"If only they hadn't been sold into the ...... of the Green House"

Murong Bai interrupted, "If they hadn't been sold into Qinglou, in the hands of the bandits, they would inevitably die, and if they fell elsewhere, they wouldn't necessarily be better than Baoyue Tower." ”

Wang Ziqi suddenly found that the rules of this world were completely different from what she had known before.

Murong Bai said, "Miss Wang was born as the concubine of the Wang family, and her status is noble, but many people in this world are different from Miss Wang, and they need to struggle for survival, fame and fortune, and there are many things to survive. ”

"What about you, aren't you like me?" Subconsciously, Wang Ziqi asked something like this.

Murong Bai pursed his lips and laughed again, "Naturally, it's different. ”

"And what do you live for?"

"Family, or affection." Murong Bai looked into the distance, the snow was filled, and the buildings and alleys of Liangzhou City were a little unreal.

Murong Bai's voice was still very faint, as if it was floating into his ears from the wind, Wang Ziqi was stunned, and it was rare for him to start thinking about life.

———I'm the dividing line———

In Jinhua Palace, Cui Yan is learning to make plum blossom cakes with Mama Wang.

First take the plum blossom and soak it in water, mix in red beans and glutinous rice flour, then take oil and sugar and stir it into a pulp, pour it into the plum blossom box after fermentation, and steam it over high heat. The process is not complicated, but Cui Yan has failed several experiments, either not fluffy enough, or too many pores and not delicate enough.

In the end, Cui Yan gave up and simply stopped tossing.

Cui Yan sighed and said, "It seems that I really am not the material to be a cook." ”

Mama Wang praised, "Niangniang has done a good job." ”

Cui Yan stuck out her tongue and said, "Mama, I still have self-knowledge." ”

Mama Wang said in her heart that even if it is unpalatable, the emperor will like it. What's more, the pastries made by Cui Yan are far from being unpalatable in terms of taste.

Cui Yan got up and stretched out, Qinghe came up and pinched Cui Yan's shoulder, and said, "Niangniang, the bath soup is ready." ”

Cui Yan raised her sleeve and sniffed it, and sure enough, there was a smell of pastry, and her body was also a little sore. By the time Cui Yan took a shower and changed her clothes and returned to the flower hall, Xiao Yu had already eaten half of the plum blossom cake.

Cui Yan glared at Bai Zhi, walked up to Xiao Yu, and picked up a piece to eat, the pastry was completely cold, and the taste was far less sweet and soft than that made by Mama Wang.

Cui Yan put the plum blossom cake back, picked up the whole plate and was about to leave.

Xiao Yu hurriedly pulled the person back, didn't speak, and looked at Cui Yan pitifully, her already clear eyes were a little misty, just like Bambi.

Cui Yan once again felt that this world was a bit mysterious.

She thought that Xiao Yu was gloomy and domineering, but he could still be a scoundrel and shameless, and at this time, he could still be pitiful......

As soon as she thought of the adjective "pitiful", Cui Yan felt goosebumps on her body.

"It's not tasty."

Xiao Yu ate this kind of pastry when he was very young, and the taste must be able to distinguish it at once.

"As long as it's made by Yan'er, I like it." Xiao Yu took advantage of the situation, took the person into his arms, raised his hand and picked up the plate in Cui Yan's hand and put it on the table.

Bai Zhi walked out very interestingly, and there were two emperors and queens left in the room, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became ambiguous.

"It's not for you." Cui Yan whispered.