After sunset, the weeds in the small garden were finally hoeed clean.

The lamp was lit in the inner hall, and Sun Yiyue lay on the carpet on all fours, and let out a sigh: "It's really not a human job." ”

This carpet was also purchased online by Zhao Fuling, it is big, beautiful, and very comfortable.

Sun Yiyue lay on it and touched it again and again, with a look of envy.

Zhao Fuling glanced at her with a smile and went out with the cut vegetables.

Sun Yiyue's eyes followed her and asked, "What do you eat at night?" ”

"What do you want to eat?"

"Meat."

Zhao Fuling sat on the small bench under the eaves, lifted her eyes and said, "Braised pork? ”

Sun Yiyue sat up, her eyes brightened: "Is it okay?" ”

"Absolutely." Zhao Fuling brainwashed her, "As long as you work hard, the boss will never treat employees badly in terms of food." ”

Fresh food is expensive, naturally easy to use, and you can put it in the pot after cleaning.

There are two stoves under the eaves, one for cooking and the other for cooking.

Zhao Fuling took off her wide robe, lowered her head slightly, and waved the spatula with a calm expression.

She was born good-looking, three points soft and seven points heroic. When she was a good concubine outside, in order to imitate the white moonlight of the dog emperor, she frowned and covered her heart every day, as if she was about to fall down at any time, and that heroic spirit was completely covered.

Now that he is in the cold palace, he seems to be tenacious and tenacious, and even his facial features are much more pleasing to the eye.

Sun Yiyue looked at her face in the firelight, and suddenly spoke after a while: "Zhao Fuling, don't you hate him?" ”

Zhao Fuling is pouring soy sauce.

The pieces of meat in the pot have been colored with sugar, and the color is uniform and translucent. Her fingers are slender and as slender as green onions. The two are close to each other, and the contrast is very strong, which reminds Sun Yiyue of the folk recipes of painted colors.

It is eye-catching and makes people's index fingers move.

She stared at Zhao Fuling after pouring the soy sauce, and then stared at her picking up the spatula and stir-frying. This flowing and picture-like scene made Sun Yiyue almost forget her own problems.

But Zhao Fuling quickly responded to her: "What do you hate? ”

Sun Yiyue was stunned by the rhetorical question.

She watched Zhao Fuling add water and cover the pot before she spoke again: "You and General Shen/Jun were broken up by him, don't you ......?"

Zhao Fuling's hand paused: "Junior General Shen/Army? ”

Which one?

Seeing her reaction like this, Sun Yiyue frowned: "You shouldn't even forget your fiancé, right?" Zhao Fuling, you really have no conscience like this. ”

Zhao Fuling looked at Sun Yiyue in surprise, and then looked at Peony.

It wasn't until Peony nodded quietly that she frowned and explained, "I really don't remember this...... Am I amnesia? ”

"What are you kidding?" Sun Yiyue raised her voice violently, "You are so dignified, how can you have amnesia?" ”

Zhao Fuling propped her chin and thought: "I don't know." Anyway, all my memories are limited to the night before I entered the palace. At that time, my uncle begged me to save the Prime Minister's Mansion and enter the palace for my cousin Zhao Yan'er, who died of illness. Otherwise, Your Majesty will be angry, and the more than 300 people in the Prime Minister's Mansion will die. ”

"And then?" Sun Yiyue asked.

Zhao Fuling shrugged, "Then I'll enter the palace." But before I left, someone threw a dagger outside my window. ”

When it came to the dagger, Zhao Fuling felt that this thing had something to do with that young general/army.

She motioned for Peony to take out the dagger and recognize it to Sun Yiyue.

Who knew that as soon as the dagger was in front of him, Sun Yiyue frowned: "Such a broken thing, how could it be that Shen Chi gave it to you?" He has always cherished you, and he will never give you anything unless it is a precious object. ”

Shen Chi?

Zhao Fuling wrote down the name.

As for the dagger, it was indeed quite beautiful.

It's just that today it's been dug up and mowed, and it's ruined. Zhao Fuling took it and gently wiped it with the only handkerchief on her body, and the dagger regained its sharp light again.

But Sun Yiyue still shook her head: "I don't know." ”

This dagger looks too ordinary, and there is no marking, who can recognize which person it belongs to?

"Then it can't be helped." Zhao Fuling got up, "Anyway, I really don't remember the person you said. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly heard the sound of feet stepping on tiles from the roof.