Outside Jing Shuzhai are a few families who set up shacks to sell tea and food, the front one hung a big "noodle" with a banner written on it, several square tables were already full of people, and a few people stood on the edge of the shed waiting for a vacant seat. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yuan Xiang rushed to the forefront, and when he saw that the shed was full of people, he muttered: "Why are there so many people!" ”

"Look, there's a family of spring noodles on the other side!" Ling Xiang's gaze swept around, just past the last stall opposite.

Yuan Xiang followed her gaze, her eyes suddenly sparkled, and she pulled Ling Xiang to trot all the way.

"Boss, let's have four bowls of Yangchun noodles."

There are not many people at this noodle stall, only one table.

"Great!"

A middle-aged man agreed, and quickly added fire to the fire to cook noodles.

Su Hao strode closer and sat down at the outermost wooden table, Su Ximei was at the same table with him, two girls at the same table.

A spoonful of broth, half a spoonful of finely chopped green onions, and a handful of fine noodles, but in a short time the hot Yangchun noodles were served on the table.

The middle-aged man is tall and big, and his figure is quite sturdy, but the following work is meticulous and attentive.

He took the tray and put down two bowls of noodles on the table of the two girls, and then walked over with a smile.

Su Ximei sniffed her nose and sniffed, yes, this smell is fragrant and fresh enough.

"Boss, you're the son of the old Qi family, right? The last time I came, my old relatives were personally looking at this noodle stall, and I heard him mention that he had a son in the countryside, so he was looking forward to holding his grandson. ”

Someone at the next table was talking to the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man replied with a smile while reaching out to Su Ximei.

"My dad loves to talk nonsense." The middle-aged man said this, but there was no blame in his words, but he said happily, "My family just gave birth to a child, and my father helped go back to the countryside to take care of it." ”

He smiled innocently.

Su Ximei's eyes fell on his right hand holding the bowl and shook it, and her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"This noodle is delicious." Yuanxiang took a sip of noodle soup, and her big eyes bent into two slits.

The middle-aged man was happy, holding a tray and eating at the foot, "I have an ancestral soup here, if the girl thinks it is good, she can patronize it more in the future." ”

Yuan Xiang pounded her head twice, with a satisfied face.

"Of course."

Su Ximei picked the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks, and after two bites, she didn't eat them. When I looked up, Su Hao, who was sitting opposite, didn't eat much, scooped up a spoonful of broth and tasted it, and didn't touch the bowl of noodles again.

Could it be that Su Hao also noticed something wrong?

He was the commander of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Command Division, and it was easy to find out about this little problem.

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Lingwangfu listens to the rain pavilion

Concubine Su, who had just freshened up after taking a nap, was waited by the big maid to drink a small half cup of bird's nest stewed white fungus soup.

It's been a habit she's been doing for years.

Bird's nest nourishes her skin and skin, and she has always been very concerned about her appearance.

Even though she considers herself the first beauty in the capital, she does not dare to snub her appearance at all.

A trace of fish lines in the corners of her eyes will also make her lose her temper.

The eldest maid handed over a silver-edged gem-inlaid bronze mirror, and Concubine Su took a picture of the bronze mirror with great satisfaction, and the brilliant sunlight spilled into the room through the window lattice, especially the red wide-sleeved fairy dress on her body was gorgeous and dazzling.

In the past, when Su Hui was still in the house, she couldn't wear this red dress as a side concubine.

Red, only the wife of Ming Media is worthy of it.

The red lips smeared with lipstick cracked a sneer, what about the wife? Who will remember the difference in the body now?

Only she is the most noble woman in the Lingwang Mansion.

Su Luo raised his eyes, stared at the woman in the bronze mirror and smiled.

Today, the big girl combed her gold silk eight treasures and beaded buns, with a hollow plum blossom hairpin, and the fairy skirt on her body is very matching, there is no lack of elegance in the noble, if His Royal Highness the King of Ling sees it, he will be attracted by her temperament.

Su Luo took a green jade bracelet from her jade-like wrist and presented it to the eldest maid who served her, and the eldest maid hurriedly kowtowed happily and thanked her. Su Luo glanced at her, and his eyes swept over the people who were waiting in the house, and the smile on his face deepened, these people were all poor ants, they all lived on her snort, and she was the only one in charge of everything in the back house.

A servant woman served hot tea, Su Luo took a sip, and a servant woman held a snack, but she squinted but lost much interest.

Brother Xuan has a nurse to take care of, she is really idle and panicked on weekdays, the palace is not free to go out and walk around, in desperation, she can only plant flowers to pass the time, her listening to the rain pavilion is about to be filled with full flower pots.

Since Su Hui's death, she felt that she couldn't be interested in anything, and sometimes she would send people to invite famous opera troupes in the capital to come to the house to set up a stage, and Zhang Luo a few women and ladies would accompany her to relieve her boredom.

It's just that the Lingwang Mansion has a funeral, and such gatherings should not be too much, and she looks forward to the Lingwang coming to her courtyard in her spare time, and she will dress up carefully every day.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and a servant woman hurriedly lifted the corner of the curtain and whispered: "The prince is here." ”

The prince is here?

The prince hadn't been to Tingyu Pavilion for several days.

Su Luo's eyes suddenly lit up, cheered up, and was helped down by the big maid to tidy up her dress. The bead curtain was lifted with a crisp crashing sound, and then a tall figure appeared in front of him.

"Lord Ji'an." Su Luo bowed his knees, and the room fell to his knees.

"No courtesy." Han Ziye strode in and sat on the soft couch with a flicker.

Su Luo was helped up by the big maid, and all the servants and maids standing inside and outside the house stood up, and some servants made tea and brought it up, and then bent down and bowed their heads respectfully to the side and stood up.

Su Luo was helped to sit on the other side of the soft couch, and in the middle of the couch was a small table of camphor wood, on which tea and delicate snacks were placed.

"Why did the prince have time to come here as a concubine?" Su Luo smiled like a flower, and glanced at His Royal Highness the King of Tomb shyly and timidly.

Han Ziye said with a smile: "Is it difficult for this king to come to see his concubine and pick an hour?" ”

"Lord Wang!" Su Luo blushed for a while, lowered his head and said angrily, "There are so many people here, Wang Yejing makes fun of others." ”

Han Ziye was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "This king's concubine is still shy?" ”

"Lord Wang!"

"Okay, okay, this king doesn't want you to be happy." Han Ziye raised his head and ordered, "You all go down, this king has something to say to Concubine Su." ”

"Yes."

Everyone said yes, and the tide receded.

"Aifei, has your sister's business been done?" Han Ziye's eyes flashed, but when he raised his eyes, he already showed a trace of sadness.

Su Luo pursed his lips and nodded, "Don't worry, my sister has arrived in Shu unharmed." (To be continued.) )