On this day, the dynasty was dispersed, and the arrangements for the march to the three southern countries were generally visible, and Zhao Yuan felt a rare ease these days, and his face was faintly warm. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liu Fuquan saw it in his eyes, and dared to come over and say: "Your Majesty, do you want the old slave to send a message to Qiao Palace, let it be prepared over there." The corners of Zhao Yuan's lips were raised, and the sunlight penetrated through the bright golden cigarette yarn of the Xuande Palace, sprinkling on Zhao Yuan's angular side face, reflecting the smile lines on his lips into a deep whirlpool.

Zhao Yuan changed out of his court clothes and put on a dark blue velvet satin embroidered five-clawed golden dragon leader inlaid with black fox skin regular clothes, and his waist was tied with a belt of gold silk inlaid with night pearls. When he was about to go out, Zhao Yuan also instructed Liu Fuquan to bring himself a yellow satin multicolored thread coral bean multicolored sachet, which contained the agarwood incense that Yunyang loved to smell.

After cleaning up, Zhao Yuan did not ride a horse, but walked to the Qiao Hall with the guards.

When Zhao Yuan arrived, Yunyang was sorting out the ancient classics in the side hall. Hearing that the emperor was coming, Yunyang was overjoyed, and he didn't even change his clothes, so he went out.

As soon as Zhao Yuan saw Yunyang, he first looked at her deeply, and saw that his expression was peaceful, his face was ruddy, and everything was as usual, and his heart was already at peace.

After saluting, Yunyang didn't wait for Zhao Yuan to speak, he walked over, took his hand affectionately, and walked towards the main hall together. Zhao Yuan's lips couldn't help but provoke a light smile, comparable to the warmth of early spring in the courtyard.

The two entered the main hall, snuggled up on the soft collapse and talked for a while, Yun Yang ordered people to use Wanshou Wanfu pattern colored porcelain with gold button cover bowl to fill the bird's nest ginkgo stewed deer tendon made by himself according to the recipe in the ancient book, and dedicated it to Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan tasted it, and only felt that this taste was not much better than the taste of the medicine for treating arrow wounds. Zhao Yuan smiled helplessly while eating, and had to praise: "The medicinal food made by Concubine Ai is really a taste that the imperial chef can't make." ”

"Really?" Yun Yang's eyes widened with joy, and then he said puzzledly: "What the concubine makes is not medicinal food, but sweet soup!" ”

Zhao Yuan couldn't hold back any longer and laughed.

Yun Yang blushed when he boarded, and said anxiously: "If the concubine is not delicious, the emperor doesn't need to use it, don't make your appetite uncomfortable." ”

Zhao Yuan ignored her, and ate the stewed deer tendon with bird's nest and ginkgo in a few bites, and then he got up and said: "There are still many political affairs in the Xuande Palace, I will go back now, and I will come to see the beauty next time." ”

After speaking, Zhao Yuan raised his hand and stroked Yunyang's head.

Yunyang was unhappy, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to silently send him to the gate of the palace.

When he left the palace gate, Zhao Yuan remembered something, turned his head and asked her, "You buried that palace maid?" ”

Yun Yang was stunned, tried to control her panicked thoughts, and quickly knelt down on her knees and said: "The concubine remembered that she was the old man of Qiao Palace, after all, the master and servant were the same, and the concubine couldn't bear to see her exposed corpse in the wilderness. ”

After hearing this, Zhao Yuan's face changed, and he said coldly: "Are you saying that my judgment is unfair? ”

Zhao Yuan thought a lot about this matter for Yunyang, and the queen's punishment was also blocked by him for Yunyang. Now that Yunyang has easily forgiven the person who made the mistake, then many of the things that Zhao Yuan did for her before were in vain. Besides, Yunyang is so soft-hearted, he is afraid that those people in the harem who originally did not dare to provoke Qiao Palace will be ready to move at this time.

Zhao Yuan sighed in his heart: "This girl, I don't know how much trouble her momentary pity will cause for herself. ”

Yun Yang saw that Zhao Yuan's face was cloudy, and his heart became more and more uneasy. She choked up and said, "The concubine has always felt the emperor's kindness, and I know that you pity Qiao Palace everywhere. Now this matter is indeed the willful behavior of the concubine, but there is absolutely no disrespect for the emperor. ”

Zhao Yuan took a deep look at her and turned to leave with an expressionless face.

Yun Yang looked at his back as he was leaving, only to feel that he was back in the cold winter in an instant, and a bone-chilling chill made her shiver all over.

For two or three days, Zhao Yuan did not come to Qiao Palace again, and Liu Fuquan, who usually came to pass the word, disappeared.

Yunyang only said that he was annoyed that day because of the hairpin and apricot matter. At the beginning, Yunyang was not panicked, knowing that he was affectionate, and it would be fine in a few days.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for another four or five days, there was still no movement on Zhao Yuan's side, and Yun Yang secretly complained in his heart. Although his heart is tormented by lovesickness, in the eyes of others, Yunyang's daily life and painting are as usual, and there is nothing out of the ordinary.

It's just that every afternoon when the sky is clear, Yunyang sits on the verandah in the courtyard, staring at the flowing clouds from time to time, tired and lazy and doesn't put on makeup.

On the afternoon of the eighth day, Yunyang ordered Yulu to inform Yifangzhai to let them prepare the eight-treasure exquisite cake that Zhao Yuan loved to eat.

This kind of cake is made of ginseng two coins, poria cocos two taels, yam two taels, lentils two taels, barley two taels, fried corn two taels, Jianlian two taels, meat japonica rice noodles four taels, glutinous rice noodles four taels, a total of research into a very fine noodles, add eight taels of sugar, and evenly steamed cakes, cool and cut into pieces, and then stick yellow and white two-color cooked sesame seeds to complete.

Yunyang also ordered the palace people to prepare nine-fruit sprouts, red bean honey cake, sour cheese and cherry Biluo. Put all these three pastries into the red lacquer food box of the tribute pattern of the Jinhua Fanren, and slowly walk towards the Xuande Hall accompanied by the drinking green.

The half-new gold leaf cuiyu cloud brocade high-soled shoes slowly walked forward on the bluestone house on the side street, making a gentle "click" sound, and Yunyang seemed a little worried. After a while, Yin Lu reminded softly: "Niangniang, Xuande Hall has arrived." ”

Yunyang looked up and saw that the palace lights in the Xuande Hall were dim, and the figure was longing, and his heart tightened for a while.

After the ceremony, when he heard Xuan enter the hall, Yunyang signaled to drink green to stay outside and go in alone. Following the eunuch who led the way, bypassing the splendid corridor, Yunyang walked into the Xuande Palace.

Yunyang looked up and saw Zhao Yuan wearing a azure Xiangyun Qi dragon robe, leaning on a table and looking at the battle map. Liu Fuquan stood respectfully with a whisk in his hand. Seeing Yunyang walk in, Liu Fuquan retreated quietly.

After saluting, Zhao Yuan asked her to put the food box on the mahogany carved dragon table next to her, then lowered her head and looked at the map, and said another word.

Yun Yang stood in the middle of the hall, with thousands of words in his chest, but he couldn't say it for a while. It was like a jack pendant in my heart, and it became heavier and heavier: "The emperor didn't even look at me, could it be said that a newcomer had entered Hanyang Palace?" ”

As soon as she thought of this, the expression on her face became more and more pale and sad.

Zhao Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at Yunyang from the seat, and saw that she was wearing a narrow-sleeved dress sprinkled with silver satin embroidered magnolia flying butterfly makeup, wearing a half-arm of mud gold peacock silk, and a lake-green twisted and dyed double silk silk silk skirt at her waist.

He didn't pay attention to the hairpin at all, and he was only worried about the deployment of troops in southern Xinjiang recently.