The summer passed in the midst of rumors.

The autumn breeze is slightly cool and clean, and it blows through a bean field in front of the Guanjia Hall from time to time. The moon and stars are scarce, and the birds are crying at night.

Zhao Zijing stood in front of the window, looking at the watery night outside the window.

Yao Nanxing walked in.

The voice of the palace maid greeting Zhao Zijing alarmed, and he turned around, "It's this hour, why haven't you slept peacefully?" ”

Yao Nanxing said: "I was about to sleep, but Fang Jieyu had some right and wrong over there." I went to take a look, and when I came back, I saw that the lights were bright, so I turned around. ”

While speaking, Yao Nanxing had already walked to the window. Zhao Zijing shook her hand and said, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

Yao Nanxing said with a smile: "What is within the division, how can it be hard." ”

Zhao Zijing held her hand and used some strength slightly. He looked at her, was silent for a moment, and then didn't say anything, only smiled and waved his hand to let the palace maids and servants in the palace retreat.

In the huge viewing hall, only the emperor and queen remain.

Zhao Zijing held Yao Nanxing's hand, looked at the sky outside the window, and was silent. The two haven't been alone like this for a long time, but Yao Nanxing's heart is calm.

She could feel that he had something on his mind.

He didn't like to come to this temple before. I can't tell where it began, but it gradually became a place for him to review the transcripts and privately summon the courtiers for deliberations. It's like ...... The habits of the former emperor were average.

Yao Nanxing didn't ask anything, just gently shook his hand.

After a long time, Zhao Zijing said: "I don't know the moon when I am young, and I call it a white jade plate." ”

After a pause, he spoke again, but what he said seemed to have nothing to do with the moonlight, "Zixuan said that he found that the more he lived, the more he looked like that person. I...... How not.

I used to be so sure that I must be different from him, but now I find that he is right about many things. ”

Yao Nanxing understood, the person he was talking about was Emperor Yansheng. For so many years, Emperor Yan Shengdi has always been a taboo for Zhao Zijing, and he would not mention it unless it was a necessary occasion.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't sort out the knots in my heart.

Yao Nanxing sighed lightly and said, "Being in the same position, your thoughts and worries will be similar." No matter how similar it is, it is only similar after all. ”

Zhao Zijing turned his head to look at Yao Nanxing. Yes, resemblance can only be similarity after all, and no one will become anyone. Just like now, it is his wife who has been with him to this day, not an inner servant.

He is not him...... Nor will it be him.

Zhao Zijing smiled, no longer immersed in the unclear knots, he looked at the bean field outside the window, his eyebrows and eyes were very stretched, "After receiving this bean, it is just enough to catch up with the test oil press." ”

Yao Nanxing saw that his expression was relaxed, so he talked about the oil press with the topic.

In the middle of the night, the emperor and queen joined hands in front of the window and chatted about an oil test banquet.

After an interval of seven or eight days, this oil test banquet was held in the open air next to the vertical arch hall.

It is said to be a banquet, but in fact, the form does not meet the standards of the banquet, and it is not so formal. It is nothing more than summoning some courtiers to try the oil press and the oil squeezed by the new method.

Naturally, the crops that can be squeezed are not only soybeans, and the test oil press is naturally not only tested with soybeans. The oil extracted from various plants is contained in a large white porcelain vat, illuminated by a round of autumn sun, and the color may be like amber or citrine.

After watching the process of oil extraction, among the ministers, they either sighed, or praised, or put forward suggestions, or breathtaking, and all kinds of delicacies of frying and cooking were put on the table. The aromas of all kinds of food come and go, and none of them are intriguing to the tongue.

Wan Wan didn't know if it was because the imperial chefs were creative, or if Cheng Wu had left some recipes. A new basket of delicacies was golden in color and not uniform in shape, some like a full moon, some like shells, and some like oval leaves enlarged...... Thin, moistened by oil and water, almost transparent. It is evenly sprinkled with a layer of ingredients, and the salty aroma is mixed with the potato aroma, and the temptation is doubled.

What it looks like to saliva like a spring, Wan Wan now knows very well.

This kind of thing called potato chips is very tempting for Wanwan. However, she has a shadow.

Saliva swallowed wave after wave. When Wan Wan almost couldn't hold back, she turned her head to look at Feng Qingcheng beside her.

If you choke to death again, you may not be able to live again, and you may not be able to meet such a person again.

Even if you can meet him, it's not him.

Hengzhi or potato chips, which is more important?

Nature is constant.

Wan Wan retracted her gaze, stared at the potato chips for a while, and then looked at Feng Qingcheng. Bowed his head and silently muttered about the dangers of potato chips.

Her actions fell in the eyes of others, but there was another interpretation.

A young civil servant with a round face and round eyes stared at him more and more. Lord Ming's expression was obviously that she wanted to eat but didn't dare to eat, but she kept looking at what Dingbeihou meant?

Seeing Wan Wan finally lowered her head, the round-eyed civil official thought he understood.

Ming-sama: This is ...... If you want to eat, you have to look at Beihou's face!

Could it be that those rumors in Kyoto are true?

Next to this round-eyed civil official was an old man with a white beard, and when he saw his expression, he shook his head, put down his chopsticks and whispered: "This is the charm of power." At this time and at that time, I am afraid that these two people will reverse a position. ”

Hearing the old man say this, the round-eyed civil official sat down and confirmed the guess in his heart, he looked at Wan Wan and sighed, and then said to the old man with respectful eyes: "Students are taught." ”

The old man smiled faintly and picked up the chopsticks again.

There are not only these two who have this misunderstanding, but also a palace maid who serves wine. This palace maid has some qualifications for the errand of serving wine. When the first emperor was there, she was a palace maid who served wine during the banquet.

She saw with her own eyes that Ming Wanwan was once favored, and the first emperor knew that she was good at wine, so he even gave her wine that was different from others.

The palace maid looked at Wan Wan's lowered head, and then looked at the pot of wine in her hand that was no different from other adults. A momentary sigh in my heart.

With this sigh in my heart, I naturally have to be distracted when I do things.

When the palace maid poured wine for Wan Wan, she accidentally poured too much, and she panicked and wanted to retreat to the side to confess, but because her mind was still many years ago, she forgot that there was a Dingbei Marquis next to her at this time.

In fact, this wine palace maid just bumped into Fengqing City, and quickly reacted, retreated to a suitable position and accused again and again.

She didn't fall on Feng Qingcheng's body, and even that bump was only a brief touch. Feng Qingcheng immediately jumped a few steps away, and said to Wan Wan without waiting for him to settle down: "It's none of my business. ”

In an instant, the place where Fang was still smiling was quiet.

The Emperor ......

Hundred Officials......

Maid of the Wine Palace...... She just made a mistake in her distraction, not to hook up with Dingbeihou. Although Dingbei Hou made people want to hook it very much, she really didn't mean that just now.

The palace maid couldn't help but peek at Wan Wan.

Don't be afraid, Master Ming will not wronged her.

At this moment, Wanwan's thinking was still in the danger of potato chips, and she noticed the silence around her, and raised her head a little dazedly.

Feng Qingcheng's reaction was very fast, he realized that his subconscious reaction was too grassy and too eye-catching.

His face has always been thick-skinned, and he doesn't even have the slightest hint of redness at this time. A group of people naturally paced back to Wan Wan's side, and waved her hand to signal the palace maid to get up and return to the position where she was standing. Then he naturally picked up the dim sum and smiled at Wan Wan: "Try this." ”

Coincidentally, it was the small basket of potato chips that he brought over.

Wan Wan had just raised her head, and what caught her eye was the basket of potato chips. She quickly twisted her head away - no, it smelled so good!

Seeing this, Feng Qingcheng was a little surprised. Unlike the moment when Fang Cai happened unexpectedly, he had time to run his mind at this moment.

She believed in him so much, why did she react like this in such a trivial matter?

This is...... Vinegar?

When a woman is jealous, she doesn't care what the reason is.

She looked so "jealous", Feng Qingcheng saw it for the first time. He couldn't help laughing, put down the potato chips, and then spoke, the expression and voice on his face were very aggrieved and wronged, "Wan Wan said to believe me, how long has it been since she changed her mind?" ”

When Feng Qingcheng made that knee-jerk reaction, the white-bearded old man froze, and stayed for a long time in the action of picking up a piece of pot-wrapped meat and sending it between his lips and teeth. Seeing this, the piece of meat fell from between his teeth, wiped his beard and slapped it on the table.

Zhao Zijing coughed lightly, drawing the attention of the courtiers from Feng Qingcheng's body to himself. "What do you think of this oil?"

As soon as the words fell, the adults understood what he meant.

Obviously, the official family means: pretend not to see, pretend not to hear.

So all the courtiers followed Zhao Zijing's words and talked about the oil seriously. In a voice, the round-eyed young civil official looked at the old man next to him.

He pondered for a moment and then opened his mouth to save the old man's respect, "What kind of right is the Four Gate Order? Indeed, this is the charm of power. ”

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