Mengqing continued to stir the soup in the pot, and her voice was not hurried: "Who is Your Excellency?" Why be sneaky. ”

With a "snort" above her head, she instantly raised her eyes, and a pair of beautiful and amazing eyes were looking at her timidly, holding her lost bowl in her hand, and the milky white soup was still on her lips.

Mengqing was a little angry, she worked hard to make some soup and let the thieves steal it?

"Someone! Scratching ......"

The white clothes fluttered down, and the fingers were on her a little, and the mouth opened and closed so that it couldn't make a sound.

Dream light see, this is the ancient point? Who the hell is the damn man?

He took a few steps back from her, carefully put the bowl down, and hung his head slightly, like a child who had made a mistake, a little scared, and a little shy.

Meng Qing calmed down, and the one who dared to enter and leave the palace freely must be a royal person, but she searched through the memories in her mind to find this person.

She moved, and the man immediately looked at her nervously.

Mengqing tentatively pointed to the soup in the pot, and asked him: Do you want to drink?

The man licked his lips, looked at the soup in the pot, looked at her again, and nodded seriously.

Meng Qing refilled the bowl for him, and the man reached out to take it, but she suddenly withdrew it and pointed to her throat.

The man seemed to understand what she meant, and his slender fingers, like a spiritual snake, quickly touched her shoulder.

Dream light tried, but he was able to make a sound.

"Who are you? Guards? Imperial Princess? "She looks so good, and she was also amazed just now.

As if he hadn't heard her, the man's clear eyes widened, staring at the bowl in her hand in a daze, and his clean nose was still fluttering with the fragrance wafting out.

Dream thought for a moment and handed him the bowl.

She cooks a Western-style mushroom soup, which is more nutritious and tastes very refreshing, and her body needs high energy to slow down, so this soup is the most suitable to drink.

also felt that this man had no ill will towards her, so he gave him a drink if he wanted to drink, and quickly sent him away.

The warm mushroom soup quickly went down, and the man seemed to be unsatisfied, pursed his thin red lips, and looked at her with a pair of translucent eyes.

Mengqing's kindness is also limited, it is not easy for her to make pot soup, "If you want to eat, let your people come and learn, and I have to keep the rest to myself." ”

Pour the rest of the soup into a bowl twice as large as the previous one and drink slowly.

The man's eyes drooped sadly, but he didn't stretch out his hand again, but he didn't leave.

The more Meng Qing drank, the more he felt that he had a feeling of not treating teenagers well, who made her twenty-eight in her previous life, isn't this twenty-two-three man a half-old child in front of her.

In the end, she had to pour some of the remaining soup from the bowl into his bowl, although she had drunk it herself, it was already good, don't dislike it.

The eyes instantly brightened, and the mushrooms, corn, and shrimp inside were swallowed without even chewing.

There was a sound of footsteps outside, and Meng Qing guessed that they were back, and they were about to speak, but suddenly there was something more in their hands, and there was no one in front of them.

Yi Mo walked in front, with a little smug on his face: "Back to Niangniang, you can rest assured, Min Shu beside Concubine Xian knelt outside the imperial study and cried for a long time, and he didn't even see the emperor's shadow." ”

Aunt Qiu walked behind with a friendly smile: "Niangniang, don't worry, even if the emperor knows about this matter today, you have to be happy that Niangniang is in good health, and you don't necessarily care." ”

Mengqing always felt that her kind smile was uncomfortable, and she was happy for the relationship between the queen and the emperor? It's ridiculous.

The extra pair of chopsticks on the stove attracted Aunt Qiu's attention: "Niangniang, is anyone else here?" ”

"Oh, Hongu wants to use a small bowl, but it feels troublesome again."

Aunt Qiu was puzzled, but she didn't dare to ask again.

When bathing at night, Aunt Qiu was lightly beaten out by the dream, leaving only Yimo.

The scattered rose petals rippled with the water to the edge of the barrel, and she had been able to take care of herself for three days, and she had adapted to Yimo's service.

The scattered long hair dragged along the edge of the bathtub to the ground, and I really wanted to cut it, but this was the palace and she couldn't help herself too wanton.

Mengqing noticed her absent-mindedness and said, "If you have something to say, just say it." ”

"Niangniang, why did you snub Aunt Qiu?"

"Is there one?" Dream looked over lightly and examined the girl's expression.

How obvious it is, you can not be stupid, "Niangniang can't believe her?" ”

"Should this palace believe you?"

Yimo knelt down instantly: "If Yimo dares to betray the queen's mother, let Yimo die a good death, and give birth to a big mule in the next life, let others beat and scold, and be ridden." ”

Meng Qing almost didn't hold back his laughter, and said with a stiff face: "Bengong just wants to be cautious." ”

"Aunt Qiu is your nurse, and the slave maid entered the palace with her, and she will never betray her mother."

"When the palace punishes Concubine Xian, she can be?" She won't say much about the dream when she clicks it, and she will get rid of the unfaithful one by one.

It is said that hatred will make a woman ruthless, it seems that there is nothing wrong at all, she has only seen blood in this era, she can still be so calm, even she admires herself.

Yi Mo's face gradually turned pale, as if he noticed something, "If the mother is not worried about the food in the palace, why don't you ask the emperor for a decree, saying that you want to eat the taste of the house, and ask the eldest prince to send a reassuring cook over?" ”

Mengqing "recalled" that the eldest prince was Queen Meng's brother-in-law, and this brother was the only one left in the entire Hou Mansion who was sincere to her.

But she just made such a fuss, this can't do it, so she can only think of another way.

"Go back and set up a stove under the porch, our food is made here, and you can take care of the water and food." No matter how bold you are on the surface, it is not so easy to start.

"The slave knows."

After nearly ten days of careful conditioning, Mengqing's body has almost recovered, and he has gained five or six pounds.

When I first saw my face, I was frightened, it looked like a twenty-year-old woman, with thin cheeks and sunken eye sockets, just like an old woman in her forties.

If she were a man, she wouldn't dare to take a second look, let alone the emperor who was sitting on three thousand.

Mengqing found a set of clothes to change into, her long hair was simply tied together and fixed with a streamer, and she walked out with two small baskets.

Aunt Qiu didn't know where to come from: "Niangniang, why are you dressed like this?" This...... It's not orthodox. ”

"Aunt Qiu is good at needlework, let's make a red phoenix cloak for the palace."

"Mother, is this summer?" Aunt Qiu reminded.

"Is it too late to make this palace in winter?" Dream walked away lightly.

Aunt Qiu was getting old, and she was scolded like this in front of the palace people, and the fine lines of an old face suddenly deepened.

glanced at the little eunuch at the door, "Go and ask Manager Pei to follow, don't let the queen have a good time." ”

"Yes."

Meng Qing had only taken two steps before he noticed the person following behind him, gave Yimo a look, and walked towards the garden behind the rockery.

In order to strengthen his exercise, he would come out to bask in the sun every afternoon, and when he passed through the Imperial Garden, he found that the soil there was actually the purple sand mud used to make the purple sand pot.

In early summer, the Imperial Garden is full of flowers, and every part of it is full of classical elegance, unlike modern gardeners who always have to cut the flowers into regular shapes, which makes people feel like a dull sense of mass production at a glance.

Dream lightly carried two baskets into the garden, and came to the highest rockery, where the loose flowers were covered with red dirt.

The garnet-red skirt was rolled up at her waist, and the apricot-colored upper skirt was rolled up by her, revealing her white lotus arms.

She took a small shovel and dug carefully behind the rockery, and the sun shone warmly on the top of her head, making her forehead covered with a layer of fine sweat.

Soon, a basket of carefully selected red clay was filled with her, and she placed it in the aisle outside the fence.

As soon as he picked up another basket, a boot with black gold rimmed rimmed kicked on the basket full of red mud, which spilled all over the ground.

Meng Qing suddenly became a little angry, "Why don't you look at it!" "Keep your head down and hurry to clean up the spilled red mud.

Pan Gongcheng wanted to speak, but was stopped by Xiao Yiheng raising his hand.

Watch as a pair of slender hands carefully dust off the mud and sand from her shoes, collect them in the palm of their hands and pour them back into the basket.

What she cherished at the moment was not his shoes, but the soil on the ground, which made Xiao Yiheng even more surprised, as if what she had collected was not clay but a basket of precious pearls.

"This soil...... What kind of flowers do you raise? Xiao Yiheng asked.

Mengqing was very distressed, she easily picked out so many red mud that was not too confused, and was kicked away so much by him at once, and the words she said were even more sarcastic.

"What kind of flowers to raise, it is mineral rock, used to burn kilns, and it is really a terrible thing to use red clay to raise flowers! Let's go! "Rip out the foot that gets in his way.

Xiao Yiheng was almost pushed by her, but Pan Gonggong was angry enough, and he was about to fight with this bold palace maid.

Xiao Yiheng stopped him and looked at the palace maid twice, "This soil is suitable for burning kilns?" ”

Speaking of this, the anger that had just been kicked away from the red mud couldn't help but weaken a lot, and the delicate voice explained her professional field: "Well, the purple sand ware does not need to be glazed, it is as delicate as the skin, and the tea set burned with the purple sand mud can better purify the tea fragrance." ”

The corners of Xiao Yiheng's always cold lips overflowed with a smile, and even Father-in-law Pan was surprised.

He looked at the palace maid twice, did not step on the scattered red mud again, and turned to return the same way.

After Meng Qing cleaned up the red mud on the ground, she suddenly remembered that the shoes just now were a man's feet, but unfortunately she didn't look carefully when she only cared about cleaning up the purple sand mud.

Presumably not an important person, in addition to the emperor in this palace, he is a eunuch, if the emperor is the emperor, can he spare her in the scene just now?

In this way, she was relieved.

These days, following Niangniang's experience, there has long been no place for those eunuchs and mothers-in-law to talk in Luanfeng Palace, and they can easily stop people with foam.

"Miss Mo, but Aunt Qiu ordered me to come." Manager Pei, who was a little fat, looked a little arrogant.

In the past, the queen in this palace didn't care about things at all, and he only obeyed Aunt Qiu's orders.

Yimo raised her eyebrows and smiled at him: "Yo, together with our Luanfeng Palace, there is no queen in charge?" "Turn your head and complain to the queen.

Manager Pei was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped her: "Auntie, don't mind, I won't follow, I'm not here, can't I?" ”

Yi Mo glanced in the direction of the rockery, but did not move his footsteps: "Cheng, then I will stand and watch you." ”

Mr. Pei didn't leave, he didn't go, he just followed Yi Mo to consume there, "Then I can tell you, don't wait for something to happen to the queen, we all have to go around without eating." ”

"You crow's mouth!"

Pei Gonggong's eyes suddenly widened and pointed into the distance: "That's Pan Gonggong, right?" Could it be that the emperor is coming? ”

"Oh no, I've got to go and pull the mother back." I don't look down on the queen mother, but if this dress is made for the emperor to see, it will be repaid.

When Yimo arrived, Meng Qingzheng dug up the second basket of red mud, and stood up from the ground with his waist pounded, with some soil on his forehead.

"Came over in time, help me carry a basket."

Yi Mo saw that the queen mother still had the leisure to dig the soil, presumably because she didn't meet the emperor, otherwise she would have caught up with her, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The slave is here, how can you let the mother work." Yimo hurriedly grabbed both baskets.

"It's okay, let's go back and fry the steak." It's a pity that there is a lack of bottles of red wine.

When Yi Mo heard this, the gluttonous worms in his stomach were hooked out again, and I don't know where the mother learned those crafts, and the things they made were all tastes that they had never eaten, but they were greedy.

Mengqing went back to wash her hands, got up the pot to cook, and after a while, a few fragrant and tender steaks were fried.

"You and Aunt Qiu will leave two pieces, and the remaining three pieces will be loaded and sent to the dormitory for me." It's the nurse of this body, and she can't go too far before she figures it out.

Yimo wondered: "Niangniang, you have such a good appetite, can you eat three pieces?" ”

Of course, Mengqing can't eat it, because there is an ancestor in it.