After the new emperor went to Luomei Xuan, the news that the newly sealed Concubine Jin fell ill spread in the palace, and the waves were dark for a while.

Ruan Yuyi thought about it, and still recommended Xu Concubine to him, in her impression, although Xu Concubine didn't like words, she was a proper person.

Jiang Huaiyang didn't care about this matter, it was up to her.

Concubine Xu came to see her once and handed over some matters. Although she is an assistant, in fact, most of the chores fall on Concubine Xu's head, and she is responsible for recuperation.

But I don't know if it's because I'm used to it, those palace people are still used to going to her when they have something, and after saying it a few times, they gradually turned to disturb Concubine Xu.

Except for the first few days, it was particularly uncomfortable, but later this illness was a lot of peace. It's just that she always has a light mouth, and she can't eat heavy salt and oil, so she has to put a piece of candied fruit in her mouth from time to time to add flavor.

I thought that Yan Baolin was good friends with her before, and he would come to visit after hearing the news, but Bai Zhiqi had been here, and he didn't see any movement from her.

Ruan Yuyi was afraid that something would happen to her, so someone went to see it in the name of begging for candied fruit, but she was invited out by someone with a sentence "The concubine has not made candied fruit recently".

After that, she didn't think about it anymore, and knew in her heart that Yan Baolin was deliberately going to fade away from her.

However, Bai Zhiqi once came with ginseng and the like, holding a sweet voice, calling "sister" and "sister", but the words he said were hidden resentment.

Ruan Yuyi couldn't hear it, so she simply closed Luo Meixuan's door, so as not to let someone come to explore with a big or eight thought, she didn't have to deal with it, and she was idle.

She hid in her palace for a month, and only after she was completely well did she open the door.

The master is very good, and the palace people in Luomei Xuan are all full of joy, and they are all looking forward to what they want to do to be auspicious.

After thinking about it, Mu Xiang finally proposed to go to the imperial dining room and some noodles and fruit bait to make up for the rice balls that were not eaten during the winter solstice.

A few little maids born in the north looked strange, saying that even on the winter solstice, there is no habit of eating glutinous rice balls, and it should be to eat dumplings. Among them, there was a palace maid who had lived in Southern Province who jumped out to refute, and there was a lot of trouble on both sides.

So the room didn't start to wrap up, but it was already lively.

At this time, Mu Ling was indispensable and had a good time, but now he is nowhere to be seen. Ruan Yuyi sent Qing Luo and Cen Li to the imperial dining room to prepare things, and said to Mu Xiang, "Go and call Mu Ling to come too, don't be bored by yourself." ”

Mu Xiang smiled and went.

She looked at the figure that Mu Xiang had disappeared behind the door, and frowned slightly. It's not that she didn't ask Mu Ling if anything had happened, but this girl was very tight-mouthed at this time, and she only said that she was not waiting by her mother's side, and she was not used to it.

She also sent someone to keep an eye on it, but she didn't see anything unusual on the side, so she had to ignore it for the time being.

A maid in a goose yellow jacket pushed the door in, smiled and saluted, "I've seen Niangniang." ”

Ruan Yuyi glanced at her and suddenly felt that she was a lot thinner. She bowed her head and beckoned Mu Ling to come closer, and the two of them gossiped casually.

Mu Xiang and the others set up tablecloth chairs, and put the various fruit baits and glutinous rice flour and dough that Cen Li and the others took back on the round table, and the large and small dishes filled the small half of the table.

Several palace maids and eunuchs in her palace are still young, and the master is lenient, and this time the son is already chattering and laughing.

A few people cleaned their hands and sat around, not looking at the meeting, and when they were far away, they put their heads together and pondered and discussed with each other.

Ruan Yuyi pulled a small ball of glutinous rice balls, rubbed them together, pressed a small pit in the center, scooped the filling and put it in. After a while, there was a small snow ball in the palm of the hand.

Qingluo's temperament is somewhat similar to Mu Ling, she is a jumper, she caught a glimpse of Ruan Yuyi, and her eyes didn't move and she exaggerated.

"Niangniang is really ingenious, rubbing her hands, it is so round and cute. I don't know which blessed one to eat. This is like saying that she is not a rice ball, but a golden ball and jade bead.

Her eyes were slightly bent, "I will talk as much as I can." "I pulled a little more dough.

It's not difficult to make dumplings, and this sweet girl can even find something to praise.

Qingluo stopped his movements and looked at her, "The slave is sincere, it's not much different from the jade beads." ”

"That's the case," Mu Xiang quipped, "so I asked Niang Niang to keep this rice ball for you, and after a while, I will lose my stomach and see if I will panic." ”

Qingluo giggled, but did not answer.

Mu Ling sat between her and Ruan Yuyi, learning from the appearance of others, but also in a decent way. She lowered her eyes, smiled at the corners of her lips, but seemed to be withdrawn, in the midst of laughter, and her heart was lonely.

Mu Xiang noticed that she was stunned and slapped her with her elbow, "What, don't be idle." ”

She was suddenly pulled back into her senses, and the voice in her ears became real. She pinched the glutinous rice ball in her hand, smiled a little more sincerely, and replied, "Don't dare." ”

After all, after a long time, the bait was wrapped, and the remaining dough was kneaded into a finger-sized ball, and it was delicious to boil it with brown sugar.

These rice balls were taken to the small kitchen to cook, and Ruan Yuyi was idle, so she followed.

The white dumplings floated in the water, and after a while, the water bubbled and bubbled. After all of them floated, Mu Xiang fished them out, five or six bowls, and distributed them to the palace people.

But Nguyen Ngoc Yi was not allowed to eat more. Mu Xiang said, I heard that this thing is sticky to the intestines, and if you eat too much, your stomach should hurt.

Because she only used four spoons. "Is there anything left in the pot?" She asked.

Mu Xiang pondered, "There are about six bowls left." ”

"Send some to the palaces." When the mind arrives, as for whether to eat or not, that's their business.

She dressed up a gift to the new emperor, and when he saw her reading the new emperor, he was also happy in his heart, even if he went back and forth a few more times, he was also happy.

Outside, the snow was a little heavier, and it was flying all over the sky.

When Cen Li arrived at the Heart Cultivation Palace, Jiang Huaiyang was discussing political affairs with Master Li.

He sat upright in his chair with his shoulders heavy, his face uneasy, as if he were talking about something tricky. Cen Li was introduced into the hall, and when he saw this situation, his heart tightened, and the secret way was not good.

As far as he knew, His Majesty had never liked to be disturbed at such times. Not to mention such a trivial thing as sending food.

The man guarding the door outside didn't know how to remind him, and he was harmed by the pit.

When he lowered his head and trembled, he suddenly heard someone in front of him, "Present it up." Then a pair of forging boots stepped into his sight, his hands empty, and the food box was taken.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you do it?"

He replied as usual, "Yes, even when it is cooked, the mother herself watches it." "In fact, the people of this Manxuan do it together, which one is which, and where is the one who is clear.

It's just a matter of making the word better.

"The mother said, 'If Your Majesty uses it slowly, the stuffing and the soup that has just come out of the pot will be hot and tight.' He paused and added, "Niangniang also asked the slave to ask you, can you also send a bowl to Chonghua Palace." ”

Jiang Huaiyang opened the food box, the soup inside was not spilled at all, the rice balls were round and gratifying, because it was white soup, it looked much lighter than the food in Beijing.

"Yes." If she hadn't relied on her, she wouldn't have cried with him, for fear of standing in the snow again and trampling herself.

Sometimes he wondered if she had taken a good look at the weather and sent someone to bring the food.

(End of chapter)