By the time Fuxiu put down his hand rubbing his eyes, the slender figure of Concubine Xiang had long since disappeared. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The winter sun is still so golden and dazzling, making people dizzy, so that Fuxiu does not want to stand under this sunshine for a moment, and in a few days it will be the Chinese New Year's Eve banquet, Fuxiu will keep himself in the best condition.

All she wanted was to go back to her room as quickly as she could, close the door, close the window, and preferably all access to the outside world, and be cut off from the rest of the world, ignoring the disturbances that had made her so anxious.

Lying on the couch, Fu Xiu asked Jian Xi to hang down the thick curtain heavily, and let Jian Xi go out to wait, Fu Xiu tried his best to hide the light from the outside, hugged his knees, and couldn't help trembling slightly.

Jun Mo Chu, Jun Mo Chu, does he know? How much did she hate to walk on strange and terrible blades?

Jun Mochu, since I can't escape, I don't want to escape, in the dark, there is a providence. It's futile to think so much about yourself.

I don't know when, Fukuxiu has been sitting on the edge of the bed in a trance, and I don't know how long he has been sitting.

Hearing a knock on the door of the temple, Fuxiu realized that the placket had been wet. Fu Xiu doesn't know why he cries, maybe he still can't let go of Jun Mochu in his heart, how about letting go? If you can't put it down, so what?

Fuxiu doesn't want to know anymore, and even if he does, it's just to add some trouble......

"Jian Xi, what's the matter?" Fukuhu asked the door, his throat hoarse, with a long-worn sadness.

Jian Xi smiled outside the door: "Master, Master Xiang sent someone to report, saying that she was making white sugar osmanthus cake, and she was very interested, and said that the master should try it." ”

White sugar osmanthus crisp?

Fu Xiu remembered that this was the emperor and Jun Mochu's favorite dim sum, as early as the emperor's palace, Fu Xiu often saw the emperor's imperial case, always placed a white sugar osmanthus cake.

When he was a child, Jun Mochu often asked Fuxiu to go to his home to taste the white sugar osmanthus cake that the emperor gave to his father.

Is it because this dessert is a royal snack that the emperor and Jun Mochu love to eat like this?

Jian Xi didn't hear Fuxiu's answer for a long time, so he said, "Master, are you going?" If you don't go, the slave will go back to the auspicious master. ”

Fu Xiu hurriedly replied and said, "Oh......, it's coming, Jian Xi, you come in and wait for me to change clothes!" As soon as Fu Xiu said this, Jian Xi entered the dormitory and helped Fu Xiu change his clothes.

I hurriedly changed my clothes, combed my makeup, and when I walked out of the door, it was already sunset.

The setting sun hides in the blue clouds, cutting the majestic palace into layers of intricate and rich black paper-cuts.

In the middle of the wind and gloom, a few scattered crows were suddenly far away, breaking through the hazy sky.

"Mother, you usually don't take a nap. Why do you want to take a nap today? Jian Xi asked Fuxiu with a smile, and suddenly saw the corner of Fuxiu's eyes, and was shocked, and asked quietly, "Master, what's wrong with you?" ”

Fu Xiu expected that his eyes must be swollen from crying, and there must be tear stains at the corners of his eyes, even if he was wearing makeup, he could faintly see some of them.

Fuxiu hurriedly smiled, "No...... It's nothing, but this afternoon, the doors and windows were not closed, and the wind carried the sand into the room, blowing into the eyes, and I couldn't get out for a long time, I was afraid that my eyes would be rubbed red. ”

Jian Xi glanced at Fu Xiu again and didn't ask any more, but between his expressions, he obviously still didn't believe it. This afternoon, the doors and windows of the dormitory were closed by himself, and the veil was also hung down by himself, even if there was wind, how could it blow into Fuxiu's eyes?

Because of his Fuxiu's feelings, Jian Xi didn't ask much in the end, and just waited quietly for Fuxiu.

Fuxiu thought blankly, and when he walked to his small kitchen in Yanxi Palace, he was actually in a trance and almost tripped over the threshold. Fortunately, Jian Xi's eyes were quick, and before Fuxiu fell, he immediately went up to support Fuxiu, who was about to fall, and Fuxiu did not fall.

Fortunately, there was a rare laughter in the room, and everyone was making osmanthus cake with great interest, so no one noticed Fuxiu's gaffe.

When Fu Xiu approached, Concubine Xiang looked up and saw it, and said with a smile: "Sister Fu, you are finally here, if you were original, my sister still thinks that you are still angry with your sister?" ”

Fu Xiu still followed the rules, and after asking Xiang Concubine for peace, he said: "My sister is too careful, my sister is not such a person who holds grudges." ”

Concubine Xiang walked up to Fu Xiu and said with a smile: "Fu Xiu, look! This white sugar osmanthus crisp, you should be able to make it! ”

Fukuyu glanced at the table full of ingredients, his heart couldn't help but tighten, and he shook his head, "Sister Xiang, Fukuxiu doesn't like to be in the kitchen since he was a child, so Fukuxiu can't do it." ”

Concubine Xiang seemed to be levy, "Hey, why can't you do it?" My sister remembers that this cooking technique is something that women have to learn since childhood! ”

Fuxiu smiled bitterly, there was really no way to tell Concubine Xiang. Since he was a child, he was raised by Liu Yeqing, Liu Yeqing loved Fuxiu very much, and he didn't let Fuxiu cook since he was a child.

When a person is pampered and pampered, he naturally feels that life is boring, so when Fuxiu grows up, he rarely stays at home, but goes outside, travels to famous mountains and rivers, and collects gold and stone antiques that he has always loved.

In this way, Fuxiu has a trace of pride that ordinary women do not have.

How can you learn what you don't like?