Xu Yi stepped on cotton to return to the Qin Palace.

I dried a bowl of almond milk, swept a whole plate of milk skin rolls, and walked out of a long way in a short alley.

Xu Yi's feet were soft, all the way back to the house, he took a handful of cold water and slept on his face, and his mouth was full of sweet almond flavor and rich and sticky milky fragrance in his dream.

Han Chuan rarely lost sleep, well... I lost about half an hour's sleep, and not long after Xu Yi left, the sky was raining heavily, and the raindrops were ticking and hitting the eaves and windows, making people sleep well, Han Chuan closed his eyes in a daze, and before losing consciousness, Han Chuan suddenly thought - fortunately, he lived closely, even if it rained suddenly, he couldn't get drenched in Xu...

On the second day, in the courtyard of the restaurant, Cui Er sprinkled water on the ground and pasted dust, Lati looked at the two fresh grass carp and river shrimp raised in the water tank, Xiao Shuang'er looked at the main courtyard, the doors and windows were still tightly closed, and whispered to Mama Zhong, "... The shopkeeper hasn't gotten up yet, why don't I go and scream? ”

Mama Zhong smiled and shook her head.

The old man couldn't sleep, yesterday she was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, she didn't fall asleep for a long time, and when she got up and closed the window, she happened to see Han Chuan in the courtyard talking to the Qin prince at the mouth of the alley.

The eyes of the two people looking at each other are different from the past, although there is no intimate action, the atmosphere is relaxed.

Pretty good.

Although King Qin's reputation is fierce, he is also a decent person.

Her own Han Chuan is a likable little girl.

King Qin likes Han Chuan, which is not unusual.

It's just that with Han Chuan's cautious and cautious personality, he can respond to the words of King Qin, but it's really... It's really miserable, isn't it?

Mama Zhong waved her hand, and when the sun rose, Fang brought a cup of raw beef porridge, a plate of sour bamboo shoots, and a plate of pumpkin into the main room.

The warm autumn sun poured down, Han Chuan squinted his eyes and woke up, seeing the sunlight outside above his head, a spirit hurriedly stayed and pulled his shoes, rubbed his eyes, "Why don't you come to call me, today's food preparation, noon tea recipes are not prepared at all, the two small ones went to the eastern suburbs market to pull goods?" I ordered a basket of crabs from Boss Jia..."

Mama Zhong laughed.

The little girl's eyes were still half-squinted, and the hair between her temples was fluffy and scattered, making her face more and more small and beautiful. She knows that Han Chuan is beautiful, if she is not beautiful, she can't give her a pot of hot water for the first time she sees Han Chuan!

It's just that I didn't expect that after leaving the palace to be the master, the little girl could be more beautiful.

"The two little ones dragged the little ones to the eastern suburbs market." Mama Zhong bent her waist and twisted a handkerchief for Han Chuan, "Xiao Su of the Qin Wangfu came over in the morning, the officials were busy, the political envoy and the governor who had served for three years should return to Beijing in September to report on their work, and those who went ashore from Tianjin Wei by water, and they still need to prepare for the corresponding matters. ”

Han Chuan was stunned, reached out and took the handkerchief and wiped his face, much sober.

On a business trip, I specially asked Xiao Su to come over and talk about it?

Han Chuan pursed her lips, her heart was warm, and she wanted to laugh.

Can... I'm going on a business trip today...

In September and October, autumn is crisp, and it is the time to eat crabs.

Mama Zhong handed Han Chuan a cup of hot tea and said with a smile, "Xiao Su said that King Qin specially instructed that when we arrived in Tianjin Wei, he would transport a basket of live crabs to us." If the errand is done well, he will come back after the Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

It didn't take long.

Today is the beginning of August, the Mid-Autumn Festival and August 15, and there are still more than ten days in the top day.

When I came back, it was the day to eat mooncakes.

Han Chuan sipped tea with a smile hidden in his eyes.

Mama Zhong also laughed, smiling and smiling but also a little worried - Prince Qin and his own Xiao Chu'er are together, the two of you and I are nong, you like me, I like you naturally, but it is natural that you can't get around it, the princess of King Duanwang Ke has been decided, followed by the eldest prince and the fourth prince, even if the sage has the heart to pull the four older sons out of the distance, the time of marriage is not long, you can't wait until the second and third children are behind to say goodbye to the other sons, right?

Mama Zhong glanced worriedly at the little girl who was sitting barefoot on the edge of the bed, pursed her lips, and didn't speak.

King Qin is serious, Han Chuan has his own opinions, and there are always more ways than difficulties.

Mama Zhong was worried and happy at the same time, and Han Chuan didn't know it at all.

Han Chuan was very peaceful, yesterday was a gentleman under the moon, and he agreed to Xu Yi, Han Chuan specially asked Cui Er to send a box of golden soufflé to Shanmao Academy to Mr. Wei, and said by the way, "Life is short, there are always some people who always need to fight for something, I hope Mr. Wei is good." The food box also contains a "Shixian" wooden card that is now hard to find in Beijing, waiting for Mr. Wei to come.

Cui Er went back and forth for a day, and when he came back, he took a book from Mr. Wei with him.

Han Chuan looked at it, slightly yellow and old, "Drinking and Eating is Going", a thin volume but there are three volumes, volume 1 talks about gathering treasures, volume 2 talks about food treatment of diseases and food ingredients are mutually reinforcing, and volume 3 will be all kinds of materials.

Han Chuan has always wanted this book, and there is a copy hidden in the imperial dining room in front of her, but she wants to copy it but it is... Ahem... I don't know some words, I don't have a pen, no paper, no time, I went out of the palace to go shopping and shopping in the Dongcheng book collection, and I haven't seen this book, Han Chuan thought that Xu is this book should only be hidden at the feet of the emperor in the palace, and it is useless for ordinary people to come - the deer, wolf, bear, carp, goose and other products mentioned in it, except for the heavenly family and the rich and wealthy family, who can afford to eat it?

Now that he has this book, Han Chuan is very happy, and asked Cui Er to load a box of hairy crabs with "green shells and white bellies, golden claws and yellow hair" to send to Mr. Wei.

went back and forth, but no one mentioned the matter of "getting married", but they were three points closer than before.

...

"...'Shi Xian' sent a box of hairy crabs to Shanmao Academy, and Shanmao Academy returned a basket of wild mountain flowers as a gift letter, or a little girl, oh, it was the little bald donkey raised by 'Shi Xian', so tired that he was reluctant to get up on all fours, and the shopkeeper He was reprimanded by Old Lady Zhong for a few words, and the frequent exchanges between 'Shi Xian' and the academy stopped."

Xiao Su folded his hands between his knees and hung his head in reply.

Xu Yan listened, his face expressionless.

Scold.

Co-authoring is not a husband and wife, but a sister?

This one gives a box of pastries, and the other one also has a book, and those who know that the two are hard to find, I don't know and think that these two feelings are strong.

Xu Yi pursed his lips, looking at the list of high-ranking officials who will go to Beijing next month, and he couldn't read it.

No one wants to complain the first day, and the next day they will be thousands of miles apart.

But who knew that the saint was so acute this year, in previous years, it was the year before or in the middle of winter to summon the magistrates whose term of office had expired to return to Beijing, but this year it was two months early, and the whole ministry was so busy that they couldn't keep their heels on the ground.