It will be on the shelves tomorrow. I was sitting in front of the computer. It was only at this moment that I remembered that I hadn’t informed everyone yet, because this day came here in complete ignorance.
As a guy who has only published new articles after two years, I should really be considered a newcomer. Maybe many old readers have forgotten me. It's really sad to think about it, even though there aren't many old readers.
To be honest, I was very nervous, very, very nervous. Everyone in the group comforted me and said that the results of this article were good and there was no need to be afraid. However, the real results depended entirely on subscriptions. As for how many subscriptions Pear Blossom will have, I don’t know at all.
Here, I sincerely ask everyone who supports Lihua and this story to subscribe to the published chapters, and also beg for help from those who steal the article, even if it is a few hours late. Yes, I admit, you really drive us authors almost crazy, I think The post forum where my wife is superior has come out, but I can't do anything. There are too many pirated articles, and many great people are helpless. What can I do? But I put a lot of effort into writing articles, writing from dawn to dusk, and constantly imagining ideas, all in order to support my family. So, I beg you, I don’t dare to ask you to let me go, but can you please stop stealing simultaneously? Can you kindly ask everyone not to read pirated articles? I beg you, Pear Blossom.
It will be on the shelves tomorrow. I don’t think I can sleep well tonight. Uh-huh-huh, I’m really worried.
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Then he waved his folding fan and said with a smile on his face: "Look, I scared you. I just said it casually to test you. Don't worry, although I am not the emperor, I am true to my word. I will never promise you anything." Regret. Yes, do you know why I told you this?" Because of this, he changed the subject gently and deftly.
"I'm also wondering, why did the young prince mention this for no reason? Besides, you are from the Hanlin Academy, why did you go to the Ministry of Punishment to interfere?" Fu Qiuning actually understood in his heart that this was Jin Fengju indirectly telling him that Prince Hong's Jun'en was already in decline, Zhang Shaoyan was dealt with, and the Zhenjiang Prince's Palace also lost some vitality. If she wanted to be safe in the future, she really had no choice but to rely on the Jin Xianghou Palace.
"It's nothing, I just have nothing to say, so let's just make it a topic." Jin Fengju only looked at Fu Qiuning's expression and knew that she was already clear in her heart, but modest on her face, so she stopped talking nonsense and said lightly: "Although I I belong to the Hanlin Academy, but it is also a sword for the Holy Emperor. Wherever he wants to deal with it, I will go there immediately. Everyone thinks it is a glorious sight, but in fact it is quite tiring. Well, it is not interesting to say these things. Come to think of it, After picking up the dates in the kitchen, I will take Feng'er and Jiao'er out to play for a while, come back for dinner, and then watch the sweet-scented osmanthus under the bright moon at night."
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The night was dark, and although it was not the fifteenth tonight, there was still a lot of moonlight because of the fine weather.
There were several rattan chairs under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in Wanfengxuan. The Golden Phoenix and the Jade Lady Fu Qiuning and others were sitting there, eating snacks and fruits on the table and talking and laughing. Jin Zangfeng and Jin Zangjiao were running and playing on the ground with two small lanterns. They were two exquisite glass lanterns that Jin Fengju had just brought over today. They were painted with flowers, birds and figures. They were very beautiful and cute.
"The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in more than a month. In the past few days, we should pick these osmanthus flowers, pickle them with sugar, and save them to make osmanthus cakes." Fu Qiuning ordered Yuniang, while gently waving the sweet-scented osmanthus made by Bo Juan. Qingluo Xiaofan, although there were no insecticides and mosquito killers in ancient times, the wisdom of our ancestors cannot be underestimated. After taking a bath at night, I applied a thinly scented essential oil on my body. Mosquitoes are much easier to use than modern mosquito repellent fragrances.
Fu Qiuning thought that she had not seen these essential oils in modern times. She didn't know whether the prescription had been lost or because it was unique to this fictional era. In short, it was very useful and made her, a person who was deeply troubled by mosquitoes in her previous life, no longer suffer from mosquitoes. I will never hate summer again.
"You still need to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake by yourself? There are plenty of them in the house. If you like to eat them, I'll have someone deliver a big box over tomorrow." Jin Fengju ate a crispy and juicy big pear while speaking inarticulately. .
"The things done in the house may not be as good as ours..." But Yu Jie interrupted with a smile beside her. Before she could finish her words, Fu Qiuning stepped on her feet secretly to stop her from showing off.
"Really? Your sweet-scented osmanthus cake is particularly delicious? Is there any secret?" Jin Fengju became interested and leaned forward, letting Yu Jie continue. When he saw Yu Jie looking at Fu Qiuning carefully, he snorted and said: "Good girl, you dare to say it, don't imitate your grandma, guarding me like a thief, refusing to let me know any good things, It’s as if I’m afraid that I’ll eat them all secretly, and I don’t want to think about who in this house supports you? Who gives you food and clothing? It’s true that kindness will be repaid with hatred.”
If he didn't have to maintain some bullshit ladylike demeanor, Fu Qiuning would have flipped the plate of candied fruits on the table to Jin Fengju's face: Fortunately, this bastard can say it out loud, and he doesn't think about whether he only eats these things he gave him? Don’t his children follow suit? How much food had he eaten since he stepped into the Evening Wind Pavilion on a spring day? It doesn’t matter if he eats it himself, he has to force himself to give it away to others. Otherwise, what are you afraid of? Yu Jie is a person with no expressions. She only cares about her temporary pride and always praises her own sweet-scented osmanthus cake. This is good. She will make more in autumn and ask her to send it to those ladies and grandmothers. Then she will be angry. Let’s see if she still dares to talk so quickly.
She was thinking angrily in her heart, but her face remained calm. She just turned her face to one side, and sure enough, she heard Yu Jie excitedly start talking to Jin Fengju about how delicious their sweet-scented osmanthus cake was. This is all because Fu Qiuning lived in Suzhou in his previous life and loved to eat, so he did some research on dim sum and so on. After time traveling, he used these in ancient foods. Because they are all natural materials, they taste particularly good.
Sure enough, when Yu Jie said this, Jin Fengju immediately became interested and said to Fu Qiuning: "When will we make sweet-scented osmanthus cake? Let Yu Jie call me, I want to eat hot food. Yes, the old lady also said I want to come to your place for a visit, so I think we might as well make a date for it, dig out the sweet potatoes in the backyard, and steam a few with water so that the elderly can have a taste."
"No." Fu Qiuning was startled: "As for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, it doesn't matter, but don't let the old lady come over. This place is separated from Kangshou Yuan by a whole garden. Why bother to work for her? She likes to eat I'll steam the sweet potatoes and send them to her while they're still hot."
Jin Fengju put away the folding fan and said helplessly: "That's what I said too. As soon as she comes, your place will not be clean. How many people will have to follow and how many people will have to stare at it. It's just because of the ancestor's intention, it doesn't seem like she wants to give up. It’s like an idea. There’s nothing you can do about it, you’ll suffer the consequences when the time comes.”
Fu Qiuning frowned and said, "I'm not afraid of getting hurt, I'm just afraid of getting angry."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Fengju smiled faintly and said in a deep voice: "Are you angry? I know in my heart that there are a few people who are eager to trample you under their feet. But Qiu Ning, let's not talk secretly in front of Mingren. Sorry, I want to make you angry, but there is no such clever person in this house. I know that when I promised you not to let you enter the backyard, it was because I didn’t want you to get involved in these disputes. When the ancestors come, , I’m afraid it may not be so satisfactory, but you also have to think about it, even if the ancestors come, it will only bother you for a few days. You are the most sensible person, how can you let yourself fall into those things? Intrigue? A few days is better than me letting you go into the backyard and having to face those troubles every day, right?"
After he said this, Fu Qiuning had no choice but to agree. He said in his heart that as long as he didn't go into the backyard, it would be fine, and he really couldn't force anything else. After all, she still needs Jin Fengju's protection, so she can't be too stubborn about some things.
There was a harmonious scene in Wanfeng Pavilion, but in Qingwan Pavilion, it seemed much deserted and lonely. (To be continued)