Zhao Xiu offered a reward to the entire Liaozhou, and the craftsmen in the entire Liaozhou couldn't think of a good way, only a small blacksmith said that he had an idea, and this person was Imala. He thought of casting the iron door hollow to reduce the weight, but it was difficult to complete it with the ironmaking technology of the time. But he used his original method to make the impossible possible. Zhao Xiu greatly appreciated him and appointed him as the owner of the Nanning Iron Factory, and later the helmsman of the Liaozhou Manufacturing Bureau.

Zhao Xiu sighed again, secretly worried. He sat in the yard and thought about a lot of worries all day.

Also worried is Wang Miao, who is holding a kitchen knife and cutting green onions.

Wang Miao's cooking is a must, and Zhao Xiu is full of praise every time he eats the dishes he makes himself. This is also where Wang Miao can hold him the most.

Wang Miao will deliberately change into another dress when cooking, she is wearing a blue gauze robe, taking advantage of the looming white robe inside, holding a milky white soft gauze around her waist, and lining the moon-white water lily short waist to prevent the dress from getting dirty. When cooking, she will look more serious, with jet-black hair hanging down to her thin waist, also held by a milky white soft veil. She had a purple crystal hairpin in her hair, and her waist was gently held by a light blue veil from the mountains.

The fragrant carp has already been put on the disk, and the last handful of green onions in Wang Miao's hand is missing. The aroma of the carp was very attractive, which made Wang Huan and others, who were standing aside as Wang Miao's helpers, swallow their saliva greedily.

The other chefs in the kitchen all stood and watched Wang Miao's craftsmanship, and everyone looked at the fish soup served by Wang Miao, and their eyes were full of admiration. Wang Miao presented all the fish soup in the pot under the gaze of everyone, and then the maid from the west courtyard put the fish and the plate into the food box.

There are two kitchens in the palace, one is established in the west courtyard and the other is established in the east courtyard. The East Courtyard and the West Courtyard are already two systems in terms of eating.

When Wang Miao returned to Cuixiu Garden with the fish soup, Zhao Xiu had already left Cuixiu Garden, leaving only Meng Xin sitting in the middle courtyard.

Wang Miao stood in the courtyard holding a food box that exuded the smell of fresh fish, and the loss in her heart couldn't be hidden, looking at the food box in her hand, her eyes were a little blurry.

Meng Xin was already in a state of apprehension when he sat in the courtyard, he had never been like this by a few people in his life, let alone made uneasy by a woman. "Princess Niangniang, the prince suddenly has a time, and he has rushed back to the East Courtyard to deal with it."

Meng Xin secretly scolded Zhao Xiu in his heart for his unrighteousness, he couldn't stand Wang Miao, but let himself be this bad guy. "Alas! It's all brothers, who will do it? Forget it. "Whoever makes Meng Xin can't do anything by himself.

Wang Miao saw that Meng Xin was in the courtyard, and she understood a little in her heart, she lowered her head, and there was no trace of a smile on her handsome face. She didn't walk straight past Meng Xin as if she hadn't seen Meng Xin.

He slowly pushed open the door of his boudoir by himself, but the two thick doors seemed to be deliberately against Wang Mai, Wang Miao did not push them open the first time, and then pushed them a few times, but the door was motionless, just made a "squeak" sound.

The door of Wang Miao's boudoir is made of solid wood, and it is made of dark red wax outside, perhaps because it is used for disrepair, the door of the boudoir is difficult to open, and there are usually maids from Cuixiuyuan to help Wang Miao open the door, and Wang Miao does not need to open the door in person.

Wang Miao was originally upset, and this was even more choked by this wooden door. "Knock knock" Wang Miao raised her foot and kicked the wooden door hard, with tears already in her eyes.

Wang Miao's personal maid Wang Huan hurriedly ran forward, supported Wang Miao with one hand, and pushed open the heavy wooden door with the other. Wang Miao didn't look back and walked into the house with a sad face. Wang Yan only glanced back at Meng Xin, and followed Wang Miao into the house.

The other maids in the courtyard were busy with their own things, leaving Meng Xin alone in the wind. Although Meng Xin and Zhao Xiu are brothers with their heads on the ground, there are some things that he still can't ask.

The affairs in the palace were not complicated, but it was much more complicated by Zhao Xiu and Wang Miao.

Cuixiu Garden has always been brightly lit at night, the whole yard is bright, and the yard is full of maids. After Wang Miao removed her makeup and washed, she sat on the bed and began to chat with Wang Huan.

"Tomorrow is the Shangyuan Festival, have you bought all the things you have purchased?" Wang Miao sat on the bed with bare feet, looked at Wang Huan standing in front of him and said.

"Well, several cases, offerings, incense, glutinous cakes, musical instruments, as well as mats and lanterns for worshipping the water official god have been prepared. You can rest assured. Wang Huan snapped his fingers, stood in front of Wang Miao, and replied softly.

Wang Miao's face was a little pale, and her face showed a yellowish complexion under the illumination of the candles on the table. "Don't forget that the color of the lantern must be solemn and peaceful."

Wang Miao would tell Wang Huan uneasily every time she went to bed, as the mistress of the palace, she didn't have to worry about anything every day, and Zhao Xiu didn't have to worry about it at all.

"That's nature, I remember it, the color of the lanterns is dark blue." Wang Huan walked in Wang Miao's boudoir, holding a hollow bamboo tube to blow out the candles in the room one by one. Only the two candles at the door remained, and the two candles closest to Wang Miao's bed were still on.

As the light in the room became dimmer and dimmer, Wang Miao's heart gradually sank. But there was still no sleepiness, although Wang Huan was ready to leave, but Wang Miao didn't seem to really fall asleep.

"What do you have to tell your mother?" Wang Miao asked. She always has a heart that can't be finished, and she can't finish things, and she has to take care of them up and down the house, which is not a simple matter.

"The old woman is instructing us to give more to Cuixiu Garden, and ask for more gods of life and happiness from Jinshan Mountain. The slave and maid had already done so, and found someone near Shanshan to ask for a god. Wang Huan held a bamboo tube in his hand and stood in front of Wang Miao's window, ready to blow out the candlelight of the two stations next to Wang Miao's bed.

On this continent, people of different races believe in different gods, but they believe in another god that they all believe in. It can be said that on this continent, the god of happiness is the one with the most believers.

"Oh, what about the East Courtyard, what are the requirements?" Wang Miao still refused to lie down and sleep, still looking at Wang Huan with big eyes.

Wang Huan blew out the two candles in front of Wang Miao's tent, and then said to Wang Miao: "Ah, girl, you can sleep, is there something on the other side of the east courtyard that is not like what we said in the west courtyard." Besides, the affairs of the West Courtyard are all solved by Mr. Meng, and we don't need to do it at all. Girl, just relax, if there's anything I'll tell you as soon as possible. It's late at night, go to sleep, and tomorrow you'll be busy arranging the sacrifice for the next Yuan Festival. ”