Qingyun was secretly surprised in his heart, are there any delicacies in the palace? The emperor also likes to make his own lo-mei, it seems that he has really eaten too many delicacies from the mountains and seas, and occasionally gnawed on pickle gnocchi, and immediately felt that it was delicious in the world.

"That's a good thing!"

Qingyun did not say that she was the founder of Song Ji Lo Mei, she still understood the truth of being a low-key person and doing things in a high-profile manner.

"Alas!" The shopkeeper sighed, "It's good, but the boss of Song Ji Lo Mei built the workshop in Yu County, a thousand miles away, and it takes at least six days to transport the lo mei to the capital, and the demand in the capital is also large, as long as the chief manager of the palace comes to order, I don't have to sell it here, and the current situation may not be able to buy it with silver." ”

As the two were talking, the shopkeeper came over with a plate of uneaten braised pig's trotters, "Shopkeeper, this is ordered by Lord Wang's little son, do you want to wrap it up and send it to their home?" ”

"Of course, the little boy is proud of this, he came several times before he met that there was a stock today, the children are greedy, you send it over immediately, no matter what they say, you don't say anything, just apologize."

The guy took out the oil paper and wrapped the remaining pig's trotters, and hurriedly went out, Song Qingyun felt very funny.

The kid said that the fried cake that Doubao ate was garbage, and in his eyes, the real delicacy in the world should be Song Ji's lo-mei, but these Doubao had already eaten enough, and sure enough, he responded to that sentence, drought and waterlogging, and when the time comes, don't judge people by their appearance, and do things by their own temperament.

"What do you need, lady?" Shopkeeper Gao was still worried that Song Qingyun would lie to him, so he asked in fear.

"Oh, get me some tea."

Doubao ate so many snacks, and was frightened, his little mouth was dry, and he didn't dare to ask his mother for water to drink, it was he who decided to eat fried cakes instead of sour plum soup.

"Madam, the prince is here." While drinking tea, Ah Fu and Han Xuan suddenly stood up, especially Han Xuan, whose face turned red the moment he saw Mu Qingao.

He brought people out, and he felt guilty about the trouble that ended up like this.

Mu Qingao waved his hand and motioned for Han Xuan to sit down.

"Is your arm feeling better?" He grabbed Song Qingyun's arm and pinched it, and found that there was no major problem, so he easily hugged Doubao to his knee and checked the place where he was burned.

Song Qingyun stared at him.

"What's wrong?" Mu Qingao sat up straight nervously, and Song Qingyun suddenly pinched his waist.

"Hiss~"

Mu Qingao frowned slightly, "Lady, I have itchy meat there." He said in a deep voice, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

"Lord Wang, other people's itchy flesh will laugh when you touch it, and you will hurt, why is this?"

Mu Qingao sneered, "I thought you were going to pinch me, so I cooperated with you in advance, Madame will really joke with me, it seems that the arm is really fine!" ”

"Am I like someone kidding you?" Song Qingyun was serious, without a trace of smile.

"You stayed in the study last night, not because Lord Lin drank too much, but because you were injured here, right?"

Mu Qingao smiled, his eyes were full of thick and indissoluble tenderness.

He touched Song Qingyun's cheek with pity, "You woman, why are you so smart, nothing can escape your eyes." ”

"If Doubao and I hadn't been bullied today, you wouldn't be ready to tell you about your injury?"

"The injury is not serious, in fact, the lady doesn't have to take it to heart." Mu Qingao muttered reasonably.

Not serious? Not serious can you walk crooked to one side? What a strong, patient man he was, it could be seen that the wound was so serious that he couldn't hide it.

"Let's go, let's go home, if you are injured, lie down at home to take care of your body, otherwise others will think that the prince is an iron body."

"Ah Fu, you hold the little master, the prince is seriously injured, please help Steward Han, okay?" Standing up, Song Qingyun commanded with a calm face.

Mu Qingao instantly understood her intentions, and immediately made a weak appearance, covering the injured place, bending over and climbing on the horse's back, he coughed weakly twice, and after Qingyun also got into the carriage, he let Han Xuan lead the horse to the outside of the city.

"Lord Zhang, Lord Li, look, is that riding a horse Lord Jing?"

On the second floor of a teahouse, someone looking out the window suddenly stood up and whispered in surprise.

"What?" Soon two more heads poked out, these three people worked in the Ministry of Industry, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Households, and they made an appointment to drink tea and chat together.

Not far away came a well-made jujube red horse, the person on the horse was pale, his body swayed and seemed very uncomfortable, and the old man who led the horse looked back at him from time to time, worried that he would not be able to bear it and fall again.

"It's Lord Jing, I'll go down and see you soon, it's harder to see Lord Jing once than to ascend to the sky."

The three of them hurried downstairs, stopped in front of the horse, clasped their fists with both hands and said, "See the prince!" ”

Han Xuan was stunned for a moment and looked back at Mu Qingao.

"Oh, it's Lord Zhang, Lord Liu and Lord Li, I didn't expect to meet three of them on the street."

"Is the prince unwell? Xia Guan chartered a private room upstairs, if the prince doesn't dislike it, go up and rest. ”

Mu Qingao said with a smile, "With Lord Lao Zhang's concern, I am indeed a little unwell, yesterday I had a drink with a few brothers who were born and died in Nanban, and I never thought that a group of robbers would come out and kill us, and I also picked up a life!" ”

The faces of the three adults changed suddenly, King Jing was the killing god of the Great Zhou, and he became famous in a battle, and now there are people in the capital who dare to assassinate him, and he was injured so badly, who is the mastermind behind it? It's horrible.

"May I ask if the prince has caught those assassins?"

Mu Qingao shook his head sadly and indignantly, "What happened last night alarmed the Soldiers and Horses, and when they were about to encircle and suppress the assassins, these people knew that they couldn't escape, so they all killed themselves by biting poison." ”

"Huh?" The faces of the three civil officials turned pale with fright.

"The three adults will say goodbye, and this king will go back to the other village outside the city to recuperate."

"Congratulations to the prince!" The three of them saluted respectfully, and watched Mu Qingao's back disappear into the street, and no one noticed that a simple carriage had been following behind.

Out of the city, Mu Qingao stopped by a beautiful lake.

"Why don't you go back to Zhuangzi?" Song Qingyun poked his head out and asked with a frown.

"Lady, since you're out, I'll take you around inside."

Song Qingyun looked around, this place deviated from the official road, but it was not inaccessible, because the lake scenery was too beautiful, there were many carriages parked under the shade of trees, probably some noble ladies in the city, Miss Jiao came out to play.

"Let's go back, you're wounded."

"I said it wouldn't get in the way, just a little injury."

Mu Qingao forcibly jumped off the horse in pain, pointed to the distance and whispered a few words to Han Xuan, and then walked over with a slightly tired expression.

"Lord, do you have to succeed?" Qingyun muttered distressedly, pushed away Mu Qingao's outstretched hand, and jumped out of the carriage by himself.

"I'm still waiting for news from Jiang Jue here, and by the way, let Madame see, how should we use those lands, and how about half of the lo-mei workshop?"