Chapter Fifty-Three: The Eldest Princess of the Camelina

This eldest princess of the Camelina Moon should be the princess Mu Ling who has some spiritual problems that she heard about before, and then the princess of the royal temple who cultivates herself. A few days ago, I listened to Murong Du's instructions to Murong An, and it is expected that Mu Ling will be brought back at the end of September, and it is reasonable to send her personal palace people back to the palace in advance to take care of one or two.

It's just that this Murong Jue trusts these two people so much, and Yin Xiu went out of the palace to recuperate, and he directly delegated his power to the two people.

Or does he trust Mu Ling's sister more......?

"Girl? Girl? Fuxi gently pushed Luo Xiaoran with his hand, "The adults are coming out, let's avoid it." ”

"Oh, oh." Luo Xiaoran hurriedly came back to his senses, retreated behind Fu Xi with the food box, and followed Fu Xi to send away Wu Yangyang's group of people. As they walked, they could faintly hear, 'What should I do now?' 'Your Majesty is too impulsive,' these emotionally charged words.

She looked down and found someone she looked familiar with.

Lu Changqing.

She had seen this man before, but at that time he described it as really haggard, sighing, a man in his forties had become an old man in his fifties and sixties, which did not at all fit the image of a wise and cunning military advisor.

When I saw it today, it was a big change.

A circle of people surrounded him, his face was calm, and he said something calmly, and the people around him were ashamed of him, brushed a few handfuls of his beard with one hand, and walked away with steady steps.

It has the momentum of a man in his forties.

When Luo Xiaoran was admiring, Fuxi on the side whispered: "It is said that Lord Lu's concubine has added a son to him, no wonder Lord Lu is so energetic." ”

Luo Xiaoran: ......

She seems to have forgotten Lu Changqing, the point of straight male cancer!

Everyone left one after another, and the entire crowd exuded a certain not very good atmosphere, which made Luo Xiaoran couldn't help but worry. Her political knowledge is so weak that she can't be weaker, fighting, military, war, these things she really wants to understand and can't understand them at all.

He could only carry the food box in with concern, ready to look at Murong and care when he was in a good mood.

After all...... As an emperor and an emperor who grew up in the barracks, it's a bit embarrassing that the border war was not handled well.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard a commotion.

Before she could see what was happening, she saw a white light flash in front of her. Immediately following the sound of the sharp blade cutting through the wind, with a bang, Murong Jue jumped up in the air with a sword in one hand, and the long sword swept over, and the sword wind blew the rice paper on the table, flying all over the sky.

The sword light and sword shadow are charming, the sound of paper cracking sounded one after another, and the rice paper was full of snowflakes and slowly falling.

Murong duly pulled the sword flower, and the sword body was put into the sheath, flowing smoothly.

He held the sword sideways, wearing a dark robe, the sword spike swayed lightly, and the face carved out like a ghostly axe was solemn, handsome and extraordinary.

In this way, Luo Xiaoran was silently swallowed a dose of Amway called 'Murong is so handsome', in order to avoid that she was too obvious and unreserved, she coughed lightly, closed the door with her backhand, and praised: "The emperor has good swordsmanship." ”

Murong Jue was not ambiguous, he was grateful, and said lightly: "I haven't practiced in the past few months, and I am a little rusty. As he spoke, he put the sword on the sword stand in the imperial study, then sat down on the Taishi chair on the side, bent his index finger and knocked twice on the desk of the round table, and then spoke with a look of expectation, "What kind of refreshing tea tonight." ”

"The decoction of lotus leaves is added to the tea." Luo Xiaoran opened the food box, took out the tea bowl and dim sum plate together, and said in a chattering voice: "I also asked the imperial dining room to make crystal dumplings, boiled in salted water and not allowed to stick to the skin, and dipped in vinegar to make it more delicious." ”

Murong is really not particular about eating, this is understandable, after all, he really grew up in the military camp.

But the imperial dining room still follows the old emperor's extravagance and waste, luxury and refinement, and changes the way to make some fine food, finally, these days Murong Jue couldn't help it, and took a good look at the waste of the imperial dining room, but Murong Jue, who has not grown up with a good supply since he was a child, has been rectified all of a sudden, and Luo Xiaoran, who has eaten these days, is really uncomfortable.

So she often went to the imperial dining room to encourage them to make some slightly more delicate refreshments, and she would also make some simple pastries, and send them to the imperial study in the evening like this.

The taste was average, Murong never said that it was not delicious or that it was delicious, and Luo Xiaoran defaulted to him as delicious.

The skin of this crystal dumpling dumpling is crystal clear, and the filling inside is faintly visible, which is a little more beautiful than the previous dumplings.

Murong decided to hold the chopsticks, dipped them in a little vinegar, and when he took a bite, he heard a crunchy sound.

Take a look, the filling inside is all green, and the dishes selected are cooked and crispy, cucumbers, green peppers, lettuce, etc., and then put in a shrimp meat, dip it in vinegar, the first bite is crisp and sweet, the second bite of vinegar is rich, along with the tenderness of the shrimp meat together to stimulate the appetite of the taste buds, Luo Xiaoran just briefly said the general method and idea, and the chefs of the imperial kitchen made it, Luo Xiaoran ate very full, and his stomach was still swollen at this time.

Murong Jue ate quickly, swept away these dumplings in an instant, and drank a few sips of tea.

Finally, he said a simple and concise comment: "Not bad." The craft of making tea has also grown more and more. ”

"Hey, hey." Luo Xiaoran was not modest, and smiled at him slightly.

Compared to the initial vinegar water, a few tea leaves are of course much better.

Recently, she has been studying how to make tea and make tea to taste better, and she has not bothered to boil water on her hands. However, she still likes to drink plain water more than tea.

Drinking tea, Rongrong will never be able to fall asleep, insomnia.

Besides, the tea that these ancients drank was really not in line with her taste, and Luo Xiaoran, who is a modern person, prefers to drink sweet jasmine honey tea, jasmine tea, and iced black tea.

But she couldn't do it even after racking her brains.

I couldn't help but sigh at the thought of losing such a great pleasure.

When she looked down and saw Su Qingce's green and white jade hands, when she poured water today, she only cared about joking with Zi Kite for a while, and poured hot water directly on her fingers, and now the tips of her fingers are still painful and can't touch things, it turns out that Su Qingce's girl's fingers are slender and long, like the tips of new bamboo shoots after the rain.

Now she tosses it like a soaked bamboo shoot, swollen.

She had the heart to beg for comfort and love, stretched out her hand to Murong Jue's eyes, and muttered coquettishly: "It hurts." ”

"Hot?" Murong Jue glanced at it, carefully held her palm with one hand, and gently groped her fingertips with his fingertips, which was very warm and delicate.

However, Luo Xiaoran originally just wanted to ask for comfort, but he didn't expect that he was not only comforted, but also picked up by Murong Jue, looking at his eyebrows and eyes looking at his fingertips, that kind of girl's little shyness grew again.