The Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet is free to do whatever Concubine Lan tosses, but it is only these two days.

However, Liang Chu was there, and I heard that the Tao family had sent some money in today, which was gratifying.

However, the Tao family is so big, so they will send hundreds of thousands of taels, after all, they can't satisfy the appetite of the treasury.

It's just that taking advantage of this matter, Liang Chu took out a lot of money from the pockets of other ministers, and checked two officials with small official positions by the way.

After such a situation, the soldiers were able to distribute a part of their military supplies.

I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Feng Shou carefully placed the sweet soup sent by Concubine Lan today in the corner of the table, Liang Chu glanced at it, glanced at it again, and then looked at Feng Shou.

Only sweet soup?

Feng Shou complained bitterly in his heart, if he didn't send something, he couldn't run over to ask for it!

"Are there fewer rose petals? Are roses still in full bloom today? Liang Chu put down the fold and scooped a spoonful of sweet soup.

seemed to ask very casually, but Feng Shou didn't dare to slack off at all: "I heard the palace maid of that palace say that all the petals sent over that day were used by the mother to take a bath." ”

"Poof—"

A mouthful of sweet soup squirted out, and Liang Chu threw the spoon away.

"Bathed?"

Asked her to make food, and she actually used it to take a bath?

Feng Shou felt cold sweat on his forehead: "Yes, Niang Niang also said that it would be good if she could send her a few boxes to pour, but only such a small basket would not be enough." ”

"Good, good, good!"

Liang Chu only felt that there was a breath in his heart, but he had no place to send it at all. After gritting his teeth for a long time, he suddenly turned his head and said, "Why did you only send a small basket over?" Go, call a few palace maids, and pick all the roses in the imperial garden for her! ”

"This ......"

Your Majesty, you're too willful, aren't you......

Liang Chu swept over with a knife: "Go pick it, I will send it to her after picking it!" ”

Watch her do it!

Let her take a bath, let her take the ingredients he sent to the bath!

Feng Shou looked at his emperor's face full of anger and ruthlessness, and he only felt scared and ridiculous.

Ma Li went to do it, and when it was ten o'clock for lunch, Liang Chu took Feng Shou and asked someone to pick up a few boxes of roses and come to Chengqian Palace.

Mu Ling was having lunch, but when she thought of such a special day as the Mid-Autumn Festival today, her mood was inevitably a little lower, and she didn't use it much.

As soon as he lost the dishes and chopsticks, he heard the little eunuch guarding the door report: "The emperor has arrived-"

Mu Ling looked back at the plate on the table that he hadn't had time to put away, and went out to greet him.

Liang Chu's face was not very good, Mu Ling looked at it, and only asked carefully: "Did the emperor have lunch?" ”

"No!"

"That's not a coincidence, the concubine just ran out. Otherwise, the emperor would go to Mingyue Palace to take a look, Concubine Lan was busy with the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I was afraid that she wouldn't have time to use it-"

"Lady!"

Liang Chu was extremely angry, she couldn't do something that made him happy?

Even for lunch, are you afraid that he will eat two buckets of rice from her Chengqian Palace!

Mu Ling was silent, and smelled a rich aroma on the tip of his nose, and couldn't help but be surprised: "The emperor rubbed incense powder?" ”

Oh my master, stop talking!

Feng Shou wished that he was blind and deaf.

Liang Chu's face darkened even more, and beckoned the chamberlain behind him to carry up the boxes of roses.

"I heard that Concubine Ai likes to bathe with flower petals, and this is what I gave to Concubine Ai." Liang Chu lowered his head slightly, just looking directly into her eyes.

Seeing those boxes of roses, Mu Ling was really stunned.

Today, these flowers are not petals as they were on that day, but blooming one by one, all piled up in bamboo baskets, and plucked in two frames.

Mu Ling never thought that one day he would receive roses in such a situation.

She had thought that one day, her lover might come slowly with a large bouquet of roses, a ring ready, and a gentle smile on his face.

He would kneel in front of her and ask her if she would like to marry him.

She must have been willing, she thought.

But now, all her expectations and all her romance have been shattered by a betrayal.

In this place where she can't have freedom at all, she is intrigued with a group of women from her husband.

Mu Ling walked over, picked up a rose from the bamboo basket, and handed it to Liang Chu with a smile: "Does the emperor know that every flower has its own flower language?" ”

"Flower language?" What kind of moth is she?

"They're plants, they can't speak, but they also represent their own meaning." Mu Ling picked up Liang Chu's hand and put the rose in his hand.

These roses are taken care of by special people, and they are selected to bloom just right.

The blood-red rose was placed in Liang Chu's palm, which just filled his entire palm. The petals overlap layer by layer, and some have a few droplets of water, which is delicate.

Mu Ling felt that this was the most beautiful rose she had ever seen.

However, the roses here do not represent love after all.

Because in this place of the palace, there is no such ethereal thing as love!

Holding Liang Chu's hand little by little, her palm was not big enough to wrap him at all.

Liang Chu lowered his head and could only see the top of her head. Only a simple bun was combed, and both buns were inserted at random.

Simple, yet different.

At this time, she always felt that a kind of sadness was slowly overflowing.

What exactly is the word of the rose? How could she feel so sad?

Without a clue, Liang Chu suddenly felt bored from the bottom of his heart, the strength of his hand tightened, and he felt that the soft petals of the roses in his palms had been crushed by him.

Liang Chu casually threw the crushed roses on the ground, threw off his sleeves and left.

Feng Shou glanced at Mu Ling, and then hurriedly followed Liang Chu away.

This pair of little ancestors never has a good time!

The roses were ravaged and thrown to the ground.

Mu Ling turned her head and felt that the flower was as pitiful as her. I always think that if you drive the best and the most popular, you can live the longest, but you don't want others to just move your fingers, so that you don't have to turn over.

It's as if the love she once expected, such an empty thing, will eventually be swallowed up by this gorgeous palace.

No, she doesn't have much time left, and she has to speed up her plans!

After standing in a daze for a while, Mu Ling reined in his emotions and instructed the waiter to put away all the flowers. As for the distillation tools, she had to ask someone else to prepare.

"How many days are there until the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"It's been less than ten days." "I heard that the Moon Palace is still only preparing for the process, but it has not asked the Internal Affairs Office to procure things." ”

Mu Ling nodded, I'm afraid the Queen Mother hasn't handed over the phoenix seal yet.

Since time was running out, she could only speed up the process, but ...... It's more or less to make him suffer.

called the waiter to come in, whispered a few words in her ear, and told her to hurry up.

There are some things that she doesn't want to put off any longer.