The peony is graceful and luxurious, and it is the king of flowers. Almost all the dignitaries in the capital have peony planted in the homes of the dignitaries. The palace of the king of Chu is no exception, and the peony garden is even bigger. A pebble path winds from the sea of flowers, and finally leads to the hexagonal pavilion in the garden. Song Jianing supported Feng Zheng's arm, and the two walked slowly along the path. Most of the peonies on both sides were still buds, but there were always a few that bloomed first. , colorful, and splendid.
"Pick one for my sister to put on." Feng Zheng suggested with a smile when he saw a pink and tender Zhao Fen, Song Jianing was really dressed up today, the little girl was beautiful and charming, Feng Zheng couldn't help but want to put it on her. The chatting buddy is even better dressed.
Song Jianing looked at the red peony on Feng Zheng's head, and nodded with a smile.
Feng Zheng's maid stepped into the flower bushes, carefully picked the big bowl of Zhao Fan, and handed it to Feng Zheng. Feng Zheng turned around and put it on for Song Jianing with his own hands. The flowers were like beautiful women, and the beautiful women were like flowers. Looking at Song Jianing's moist almond eyes, Feng Zheng couldn't help but exclaim: "If a fairy really descends into the world, with such a face as my sister, she must be a peony fairy in the sky."
Song Jianing laughed, looked at Feng Zheng and said, "I am Peony, what is the princess? Ganoderma lucidum?"
Feng Zheng likes medicine, so Song Jianing praised her as a Ganoderma lucidum that can cure diseases and save lives.
Feng Zheng pretended to be angry and said, "You are a flower, but you compare me to grass. Do you believe that this princess will take care of your sins?"
"Princess, let go of your anger, the people will never dare." Song Jianing hugged Feng Zheng and laughed. Feng Zheng is now a concubine, but when Song Jianing knew her, Feng Zheng was just a helpless woman who was forced by the king of Chu. Feng Zheng's pitiful strength and silent help to her made Song Jianing feel inexplicably close, as if Feng Zheng Same with her. Therefore, for the princess Feng Zheng, Song Jianing never had the kind of awe of Princess Duanhui or several princes.
Feng Zheng saw Song Jianing do the same. She is the daughter of a minor official. Even if she becomes a princess, her father is not high in rank, but there is Princess Rui who is the uncle of Jiedu Envoy or some noble daughters next to her. She looks at her with a bit of contempt. Song Jianing's identity is a bit embarrassing, but she is sincere. Only with Song Jianing, Feng Zheng will be very relaxed, and there is no need to keep in mind the princess's demeanor at all times.
The two who sympathized with each other entered the hexagonal pavilion hand in hand.
The maids served refreshments. The tea is freshly made peony tea. The soup is pale pink, very beautiful, and has a quiet fragrance. The accompanying snack is peony cake. The finest peony flower petals and rice are collected and mashed, and filled with sweet bean paste filling. The skin is soft and the filling is sweet.
This is Song Jianing's first time to eat peony cake this spring. After tasting it twice, she said in surprise, "How did you make this cake, Princess? It's much more delicious than the one made in my mother's kitchen."
Feng Zheng's appetite has not been very good recently. This cake is just for Song Jianing to taste. He said softly, "I have a recipe booklet. You can take it back and look at it later, and let the kitchen learn to make it."
Song Jianing nodded happily, just halfway through eating a piece of peony cake, suddenly heard a voice full of energy from a distance: "Third brother, is my peony garden much better than your hundred fruit forest? Let you change yours. If you don't change it, you will waste such a big place in vain."
Song Jianing raised his head in surprise, and saw that the King of Chu and King Shou had already walked outside the Peony Garden. The King of Chu was wearing a dark purple brocade robe and had a burly figure. The King Shou, who was wearing a jade-colored brocade robe, was actually only shorter than the King of Chu. After about half a palm, the King of Chu made him more and more handsome. The two brothers were like rocks and Xiuzhu, one wild and the other restrained.
Song Jianing slowly put down the cakes, and when the Second Dynasty Pavilion was approaching, she quietly took off the peony flowers from her hair and stood up together with Feng Zheng. Feng Zheng is the princess of Chu, so she can wait in the pavilion. Song Jianing walked out of the pavilion ahead of time, and when the two kings approached, she bowed her knees and saluted: "The people's daughter greets the first and third highnesses."
The King of Chu stopped and looked at the girl beside the peony bushes unexpectedly. Feng Zheng wanted to invite the four girls from the Duke's Mansion to come over. The King of Chu had long forgotten what the four girls of the Guo family looked like. He only knew that the girl was delicious. There was an interesting anecdote in the capital, and then he vaguely remembered a petite petite girl. small figure. Now that we meet again, as a man, the King of Chu inevitably notices Song Jianing's beauty and figure.
The King of Chu was secretly amazed. He didn't expect that the little girl who used to be a big beauty had grown into a beautiful woman. If someone gave him such a figure before meeting Feng Zheng, he would probably accept it. Now... After a short period of novelty, the King of Chu quickly looked away, smiled and said to the woman in the pavilion who was pregnant with his child: "A few of the cherries in the third brother's garden have turned red, and they are here to honor his sister-in-law."
He only talked to his own princess and ignored Song Jianing's salutation.
"Get up." Zhao Heng glanced at Song Jianing and said lowly.
Song Jianing got up just now, Zhao Heng had already passed by, Eunuch Fu slightly bowed and walked over with a plate of freshly washed red cherries, a snow-like white porcelain fruit plate from Ding kiln, with a dense pile of bright red cherries on it, Song Jianing only Take a look, the saliva will come up. The cold winter is long, and there are almost no fresh fruits to eat. The most anticipated first fruit in spring is cherries, but there are no cherries available for sale in the Beijing market.
"Your Highness has a heart." Seeing the cherry, Feng Zheng was also greedy and thanked with a smile.
Zhao Heng nodded.
A total of four stone benches were placed beside the stone table. Feng Zheng motioned the King of Chu to sit next to her with his eyes, and then asked Zhao Heng to sit next to the King of Chu. Zhao Heng took his seat and glanced at a small plate on the left table, a small pastel plate with a half-eaten peony cake on it. The teeth marks were small, and he could almost imagine the delicacy of the owner eating the cake.
The princes were seated, and Feng Zheng asked her husband for instructions: "It's logical that Jia Ning should call the two cousins, how about asking her to share the seat?"
The King of Chu knew that his concubine was jealous and Song Jianing was like that, so he cautiously said, "The third brother doesn't like strangers, you ask him."
Feng Zheng never expected that her husband would say this. Song Jianing was her guest, and she had already expressed her willingness to invite Song Jianing to join the table. The King of Chu actually... In case the withdrawn and indifferent King Shou did not say anything or simply refused, Song Jianing would How embarrassing. At this moment, Feng Zheng really wanted to knock the king of Chu on the head.
She looked nervously at her uncle.
Zhao Heng said only one word: "Yes."
Feng Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and called Song Jianing in with a smile.
In fact, Song Jianing really wanted to leave. Her brother and sister-in-law were drinking tea and enjoying flowers. She was too unpleasant as an outsider, but Feng Zheng invited her, and King Shou agreed. She resigned at this time, which is called ignorance.
"Thank you, Prince and Concubine, for your seat." Song Jianing gave a salute and slowly sat on the stool between Feng Zheng and Zhao Heng. Seeing that he had eaten half of the peony cake and the peony flowers placed beside him, Song Jianing kept silent, ready to be a quiet listener.
The King of Chu was very enthusiastic and urged Feng Zheng to taste the cherries sent by his younger brother. Feng Zheng smiled and said, "These cherries are fresh, let's eat them together." After speaking, he pinched one and handed it to the most restrained Song Jianing.
"Thank you, Princess." Song Jianing thanked softly, took the cherries, and when Feng Zheng started eating, she lowered her eyes and put the red cherries in her mouth. The cherries looked red, Song Jianing thought they were already ripe, and was looking forward to the long-awaited sweetness, but when the peel was bitten, a sour taste spread along the tip of her tongue, sourness made her frown uncontrollably. A big sour word was clearly revealed on the blushing face.
But in front of the two princes, no matter how sour he had to endure, Song Jianing stiffened for a moment and continued to chew with difficulty.
A saucer suddenly stretched out in front of her.
Song Jianing turned his head in shock.
Zhao Heng looked at her almond eyes that were so sore that they could hardly open, and said calmly: "My brothers and sisters, don't force it."
The voice is as clear and smooth as a stream, slow and slightly stagnant, but it is indescribably pleasant and exciting.
Song Jianing was stunned, his brother and sister, could the future emperor treat her as a cousin because of the relationship between Concubine Shu and the Guo family? No wonder this person has always taken good care of her, is willing to uphold justice for her in front of Princess Duanhui, and is also very fond of her younger brother.
"Thank you my lord, fortunately, it's not very sour." With the cherry in his mouth, Song Jianing said unnaturally, and declined Zhao Heng's kindness, mainly because half of the cherry was spit out, it was too ugly, and it spit out a bare core Pretty much.
Zhao Heng listened and put down the plate calmly, his face expressionless.
The King of Chu held a cherry in his hand, his eyes turned around his younger brother and Song Jianing, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up. Others don't know, he still doesn't know his brother's temper? Not to mention a cousin without any blood connection, even Princess Duanhui, even his own brother, ate sour cherries, the kind of cherries that are sour. Hands, serving dishes for loved ones.
Taking a peek at Song Jianing's pink face and bulging clothes, King Chu finally understood. It turns out that his fairy-like younger brother actually likes charming women who are like goblins. No wonder he sends elegant and gentle skinny beauties, and even his younger brother dislikes them. Eye. It is a pity that Feng Zheng said that the fourth girl of the Guo family was only thirteen, so she would have to take care of her younger brother next year.
He was worried about his younger brother, Feng Zheng glanced at Song Jianing, and wondered, "Why don't I feel sour?"
Song Jianing was spitting out the core, her head was slightly lowered, her face was covered with one hand, and she spit out a round cherry pit into the plate, before laughing and teasing Feng Zheng: "My mother also liked to eat sour when she was pregnant with her younger brother. It feels sour, and the pregnant woman must be a little prince."
Feng Zheng blushed, and her beautiful eyes turned to her husband.
The King of Chu didn't have any feelings for Song Jianing at first, but now that he knew that his younger brother was interested in this girl, Song Jianing's sweet mouth would make Feng Zheng happy, and the King of Chu saw Song Jianing's pleasing to the eye, and said with a long smile, "I borrowed the auspicious words of Jianing's cousin, it's really alive. Shizi, ask the princess to invite you to dinner alone." Then he called his younger brother over to accompany him.
He laughed heartily, and Song Jianing also smiled softly, this His Royal Highness the King of Chu is so funny, every time he calls her cousin down, it's for Feng Zheng. Seeing Feng Zheng's blushing face, Song Jianing felt envious while being happy for her. When would a man treat her like this
She was only envious, not paying attention to His Royal Highness Shou Wang, who was immortal in the right hand, and stared at the plate of cherries for a long time, as if she was looking for something.
The author has something to say: Cherry: what to see!
Zhao Heng: I want something sweet.
Cherry: No! I tell you to pick it if you're not ripe!
Zhao Heng crushed one to death.
Cherry: Your Majesty, spare your life, it's really not sweet.
Zhao Heng crushed another one.
Cherry: Hey, isn't the sweetness on Siguniang
Zhao Heng:…