The spring sun hasn't completely slanted yet. Feng Feng saw that it was still early, so he moved a chair and sat under the wisteria trellis on the left side of the palace gate, ready to read a book.

In the early spring, the wisteria still has only some pale red leaves, but it is a kind of oval row of leaves that resembles a creeper next to the vine grows wildly, and the anti-guest is the main one, and all climb the trellis. Due to the lack of management, the vine has grown wildly beyond the distance of the trellis, and completely attached to a tall dragon cypress tree next to it.

The vine rose so luxuriantly because it was attached, Feng Feng suddenly remembered that if he suddenly cut down this big tree, what would happen to those vines? Will it wither or die? Do vines have to be attached to grow in order to grow, how many have you ever seen an independent vine?

She thought for a moment, then turned back and stared at the thick pile of books next to her.

She picked up a book and flipped through it, all of which were regular scripts in traditional Chinese and vertical rows. These are all books about the history and allusions of the customs and customs of this dynasty, and they are also the homework she must do every day after she travels back. I want to understand what dynasty this is through historical records.

After half a month, she roughly flipped through it, judging from the customs and customs and several major events that occurred, this was the Northern Wei Dynasty during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. However, these books are all traditional Chinese, and the ancient books are not punctuated, relying on "sentence reading" and breaking sentences by herself, so she seems to be very struggling, often taking several hours to barely finish a thin volume, and she still doesn't understand the meaning, so she has to ask Liu Er next to her for help.

After asking too much, Liu Er looked at her with a very strange gaze, presumably Feng Zhaoyi was also quite talented, and now Liu Er saw that she was frequently illiterate, and her eyes became more and more strange. Fortunately, Liu Er always thought that she had bumped her head in the garden that day and broke her brain, so she didn't ask too much, so she was barely relieved. I thought to myself, who said that modern people are like fish in water when they go back to ancient times? Even if you understand that period of history, but when modern people go back to ancient times, at least they can't even read books, and Feng Feng can't see it as an inch.

It's time to hold the lanterns, and this deserted "Farewell Palace" is full of red lanterns.

The food has been set up on the table: a plate of yellow flower golden needle mushrooms, a plate of cloud roasted honey legs, a few plates of fresh vegetables and vegetables, and a bowl of clear soup with a few buds floating in the first flower, full of fragrance.

These things were very much to her taste, and she was so happy that she picked up the bowl and ate two small bowls in a row.

After she put down her rice bowl, Liu Er said happily: "Niangniang, you are much better." ”

Feng Feng nodded, he also felt that he was in good spirits these days, and he hadn't coughed and vomited blood for several days. She secretly said, could it be that she didn't have any tuberculosis? Could it be just an ordinary cold and flu that has now been cured?

If that's the case, that's a great event.

After eating, sitting for a while, and walking along the deserted garden, Feng Feng came to the bath as usual, ready to wash the sweat stains from the day's exercise.

The bath was next door to her dormitory, connected by a small carved vermilion lacquered wooden door. The four corners are pale yellow tassels that hang down. Feng Feng was bored a few days ago, so he went outside with Liu Er to get some potted plants and placed them in the four corners.

The bath is only about seven or eight square meters, surrounded by big palace lamps, and there is a bath platform of about two meters in front, which is as long and wide as a bed, which is for people to rest on it after bathing. The baths are filled with clean water every day, and the heating is done through a secret tunnel on the left side that resembles a northern ondol, and it is burned with high-quality smokeless charcoal, so there is no smoke at all.

Liu Er poured the various petals she had collected today into the warm water with ethereal heat, then retreated and closed the door. Feng Feng took off his wide bathrobe and jumped into the water. The water was no more than half of his chest, just the right amount of warmth, and as soon as his body was touched by water, he was almost immediately exhausted.

She was half lying on the wall of the pool comfortably, looking at the two potted plants opposite with goose-yellow leaves and tentacles-like faint buds, and the yellow tassels lined with green broad-leaved and red flowers, which were very beautiful. The fear and confusion that have traveled back to ancient times seem to have gradually disappeared.

She reached out and plucked a bud in her hand, leaning against the pool wall in the steam, lazily closing her eyes, so comfortable that she almost fell asleep.

"Your Majesty...... Empress...... The mother is bathing ......"

It was Liu Er's very frightened voice.

She woke up in shock, only to hear a rush of footsteps at the door, and before she could react, there was a "bang", and the door of the bath was pushed open, only to see a man burst in with an angry face.

She screamed in shock, curled up completely in the water, and didn't dare to loudly reprimand this "pervert" who trespassed on the women's bath, because the person who came was the emperor!