When Gillian heard the government at first glance, her heart still skipped half a beat, but she thought that the end of the year was the time to collect taxes, and she was ready for identity fraud in the palace. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info can see the officials openly, and he will be relieved.

Zhu Ge didn't take it seriously after saying it, she didn't take it seriously, she didn't break the law for the first time in her second life, and this kind of thing was as common for her as drinking cold water. What's more, when I contacted the palace for the last time, I had already completed all the household registration and offices of the mother and her.

Zhu Ge took off his thick wool clothes and hung them up, and walked to the kitchen with a smile. "Miss, it's so fragrant." The fresh aroma of mutton soup and the sweet aroma of radish filled the room, attracting people to go down to the kitchen to take a look.

"Well, I stewed radish with your cut goat. Eat some mutton in winter, replenish qi and blood, and keep out the cold, and ......" Gillian followed behind, and suddenly thought that in the former palace, every winter, she had to take Liu Che to drink angelica ginger mutton soup for a while, and he always said that his hands and feet were warm every day.

Gillian thought of Liu Che's heart suddenly froze, and the unfinished words were stuck there. Zhu Ge was exquisite, but he didn't know it, as soon as he opened the lid of the pot, the hot air wrapped in a rich fragrance slammed out, and Zhu Ge's face was misty, the milky white soup in the pot was bubbling, and the mutton and radish were stewed all over the pot.

Zhu Ge took out a gray-white ceramic basin from the cupboard, took out the mutton stewed radish, and added a scoop of water to the pot. Gillian went to serve the rice and took the dishes and chopsticks to the dining table, and the two sat opposite each other.

The snack table under the south window is full of sunshine, and the mutton stewed radish in the ceramic basin is steaming hot and fragrant under the light and shadow. Both of them were tired from the day, and they enjoyed dinner in the warm sunshine.

Gillian took the spoon and put a small half bowl of soup first, the umami of mutton and the unique winter fragrance of radish have completely entered the soup, which is hot and a little hot, rolling through the throat and sliding into the stomach to rise up to a hot temperature. The temperature was just right, so Gillian picked up the bowl and took a small sip, but she drank the soup in one gulp without interruption, it was so hot and hot that it warmed the stomach, it was really comfortable and enjoyable.

Gillian was already sweating slightly on the tip of her nose, she put down the soup bowl, and began to eat meat and radishes with corn. Wild goats climb the valley for many years, and their meat is naturally very tender and delicate. Therefore, even if the mutton has been stewed, it is not old, it is still so tender that people want to bite their tongues, and the slight smell of mutton is soaked into the sweetness of the radish, which is called fat and thin, and the meat tastes not greasy at all.

As for the radish, it is even more delicious, and when you bite into it, it overflows with a mouthful of aroma, and it is so tender and delicious that it is almost comparable to tofu.

The two of them had dinner early in the morning, and they didn't have time at the end of the day. The hungry stomach is naturally appetizing when it encounters such a specially prepared delicacy for winter, and occasionally a little exchange is a meaningless compliment to the sweet lamb with turnips.

The small half-pot mutton stewed radish told them to eat cleanly, and there was not even corn left. After eating, the two people cooperated tacitly, after cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, one brushed the pot and the other washed the dishes, and then poured half a pot of water into the pot where the rice was cooked, added a large fire, and waited for a while to wash.

Gillian entered the bedroom and reached out to touch the kang, and it was already slightly hot. She took off her shoes and socks and put on the kang to spread the folded quilt. Zhu Ge brought the cloth and fur he bought at the market today, and the two of them took advantage of the good light in the afternoon to do needlework.

Gillian is not good at cutting clothes, but she can still do it with flying needles. So she concentrated on leaning against the window stitches and delicately tracing the edges, and this kind of assembly line work quickly made her run away.

In the past, when I was in the palace, I had to call four or five embroiderers with the best embroidery skills to make the most ordinary skirt, and spend a month embroidering gorgeous and intricate patterns. Even so, it's the old dress for the next season.

No matter how frugal the Han family is, there is no reason to ask the queen to wear old clothes.

So, there are a lot of clothes that Gillian has even worn once and never seen again.

In terms of brocade clothes and food, I'm afraid it's hard to find a few that can compare with the queen.

But she was still gradually unhappy, and she was bent over day by day by the heavy atmosphere in the palace. But it was still for Liu Che to support him, and the emperor's heart was unfathomable, but at least he gave her the warmest and hottest love in the world.

Only, who would have thought that?

One day she would kill his uncle, and almost kill his mother?

Uncle Jingdi's earnest entrustment before his death was like a sight, and Liu Che's heroic eyebrows and eyes were also shaking in front of her. Gillian finally endured it, perhaps partly because she also thought of many warm old things when she was young, and at that time she called the Queen Mother an aunt. Or maybe it's because she doesn't want Yu'er to see her mother kill her grandmother, even if the grandmother doesn't welcome him.

At this point, even if you are in love at the beginning, you can't go back.

She can't face the Queen Mother, and she can't face Liu Che, so she can only go.

Gillian used to think about why there are so many unspeakable knots in the world? But at this moment, she seemed to understand a little, because whether to say it or not to say it could no longer change the ending.

But in this quiet afternoon, the world was so quiet that she could hear the cold wind blowing through the treetops, but her heart could not settle down. Can't help but wonder if begonias are good? Are snow lions good? Are the people in the Jiaofang Hall good? Is Liu Che good?

The answer is naturally not very good, Jiaofangdian has not cut off the fragrance of medicine since Liu Che announced that Gillian was sick. The smoky snow lion wanted to scold in the stable, but it didn't even bother to move. Xiao Dongzi guards it all day and night, and the snow lion is the most uncomfortable after he is in a dull mood.

Although it is not his horse, and the snow lion is not his favorite favorite, Xiao Dongzi still regards the snow lion as his most important friend.

Yes, friend, he had always believed that the snow lion could understand him.

Xiao Dongzi was now lying on the door and muttering to the snow lion: "Snow lion, living ancestor, you can be happy, and your majesty can be happy when you come to Jiaofang Palace." Otherwise...... "Otherwise, after a long time, what should I do if I really forget their mother."

His Majesty said that the mother was recuperating in the palace, and only the people in the Jiaofang Palace knew it best and felt the most uncomfortable. The mother is gone, is there still a way to survive if you fall off such a high cliff?

But who dares to say? No one dared to say it.

He sighed and wilted with the snow lion.

In the past few years, Xiao Dongzi has been called to draw strips, and he has grown tall and thin. Yang always said that he didn't eat anything to grow meat, just like a skinny dog, and it seemed that the experience of being a dog warden in the past was firmly engraved in his memory.

Thinking of the master, Xiao Dongzi frowned. Because Yang Deyi has always been a bit mysterious these days, Xiao Dongzi has seen the beautiful flower-like young man from the past come to the master a few times, but it seems that every time he is unhappy.

Xiao Dongzi knew that the master didn't like others to ask him about his past, so he just didn't see it even if he saw it.

The autumn sunset is like a light veil in the courtyard at dusk, and Xiao Dongzi saw that the snow lion had no desire to come out for a walk, so he had to add enough water to it.

Haitang was making clothes for the queen in the palace, and when he saw Xiao Dongzi coming in, he hurriedly asked him, "Is Your Majesty coming over today?" ”

Among the queen's maids, only Haitang knew that the queen was not really dead, but to be on the safe side, Gillian did not tell her any details.

It's not that you can't believe in Begonia, but for the safety of Begonia. I don't know, so nothing can be implicated in her. But she was still in a hurry, His Majesty seemed to be sure that Niangniang had escaped from the palace, and asked her several times with both hard and soft questions.

Seeing that Begonia really didn't seem to know anything, he let her go. But Begonia panicked like a fire in her heart, and she didn't know if Niangniang was okay? Your Majesty can't find Niangniang, and I don't know if Niangniang is safe or where she is injured?

She couldn't be still, so she made clothes for her mother. Niangniang has been very fond of what she makes since she was a child, and she likes everything. Yulan and the others also followed her, and since August Niangniang is gone, they have made a season of clothes.

His Majesty will still come to the Jiaofang Hall from time to time, but he always rests in the side hall. Haitang always looks forward to His Majesty's coming, and looks forward to laughing when he comes, which means that the mother is fine. But after a long time, I was afraid that he would come, afraid of seeing His Majesty's energetic but soulless eyes, and afraid that I still didn't find my mother.

Xiao Dongzi shook his head lightly and said, "Probably not coming, I would have already notified me if I was going to come in the future." ”

Begonia didn't speak anymore, only concentrated on the fabric, and the taste was unpredictable.

The hall was quiet again, and the sound of needlework and thread passing through Shu embroidery could be heard.

And when Liu Che saw Zhang Tang in the palace of the Xuan Chamber, his expression was cold, and he couldn't see joy or anger, he seemed to be becoming more like the emperor step by step, more like a lonely emperor.

Zhang Tang knelt down and sat down, his voice was solemn, and he was reporting the latest progress to Liu Che. "Your Majesty, the ministers searched strictly in Handan, Linzi, Tao, Suiyang, Shouchun, Luoyang and other places, paid more attention to the young women entering and leaving the city gates, combed the streets, and checked the new arrivals. In particular, the women who entered the city with the talisman letter, regardless of age, all searched and found nothing. ”

It's been three months, three whole months.

There is no news of Gillian, she is like sinking into the sea, disappearing without a trace. Even Guan Tao had already accepted the facts, and entered the palace to persuade Liu Che. But Liu Che still didn't believe it, after experiencing the initial boundless sorrow, he finally found a ray of light in this darkness, and he couldn't give up.

The young emperor listened quietly to Zhang Tang's reply, his face still did not move, only his eyes almost jumped out to ignite the flame of the Xuan Room, which showed that he was very unhappy.

Wei Qihou Dou Ying, as a minister and a relative of the queen, should succeed as prime minister after the death of Marquis Wu'an, but he was not arrogant at all and was humble and polite in front of the Son of Heaven. He is still like this, who can be harder than Wei Qihou in the Manchu Dynasty?

The Hou people of Wu'an were defeated, and the waves of people who were promoted called Fenglang did not know where they were involved. Among them, it is not without those who can bring the Wu'anhou faction together, such as Han Anguo, the imperial historian who is worthy of the talent of the prime minister. The Son of Heaven originally intended to promote him to the rank of lieutenant, but he fell and suffered a serious injury to his leg, and he is still lying on the bed.

How many people sighed for Han Anguo, only Han Anguo, who was lying on the couch, was faintly glad that he had picked up a life. He didn't know the grievances between the queen and Wu'anhou, but he died of a violent illness from his uncle, and the Son of Heaven didn't have the heart to investigate, and he was only indifferent to Wu'anhou's family. (To be continued.) )