The golden house, like this jade pendant, is their witness!

He clenched the jade pendant and propped it up. After www.biquge.info sweating all over his body, the whole person was very tired. But his silent heart stirred again, he didn't even care about the palace lamp, and staggered all the way to longing.

Out of the Yilan Palace, waiting for the spring tuo at the door to greet him. He didn't look at him, but ran down the steps with a few arrows and ran out of the temple.

Chuntuo was a little confused, so he had to trot to keep up. When he left the hall, Liu Che had already gone up and ordered: "Jiaofang Palace!" ”

Although it is the end of the first month, it is still cold and windy. Even if there are palace people sweeping snow on the road every day, the snow under the roots of the corner city must be at least more than two feet thick, shining in the sun.

The palace is heavy, and the snow is connected one after another, and it is white.

The Daming Palace is four times the size of the Forbidden City, and the Weiyang Palace is larger than the Daming Palace. You can imagine how shocking it would be to look at such a continuous majesty in the winter.

But Liu Che didn't have the heart to look at it, he just kept urging it to hurry, no matter how fast!

When he finally arrived at the Jiaofang Palace, he jumped down without waiting for the imperial chariot to stop, no one looked at anyone and ignored him, and ran towards the red gold hut with a bang.

The last time my heart was about to jump out of this run, when I knew that Gillian was pregnant, he felt that his heart had jumped to his throat. Finally, the hut with its glittering golden eaves came into view.

Liu Che stopped and walked slowly towards it. When I got to the door, I even stopped to tidy up my appearance.

The red gold hut is made of pure gold bricks and tiles, and the beauty in the snow light makes people's hearts tremble. He stretched out his sweaty hand from his robe, and pushed open the golden door with all his might.

It's not that he hasn't been here before, and he will come here to look for Gillian occasionally when he can't find Gillian after he comes back from the Xuanshu Palace.

When she looked back, her eyes were shining, and when he asked her, she said that it was called this golden light.

He believed, and was in the midst of it. If there is a little sunlight, it will sting people's eyes and not be able to open them.

He's so stupid, she believes everything.

Was she sad at that time? Wasn't it funny at that time for this oath of gold?

He went in and searched the temple.

Half an hour...... An Hour...... Two Hours......

He turned the small golden house upside down, and found nothing.

He didn't believe it, he didn't believe it.

Gillian would leave so ruthlessly that she didn't even leave him a word.

It doesn't matter if he can't find it, there are people who can help him find it.

Even if this golden house is demolished, it will have to be found.

"Chuntuo! Chuntuo !! ”

Chuntuo hurriedly came in from outside the hall and bowed slightly.

"Call someone, look for it here! Look for! ”

Chun Tuo asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, what are you looking for?" ”

"Cloth! Bamboo slips! Find what's what's what's what! As long as it's with words! He was a little flustered, and his tone was very impatient.

Chun Tuo Dao Nuo withdrew, and Liu Che walked out to the side hall to wait for news.

Wait until the shadow of the sun is slanting to the west, and wait until the whole body is stiff. But he still refuses to admit defeat, and he wants to see a result.

Chuntuo complained bitterly, the place is so big. He personally put it aside and looked at it, and it was true that he couldn't find anything except a single tool.

There are words with words, but they are bamboo slips. Does he dare to send this to His Majesty? Your Majesty is obviously looking for a letter left by the Empress.

Chuntuo was anxious and didn't know what to do, and he didn't stop yet. A small yellow door poked its head out sneakily at the door, wanting to say something, but he didn't dare to enter the hall because of the situation.

It's been five or six times in such an hour, and Chuntuo didn't see it, but he didn't bother to pay attention to him. No matter how big things are now, you have to hold him up.

The little yellow door retracted his head again, and accidentally touched something and crackled. Chuntuo finally couldn't help it, and turned his head to look at him: "What are you doing!" What are you doing! It's going to be like this for a while! ”

Xiao Huangmen didn't care about picking up things, so he hurriedly bowed and replied: "Zhongchang waiter, it is the eighth prince and the second prince who ask to see Your Majesty." ”

The eighth son of the king? What is she doing here? Still with the second prince?

Chun Tuo sighed, thinking that he was afraid that he was afraid that he was thinking of using the child to invite pets. Even if it goes to heaven, he is willing to give the only prince in the palace a little convenience.

It's just that, come now, isn't this looking for Your Majesty's anger?

He waved his hand at the little yellow door, "Go, tell her that Your Majesty has no time!" ”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and stared at the people in the room rummaging through things, and bamboo slips were piled up all over the ground. Chuntuo sighed, and sat down on the floor to read it one by one.

Outside the Jiaofang Palace, Wang Xiyu was holding the strict Liu Ping, who was more than a year old, and was holding the summons of the Son of Heaven.

The royal driver actually came to the Jiaofang Palace, is this the queen back?

Why did she want to come back? Can Your Majesty really not feel guilty?

Since she left the palace, there must be a reason. Isn't it important that the reason why she left the palace is big enough to leave the palace now?

Go clean, don't look back, don't crush them so that you can't see them at all.

Yes, she used to want to live by the queen. This is the longest-term and most stable life, but the queen is arrogant, that is, she can occasionally see her a few times after having Ping'er.

She also thought that this life would pass like this, and in the future, she would ask Ping'er to be the queen's son as an arm, and it would also be a peaceful life.

Only, who would have thought that there would be such a shocking change?

It's like when she first entered the palace, she thought she could be equal to the queen and become the next queen mother. It's easy to press this thought, and God has mercy on her and gives her peace.

But his own father didn't care about him, which was tantamount to pouring a scoop of ice water on her heart that was about to burn.

When she thought about growing up like this, even if she was the king of Changsha, it would be better than the common people.

Heaven has shown a little more light......

Again and again this day, she teased her like a cat teasing a mouse, but she still had to give it a try.

The little yellow door hurried towards her, and she lifted her spirits. gently woke him up in Liu Ping's ear, and reminded him what to say when he met his father.

Xiao Huangmen came to the front and saluted, while holding a piece of gold in his sleeve and said embarrassedly: "Please go back, Your Majesty will not be empty today." ”

Not empty? What does it mean to be empty?

Wang Xiyu smiled and said gently: "Then since Your Majesty is not free, then let the concubine meet the queen." ”

Empress? Where is there a queen in the palace?

Xiao Huangmen immediately shook his head and said, "Bazi, please go back, the queen is sick and can't see anyone." ”

Wang Xiyu looked at Xiao Huangmen inquiringly for a while, she looked at the look on his face seriously, and carefully guessed whether the queen was back or sick.

Finally, she laughed briskly. "Then the concubine will come back another day."

Xiao Huangmen breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that she wouldn't leave, so he had to see her.

*****

Mt. Songshi Zhai.

The clouds and mist on the mountains are in full bloom at dusk, and the snow is all over the mountains. Only black and white, the simplest and most primitive two colors, are left in the colorful world, and an ink painting full of intention is everywhere in the mountains.

The air was as clear as a summer spring, and the pine branches were covered with thick snow like a quilt, and the branches and leaves were heavy and drooping, as if they were overwhelmed. As soon as the wind blew, it dropped a few palm-sized snowflakes from time to time with the force of the wind, and dropped one or two palm-sized snowflakes from time to time, and simply fell to the ground.

The cold wind swirled from the mountains, but it was very warm in the pine stone house. Even, Songshi Zhai, which has always been quiet, is still a little lively, and the sound of laughter spreads far and wide.

They are eating tofu hot pot.

Tofu is made after a busy day's work, take two catties of soybeans soaked in water to swell, and grind with a stone mill. Strain out the bean dregs, boil the soy milk, and put it in a pot with salt marinade or mountain leaves, or sour pulp, and vinegar lake.

Gillian found a large case to splash ink, and it was easy to turn out a small copper stove that was low and round, put it on the charcoal fire, and put the amphorae pottery pot on it.

The five of them gathered around the table and ate hot tofu, and Gillian thought that the old lady's guild would reject such a sitting and eating together. Unexpectedly, the old man walked out of the study, and when he saw that he was not willing to do so, he sat down with a smile, and said that he had not eaten like this for many years.

The beef bone broth was boiling hot, like a hot spring bubbling. White tofu, shiitake mushrooms and beef are rolled in the middle of it, and the aroma is enticing.

Several people had to face the white air, look up at their eyes, and reach into their chopsticks from the hot air. Picking up a chopstick is what it is, the old lady loves to eat tofu, and always squints her eyes in the fog before putting down the chopsticks.

For Gillian, the tofu is smooth and tender, the mushrooms are delicious, and the beef is even more delicious. Therefore, she doesn't need to be entangled with chopsticks, and she eats happily with everything.

Confucianism says that food is not spoken, and the old lady has never loved to talk when eating.

But this time, he was a little unpleasant. "Zhonggong, you say this is called tofu? Was it invented by the royal vassal king? ”

"Well, how are you eating?" Gillian said.

"It's good, it's tender and delicious." The old lady picked up a piece of white jade-like tofu and tasted it in her mouth, which melted in her mouth and was full of flavor. Slowly slides into the throat, and the taste is not lost to meat.

"If you like it, tofu can also be fried, fried, mixed, steamed, and boiled." Gillian said while eating.

Hey?

As soon as she said this, several people raised their heads and looked at her with shining eyes. The old lady asked with interest, "Oh? How? ”

When Gillian saw the question, she said with a smile: "Tofu, it's still hot when it's just made." Pour hot oil over the oil and mix with chopped green onions and salt. ”

She thought about it for a while, and then said, "Shallots mixed with tofu, fragrant." But it is also delicious to mix with mustard greens, and as for frying, slowly fry the tofu on both sides over low heat until golden brown, and then sprinkle with chopped green onions. As soon as I bite it, the soup of fragrant and tofu flows out, and it is very fragrant. ”

Xue Wu swallowed her saliva unconsciously, and stretched out her chopsticks to the pot.

Gillian hasn't finished speaking: "First boil the tender tofu to remove the bean gas, then add the chicken broth, roll with the fish fillets for a few moments, add the oil, mushroom crumbs, pine nut crumbs, chicken crumbs, and mushrooms to the pot, and then get out of the pot after boiling." The chicken juice should be thick and the fish fillet should be thin so that it can taste good enough.

The few people she said were sticking their chopsticks into the pot more often, boiling hot soup, and sweating on their heads.

Zhang Boda ate straight to the mouth, and he didn't forget to plan for tomorrow. "I'm going to hunt chickens tomorrow, and there are pheasants on this mountain."

Gillian smiled slightly, just about to speak. The old lady cleared her throat and looked at Zhang Boda warningly.

Zhang Boda immediately wilted, he knew that he still had to sprinkle and sweep the pine stone, and the old lady would not give him a mountain to go up.

Seeing this, Zhu Ge took over: "I'll go." Then he asked Zhang Boda: "Where can I only go in the mountains and forests around here?" ”

Zhang Boda jumped up and was about to speak.

"Within three miles." The old lady said, thought about it and added: "It's better for the old man to go with you, you can't come back if you go another way." ”

Zhang Boda deflated his mouth, and said in his heart that this is not because you are afraid of going wrong, but you yourself are also said to be greedy by the Middle Palace.

The old man, he laughed in his heart.

After dinner, it was easy to take a break in ten days. Although I don't have to write articles at night, it is also precious to Zhang Boda. After he got hot water and washed up, he went to pour the water under the porch, and when he was bumping into the three Gillian masters and servants who were going back to the Red Mansion.

He stepped forward and saluted, and stood still to talk to Gillian.

"The day after tomorrow, it's the day of the battle."

Gillian was a little stunned, and she didn't know how he talked about this again. The old lady gave her the map and said it, and repeatedly confirmed that it was just a picture and there was not much text on it, and she was not reconciled, and she went to see the map in person before believing it.

"Zhonggong has to look at the picture carefully." He stood under the porch, and snow flew behind him. The snow in the mountains is already hard to melt. However, there are still 20 days of snow in January, and the snow is already piling up.

On the lake in the middle of the court, the ice was frozen like a lens, and a few birds flew back to their nests. Under the eaves is a row of ice cubes, of varying lengths, shining brightly.

"It's nature." Gillian said, but she still wondered why she had to tell her again. Just follow the map, how can you be careful?

Could it be that you can still enter the formation and disappear? No matter how magical Qimen Dunjia is, it won't be able to change all the pen and ink, right?

She was about to ask, but Zhang Boda bowed and retreated.

Xue Wu frowned and said strangely: "This Zhang Langjun, why does he always want to speak and stop?" ”

Indeed, he has been like this several times lately. When it comes to the old lady and the little sister, I want to stop talking, and when I talk about the map, I want to stop talking.

Although he hasn't known each other for a long time, he is not the kind of person who deliberately hangs people. I used to know everything and say everything, but what can't I say about this lately?

Gillian thought about it, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. After going back to the bath, I tossed and turned on the couch and thought about it.

The wind whistled outside the window, like a baby crying. The night is as thick as ink, and the overlapping gold and silver silk emerald leno bed tent is warm and fragrant.

"Tick Tick ......"

Jasmine Yukou walked tirelessly, and Gillian could always sleep quickly with such the sound of running water.

Tonight, she asked Zhang Boda to say that she was a little uneasy, and the formation was the life-saving place of Songshi Zhai. Even if she is the current queen, according to the old lady's natural regard for her as a junior, he should know that she, the queen, is nothing to him.

Isn't the old lady afraid that she will go down the mountain in the future and call someone to break the formation?

Or is there something to fear?

Why did Zhang Boda repeatedly tell her to look at the map carefully?

Why?

Outside the building, there is a cypress tree, standing still in the night wind. But the branches and leaves are

The silhouette was cast on the ground.

Gillian finally lifted the heavy curtains, reflected a small lamp on, and went to the bookcase to unfold the silk books that she had read countless times.

It's still like that, it's still the same picture, it's not the same at all.

She was dressed in light yellow silk and stood in a half-light and half-dark room.

Finally, I didn't see anything wrong, so I rolled it up and put it back again. took off her silk shoes and went to the bed, and she buried herself in the brocade quilt.

There was a loud whistling sound outside the window, and the chill was pressing. This room is so warm, the fragrance is floating, and the artistic conception is not much different from the previous in the Jiaofang Palace.

It's just that at that time, it was Liu Che who hugged her.

Even if his hand made her pillow numb, he had to hold her. also complained to her the next day, saying that she kicked the quilt at night and went to cover him and kick him.

said that she had to roll up her sleeves to see the injury, Gillian had to coax him first whether she believed it or not.

As for how to coax, it is naturally a sweet kiss.

I don't know if he's okay now, has he forgotten her a little?

She turned sideways and wrapped herself tightly.

Yes, he will forget.

There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and she is just one of them. No matter how special it is, it will be diluted if it makes him unforgettable.

What's more, his world can't and can't be just a corner of this harem.

He has greater responsibilities and greater ambitions, and what he has to take on is this world! (To be continued.) )