At this moment, Long Tingxiao actually wanted to say to his father: He didn't want her, because she was the daughter of that guard, and he didn't want the queen mother to have anything to do with that person, even if it was his daughter.

But looking at his father's happy smile and his body working hard for state affairs, Long Tingxiao still didn't say anything, he didn't want his father to worry about his affairs while working for state affairs. Forget it, if you have to take her into the palace at that time, it will be like the queen mother snubbing them and snubbing her.

Sure enough, his father, the only one who loved him in his prime, died soon due to overwork for state affairs and physical damage.

He was very sad when his father died, but the queen mother just calmly said to him: Now is not the time for you to be sad, what you should care about now is how you should govern the dragon city for your father.

According to the agreement, after the mourning period is the day when he marries her into the palace, someone helped him when Long Tingxiao was worried about this matter, and met an assassin when she was about to arrive at the Dragon City Palace, it seems that he is not the only one who hates her in the world, if it weren't for the queen mother sending the palace guards to pick her up, maybe it wouldn't be so troublesome now.

When the guards saw the tragic death of the soldiers escorting her, they knew how ruthless her killers were, and if it weren't for her only maidservant who desperately protected her, she would have died a long time ago, but she only had her last breath left and was unconscious.

"Niangniang, Niangniang" Qingyu took out all the things in the basket, but Zhang Mengjie didn't react at all before she found out that she was fuguing.

"Niangniang, what are you thinking? How about it, what the mother told Qingyu to take, Qingyu didn't take the wrong thing, right? Qingfeng also put down the work in his hand and wanted to know what Zhang Mengjie asked Qingyu to take.

Hearing Qingfeng's question, Zhang Mengjie's thoughts were pulled back, red dates and peanuts to nourish blood are exactly what she needs now, black sesame to nourish hair, wolfberry to brighten eyes, it is early summer, mung beans clear the fire, and choose lotus seeds and white fungus, these two nourishing and beautiful ingredients, in fact, her favorite in modern times is sago and black rice.

Zhang Mengjie took out the amount to be boiled once and handed it to Qingyu, and told her how to take a small half bowl of rice, how much water to put and how to cook it. After giving the explanation, put the rest of the ingredients back in the basket.

Anyway, the people who used to live with her are gone, although I feel sorry for them, especially the maid named Xiang'er. I heard that the incense sachet on her body is embroidered with the word incense, it should be her name, right? No one knows the habits of the owner of this body, so she can live her own way with confidence.

Qingyu was just about to go to the imperial dining room when Murong Xue came: "Girl, what is this?" Are there any good points today? ”

In fact, Zhang Mengjie felt that she could go out to play now, but Qingfeng and Qingyu didn't even let her get out of bed, let alone go out.

"Queen Mother, the daughter-in-law is fine, but it's just boring, I wonder if the daughter-in-law can borrow a few books to read?" In this era when there are no electronic products, Zhang Mengjie is really suffocated, and the things in the palace are not so casual, so it's better to inquire first.

Murong Xue said: "This is easy to say, the mourning family will tell the Hanlin Academy, what kind of books do you want for Qingfeng to pick up." You wake up now, there will be a lot of things in the future, there will definitely not be enough people, why don't you pick some from the mourning family first? ”

Zhang Mengjie said: "The queen mother has already given your favorite breeze and rain to the daughter-in-law, how can the daughter-in-law still want the queen mother's person, hasn't there been a group of newcomers in the palace recently, and the daughter-in-law has picked them out." ”

It's not that Zhang Mengjie likes the feeling of hugging each other, it's just that such a big Luanfeng Hall only has breeze and clear rain, and it is indeed too hard for them, and they need someone to help them share some of it.

"It's okay, you haven't told the mourning family what this is going to do?" Murong Xue pointed to the ingredients in Qingyu's hand.

"This is the lunch that the daughter-in-law is going to eat, isn't the queen mother's appetite not very good these days, otherwise, the lunch will be left in the Luanfeng Palace to eat. If the queen mother thinks it is delicious and wants to eat it later, she can let the imperial dining room make it for the queen mother, and Qingyu will tell them how to do it today. Zhang Mengjie knew that the taste of this eight-treasure porridge should not be bad, but she didn't dare to guarantee that others would like to eat it, so she didn't dare to talk too much.

Murong Xue said: "Okay, the mourning family has been busy with other things in the past few days and has not accompanied you well, what else do you need, just tell the mourning family." ”

Murong Xue's care made Zhang Mengjie think of her mother, I don't know if her mother can bear it if she leaves, but now her grandfather still needs her to take care of her, with her understanding of her mother, her mother will not let go of this responsibility, so at least she has a responsibility to support her to live.

After chatting with Murong Xue about a lot of trivial matters in life, Zhang Mengjie felt that her stomach was also starting to be hungry, and she calculated that the eight-treasure porridge should be cooked in time, but she didn't see anyone who was clear in the rain. Zhang Mengjie had no choice but to let Qingfeng go to the imperial dining room to have a look.

When Zhang Mengjie was almost hungry, he saw Qingfeng and Qingyu bring back the cooked eight-treasure porridge.

"Why did it take so long?" Zhang Mengjie asked Qingyu.

"When the slave maid arrived at the imperial dining room, they were preparing lunch, and the slave waited a long time for the stove to be vacated." Qingyu explained while preparing the dishes and chopsticks with Qingfeng.

The fragrance wafting from the bowl when she opened the lid of the porridge aroused Murong Xue's appetite: "Smelling the incense, looking comfortable really makes the mourning family have an appetite." ”

"The Queen Mother doesn't know that it's fragrant when it's boiled, not only the slaves and maids, but also the masters of the imperial dining room want to taste it!" Qingyu's boldness and straightforwardness, it can be seen that she used to be very liked by Murong Xue.

It seems that this time it really met Murong Xue's appetite and ate seven points full, and Zhang Mengjie and the rest after she was full were rewarded to the next person.

After Murong Xue finished speaking, he said: "What kind of porridge is this, it tastes good, but the taste of wolfberry is a little weird." ”

Zhang Mengjie explained: "Goji berries are for a clear purpose, if the queen mother doesn't like the taste, you can change it to the flavor that the queen mother likes, raisins, walnuts, chestnuts are all fine." Because there are eight kinds of ingredients in it, it is called eight-treasure porridge. ”

Murong Xue said: "The girl knows a lot about food. ”

Zhang Mengjie said: "I used to basically live alone, and sometimes I would cook by myself, so my daughter-in-law knew something about meals," It can't be said that in her previous life, her mother was busy making money to support her family, and she was the cook.

Murong Xue listened to Zhang Mengjie's words and said sadly: "Girl, I've suffered you all these years. ”

"It's all over, won't there be a queen mother in the future, but you also saw it today, and there are times when the imperial dining room is too busy. Didn't you say just now that the daughter-in-law can say whatever she needs, can the daughter-in-law set up a small kitchen in Luanfeng Hall by herself, and have the opportunity to taste the cooking skills of the daughter-in-law in the future. Zhang Mengjie saw that Murong Xue was a little sad, and immediately changed the topic when she thought of Qingyu's words just now.

Murong Xue thought for a while and said, "It's not appropriate to be exempt from cooking in person in the future, but it's more convenient for you to have a small kitchen in your body now, and when the mourning family goes back, you will order someone to find a craftsman." ”

"Thank you, Queen Mother!" Zhang Mengjie feels that she is quite happy now.