Inside the Royal Palace.

Bai Yixiu was dressed in a bright gold-threaded dragon robe, sitting in the bedroom with sandalwood light, holding a white jade chess piece between his fingers, and slowly falling on the chessboard.

"Fei Ye means that I want to erase Xiahou Ling's name from the concubine selection book?"

"Yes, Your Majesty! The prince said that the cause of Prime Minister Xiahou's death was inseparable from that person, and Miss Xiahou's participation in the concubine selection ceremony was probably more dangerous than safe for her. ”

Qingfeng was dressed in a blue robe and stood aside respectfully.

Bai Yixiu's handsome and elegant face, with a smile like a spring breeze, his eyes were smiling, and he raised his hand to drop a sunspot.

"Can't I protect her?"

He said lightly, and Qingfeng looked at him for a moment.

"Since Prime Minister Xiahou's death is widely implicated, that person will never let his daughter go. And the concubine selection ceremony is a good time for that person, and it is also a good time for me to find him out of the night. He dropped again, and the smile on his lips faded.

"Tell Fei Ye, Xiahou Ling, that she can't be removed, and I will do my best to protect her."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Qingfeng bowed and left the dormitory.

Bai Yixiu's good-looking eyes stared at the dense chess pieces on the chessboard, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

He opened his lips lightly and said to himself, "It's not night...... Xiahou Ling ......"

Night Sky Pavilion.

Bai Feiye was dressed in gold thread and white, sitting at the tea table, his beautiful fingers playing with the bone china teacup, he looked at the tea with his eyes, and there was no emotion on his handsome face.

"The king knows."

Qing Feng stood aside, as soon as he came out of the palace, he arrived at the Night Heaven Pavilion and conveyed Bai Yixiu's words to Bai Feiye.

"What's the news of the secret guards planted in those three's mansions?"

"It's business as usual, and there's nothing suspicious." Qingfeng replied.

"I'm afraid that the person knows that this king is investigating him," Bai Feiye's eyes were cold, "continue to let them stare at it, don't miss any details." ”

"Yes, Lord Wang!"

Qingfeng raised his hand and saluted and exited the Night Sky Pavilion.

The small and transparent bone china teacup was held in Bai Feiye's hand, his deep eyes were deep, and his lips were pursed into a line.

At night, the lights in the Xuening Pavilion are bright, and when you look in from the window, you can only see the light, but no human figure.

There was an escalator in the corridor on the second floor, and on the roof, Ling Ling was wearing a pear blossom white soft wool brocade cloak, his hands on his knees, holding his little face, staring at the moonlight in a daze.

Under the peach blossom tree, Bai Feiye stood with his hands in his hands, and there was no emotion on his handsome face, he raised his eyes to look at the small figure on the roof, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

A gust of wind blew, blowing Ling Ling's face a little painfully, she shivered, and suddenly felt like someone was watching her, she looked around, and finally lowered her eyes to the peach blossom tree in the clearing.

There was no one around, could it be that she was thinking too much?

……

On this day, Ling Ling was pulled up from the bed by Jinrong early in the morning, bathed and changed clothes, and dressed up......

Jinrong said that today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and we must celebrate the New Year cleanly.

Bai Feiye entered the palace early in the morning, Qingliu said that every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, the first emperor would let them enter the palace to accompany him, and the first emperor died for a year, Bai Yixiu called Bai Feiye into the palace to commemorate the first emperor.

She remembers that when the family used to celebrate the New Year, it was always the most lively time.

Ling Ling ran to the kitchen and worked for a long time, found a pot of just the right size, boiled the broth, and moved the ingredients in the kitchen to Luo Rujin's courtyard in large bags.

In the courtyard, Qingliu was facing the small stove he had just set up with a gray face, squatting on the ground, holding a fire with a stick in his hand.

Qing Liu, who was used to it, now had no complaints about Ling Ling's requests.

In the evening, Luo Rujin, Ling Ling, Jinrong, and Qingliu sat around the small makeshift stove in the courtyard.

On the small stove was Ling Lingxun's pot, and the broth in it was boiling. And around the pot was a table where Qing Liu had dug a hole in the middle according to Ling Ling's request, which looked no different from a modern hot pot.

"Spirit girl, how do you eat this?"

Luo Bijin looked at the boiling pot in the center of the table, and then looked at the small bowl with "seasoning" in front of him, with an awkward look on his beautiful face.

At the same time, Jinrong and Qingliu's faces were not much better, they looked at the table and Ling Ling with a confused expression.

Ling Ling raised his eyebrows, poured some of the prepared ingredients into the boiling pot, and said,

"Boil the vegetables in the pot, and when they are cooked, dip them in the seasoning in a small bowl, and you can eat them!"

After that, she held bamboo chopsticks, sandwiched a piece of meat slices in the pot, and put them in the bowl in front of Luo Rujin, her bright eyes were full of expectation.

"Grandma, try it!"

Luo Rujin's eyebrows were about to twist, and she picked up the bamboo chopsticks with some uncertainty, picked up the meat slices in the bowl, and slowly brought them to her mouth. After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Ling Ling's little face full of anticipation, and with a heartbeat, he put it into his mouth.

She closed her eyes and savored it, Qingliu and Jinrong craned their necks to wait for her reaction.

Although they are good young women, she has never cooked, and it is the first time she has done such a ...... Wok? Jinrong really didn't know if it was feasible.

Although Miss Xiahou is his idol of Qingliu, is it really okay to eat this way that he has never seen?

Luo Rujin slowly opened her eyes and looked at Ling Ling, who was waiting for her to respond, the corners of her mouth raised, "It's delicious!" ”

With Grandma's "poison test", Jinrong and Qingliu also tried to learn Ling Ling's method, sandwiched the vegetables, dipped them in a small bowl, and put them in their mouths.

"Miss, it's so warm!"

"Uh-huh, delicious!"

Jinrong and Qingliu seemed to have found a new continent, and kept moving the bamboo chopsticks in their hands.

"Spirit girl, why do you have to eat in the yard?"

"Grandma, I know it's as cold as today, but after all, the house is connected to Grandma's bedroom, and if the smell of this hot pot is in the house, it will take a long time to disperse." Ling Ling tilted his head, the corners of his mouth hooked, "And grandma's courtyard is so beautiful, if you don't eat here, wouldn't it be a waste of grandma's labor." ”

The smile on Luo Rujin's face was even bigger, "You girl, you have a sweet mouth." ”

Ling Ling stuck out his tongue.

Watching Jinrong and Qingliu fighting and rushing to eat, as well as Grandma joking from time to time, Ling Ling felt in a trance that he was back in the modern era. Isn't it so enjoyable to celebrate the New Year at home? I can't help but have a sour nose and red eye circles.

She shook her head, collected her emotions, raised her eyes and said,

"Oh, it's such a good day today, there are scenery, and there is food, and there is no pot of wine, what a pity!"

Qingliu and Jinrong stopped their chopstick battle and looked at her.

What? Want to drink again?

"I don't know what Ling'er wants to drink, but the green plum wine of the small restaurant next to the covered bridge?"

There was a magnetic sound at the entrance of the courtyard, and everyone looked back.

The man walked slowly, revealing a spotless white corner embroidered with gold thread under the silver-gray brocade cloak, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a nose like a gall.

Jinrong and Qingliu immediately jumped up from their seats, bowed their heads and saluted, "Lord Wang! ”

"All right, go on."

Jinrong and Qingliu, you look at me, I look at you.

"The prince asked you to sit down and continue, didn't you hear?" Luo Rujin smiled with his eyes, looking at the two who were suddenly frightened by Bai Feiye.

"Thank you, Lord Wang!" Jinrong and Qingliu obediently sat in their seats.

"I don't know where grandma is, but there is this king to sit?"

Bai Feiye stood beside Ling Ling, the fragrance of flowers in the air carried a touch of ambergris, because of his sudden arrival, Ling Ling was surprised, a little happy, she stared at the hot pot without saying a word.

"Of course, Qingliu." Luo Rujin gave Qingliu a gesture.

Qingliu's figure flashed, his legs seemed to be equipped with a motor, he ran into the house and moved a stool out, and actively took a pair of clean dishes and chopsticks on the side, added a little spice made by Ling Ling to the bowl, and put it in front of Bai Feiye with a smile on his face.

"Lord Wang, it's time for you to come, Miss Xiahou made this today, what kind of pot, delicious and warm!"

It's rare for him to have the opportunity to sit at a table with the prince to eat, and Qingfeng is not here, he Qingliu must seize the opportunity to perform well!

"Really? This king will taste it in a moment. Qingliu, go get a few cups. ”

"Okay, lord!"

With that, Qingliu disappeared from the dinner table again.