Yuan Lingjun was lying on a few places, her head buried deep in her thick hair, her sleeping face facing the bright window, quiet and peaceful.

On the side, the conversation between the Emperor Taishang and Qu Yi continued. Maosheng added tea for them.

“…… I have arranged a qiē, after you arrive in Lin'an, you can go to the Gongsun family to discuss tricky things, Zhuang Yi is too old to speak, in the royal family to say a few words or no one dares to object, the other is Princess Cao, she is now knighted King Pei, after the court will be congratulated and the horse Huiyan will leave Beijing to become a vassal, she is afraid of things, but she knows how to repay the favor, Mingyu has been kind to her, and she will repay the spring. ”

Yuan Lingjun woke up and glanced blankly around the room.

Father, they seem to have talked about the four sisters being crowned King Pei. Peiguo is close to the northwest, adjacent to Longxi, rich in resources, but the climate and environment are not very good, there are more ethnic minorities in the northwest, the people of Peiguo often endure at any time will swarm south to plunder the family assets of Bulu, how to calm the people's anger still needs a long time.

She stared blankly at the thin, transparent curtain, and her cheeks were stunned. The guards walked by sharply, leaving silhouettes on the windows.

"Mingyu." Emperor Taishang said, "Go to the court threshold to take a look, the county government's wood flowers are blooming at the right time." Maosheng! ”

"Yes." Yuan Lingjun rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up to leave.

"Come on, Shaojun." Shigeru grabbed her arm.

The county government is full of cinnamon and mulberry trees, and the clouds can cover the sun and the moon. The two walked back and forth to the atrium.

Yuan Lingjun strode down the stone steps, the beads under his feet crushed the colorful falling Ying on the bluestone slab, looked back at the closed door, and continued to walk forward. The monarch asked her to remember everything he said, but at this time he broke away from her.

"Maosheng, is Yan Jieyu born?"

Mao Sheng followed behind without leaving each step, listening to her question, hesitating for a moment. "Born on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Shaojun ......" Maosheng's voice trembled, and he didn't know how to continue his next words.

"Born boy or girl? Who looks like a little more? Yuan Lingjun asked again.

"It's a little prince."

"Isn't that very good, Yan Jieyu gave birth to the only male heir of the Jin Kingdom, and she is a great hero. Did the monarch give his brother a name? "If only she had a brother who protects her in everything, and of course, a brother is not bad. Yuan Lingjun looked around, feeling novel.

Shigeru was silent, and she turned into a secluded path lined with wild shrubs and autumn flowers.

"Hey, what are you doing up there? Digging a bird's nest is it? Come down, it's too dangerous! Yuan Lingjun opened his eyes and looked up at the several people hanging on a laurel tree, among which there was a girl whose feet were empty, but fortunately she grabbed the trunk with agility.

When the girls who were picking the flowers saw the living people, they hurriedly stopped and climbed down the tree under the curious and inquiring eyes of the other party.

In the grass under the trees is a basket made of reeds in the shape of a barrel. Yuan Lingjun stepped forward, and the basket was filled with wooden flowers.

The girls lined up neatly, bowing their heads, and looking at Yuan Lingjun timidly.

At last came a little girl of seven or eight years old, with a pair of buns on her head, a beautiful goose face, round eyes, a wide silk dress, and a neckline with orange and full branches of flowers.

She bent her head to look at Yuan Lingjun for a while, and stood in front of Yuan Lingjun without fear: "The wood flowers at this time are ripe, we have to quickly pick the fresh ones and give them to the people." ”

It's about eating. Yuan Lingjun pricked up his ears and listened to her carefully.

"My family can make osmanthus cakes, osmanthus cakes, osmanthus nectar, osmanthus porridge, chrysanthemum tea, osmanthus sugar lotus, osmanthus duck, osmanthus sour plum soup...... No one in my family would do it. Ah, this should be done in the kitchen, do you want to try it? The girl counted with her fingers.

"Where's the cook?" Yuan Lingjun wiped the wet stains from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes exuded a strange brilliance.

Depending on the situation, Shaojun's gluttony is about to be committed. Shigeru shook his head.

"I know." The little girl jumped up happily, stared at her sparkling eyes, and pulled Yuan Lingjun's sleeve: "Follow me, I'll take you to the kitchen." ”

"Lady." A row of girls called out in unison.

The little girl made an exaggerated grimace on the side of her face, and both Yuan Ling disappeared at the end of the Katsura Grove.

At dusk, the hearty laughter of the two girls came from time to time in the county government's cook's dining room. Behind the dining table near the window, one large and one small sat side by side, burying their heads in hard food.

"It's delicious."

"Well, it's really fragrant, can I take some with me, to my father...... And the husband tastes it. ”

"There's a lot more, you can take it." The little girl's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her smile was very festive.

"Thank you."

The little girl pushed the white pastry made of osmanthus in front of Yuan Lingjun, and did not forget to stuff a piece into her mouth, then opened the food box and took out the lattice layer by layer: "Osmanthus glutinous rice cake, osmanthus cake, osmanthus wolfberry honey ......"

"There is no osmanthus black plum soup, you wait here, I will let the cooks make it."

The little girl remembered that she was missing, and ran out of the dining room with a "puff", and after a while, she came in with a large clay pot.

Have you come to God to send me evil? Yuan Lingjun shouted excitedly in his heart: Come on, please hold me to death.

Yuan Lingjun really stood down. Kunjiao rubbed her belly to relieve her discomfort: "The lord has to pay attention, what if he really breaks his belly?" Do you want to sew it on. ”

"You're here to scare people again, so far, I've seen people who are strutted to death, and their bellies are not broken at all." On the couch, Yuan Lingjun stretched his limbs weakly, lying on his back lazily, letting Kunjiao toss and turn over and over.

The eyes opened a slit, and Kun's delicate figure dangled. At this time, she was like a turtle that had turned over its shell, which just gave Kunjiao a chance to round and flatten.

I'm so tired that I want to sleep again. Yuan Lingjun smashed his lips, reminisced about the residual taste of the osmanthus cake, yawned several times in succession, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

Kunjiao put down her bedclothes and pulled the futon over it. Outside the window, the sound of military guards patrolling by.

The sky was completely dark, and the guards changed their posts again, the wooden trees that covered the eaves swayed in the wind, and the osmanthus flowers flew down with the autumn rain on the cold black helmets and iron armor of the guards.

Qu Yi came out of the Taishang Emperor's house, and Tianbao tied a cloak to him.

"The little lady of the county government lured the lord to eat too many osmanthus cakes, and her stomach was swollen and uncomfortable, and now she has fallen asleep."

Drink the dew of magnolia in the morning, and fall in the autumn chrysanthemum at night. She is in the name of Qu Zi, will it be too much to learn Qu Zi's food and silver behavior? "Check it out." Qu Yi shook his head with a smile and put on his cloak.

A row of lanterns hung under the eaves, swaying lightly in the air, the dim candlelight illuminated the blank expressions of the attendants, the autumn wind stirred their robes, and one of them sat on the lowest level of the stone steps with his back to the door, his right hand on his sword, his left hand on his lap, his eyes slightly closed.

People who sleep in this position must have a sensitive sense of hearing and quick reactions that others can't match.

"Who's there?" Qu Yi asked.

One of the attendants replied, "It's Fan Langjun, he's on duty at night." ”

"Okay, you stand down." The guards stepped back.

Qu Yi stood under the corridor, stunned by Fan Xin's back, and after looking at it for a long time, he probably found the answer. Fan Xin will not be the majority of the Fan family, and can sacrifice for the so-called family glory and become the sacrifice of the Fan family.

At Tianbao's urging, Qu Yi's eyes left Fan Xin, walked into the open dormitory, and lowered his voice and instructed Tianbao: "Fan Xin is obedient, and his temperament is completely different from that of a martial artist, not by nature. Let Fu Piao go to find out Fan Xin's origin and life experience. ”

After Tianbao withdrew with the door, he hurried to Fu Piao's residence.