Song Zhi didn't remember when she fell asleep, but vaguely remembered that before falling asleep, Zhao Yichen put several soup women at her feet.

A few pots of charcoal were added to the temple, and it was the most soundly slept she had since the beginning of winter.

When he woke up, there was no trace of Zhao Yichen.

Song Zhi looked at the empty bed, and suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.

She has been living in the Hounuan Pavilion of the Heavenly Temple, which is the warm pavilion that the first emperor used to pamper his concubines before, but she didn't have anything to do with Zhao Yichen here, but now this position is also a little awkward.

She was respected as a noble concubine, but she did not have her own dormitory, and lived in Zhao Yichen's Heavenly Temple like an official woman.

There were many rumors inside and outside the palace.

"What do you have to be proud of, the master you serve is just a pet kept in a cage, what is your attitude towards me?"

"Then she is also a concubine, a dragon bed you can't climb!"

There were two women making noise outside the hall, and it was hard not to hear them.

Song Zhi leaned in front of the window and watched the two palace maids shouting at each other, she was curious about what was more messy.

"Enough! Is this the Temple of Heaven, the place where you chew the root of your tongue? ”

When the maids of the two palaces saw the visitor, they immediately stopped arguing and stood on the same side, "Xu Zongxian." ”

"I heard it today, and I reluctantly let you go, if Your Majesty listens to it, can you still live?" Xu Xingzhi was a little more stable than a year ago, and he still had a beard between his chin.

"Thank you Xu Zongxian for not killing."

Just now, the two had a full tacit understanding at this time.

Xu Xingzhi waved his hand to signal them to retreat, and when he turned around, he saw Song Zhi leaning against the window and watching.

"The concubine is in makeup."

"Xu Zongxian doesn't have to be like this, I also want to thank you." Song Zhi smiled, making Xu Xingzhi a little embarrassed. "How can I come here today?"

"Your Majesty is discussing with Lin Si in the front hall, and it is inconvenient for me to be here." No matter how steady Xu Xingzhi is, he is still a little inexplicably overwhelmed when facing Song Zhi.

"Why, I thought you were inseparable." Song Zhi rarely talked to people, and Xu Xingzhi was one of the few people in this palace who was willing to talk a few words.

The more I get in touch with Song Zhi, the more I can find that she is two completely different people from the rumors.

Xu Xingzhi is one of them.

"Mother, who is this?" Qingyue took the freshly covered soup woman and came in through the side door.

"Xu Xingzhi Xu Zongxian." Song Zhi skillfully took the soup woman and introduced it to the two.

"Niangniang has just entered winter, is she already going to use the soup woman?"

"I am used to being pampered in the palace, and people have become squeamish." Song Zhi pinned his hair behind his ears and tried to make himself look more energetic.

"Niangniang is in her eighteenth year, and it is natural to be squeamish."

At this point, I'm afraid it's a bit unruly to talk about it again.

"Let's go, let's go, let's play chess!" Behind him, Lin Siji's voice came.

Lin Si saw that Song Zhi was there, and came forward to salute.

"The concubine is in makeup."

"Lin Si doesn't have to be polite." Song Zhi and Lin Xuqiu had never dealt with each other, so they naturally had to be unfamiliar.

"Okay, you go first, I have something to say to the concubine alone." Lin Xuqiu turned his face over and motioned for Xu Xingzhi to take a step forward.

It was this turn, the fruitless figure of searching, that reawakened Qingyue's long-sealed memory.

"Lin Siji, please have something to say." Song Zhi no longer leaned against the window casually, picked up the fox fur and put it on, and welcomed Lin Xuqiu into the door.

Lin Xuqiu made a gesture, "Niangniang, forgive the old minister, your existence is very unfavorable to Your Majesty, for the sake of Jiangshan Sheji and your own reputation, I hope you can propose to Your Majesty as soon as possible to move out of the Heavenly Temple as soon as possible." ”

"What is not famous is not important to me. But I will consider Lin Siji's proposal, thank you Lin Sijian for reminding me. Song Zhi kept smiling, so that Lin Xuqiu couldn't say anything about the next scene.

"In this way, the old minister thanked the mother."

"Qingyue, send it for me." Song Zhi raised his hand and asked Qingyue to send off the guests, because he felt that there was a sickness in his lungs that was about to surge up, and he was afraid that he would give it to others.

"Mr. Xu, please wait a minute." Qingyue followed behind Lin Xuqiu and called out to Xu Xingzhi, who was about to leave.

"What's wrong with Miss Qingyue?" Xu Xingzhi was originally an official who took office from a small place, without those vain bureaucrats, and was polite to the maids and servants in the palace, and there was no official arrogance at all.

"I, I want to ask you, in the first year of Tianzhen, on the day of the triumphant palace banquet of the old general Qiu, have you ever been to the Imperial Garden?" Qingyue was worried that after a year, the other party would forget, and she was even more worried that she was thinking too much and her voice was getting quieter and quieter.

"With a lot of effort, Miss Qingyue doesn't have to take it to heart."

"It's, it's really you."

Xu Xingzhi didn't deny it, but Qingyue didn't expect Xu Xingzhi to remember the events of that day, and he couldn't hide the happiness on his face.

"Okay, okay, if you can't go, if you don't go, your favorite vinegar fish will be gone." Lin Xuqiu kept urging, thinking that it was the maid in the palace who had taken a fancy to Xu Xingzhi and wanted to relieve him.

"It's coming, it's coming." Xu Xingzhi greeted, "Miss Qingyue, the minister saw that the concubine Niangniang's face was not good, the minister's father used to be a doctor, known as the holy hand of gynecology, you should put away this recipe first, and find an opportunity to cook it for the concubine Niangniang to drink." ”

As far as the eye can see, the smoke curls and the cold winter wind rustles the branches.

Xu Xingzhi's figure had long since disappeared into the endless palace street, Qingyue was still holding a prescription for Xu Xingzhi's body temperature in her hand, and she didn't feel cold when the cold wind blew on her face, but there was a kind of deer crashing into the green meaning.

"Does he like jealous fish?" Qing Yue walked on the way back to the Heavenly Temple, and her mouth kept muttering.

"Did you change your style today? How did you take so many fish? Song Zhi burrowed into the small kitchen and poked his head out from behind Qingyue to look.

"No, no, it's the most suitable to eat a warm pot in winter, and recently I learned a little craft from the Chef Si to make a vinegar fish and warm the pot for you to taste." Qingyue's hands were stained with oil, and she motioned for Song Zhi to stay away.

Qingyue's careful thinking was seen through by Song Zhi at a glance, "Xu Zongxian ate vinegar fish today, and he shouldn't want to eat it again in the past few days." ”

"Oops, what are you talking about!" Qingyue's little face was flushed, showing the gentleness of the Jiangnan woman to the fullest.

Qingyue's love for Dou bloomed late at the beginning, and Song Zhi hoped that she could find a good match and live her next life peacefully.

Thinking of his embarrassing position now, he asked again, "Why don't you keep the Heavenly Temple as an errand boy, so that you can have more protection in the future." ”

"What nonsense, I'll be where you are."