It was also at this moment that her hand was about to touch the mask when she felt that something was wrong.

"Brother, is this the mask I gave you, how has it changed?" Qin Liusu's eyes are still quite powerful, and An Wenzhao's painting is better than Qin Liusu's painting at a glance.

"You've found out." As he spoke, An Wenzhao took off the forehead mask on his face.

"What's the matter, brother, is it just a mask that you made yourself? The one I gave you earlier. ”

"Qin Liusu, in fact, this is the case." Seeing Qin Liusu ask like this, An Wenzhao knew that he had to tell the truth: "When I was still in the capital, the day before we came back, I suddenly found that the mask was broken by someone who sneaked into my room and broke it. ”

"Broken?"

"yes." An Wenzhao replied to Qin Liusu in a low voice. thought that Qin Liusu would be angry, but she still smiled and said to An Wenzhao:

"Oh, what a big deal, brother, even if you accidentally break it, I won't blame you, I'll make another one and give it to you later."

Seeing the good-looking mask in An Wenzhao's hand, Qin Liusu couldn't help but say again: "Moreover, I shouldn't need to send it, brother, the cat you drew is much better than the one I painted." ”

"Then ......" Seeing Qin Liusu say this, An Wenzhao had an idea, and then replied to her: "Then if Brother doesn't give you this mask, you can give me the rest of your gift." ”

Qin Liusu thought for a while, then replied to An Wenzhao with a smile: "Okay! ”

"Then let's go, I'm going to change now."

After that, An Wenzhao put his hand on Qin Liusu's shoulder, and the brother and sister left happily.

Holding the cat-faced mask that An Wenzhao gave him, Qin Liusu was naturally very happy. The cat's face was painted by her learned from An Wenzhao. But it's not as good as his drawing.

Whether it is the mask painted by An Wenzhao or the mask painted by Qin Liusu himself. All this represents her inseparable heart from her and An Wenzhao.

From the day she came to Anfu, from the moment she first met An Wenzhao, her fate, her heart, seemed to be inseparable from An Wenzhao since then.

But what Narcissus said to her today also made her unforgettable. There aren't many men in the world who treat only one person sincerely. These words rang in her ears all the time.

She had never doubted An Wenzhao's heart for herself.

But she couldn't help believing what Narcissus had said. She is several years older than herself, and she has experienced and knows much more than herself.

If it weren't for Narcissus's words, she might not have known that most of the Qinglou women she had always looked down on were poor people.

Those who were abandoned by their parents, and those who were abandoned by their husbands' families.

In the past, she never thought that she and An Wenzhao would have any results. What she hopes for is to be by his side all the time, to be with him all the time, and not to be separated.

But now, she has to think about it.

Her brother-sister relationship with An Wenzhao.

Can she kill Dugu Yi and get out of the way.

Also, whether she will marry An Wenzhao in the future. is to be his sister for the rest of his life, watching him marry another woman, there will still be other possibilities.

If she really married An Wenzhao, would he often go to places like Narcissus Lou as Narcissus said.

Narcissus said that there are few men in the world who are not attentive, will An Wenzhao be such a person.

Qin Liusu lay alone in front of the table, thinking about many things in his little head, many things that he had never thought about and had never experienced.

"Niangniang, you are going to stew soup for the emperor again."

In the Yongle Palace, Zhao Rongrong squatted in front of a delicate small stove as in the past, looking at the soup stewed on the stove seriously.

Qin'er, who was squatting on the side, helped her fan the fire with a fan, and smiled and said this to her.

"Yes, looking back, it seems like it's been a long time since I've bothered the emperor with a bowl of soup like before." While picking up a spoon and scooping up the soup and tasting it, Zhao Rongrong also replied to Qin'er.

"Why don't you feel as good as it used to be?" Tasting that soup, Zhao Rongrong couldn't help but chatter.

"Niangniang hasn't stewed for a long time, and I'm a little rusty."

Zhao Rongrong didn't seem to hear Qin'er's words. At this time, her mind did not seem to be on the stew. The soup didn't taste like it used to, probably because she had something else on her mind.

Finishing a bowl of soup is not a problem. But for Zhao Rongrong, it couldn't be more difficult to watch Dugu Yi drink this bowl of soup that she had drugged.

"Niangniang, the soup seems to have been stewed." Qin'er reminded Zhao Rongrong, but she didn't seem to hear it.

"Mother, the soup is ready." Zhao Rongrong still didn't react.

"!" Qin'er raised her voice slightly and called her, and Zhao Rongrong came back to her senses. In the blink of an eye, the soup on the stove had been boiling for a while.

Zhao Rongrong didn't have time to think about it, she reached out to serve the pot of soup, but Qin'er couldn't organize it, she was already burning her hands.

"!"

"Niangniang, what's wrong with you today, why do you seem to be a little unhappy." Back in the house, Qin'er couldn't help but muttering while applying scald medicine to Zhao Rongrong's hands.

"In the past, I was happy when you stewed soup for the emperor, did Niangniang encounter anything unhappy today."

"Not really, maybe I'm homesick." After being silent for a while, Zhao Rongrong finally replied to Qin'er. How could she easily let people know what she was thinking.

"Alright, sis." After a while, Qin'er applied medicine to Zhao Rongrong's scalded fingers.

"Niangniang, it's good that you reacted quickly and didn't burn your hands, otherwise you would have burned the wound, and you would have suffered."

Looking at his hands, Zhao Rongrong was silent again.

Since Dugu Yi quietly returned to the palace, he has just passed the death of the palace maid Chun'er. Gao Gonggong only ordered to go down and properly handle the relevant matters. This matter has also come to an end for the time being.

"Father-in-law Gao."

"The minion is here, Your Majesty."

In the Qing Palace, Dugu Yi is still as in the past, looking at the twists and turns, and sometimes reading books.

"Your Majesty, what do you command?" Seeing that Dugu Yi didn't speak, Gonggong Gao immediately said to him again: "Your Majesty, what you ordered the slaves before, the servants have sent people to keep an eye on the harem and all the palace maids' activities for the past few days, and they have not found anything abnormal. ”

"In that case. Then keep watching. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, the servants obey orders."

"If you still can't see anything for another two weeks or so, then leave this matter alone for the time being."

"Yes, the old slave understands."

"Father-in-law Gao."

"Your Majesty, what else do you command?"

"The widow has one more thing to ask you."

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"The widow wants to ask, when the widow's father was still alive, did the officials in the court have died for no reason, disappeared, or been murdered."

Hearing Duguyi's question, Gonggong Gao was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know why Duguyi suddenly asked such a thing, so he replied to him:

"Back to the emperor, when the first emperor was alive, the old ministers and new ministers in the court, or died of illness, or resigned, the number is particularly large, I don't know which old minister the emperor wants to ask the story."

When Dugu Yi heard this, he immediately replied to Gao Gong's justice:

"No, the widow just thinks that now Chen Ping and some rebellious ministers have formed a party for personal gain, since the death of his father, the old ministers in the court will more or less be framed if they are not co-opted, as long as the widow finds out these evidence, it is enough to eradicate Chen Ping, a big traitor."

"I see, Your Majesty. When the emperor was alive, the time and reason for the resignation or death of all the courtiers of the previous dynasty were recorded, and if the emperor wanted to check it, he could ...... it."

"All recorded?" Before Gonggong Gao finished speaking, Dugu Yi couldn't help but ask again.

"Yes, Your Majesty. This has been a rule since ancient times. And not only our dynasty, but even the records of a long time ago, some of them are still well preserved. It's all in the Achsson Pavilion. ”

"If this is the case, then the high father-in-law will go with the widow to have a look."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After Gonggong Gao returned to Duguyi, the two were about to go to Naya Song Pavilion together, when the little eunuch outside suddenly came to report that Concubine Xian Niangniang was outside asking to see her.

The time was so unfortunate that Dugu Yi couldn't help but glance at Gonggong Gao, and then replied to the little eunuch and said, "Okay, then let Concubine Xian come in first." ”

Zhao Rongrong's heart was pounding, Qin'er followed behind her, took the bowl of soup that Zhao Rongrong stewed just now, and entered the Heqing Palace with her.

"Your Majesty, please say hello to the Emperor."

Seeing such a scene, Gao Gonggong temporarily retreated.

Looking at Zhao Rongrong, Dugu Yi couldn't help but speak to her first: "Compared with other concubines, Concubine Xian is really the one who cares about the widow the most, and she just came back from visiting her mother at home, so she thought of visiting the widow." ”

"Concubine...... The concubines thanked the emperor for his praise. Listening to Duguyi's words, if it were her in the past, she might have been happy to the sky.

But at this time, in addition to being nervous or nervous, she had no time to care about what Duguyi said to her.

"The Emperor...... Your Majesty, in fact, the concubines haven't come to send tonic soup to the emperor for a while. When the concubine went home this time, she happened to bring some medicinal herbs, so she thought of stewing a bowl of soup for the emperor. Your Majesty, how about you taste it? ”

After that, Zhao Rongrong took the plate in Qin'er's hand and personally brought the bowl of soup to Duguyi.

Smelling the faint fragrance, Dugu Yi couldn't help but say to Zhao Rongrong again: "Concubine Xian's craftsmanship is still so good, and this soup still smells so fragrant." ”

"Even so, then the emperor should try it quickly, the concubine changed two kinds of medicinal materials this time, and the emperor will see how it tastes."

is also like before, Zhao Rongrong's face showed joy, looking forward to Dugu Yi being able to drink the soup he had stewed for him.

It's just that in this joy, there is also a hint of restraint.

"Okay, then the widow will taste what it tastes like." Looking at the bowl of soup, Duguyi did not hesitate. Picking up the spoon next to the bowl, I scooped a spoonful of soup and put it in my mouth.

"Although the taste is a little different from the previous one, the taste of this soup is also good."

Zhao Rongrong's eyes were tightly fixed on Dugu Yi's hand, and seeing that he drank all the bowl of soup, a stone in his heart finally landed.

Dugu Yi had never drunk a bowl of soup like this before, Zhao Rongrong saw him like this, he must have known that he liked today's taste, and said to Dugu Yi happily: "Since the emperor likes it, the concubines will stew this kind of soup for the emperor in the future." ”

On the way back to Yongle Palace, Zhao Rongrong became the uneasy look again.

Thinking that Dugu Yi liked the soup she stewed for him so much, her heart was messed up again. Since beating her into the palace, Duguyi has been to her, although he is not as fond of Yang Ziqi as he is to him.

But think about it, isn't Duguyi good to her? She really doesn't like to stay by Duguyi's side.

Even if he accidentally overheard Duguyi's speech before, even if it was a not light crime, Duguyi never blamed her at all.

Recalling that before sending the bowl of soup to the Heqing Palace, she hesitated for a long time, but finally decided not to put the medicine that Chu Weifeng had given herself into the bowl of soup.

She has been entangled, hesitated, and imagined the thousands of possibilities after Duguyi brushed the medicine.

She didn't have the guts to put the medicine in the soup.