During the Warring States period, ordinary people only ate two meals a day, breakfast was called 'morning food', from 7 a.m. to 9 a.m., and dinner was called 'food eating', which was eaten from 3 p.m. to 5 p.m.

The sun was getting higher and higher, Yuan Zi's stomach was singing wildly, and Mrs. Zhao finally found her conscience, reacted, and said: "Sister Zheng Sleeve, look at my memory, I forgot, you have never used morning food." After saying that, he pulled her up and walked out.

Follow Mrs. Zhao, walk through the winding path, walk on the path, the flowers and plants are fragrant, and then look at it, all kinds of unknown flowers are very well cared for, Yuan Zi smiled secretly, and said in his heart: "This Mrs. Zhao is an elegant person." ”

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhao, who had been secretly paying attention to her, said with a smile: "Does my sister like this flower?" ”

"Well, it smells weird, and it calms people's hearts."

During the Warring States Period, people did not have the habit of bathing often, most of us wore sachets, to cover up the smell, this morning Yuan Zi's house squeezed a room of maids, all kinds of smells mixed together, so stuffy that she almost returned to the west, now here is a breeze, the fragrance is full of camp, Yuan Zi is in a very comfortable mood.

"Hua'er has a friend, he also likes flowers and plants very much, today I came to the house as a guest, the hour has passed, presumably people have arrived." Mrs. Zhao made a reminiscence.

Yuan Zi had learned in the previous conversation that Zhao Hua was the eldest son of Zhao Xuan, and he was in the year of dancing spoons, and he usually liked to feast on all kinds of literati and scholars and exchange friends, and remembered the 'Lingjun' that Mrs. Zhao talked about this morning, she asked: "But Lingjun Gongzi?" ”

"yes, do you think it's weird? The dignified descendants of the Qu family actually opened a herb garden on the bank of the Miluo River, weeding, planting flowers and other things by themselves, and they were as rough as a reckless man in the field. ”

As soon as she heard this, Zheng Sleeve's life memories jumped into her mind.

She seemed to have really become Zheng Sleeve, seeing Xiong Huai reciting poems with a beautiful man, appreciating music, and affectionately calling him 'Lingjun'.

Well, she thought, she knew who 'Lingjun' was.

The famous poet Qu Yuan was in Ling Yin's mansion, her heart was beating like a drum, and she was boiling with excitement.

It's dog days now, although the hour is still early, but the sun has risen high, seeing Yuan Zi's face flushed, uncertain, Mrs. Zhao thought she was suffering from heat stroke, so she quickened her pace, and said: "There is Bingjian in the front hall, you hold on a little longer, it will be there soon." ”

Without Mrs. Zhao's explanation, Yuan Zi knew that the ice of this era was precious, and she was looking forward to seeing this artifact full of the wisdom of the ancients earlier, and on the other hand, she thought: "I and Mrs. Zhao are not related, but she is as good to me as her own daughter, as the saying goes, there is no free lunch in the world, what price will I pay to repay the kindness of their couple in the future?" ”

"Strange goods can live." The loli voice in my mind echoed coldly.

Enter the front hall and sit on the ground with Mrs. Zhao.

A few servants were holding box-like things together, Yuan Zi guessed, this is Bingjian.

They walked in, put Bing Jian on the desk, took off the cover, and a trace of coolness came out of it, Yuan Zi glanced over, and saw that there was a small Fang Zun jar in Fang Jian, and there were many ice cubes between Fang Zun and Fang Jian.

If Fang Zun had sour plum juice, rose dew, and milk in the jar...... Tsk tsk.

Seeing Yuan Zi's envious eyes, Mrs. Zhao was a little proud, and said: "I expected it to be hot this year, so I let people save more ice in the winter, no, it comes in handy!" ”

Yuan Zi smiled and deliberately sighed sincerely: "My sister is really prescient. ”

The smile on the corner of Mrs. Zhao's mouth deepened a little.

Not long after, the slaves and maids came up one after another with their food utensils.

Clean their hands, open the bowl, take the long-handled spoon, and just as the two of them were about to do it, the sound of a babbling teenager came from outside the hall.

"Mother, you are fishing for ice wells again, and you are going to run out of ice!" The sound of hurried footsteps was getting closer and closer, and the young man's voice was full of grievance and anxiety, and he said: "Lingjun and I are throwing pots, the wine is not icy, and it is not beautiful to drink!" ”

Following the sound, two young men in white walked into the front hall, the two of them were tall and jade, with handsome postures, one pouted his mouth and showed a depressed color, and the other had a helpless and embarrassed face.

Zhao Slip hurriedly asked his mother for an explanation, but he didn't expect to see his mother dining with a young girl as soon as he entered the front hall, and when he met the girl's eyes, he realized that he was reckless.

The little boy was there, his face was red, and he didn't dare to step forward, and he was embarrassed to turn away.

Mrs. Zhao felt funny, beckoned to him, and said, "Why don't you come and say hello to your sister Zheng Sleeve?" ”

The two teenagers came back to their senses and walked over slowly.

Mrs. Zhao said to Yuan Zi with a smile: "Sister, the one holding the folding fan is Lingjun, the second son of the Boyong Da Sima family, and the monkey next to him is Xiao'er Zhaoli. ”

Lingjun! Qu yuan!

I've seen him in person!

Sure enough, he is graceful, graceful, graceful, handsome...... She took a few deep breaths and said in her heart: "Don't be surprised, your current body is more or less a historical celebrity, not to mention, you have also seen Lord Yama, Meng Po ......"

Be steady! Be sure to hold on! The goddess of high coldness is not allowed to collapse for a hundred years!

After several psychological constructions, she greeted the two calmly according to the etiquette in her memory, and in order to meet the needs of the situation, she said a few words of nonsense that even she herself didn't understand very well.

The two little teenagers were coaxed into a daze, and after walking out of the front hall together, Zhao Slip reacted, poked Qu Yuan's arm, and asked, "Lingjun, why did I go to my mother just now?" ”

Qu Yuan couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao slipped and reacted, patted his head, and said in annoyance: "Sister Zheng is so beautiful, when I see her talking, it's like hearing the goddess singing in my ear, and I forget everything!" ”

Qu Yuan didn't respond to his words, but asked, "Miss Zheng said that she is from Zheng Guo, so how can she be in your mansion?" ”

Hearing his words, Zhao's slippery face drooped and said, "Daddy told me that Sister Zheng's talent is far from comparable to others, and she wants to be a concubine for the Maharaja...... Lingjun, you say, I'm so old, why didn't my father think of me? Why don't you marry Sister Zheng to me? ”

"Before you reach the crown, you are bent on marrying a wife, Huiran, it seems that Uncle Zhao is going to add a 'no ambition' after your comment of 'plaything lost mind'." Qu Yuan laughed.

"Don't come and bury me! You're no better farmer! Zhao slipped and kicked his calf and said viciously: "If you dare to laugh at me again, be careful that I let people graze cattle in your herb garden!" ”

His friend likes to serve those flowers and trees, usually the baby is not good, and he has also been infected with the habit of 'stinky beauty', so his mother has a lot of jokes about 'my good girl'.

Obviously Lingjun is more like a girl!