Songling: "...... Wait, that's not what I meant......" But who listens.

Seeing off the last wave of guests who came to deliver the meal, a large area has been placed in the dining hall, which is more sumptuous than the state banquet.

"Great Master, this ......" Song Ling gave Yue Qinghuan a look at the pocket of money she had collected.

"Take it, and put it on the account of the Skyscraper's charity according to its name."

Yue Qinghuan was busy making tea, "It's considered merit." ”

"Yes."

Song Ling said, looking down at the early moon night with chopsticks.

Chu Yuewan also saw her and laughed: "Song Ling, you also come to sit down and have a taste~" Song Ling politely declined: "Her Royal Highness the Princess, please have dinner with the great master, there is still affairs to deal with, and I will not accompany you." ”

Chu Yuewan watched her leave suspiciously.

"Master, eat."

In the evening of the first moon, Yue Qinghuan was warmly invited.

"If you don't like meat for the teacher, Her Royal Highness the princess can enjoy it herself."

Yue Qinghuan said and drank tea.

Chu Yuewan felt that Master was really a true immortal who ate and drank dew.

I really have never seen him eat any food other than vegetarian food, let alone meaty, the oil will not touch the mouth, drink boiling snow water or tea, it is really a realm that I can't think of in the early moon.

Looking at the big fish and meat on the plate, I felt so happy to be a layman in the early moon.

She immediately cherished the benefits of being a "layman" and feasted on it.

"It's no wonder that Her Royal Highness the princess is nostalgic for the world, and there are so many people in this world."

Yue Qinghuan watched her eat, and inexplicably felt happy.

Chu Yuewan chewed and swallowed, and said, "Master wants to soar, but are there still nostalgic people in the world?" Yue Qinghuan thought silently for a while.

"Yes."

He said.

"That way, Master won't fly away too quickly."

I was also happy at the end of the first moon.

Yue Qing smiled and said nothing.

"There are a lot of people who come to deliver food every day, and there are many categories."

He looked at the food with good color and flavor, and couldn't help but be a little curious, "Does Her Royal Highness know who sent it?" ”

"Yes."

The early moon is like a few family treasures, "This sweet and sour mouth is sent by the girl of Jingzhao Yin Qianjinzhuang, this glutinous rice melts in the mouth and is wrapped in lotus leaves is made by the Jiaojiao sister of the Yushi family, and the elbow and skin jelly are from the palace of Prince Lu, it seems that I can't recognize what the material is, and it tastes weird and delicious must be sent from the house of the second emperor's brother."

The small snacks made of flowers look so cute and cute in the palace of Concubine An Shu, the lighter medicinal food was sent by the queen mother, and it smells fresh and looks like the hard dishes must be sent by the imperial dining room, that is, the prince's brother and the father and the queen mother......"

"What did Yunfu send?" Yue Qinghuan saw that she pointed to this circle, but she didn't hear the key.

Chu Yue was late for a while, looked at him and said seriously: "Neither grandparents nor uncles have sent food. ”

"Oh?" Yue Qinghuan was surprised, "They should understand Her Royal Highness the Princess, why don't they give Her Royal Highness the Princess's favorite?" ”

"Yuning doesn't know either."

Chu Yuewan shook her head.

However, Yuning's favorite is not food.

Yue Qinghuan originally thought that she would regret this, but when she looked at it, the little princess actually laughed secretly.

Never know what's going on in her little head.

"Do you like to eat fasting?" Yue Qinghuan was jealous for no reason.

"I like it."

Chu Yuewan snapped his fingers and said, "Boiled cabbage in clear water, fried bean sprouts with fresh bamboo shoots, spinach and tofu soup...... Yue Qinghuan was mentally balanced now.

"Don't overeat, just do it in moderation."

He advised, "If you have leftovers, you can keep the manure." ”

Chu Yuewan rubbed her stomach and nodded at him.

…… stayed overnight in the Sky Tower, Yue Qinghuan did not come to her room at night, only Song Ling and a few female ceremonies helped her make the bed and burn incense in the house.

Songling untied her braids, and a thick green silk hung down.

"Songling."

Chu Yuewan looked in the mirror and said, "In the past few days, my little uncle hasn't been here, has he?" ”

"Yes, I haven't seen Grandpa Yun."

Song Ling replied.

Chu Yuewan didn't ask again.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, why are you obsessed with Little Grandpa Yun?" Song Ling was completely annoyed by that person, but after a long time, she also wanted to know what was hidden in it, and why the great master never confronted him openly.

It's been a while since Yun Jinshu's last warning, and the great master asked to report on the safety of Grandpa Yun every day, as if he really took it as a thing.

Wouldn't it be better if that person died? Song Ling thought, and suddenly saw in the mirror, the purple grape-like eyes of the early moon and the evening were staring at herself.

It didn't look like it was a child, but it looked like a wandering spirit with a cold frost in its mouth.

She was startled and hurriedly said, "Your Royal Highness Princess." ”

Chu Yuewan looked at the mirror and was actually distracted, and immediately came back to her senses when she heard her call: "What's the matter with Songling?" Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's nothing, what does Her Royal Highness the princess think?" ”

"I'm ......" Chu Yuewan wondered, "in a daze?" Song Ling didn't dare to ask, buried her head in helping her straighten her clothes and hair, and invited her to get on. Bed rest.

"Just now Songling asked me why I was obsessed with my little uncle."

After getting into the quilt at the end of the first month, she suddenly remembered her question, "Have you ever heard of "The Peony Pavilion"?" ”

"Nope."

Songling told the truth.

"Oh......" Chu Yuewan regretted, "I have a chance, I can go and listen to it." ”

"What's that? Dance? Song Ling asked.

"It's a play."

Chu Yuewan said, "It tells the love story of a couple of human ghosts. ”

Song Ling leaned on the head of the bed to listen to her, but after she said it, Song Ling was not interested, and after she was familiar, she was less taboo to speak, so she replied directly: "I don't like love stories." ”

Chu Yuewan smiled when she heard this: "Songling and Yuning are very different." ”

"Isn't this natural, how can it be compared to Her Royal Highness the Princess?" Song Ling wondered what there was to be happy about.

"It's funny if people don't like each other the most."

The early moon is late.

Song Ling felt that her words were a bit superior to eating minced meat, and she was very unhappy.

"Her Royal Highness the princess has been pampered since she was a child, so she can naturally enjoy those dramas where love and love are irrelevant."

Song Ling said with a slight sourness, "But I am an orphan below, and I have been worshiping Emperor Yingtian by the side of the great master since I can remember, and I am busy with the rituals every day, so I don't have time or opportunity to listen to it."

And that kind of thing, compared to the rise and fall of Dagao, is not important at all. ”

The bright eyes of the early moon winked at her, and then lowered thoughtfully.

Song Ling suddenly felt that she had said too much.

What does Her Royal Highness like about the princess, and where is she qualified to judge? "Your Royal Highness the Princess, forgive ......," Song Ling hurriedly squatted down to apologize.

"'Those warblers are crazy, and they are very prosperous and dead'......" Chu Yuewan said suddenly.

"What is this that Her Highness the Princess is talking about?" Chu Yuewan looked at her: "It's "Peach Blossom Fan", the author wrote a love legend that was displaced in the war, but in fact, he used this tragedy to ridicule the private affairs of men and women, and after all, he couldn't withstand the torrent of the general trend. ”

"Is it a love story again?" Chu Yuewan nodded: "There is also "The Palace of Eternal Life", which tells the story of the Tang Emperor's concubine who was addicted to love in ancient times, which led to the ruin of the country and the death of the family. ”

Song Ling was helpless: "Your Royal Highness Princess, what do you hear about this...... "There is no way to do it in the early moon, the harem loves to listen to these dramas, and the stories told don't know what year and month they are, just like another world that is out of reach, but it is still sung endlessly.

"Yuning has only heard love stories."

"Actually," she said...... It's not bad either. ”

Song Ling no longer refuted her, and promised: "Her Royal Highness the princess likes it, it's a good story." ”

When it was time to rest, Songling blew out the lamp, withdrew with the ceremonial officials, and some people waited in the room.

At the end of the first moon, I closed my eyes and lay down, trying to fall asleep.

Since the last time she rolled down the mountain and dreamed of Master, she felt that the dreams related to her previous life were not so terrible.

It seems that he has finally found a purpose to go back, and he is no longer a wandering spirit with no home.

Those love stories that are divided and combined are staged in the mind of the early moon.

She stepped on the unfamiliar mountains and rivers in those dramas, the grass gradually withered yellow, the sky and the earth were dark, and the sound of horses' hooves was urgent.

In those stories, there is also the smell of beacon fire and blood.

Chu Yuewan rubbed his hands, there seemed to be red marks on them, but he couldn't wipe them off, so he knew that it was just the color of the sunset.

These hands are delicate and slender, which is what she will look like when she grows up.

Are you back in your past life? It doesn't seem to be.

In the evening of the first moon, he stopped to look around, and there were many buildings in the capital, and the sound of firecrackers came from the other end of the high wall, accompanied by laughter.

"Let him go! Let go of my son! A woman screamed.