Zhao Zhen waved his hand to summon the cook, "Take a pot of aged Meishou wine and give it to the heir of the tea saint." As he spoke, he took out two handicaps and placed them on the table. The food traveler hurriedly answered "yes", took the official paper money and went.

The food traveler came to the private room where the woman sat up with the wine, and said with a smile: "The lady is so blessed, an official asked the slave family to give you a pot of aged Meishou wine." ”

The woman was quite disdainful, did not raise her eyelids, and only said, "You can help me sell it to your restaurant." ”

"Lady, this wine is what the shopkeeper wants to offer to Prime Minister Wang's house, the gold is expensive, and you can't buy it outside."

The woman scoffed, "Even if it's an official's royal wine, I'm not rare." ”

The vegetable walker smiled flatteringly, "The lady is the heir of the tea saint, the noble spirit, and naturally these things of wine and food are not rare." But after all, it was sent from the palace of the king of Qinghe County, and the lady is always good at disobeying the good intentions of the county king, and we don't dare to offend. ”

The woman was slightly surprised, "King Qinghe? ”

"The prince often comes to the restaurant, but he has hidden his identity."

The woman's eyebrows were lightly raised, and she helped a green plum hairpin on her sideburns, and pushed the window to look downstairs, "I heard that the king of Qinghe County has an outstanding demeanor, but he has never had the opportunity to meet." If you meet by chance today, why don't you point it out to me? The woman is in the middle of the third floor, and she can see the affairs of the store by pushing the window. The cooker looked downstairs and saw that Zhao Zhen and the others were about to get up and leave, so they hurriedly pointed out to the woman.

At noon, the sun was scorching, and the woman's cold eyes gradually became hot, and she said in a trance: "I haven't drunk wine for a long time, and a drink will not live up to the spring." The cooker will know and respectfully serve the flask.

When Zhao Zhen returned to the Ninghe Palace, the sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun was obliquely stained with the blue screen window, reflecting a stack of plain white paper on the table into a faint crimson. Su Jihe looked at it coldly for a moment, "Official, someone has done something." ”

"Xu is the palace maid who came in and sprinkled it." Zhao Zhen casually called out: "Zhou Huaizheng!" But a palace maid came in at the call, dressed in a green skirt palace dress, standing in front of her pretty, "What do the officials command?" ”

Zhao Zhen felt angry, "What about Zhou Huaizheng?" ”

The palace maid bent her eyebrows and smiled, and said in a voice: "Father-in-law Zhou went to the Shangshi Bureau to tell him for dinner." ”

Zhao Zhen didn't care about it in his heart, and asked again: "Can there be palace people entering the palace to clean today?" ”

"Gonggong Zhou ordered that no one should be allowed to enter the palace, and the slaves and maids did not see anyone entering or leaving. Only ......"

"Only what?" Su and he lived in the military camp for a long time, and his tone was inevitably arrogant, which frightened the palace maid. The palace maid settled down and said slowly: "Not long after the official family left the Ninghe Palace, the king of Qinghe County came, but I don't know if he entered the palace. ”

Zhao Zhen saw that she was smart and intelligent, and there was a spacious and broad style in her eyebrows, so she asked, "Where are you on duty?" ”

"The slave is on duty at the tea service."

Zhao Zhen picked up a volume of documents and held it in his hand, and wondered: "Why haven't I seen you?" ”

The palace maid didn't dare to make a mistake, and said respectfully: "The slave maid was only transferred from the Shanggong Bureau to the Fengcha Division a few years ago, and there are more than 100 female officials around the official family, and there are almost ten people in the Fengcha Division. ”

Zhao Zhen couldn't deny, "What's your name?" ”

The palace maid was shy and timid, and her hands clenched the fine flame at the skirt, like a magnolia that was about to bloom and not bloom, "The slave maid's surname is Li, and her name is Jiaoxi." Her face suddenly shuddered, and her body shook violently. It was Zhao Zhen who stroked her cheek with his hand, and said with a gaze like a torch: "The moon is shining, and the best people are shining." Shu Jiao is entangled. Quietly tired. Your name is good. ”

Jiaoxi is not very literate, although he has only studied the "Female Commandments" and "Female Analects" and other books that teach women's virtues, but he also knows that this is a compliment. She looked down at Zhao Zhen's corner of the silk plain robe, on which a few clouds of cloud patterns were embroidered with silver threads, which floated gently with the evening breeze.