pujia, plus Xia Lanxin's witty words, and occasionally Murong Wei's occasional jokes. A few people looked at the flowers like a waterfall outside, as well as the soft sheng song and zither song in the building, and this meal was also enjoyable.

After thirty years of drinking, Xu Zhaoyi left her seat with a smile and bowed to everyone: "I will be absent for the time being, and there are still snow moon peach blossoms and fresh snow clam soup, which are offered to you." ”

When Luo Pujia heard this, her face turned crimson, which reflected the clothes on her body, and she said again and again that she didn't dare: "It's already too bothering, how dare you work Zhaoyi Niangniang to cook herself?" ”

Murong Wei smiled lightly and pulled her clothes, her face was full of smiles: "You just sit and see what kind of finale Xu Zhaoyi has." Today, Sister Lan and I are both foils, just to invite you, the head of the incense, don't be polite to her. ”

Xu Zhaoyi listened to Murong Wei's words casually, and when it came to the tone of her own family, she became more and more honored, and smiled at Luo Pujia: "Exactly, if it is only for her two sisters, I am afraid that I will be lazy." ”

With just a few jokes, Luo Pujia's nervous mood relaxed slightly. After a while, Xu Zhaoyi went and returned, followed by a few palace maids who served the food.

The red and white snow moon peach blossoms bloom in the yellow ground gold-edged entwined flower plate, dotted with a few slices of cucumbers cut into peach leaves, and you can smell the sweet and sour aroma from afar.

Xu Zhaoyi chose the freshest shrimp. Beat the egg whites until they are transparent, and push them into an arched snow-white hill, like a vast crescent moon in the sky. The red and bright shrimp are divided into the middle and rolled with a red and colorful and rich sauce, which is like a red peach blossom, blooming in the gorgeous March day.

In addition to the traditional tomato sauce, Xu Zhaoyi also added some sweet wine to taste. Smelling the pungent aroma, Luo Pujia's eyes lit up.

Even today, Luo Pujia has eaten a total of three times of snow moon peach blossoms.

In the past, he practiced medicine at home, and although he had no food to spare, he had a family of parents.

On the day of the day, my father and brother caught some shrimp from the small river not far from the door, and my mother took the only three eggs in the family and a small pinch of sugar, and cooked this dish with her own hands.

It was a coming-of-age ceremony that she remembers vividly, and it was also the last birthday she spent with her parents. Soon after, she and her little sisters went on a trip, and were scattered at the bottom of the mountain, and finally abducted by the flower thief.

A simple dish turned out to have such a nice name, but I didn't know it in the past, but I only knew that my mother's clever wife was difficult to cook without rice, and she thought about her birthday.

Thinking of relatives and daily cuts, the mountains and rivers are separated by the world, and the sweet and sour taste will be engraved in my heart forever.

Reunited on the boat and dined with Zi Mo, Luo Pujia was curious to find out that she had seen this dish again. With the longing for her mother, she plucked up the courage to ask the name of the dish, and shyly used a few more chips.

The palace food is more delicate than that of the mother, and the shrimp is big and fat, but it is far from the taste of home. On the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, with the rippling of boats, the snow moon peach blossom had the intention of urging Luo Pujia to think of her relatives and pull her tears all night.

Now, reunited with his brother. In Xu Zhaoyi's Zixia Palace, Luo Pujia actually saw this dish again, and couldn't help revealing the joy of the reunion of the old people. Gently pinched a piece and put it in her mouth, the sweet and sour taste of the shrimp was fragrant and mellow between her tongues, and she smiled gratefully at Xu Zhaoyi.

Meng Zhaoyi is still in confinement, although she also wants to see Luo Pujia, but her body is not allowed. I had to send the housekeeper Sui Mama to come to ask for peace, and I was waiting to express my heart and tactfully put forward the intention of the invitation.

Although the pear wine is not on the top, it will also dye Luo Pujia's cheeks drunk, as bright as peach blossoms in March.

In the face of Meng Zhaoyi's kindness, she humbly excused herself and said: "Please go back to Zhaoyi's mother, it's not that Pu Jia refuses to obey." I drank a few more glasses today, and I smelled of alcohol. lest he collide with the nobles and His Royal Highness the Five Princes, and wait for him to come to the door again to ask for guilt. ”

It is also the truth, Mama Sui can smell the fragrance of pear wine in the banquet, although it is light, but it is also mellow. She bowed down and said with a smile: "The master of Chiayi Pavilion has thought about it thoroughly, so the old slave will report your words to my master, and in the Changchun Palace another day, the master will definitely sweep the bed and wait." ”

With a wave of her hand, Mama Sui sent someone to give Meng Zhaoyi's gift, and when she lifted the red velvet on the tray to see, it turned out to be a set of thread-bound ancient books, the "Thousand Golden Prescriptions" by the medical saint Sun Simiao.

A hard-to-find gift, giving it to Luo Pujia is the icing on the cake, she let out a slight sigh, and the longing on her face became more and more prosperous.

Mama Sui bent her knees again and conveyed Meng Zhaoyi's instructions: "My master said that the sword is matched with a celebrity, and the pink is given to a beautiful woman." This set of books is an ornament for her, but it can cure diseases and save people when it is given to the pavilion owner, please smile at the pavilion owner. ”

"A Thousand Golden Fang" was not owned by Meng Zhaoyi, she bothered to get it. Zida knew that Xu Zhaoyi was going to invite Luo Pujia, but because she couldn't participate, she was always thinking about what gifts to give to express her heart.

Thinking that there were many books in Wenchang Pavilion, Meng Zhaoyi ordered Mama Sui to search to see if there were any ancient books and pharmacopoeias from the previous dynasties, and sure enough, Mama Sui found this set of "Thousand Golden Prescriptions" from the vast collection of books and reported it to Meng Zhaoyi.

Meng Zhaoyi couldn't be self-conscious, so she asked for the grace of Emperor Chongming and wanted to give this set of books to herself and her son's life-saving benefactor. Hearing that it was a gift for Luo Pujia, Emperor Chongming agreed.

Those two sentences "swords with celebrities, red powder for beauties" were originally from Emperor Chongming's Chrysostom, and they were relayed by Meng Zhaoyi to Mama Liu, which complemented each other even more.

Luo Pujia cleaned her hands first, and then carefully took the book from Mama Sui's hand, gently rubbing the yellowed title page, revealing an intoxicated smile. She gently turned the page, read a few lines of quaint handwriting, and slowly closed it, holding the book to her chest, with a look of bookishness.

The restraint from the beginning gradually relaxed with Xu Zhaoyi's sincere hospitality. When the luncheon was removed and the palace people came with a new tea, several people were already talking happily.

Under the misty wisteria flowers of Baihuazhou, Xia Lanxin changed her clothes for the first time, looked at the bluestone platform on the side and stood still, and unconsciously pointed to the sound of the piano, and plucked a few times at will.