The first snow came one night in the moon, quietly, and no one told it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn the cold wind, crystal clear six-petal snowflakes fell one after another. In the early hours of the morning, the majestic and solemn Han Palace was covered, covering all the red, red, green and green, leaving only a piece of pure white.

Is this like a spring breeze coming overnight, and thousands of trees and pear blossoms blooming?

Gillian stood barefoot in front of the window wearing a brocade coat, and the cold wind blowing into the palace that burned the floor heating day and night, which made people feel refreshed. It's too warm in the Jiaofang Palace, and people can't lift their spirits.

A hand wrapped around her from behind and sighed over her head. "Why can't you sleep? Don't blow the cold wind here. Liu Che said, he reached out to touch it between sleeping and waking up, but the side of his body turned out to be empty.

Gillian obediently closed the window, turned around and wrapped her hands around his neck. Liu Che smiled knowingly, and carried her back to the bed with a slight force.

He untied her brocade fur, wrapped her in a quilt, and asked her, "Are you thirsty?" ”

Gillian sat cross-legged on the couch, her hair was slightly messy, her eyes were smart, and her head was slightly bowed.

Liu Che naturally handed her a cup of hot drink, and said with concern: "Hot, drink slowly, don't worry." ”

Gillian took a small sip, and when she didn't drink it, Liu Che naturally took the cup in her hand and put it down. All these actions are like flowing water, and it is obviously not the first time to serve Gillian like this.

He was influenced by Gillian, and for a few years, he didn't feel that the husband and wife would lose their identity when they served tea and water to each other. On the contrary, I feel more intimate, and there is a kind of warmth of ordinary couples raising their eyebrows.

He went to the couch, and Gillian quickly found a comfortable place in his arms like a cat. He put his arms around her contentedly and kissed her on the forehead.

It's a little wet, like being licked by a puppy.

Gillian moved into his arms again with sweetness, and dried it perfectly.

"Still sleeping?" Liu Che leaned sideways and asked her.

"I can't sleep now."

"What's that?"

Gillian thought about it, although she got up early in the morning, it seemed that the day could get a lot longer. But the winter is long, and there is nothing to do except embroider, play, play, write, and paint. It's better to lie in the quilt warmly like now, and listen carefully to the sound of snowflakes falling in a chic manner.

It was so beautiful that she said firmly, "No." Liu Che was just about to laugh and say yes, but she seemed to remember something and asked him, "Do you have anything to do today?" ”

Is there something wrong? Since she asked, then probably not. He shook his head, and Gillian breathed a sigh of relief and lay quietly on his chest.

The hall was quiet again, and the begonias outside the hall compared their mouths, and lay down with the wooden pen and clothes.

Gillian woke up again It was already three poles in the morning, and it took her a while to see the leak of the pot in the hall, and it was almost half past nine. She was shocked, she hadn't gotten up so late for many years. However, the thought of not having to go to the two palaces to say hello today relaxed again.

She glanced at Liu Che, who was still asleep, and lay back in his arms. He hugged her tighter in a daze, and after another moment, he touched her over and over again like a cat and called her up.

She yawned and opened her eyes, and Liu Che called someone. When Liu Che was already dressed and went to wash, Gillian was still sitting on the couch and wearing socks, and her clothes were all hot, so she didn't want to move when the heat hit her.

Haitang pushed her straight with a smile, and when Gillian came out after washing up, Liu Che had already sat at the table and waited for a while.

It's not early, it's not late, it's a bit like the breakfast and lunch that prevailed in later generations.

She used a bowl of fragrant rice with fried stuffed tofu and mushroom stewed snake soup, took a bowl and put in green onions, ginger and garlic, and a spoonful of dried dried shrimp, and then a spoonful of hot beige bone broth that had been boiled all night. She picked up the spoon and took a sip, and the fresh flavor conquered her.

I can't help but sigh in my heart Chinese the subtlety of the words, just like the Chinese talk on the tip of the tongue that was popular in the Chinese circle in later generations jumped out of the five flavors, but included the five flavors.

Fresh and delicious.

This is something that no other language in the world can describe in a simple word, and Gillian is intoxicated as she drinks.

Liu Che saw her drinking soup like this again, and he looked happy. While picking up vegetables and corn porridge, he asked her, "Is it delicious?" "I don't know where she got the inspiration, but lately I've been able to drink two bowls of this soup in a single meal.

This is still the uncle Gillian learned when she ate hot pot in her previous life, and he poured hot pot soup. She was also disgusted like Liu Che at first, but as soon as she tried it, she immediately fell drunk with this natural umami.

As for whether the original inventor is an uncle, this is unknown.

She nodded straight and desperately recommended Liu Che again. "I'll bring you a bowl, it's so fresh."

Jiaojiao is still like this, His Majesty will be you, and he will be the only one who can call him so messy. Virgo's Liu Che endured and tried to correct her discomfort, and persuaded herself in her heart that she loved to call her.

Waiting for Gillian to enthusiastically serve a bowl of steaming soup, with dried shrimp and green onions, white garlic and ginger floating on it. He frowned imperceptibly, the Son of Heaven of the Han family has always been simple, but it is only relatively speaking, for meals, the Han Dynasty ritual system of the Son of Heaven "The food of the diet must have the taste of eight treasures", "sweet and fat, drink beautifully, and taste the world".

The state treasury spent 20,000 yuan a year on food expenses for the Han Palace, which was not equivalent to the total property of 20,000 middle-class families in the Han Dynasty at that time. When it came to him, although the meals were mostly according to Gillian's preferences, there was no rule. But even if she was accustomed to the eating habits of the commoners who didn't know where Gillian came from, the Queen Mother even laughed and said that she seemed to have grown up in the folk like her, and then boasted to the left and right that this was a next-generation parent. Not to mention this, Virgo's instinct also makes him awkward to drink the soup with a bunch of other ingredients on it.

Soup is soup, boiled is soup, and he never uses the dishes in the soup.

From childhood to adulthood, the soup on the Shaofu and the serving eunuchs was clear and bright, making people feel comfortable at first glance.

But in the sunshine that Gillian was looking forward to, he still picked up the spoon and gently skimmed the floating ingredients and drank a spoonful of soup.

The umami swirls on the tip of the tongue, like freshly cooked soup.

He ran out of spoonful after spoonful, and Chun Tuo knew his habits better than anyone else, and now he could only smash his mouth in amazement.

Gillian really didn't know about his problem, and when she saw him finish drinking, she happily gave him a bowl. Two people, you have a bowl and I have a bowl, and in the end, I don't know if I drank a full water.

Since you decided not to go anywhere, you won't do anything. After breakfast, Liu Che began to teach Gillian calligraphy Danqing again. After the last time Gillian was coquettish, he was already very good at coaxing her. Encourage education and reward education in parallel, from time to time to praise a good sentence, and if the writing is good, stop and take a break to see the snow scene in the courtyard.

Gillian is almost confused, not to mention the famous Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and he is always a little cold and arrogant in front of others, such a sweet and greasy Liu Che always has a feeling of a great change in history.

Your Majesty, why do you feel like a faint king?