Mo Yu was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that Xiao Zhen's eyes were full of deep meaning, he immediately swept away the decadent aura on his body, hurriedly gave a salute, and said, "Please wait, I will go to report to Mrs. Xiang." ”

She went around to the back room, her heart was pounding, the woman's bearing, coupled with Xiao Zhen's abnormal attitude, had already made her roughly guess the identity of that person.

In order to cope with the possible summons of the Empress Dowager Zhaoxiang, Mo Yu spent a lot of time learning about the life of the Empress Dowager Zhaoxiang. There are many mysteries about this legendary woman, and it is rumored that she has a mysterious lover in addition to the former King of Chu. In addition, there is also an inextricably linked and unusual relationship between her and the current King of Chu.

Mo Yu took a deep breath, cut the twig of the laurel tree into pieces, and put it into the bronze bottle of sheep's horn. Success or failure in this move, she must be extra careful, although she has never seen the previous king of Chu, but from the current king of Chu, you can roughly guess the appearance of the first king. The incense used by the royal family is always fixed, plus a little bit of old and lingering sickbed......

The spice in his hand was just about to be put down, and Mo Yu's heart suddenly moved, a fifteen-year-old girl, suddenly marrying an old man who was about to die after a long illness, would she be more proud of becoming a queen, or would she bury more despair for a lifetime?

She hesitated, but poured out the spices from the bronze bottle, washed her hands and prepared again. She's going to take a gamble......

Empress Dowager Zhaoxiang has been waiting for too long, but fortunately, Xiao Zhen is still talking to her. Both of them are people with hills and valleys in their chests, and they can talk about speculation from celestial deduction to troop arrangement.

When Xiao Zhen's eyes drifted to the back of the bamboo curtain for the fifth time, Mo Yu finally reappeared holding the two clay pots. Xiao Zhen was a little strange, why did she come out directly, shouldn't she hide behind the curtain? I thought she was too nervous, and forgot that she was going to dress up as Mrs. Xiang, so she deliberately used words to help her round the field: "If Mrs. Xiang is ready, she will start directly, and she doesn't need to show it to your guests." ”

Mo Yu took out a black ribbon and held it in front of the woman on the throne with both hands: "Please blindfold your guests, so that you can concentrate on savoring the connotation of the fragrance without interference." ”

Empress Dowager Zhaoxiang stared at her for a moment before she picked up the ribbon with two fingers to cover her eyes.

Mo Yu turned back to Xiao Zhen and smiled slightly, took a deep breath, and lit a fire in the clay pot. She filled a shallow dish with a little plum wine, covered it with bamboo leaves, and put it on the fire to heat it slowly. The fragrance of plum wine, along with the fragrance of bamboo leaves, wafts out together, reminiscent of a young girl who has just finished her life, sitting in front of the window and reading. But his mind was no longer on the books, and he secretly drifted out of the window, fantasizing about the boy he liked.

Then she added a little rouge to the dish and added dead branches to the flames. The girl carefully dressed up, hooked gold-threaded shoes, barefoot, and secretly jumped out of the window to have a private meeting with her sweetheart. By the end of the cooking process, the plum wine had almost exhausted, leaving only a faint, grassy taste. Under the moon before the flowers, the birds chirp, and the clumsy love words of the teenager flowed in the air.

Mo Yu secretly glanced at the Empress Dowager Zhaoxiang, and saw that her expression was as usual, and there was no change at all. She poured the plum wine from the plate, along with the bamboo leaves and rouge, into a clay pot with cold water on one side, and threw a large chunk of sandalwood into the flames. The strong sandalwood fragrance covers up all the fresh and elegant taste. The girl hides in the overlapping palaces, disappears her beloved, and faces the old emperor alone.

The emperor grew old and died of illness. Mo Yu added coarse salt and coptis to the boiling water, and the bitter smell gradually penetrated in. When the bitter taste was at its heaviest, Mo Yu took out a knife and quickly swiped his fingers, and a drop of blood rolled into the water, as if there was no smell of blood, permeating the end of his nose. Because of the pain on his fingertips, Mo Yu let out a soft "ah", and the weak voice added a more realistic footnote to the smell of blood. The girl is surrounded by strong enemies, so she can only choose to deal with it strongly.

The aroma of Du Yu blends with the smell of green wood branches. The young prince, the former lover, stands beside the girl. They fight side by side, but they can't fully trust each other. When we meet again in the Ninefold Palace, we have already been different.

At the end, a little pollen was added, and the fresh fragrance of flowers was like a young woman newly elected to the palace, full of longing, and she didn't know what kind of road she was going to take. She tapped the clay pot with her fingernails, and the sound was like the bell of the palace day after day. All the smells fused together, and gradually turned into the back of a woman, sitting alone in the depths of the palace. She is a legend in the eyes of others, but she is only a lonely woman after all.

The fire was extinguished, and the room was silent at all. Mo Yu was uneasy in his heart, and his eyes stared straight at the Empress Dowager Zhaoxiang. After a long time, I saw her remove the ribbon covering her eyes, her eyes still tightly closed, but a little tear slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Empress Dowager Zhaoxiang let out a long sigh, and when she opened her eyes again, her eyes were already calm. She looked at Mo Yu: "Girl, you are a smart child, it seems that you have already guessed my identity." ”

Mo Yu hurriedly knelt down: "It's the little woman who has trespassed, there is something offensive, please don't blame you." ”

There was another long silence, so long that Mo Yu almost thought that the Empress Dowager Zhaoxiang was really angry, and then he heard the majestic voice say: "My body has served the first king, but my heart has only served one man." He is the uncrowned king in my heart. ”

Mo Yu was stunned, completely forgetting that he should be kneeling on the ground, and actually raised his head to look at the woman in front of him, who was no longer young. This is the most domineering love story she has ever heard.

She is right, in every woman's heart, there is a man. No matter what his identity or status, that person is the uncrowned king in her heart!

"Girl," Empress Dowager Zhaoxiang walked up to Mo Yu, her wide skirt covering Mo Yu's hand, "you risked angering me by telling me such a story. What exactly do you have to say? ”