Jiang Ning had just put down the cart full of cabbage and returned to the palace, and Zheliu had already prepared a meal waiting for her to come back.

Before eating in Jiangning, Zheliu specially tasted each dish with a spoon.

She didn't pay much attention to Zheliu's behavior when she saw Zheliu's behavior, she just thought that Zheliu was greedy and couldn't help but want to eat two bites.

After the willow tasting, Jiang Ning looked at the table full of dishes, Jiang Ning felt that the fatigue he had accumulated all morning was swept away, and he hurriedly sat down at the table and ate it in a hurry.

Jiang Ning devoured this meal.

Not to mention that she was tired from harvesting in the field all morning, and she had the big business of weeding and fertilizing in the afternoon, so she had to eat more.

Just when Jiang Ning was immersed in eating, Zheliu trotted into the hall, "Niangniang, Li Yunhai, the head of the imperial dining room, asks to see you." ”

It's a pity that Jiang Ning only indulged in her own hard work, and didn't hear what Zheliu was saying clearly, and what she fell into her ears was only "asking to see" her second son, and everything else was completely ignored by her.

"Uh-huh." So she wrapped her mouth full of rice, hummed a few times indistinctly, and nodded vigorously.

"Niang Niang auspicious." The old eunuch Li Yunhai ran quickly in front of Jiang Ning, and knelt down tremblingly.

Jiang Ning looked at the old eunuch's face, and instantly recognized him as the head of the imperial dining room that he had just met not long ago.

Seeing that the old eunuch looked nervous and trembled, almost without the slightest indication or suggestion, Jiang Ning naturally thought about whether there was something wrong with his meal.

Jiang Ning hurriedly threw away the chopsticks in his hand, took two steps back on the stool, lowered his head and was about to start vomiting.

But the moment she lowered her head, it suddenly occurred to her that what she ate seemed to have never been provided by the imperial dining room, so she must have guessed the origin of this supervisor wrongly.

Although he was indeed taken by Jiang Ning's actions, but this old eunuch is an old eunuch after all, Li Yunhai immediately adjusted the expression on his face, and said straight to the point: "After Fang Cai Niangniang left, the slave was quite emotional, and the slave thought about it, thinking that the emperor's hard work should not be unrewarded, so the minister decided to spend money to buy the cart of cabbage to repay the emperor's gratitude to the people." ”

The old eunuch said this, holding a bag of silver in both hands and sending it towards Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning was ecstatic, but soon thought of the rationed dishes that Mu Jingzhao had said.

"Niangniang doesn't have to mind, originally this silver was used for the daily diet of this Taoyuan Palace, Niangniang is sympathetic to her subordinates and self-sufficient, so there is a lot of silver left."

Hearing this, Jiang Ning couldn't care about anything else, reached out and took the silver and put it in his arms.

At noon, in the Changle Palace, the maidservants walked into the main hall with lunch, and kept putting the plates in their hands on the table.

At the dining table, Shen Qingrong sat upright in plain clothes, her gauze-wrapped hands naturally hanging on the tabletop, and there was a faint hint of crimson on it.

On her side, Ling Yue held the table with her hands on the table, barely standing up straight, smiling as she watched the palace maids in the room come and go with food.

Shen Qingrong's fingertips tapped casually on the table, "Your body is not well yet, go back and rest, there is no need for anyone to serve you in this palace." ”

Ling Yue smiled slightly, grinning at the missing front tooth, looking like an indescribable sense of joy.

Shen Qingrong's gaze swept lukewarmly across Ling Yue's grinning mouth.

Ling Yue trembled, smiled, and hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth.

"The slave maid heard that today's meal was specially ordered by the emperor, and I wanted to come to the emperor to apologize to the mother, and I spent a lot of thought!"

Ling Yue pursed her lips and smiled, her voice was indistinct, she barely supported the tabletop, and reached out to open the porcelain lid on the table plate.

The moment the porcelain lid is opened, you will be greeted by a full of emerald green.

Ling Yue's expression of surprise instantly froze on her face, and in that plate, it was a plate of stir-fried cabbage.

"I think it's because the emperor is worried that the mother's wound will not heal well and eat greasy food, so he specially prepared this light dish, you see this fried cabbage is green and oily, how beautiful!"

No matter what Ling Yue said, Shen Qingrong always pulled the gauze in her hand without changing her face.

Seeing that she didn't get the slightest response after saying it wildly, Ling Yue shut up stupidly, "Let's go and see what the next dish is." ”

With that, Ling Yue reached out again to lift the lid of a soup pot.

What catches your eye is still full of emerald green - cabbage ball soup.

At this moment, Ling Yue's smile gradually froze on her face, and she casually dropped the porcelain cover in her hand in disregard of etiquette, and reached out to remove the other porcelain covers again.

Until she opened all the porcelain lids on the table, the table full of cabbage was presented in front of the two of them.

"W-That's not right." Ling Yue said with a face full of disbelief, holding chopsticks in his hand and going to rummage through the dishes full of dishes, trying to find the hidden mystery from the dishes.

It wasn't until the chopsticks in her hand swept over all the dishes on the table that she finally deflated, and her whole body softened weakly.

"Obviously, the person who delivered the food said that today's dishes were specially ordered by the emperor, saying that the emperor personally prepared them, how could this be!"

Shen Qingrong's face did not change color, and she picked up a piece of fried cabbage in front of her with chopsticks, put it in her mouth and chewed it.

"This is the emperor's intention, this is clearly a favor from Concubine Ning to the emperor."

Ling Yue looked at the table full of cabbage, was silent for a moment, and still spoke with some difficulty, "Are you saying that this is Concubine Ning's idea?" ”

Shen Qingrong was noncommittal, Ling Yue looked at the table full of dishes, and finally spoke with some difficulty, "You mean, Concubine Ning is hinting that you are green?" ”

"She's demonstrating with you,!"

Shen Qingrong, who was eating cabbage, was choked inexplicably, covered her mouth, turned to the side, and coughed dryly.

"It's too deceitful!" Ling Yue gritted the leaky teeth, and the expression seemed like she wanted to eat Jiang Ning alive.

"Although you have been with this palace for so long, there is still a lot to learn."

Ling Yue was about to open her mouth to ask, when a notice came from outside the palace gate.

"The emperor has arrived—"

Ling Yue instantly forgot the unpleasantness that happened not long ago, she instantly grinned at the mouth that was missing a front tooth, and was about to prepare dishes and chopsticks with a happy smile.

"The slave will go and prepare the dishes and chopsticks."

As soon as Ling Yue walked on his front foot, Mu Jingzhao walked quickly into the Changle Palace on his back foot.

Mu Jingzhao looked at the green on the table, and his brows furrowed almost uncontrollably.

His original intention was to use this thing as a garnish, but he didn't think that it would cause this situation full of greenery.

"This was originally a crop that Concubine Ning planted in the courtyard when she had nothing to do, and I couldn't eat it even if I wanted to come to the cold palace, so I sent it to the imperial dining room."

Shen Qingrong nodded, such an answer was completely expected.

It wasn't until Ling Yue came to the table of the two with dishes and chopsticks that Shen Qingrong got up and Shi Shiran saluted Mu Jingzhao, "The emperor is auspicious." ”

As she saluted, Mu Jingzhao's gaze froze on her gauze-wrapped hand, and her frowning brows deepened a little, "Why is this wound not only not the slightest trace of healing?" ”

(End of chapter)