"Oh, it's almost there." Guanyin Nu hurriedly put one hand on the basket and tried to cover it, but finding that it was useless, she turned around and blocked the basket with her body.

"I'll just go and boil the medicine myself, you can go for something else."

"Yes, County Lord."

Guanyin Nu left the back garden and came to the small kitchen that was rarely used.

She poured out the herbs in the basket, washed them and put them in the medicine jar, filled the medicine jar with water, closed the lid, lit a fire, and sat down in front of the medicine jar.

Her eyes moved back and forth between the flames and the pot, and she had to make sure the fire didn't spill out of the potions.

Gradually, the rising water vapor became her past, farther and farther away from her, breaking through the roof, and finally disappearing without a trace.

There was only a bright and jumping flame in front of her eyes, it was her present, so real, so vivid, taking her out of the darkness and illuminating every corner of her heart.

An hour later, the medicine had been boiled three times in a row, and Guanyinnu carefully mixed the three times of the medicinal soup together and put it in a bowl.

"County lord, the medicine is boiled, and the slave and maid will take it to the prince." Lotus incense appeared behind Guanyin Nu again at some point.

"Well, there you go." Guanyin didn't lift his head, but was busy cleaning up the remnants of the herbs, pouring them into the wooden barrel, and cleaning the medicine jar.

After doing all this, Guanyin Nu thumped her slightly sore waist, and her afterglow glanced at half a basket of Cang'erzi, and a pleased smile appeared on her face.

Half a year has passed, and the Jin Palace's mansion seems to have returned to calm.

Zhu Yuanzhang did not give any frightening decree to the Jin Wangfu or the Jin King; King Yan was busy with the expedition and did not see the wind and grass; Zhu Shanglie did not write again urging Guanyin to kill Zhu; Even Zhu's body is getting better day after day under the conditioning of Guanyinnu.

Guanyin Nu became more and more familiar with the Jin Palace, and became more and more familiar with Taiyuan.

She often walks the streets and alleys accompanied by Hexiang, selects gifts for King Jin in a dazzling array of goods, and dances in the uninhabited alleys.

It's not a prairie, but she feels the life she longs for.

She no longer looks back at the past, but strides towards happiness.

"Wow, did you embroider this?" At the bazaar, Guanyin Nu held a silk handkerchief, and a delicate peony bloomed in her hand.

"Yes, ma'am." A plainly dressed peasant woman with a delicate face replied with a smile.

"This peony...... It's more real than a real peony! "Guanyinnu's Chinese language skills are very limited, and I don't know how to express my amazement.

The peasant woman raised her eyebrows, picked up another piece of silk handkerchief, and said, "Madame, look at this carp, many people like it." ”

Guanyinnu's eyes straightened, and she took the silk handkerchief handed to her by the peasant woman.

She was like a hungry cat, eager to swallow the lifelike, vivid carp.

"This ...... How did you embroider it? Guanyin Nu looked at the carp in his hand, then at the peasant woman, and then at the peasant woman's hand.

What kind of hands can embroider such a heavenly work?

Mongolian women rarely embroidered, and Guanyinnu stayed in the Central Plains for a long time and learned to embroider some simple items.

It's not that she hasn't seen the best embroidery, the embroidery from the palace is all fine, and the reward she received from the emperor is even more exquisite.

However, compared to the embroidery of the peasant woman in front of them, they lack the most important thing - the vivid vitality that makes people feel excited.

"Hehe," the peasant girl had never seen such a straightforward compliment, and laughed honestly and embarrassedly, "My mother taught me, and she embroiders better than me." ”

"Your mother? Is there anything she embroidered here? ”

Guanyin Nu couldn't imagine any better embroidery than these, and she couldn't wait to see it.

"She's gone." The peasant girl still had a trace of sadness in her smiling eyes.

"Ah, what a pity! But your embroidery is already the best embroidery in my opinion, I have never seen anything so beautiful! ”

Guanyin continued to comfort the peasant woman with praise, but she didn't know what to say.

"Thank you, ma'am, you've won the prize."

"I want all these silk handkerchiefs and sachets," Guanyin Nu gasped, as if he was going to do a big thing, "You help me wrap it!" ”

"Everything, ma'am?" The peasant woman confirmed to Guanyin that she was also curious about the guest in front of her.

"All of them, all of them!"

Guanyin Nu nodded desperately, her eyes moving back and forth between the embroideries, thinking that after taking them home, she would embroider them in the same way, maybe she could embroider these elves too.

The peasant woman neatly wrapped the things that Guanyin Nu wanted, handed them to Guanyinnu, and said with a smile: "Madam, what else do you want, you can tell me, I can embroider it for you." ”

"Okay." Guanyin Nu took the big burden and held it in his arms with satisfaction, imagining Zhu Yi's dumbfounded expression when he saw himself embroidering such a masterpiece.

After Guanyin left, the peasant woman immediately closed the stall and returned home.

She is not an embroiderer, nor does she sell embroidery for a living.

Her encounter with Guanyin Nu was not a chance encounter, she had been waiting for her here for a long time, and finally waited until today.

Her name is Wang Jin, formerly known as Qin'er, and she used to be a maid in the Jin Palace.

Her lover, Tusheng, used to be a cook in the Jin Palace.

A few years ago, when Zhu Di and Zhu Di were competing in the Northern Expedition, the native was born with Zhu Di on the Northern Expedition and cooked for the army.

Zhu was in a desperate situation in the snowy desert and vented his anger on Tusheng.

After a whipping for no reason, Tusheng was dying, and Qin'er was heartbroken.

When Zhu Yuanzhang learned about it, he reprimanded and warned Zhu Yi: "If you want to live, you must not punish the cook." ”

Immediately, the native was dismissed.

Qin'er left the Jin Palace, and the two planned to go to a foreign land to start a new life.

Heaven did not fulfill people's wishes, and the native was infected because of the scars of the whipping, and the high fever did not go away, and he died a few days later.

Qin'er was grief-stricken, and after burying the native birth, she entered a large family as a servant.

Life is boring, but stable, Qin'er has never had other thoughts, for a woman who has lived at the bottom of society since she was a child, living is a gift from God, until she meets a strange man who comes to the door.

Wang Jin pulled the two dilapidated and old wooden doors, and before inserting the latches, she felt uneasy, so she pulled the doors open again and poked her head out and looked around.

Outside the house is so quiet that you can hear the sound of pins falling on the ground, and it's a deep, secluded alley where even a gecko or a wild cat doesn't bother to visit.

Wang Jin bolted the door, turned and walked quickly into the house.

"Touched her, touched her!" She didn't have time to let go of her baggage, and almost shouted excitedly.

"Well, I told you not to worry, you will always meet when you should meet."

A tall, thin, gorgeously dressed man stepped forward to greet her.