Yao Huan curled up in the corner of the kitchen, dealing with it in a daze for a few hours, and was woken up by the palace maid in the dark.

The canopy outside the window is still decorated with stars, and the cooks who do chores have come in for 6 years, making stoves, mixing vegetables, kneading dough, cooking porridge, and steaming cakes.

It is indeed not easy to work for the Son of Heaven's family, although it is safe to freeze, but it is earlier than the chicken.

In the busyness, the housekeeper and the palace maid specially told Yao Huan and another little maid who learned to make chicken feet: "Don't forget the sour one, and you should also present it together, Jieyu listened to the five flavors of the chicken feet made by Yao Niangzi a few days ago, and I especially like the sour one." When she was pregnant with Little Emperor, she was not happy, nor did she like to eat sour. This time, the dragon fetus in her belly is very noisy, she loves to eat sour, there is a way to be a sour and spicy girl, Jieyu is pregnant, she must be a little prince. ”

When everyone heard this, they were still yawning despite their sleepy eyes, and their faces were somewhat joyful.

The housekeeper's words are very auspicious.

If Liu Jieyu really gave birth to a dragon son, according to the rules, from the queen mother to the concubine, from the official family to the queen, the rewards given to the palace maids and attendants of Yuxiu Palace will never be missing.

And Yao Huan, this time I came to the palace on an errand, the methodology is very clear: I will do what your Zhao family asks me to do, you say that you want to make five-flavor chicken feet, I will make every flavor enough, and then Mrs. Ping Ping will take the money and leave.

It's just that at this time of year, fresh apricots have fallen to the market, and apricot juice is out of reach. The hawthorn has just been ripe and picked, and after Yao Huan entered the palace a few days ago, he used the big hawthorn to peel the skin and take the meat, boiled the juice, cooled it and then added honey, and then soaked the chicken feet.

Everyone was in full swing to prepare more than a dozen meals, and the morning was already rising.

The maids of the hall waiting outside the door came in with a sandalwood tray, carefully stacked the porcelain basin with the lid in the tray, held it high above their heads, and then came out.

This is the rule in Liu Jieyu's palace, when passing the meal, in order to be clean, the plate cannot be lower than the forehead of the palace person.

Yao Huan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but there was a glutinous voice outside the door: "Please go to the palace with Mrs. Yao, Jieyu will ask about you." ”

Yao Huan hurriedly lifted his spirits again and stepped out of the door.

The owner of the voice, a young palace maid with a hairpin in a bun and a thoughtful face, was casting a curious gaze mixed with a slight gesture of Na Qiao.

As soon as he met with Yao Huan, after appreciating this look in an instant, the palace maid's gaze revealed a little bit of participation and vigilance.

She said, "Mrs. Yao comes with me", and turned away, as if she was not interested in talking to Yao Huan.

Yao Huan stared at her back.

After opening his eyes in the hoodie shop of Mrs. Li next to the Great Xiangguo Temple, Yao Huan recognized that this arrogant maid was wearing much better than everyone present, it was a high-quality woven silk, and it was also equipped with a palace silk tied with a jade ring.

It must be Liu Jieyu's personal maid with a head and a face, and there is no doubt about it.

Yao happily followed, breathing in the cold air of the early autumn morning, and his confused brain was half clear.

Suddenly, a burst of roaring came, Yao Huan followed the prestige, but saw that on the palace with heavy flying beams and high eaves corners, a row of white cranes rose into the air, chirping and singing, reflecting the sky full of neon sky, circling and soaring.

Yao Huan was stunned.

Isn't this the picture of the "Crane Picture" painted by Song Huizong later!

It's just that the background has changed to a red glow, which is more like looking up at a fairyland.

......

However, a moment later, in the flower hall of Yuxiu Palace, Yao Huan was even more amazed when he saw Liu Jieyu's appearance.

She remembered the only sentence she could recite in "Luo Shen Fu": like a frightening dragon.

Ah no, I can recite a more apt sentence: the sun rises in the morning.

Liu Jieyu, the favorite concubine who is now held in the palm of her hand by the official family, is wearing a lotus-white double-rhombic Shu brocade shirt today, and the inner skirt is loosely tied to her waist by the red lotus-colored palace silk.

Women should be pretty, filial piety. Liu Jieyu was already pretty, young and delicate, wearing such a large white skirt, she was lined with a bright morning glow, and she couldn't see the depressed appearance of a woman in early pregnancy.

She was helped to sit on a chair by the personal palace maid, and looked at the table full of dishes and snacks before raising her eyes, and her gaze was fixed on Yao Huan like spring water.

"How old are you?"

Liu Jieyu asked, her voice was lazy, and the posture of leaning softly on the brocade cushion at the same time made her look like a Persian cat nesting in a fur mattress.

"Hui Jieyu, the grass people will be nineteen after the Double Ninth Festival." Yao Huan looked at the table leg and said respectfully.

When Liu Jieyu heard this, she pursed her lips and said with exaggerated surprise: "Ah? Only nineteen? I looked at her and thought she was twenty-five or six. ”

She said to the maid who went to pass Yao Huan to Fang Cai, and the maid was busy and interesting: "Jieyu, the woman who cooks and eats in the market, works hard, comes and goes in the wind and rain, and she looks old." ”

Liu Jieyu sighed, nodded and said: "People don't clean up well, the side dishes are exquisite, this chicken foot is really boneless, and there are five colors." Which one is sour, you can clip one and I'll taste it. ”

Yao Huan said in his heart, huh? The emperor hasn't come yet, can you move the chopsticks first? Is it that the court rules of the Song Dynasty are far less big than those of the Qing Dynasty, or is it because the little emperor is particularly spoiled by you, and you can be proud of your pampering?

She was surprised, only to hear Liu Jieyu say again: "It's really delicious." Hao Sui's Jiang Qingyue is close, fresh is fresh, but there is no sour taste, not interesting enough. How do you get the sourness? ”

Yao Huan said: "Hui Jieyu is a freshly picked hawthorn that has just been transported into the imperial diet. ”

"Oh, no wonder, the color of this chicken's feet is better than the others, and the other ones are messy and unlucky. I like this hawthorn, just call it a branch of red dew incense, like Jiang Qingyue's neighbors, it is also Li Bai's poem. The official family loves the majestic and chic of Li Taibai's poems, and they will definitely like the names of these two dishes. What do you think? ”

Liu Jieyu asked left and right with great interest, and both left and right praised it.

It seems that no one dares to tell her that the author of "Jiang Qingyue's Approach" is not Li Bai, but Meng Haoran.

This lady came up and said that the women outside the palace were old, and at this moment she said that the dishes made by others who worked hard and didn't sleep were unlucky, and they were really uneducated in their bones.

While Yao Huan complained like this, he also knew that he was now in a thousand years ago, an era when class inequality could be talked about openly.

The emperor's woman, even if she is a concubine, can rub a commoner woman into the mud.

It's just that this kind of cognition can only help Yao Huan not to show her emotions on her face at most, and in her heart, because she remembers Liu Jieyu's bad deeds recorded in the history books, because she saw Liu Jieyu's abuse and killing of cats yesterday, and because she heard Liu Jieyu's mean words today, she is full of disgust for this woman who only has good skin and is not very good-looking.