Guo Boyan's return moistened Lin's face, and in the Hundred Fruit Forest in the Shouwang Mansion next door, more and more cherries were ripening. In just three days, Eunuch Fu almost looked at the cherries on the south side of the treetops. red. That day, the four girls ate a sour cherry, and although the master did not punish him, Eunuch Fu blamed himself very much and tried to atone for the merit.
"My lord, the cherries are a little more ripe, and it is estimated that we can pick a full basket. You see, we live next to the Guogong's mansion. As the saying goes, distant relatives are worse than close neighbors. If you don't want to send some cherries over, please Mrs. Tai and a few girls have a taste. ?" After walking around the cherry forest, Eunuch Fu returned to the Dequ Pavilion and said with a smile on his face.
The god-like Shou Wangye does not practice calligraphy and painting every day, just like now, he asked someone to bring a rattan chair over, lay on it leisurely, closed his eyes and rested in the sweet cherry fruit aroma, birds and birds far and near. Chirp, more melodious and sweet than the tune played by the singer.
But Eunuch Fu knew that the master was not asleep, because the jade fracture fan in the master's hand was knocking on and off, knocking on the waist and abdomen.
Eunuch Fu's voice fell, and it took another half a cup of tea before Zhao Heng opened his eyes. His indifferent gaze swept across the red cherries on the tree, Zhao Heng closed his eyes again, and said slowly, "The palace, the palace, the Changxin Courtyard, the fifth son, one plate each."
Eunuch Fu was slightly surprised and immediately understood. Now the cherries have not yet matured in large numbers, and the palace only eats tribute from Dengzhou. Although the cherries here are few, they are rare at this juncture. Sending them to the emperor to taste early adopters is both filial and thoughtful. Otherwise, it will only be given to the Duke's Mansion, and the emperor may be unhappy when he hears the news. The Duke's Mansion learns that there is not even the emperor, and he is afraid that he will not be able to survive even if he eats land.
As for the fifth son, Eunuch Fu laughed. The fifth son was raised by Lin's side. When his son got delicious cherries, would the Lin family ask his daughter to taste it together? In this way, the fourth girl can taste the master's intention, and it will not make others suspicious. The only regret is that the master's expression is too subtle, and the fourth girl is probably still in the dark.
But the four girls are still young, so before the master decides to express his intentions, it is safe to do so.
Calling a few little eunuchs, Eunuch Fu sent out two red cherries and told them to pick them according to the ripe color. The basket is nearly full. After the cherries were picked, Eunuch Fu squatted on the ground and personally selected them. The best one was sent to the palace. The rest were about the same. The Chu Palace, Changxin Courtyard, and Linyuntang were all packed, and there was still the bottom of the basket. After Eunuch Fu asked the prince for instructions, he distributed it to a few busy little eunuchs.
When the cherries were delivered to the Chongzheng Hall, Emperor Xuande had just finished his work, and he saw that it was almost noon, and he was about to go to Queen Li in the middle palace. Looking at the plate of red and bright cherries brought in by the eunuch Wang En, Emperor Xuande couldn't help but pinch and put one in his mouth.
Emperor Xuande squeezed another one.
Wang En said with a smile: "In the past, His Highness always disliked His Highness's Hundred Orchards, but now it seems that His Highness's fruit trees are planted right, and no matter how good the tribute is, it is not as fresh as the one in His Highness's garden. ."
Emperor Xuande nodded and looked at the cherry in front of him, but there was a familiar helplessness in his heart. They are all biological sons. He hopes that each of them will have a future. The third child is the most handsome and romantic. Unfortunately, he is a stutter, and he can't get out of it himself. Such a son, how should he arrange errands? He was unwilling to do it, and when his father's errand was given to him, he felt uncomfortable.
"Take it together, and ask the queen to try it." Emperor Xuande said as he walked out.
Wang En followed with cherries.
In Duke Wei's mansion, Song Jianing came back from studying and happened to see Caiwei walking over from the kitchen with a tray of cherries. She did not satisfy her cravings, but made her more and more concerned about the fact that the cherries were about to ripen.
Caiwei smiled and said, "No, it's because the cherries in Lord Shou's garden are ripe, and I gave a plate to Mrs. Tai. Didn't our fifth son fall into the eyes of the prince, so he gave the fifth son a plate alone."
Song Jianing understood and entered the eastern room of Huanyueju with her. Brother Mao had been waiting for the cherries for a long time, staring at the cherries with big eyes and drooling, Song Jianing hugged his brother and asked him, "These are Brother Mao's cherries, are they for my sister?"
"Here!" Brother Mao nodded vigorously.
Song Jianing kissed his brother.
When it was Brother Mao's turn, how should he eat cherries? Lin had taken care of children and knew that his son could eat them by himself, but the adults had to remind him to spit out the seeds. Song Jianing, who had been choked to death by a lychee once, did not agree with anything. She was not allowed to touch the cherries. She washed her hands and deseeds the cherries herself, leaving only the pulp for her younger brother.
"Okay, Brother Mao is still young, so he can't eat too much." After eating with the siblings for a while, Mrs. Lin hugged her still greedy son and asked her daughter to take away the cherries.
Song Jianing looked at his younger brother helplessly and left with the cherries in his hand. He wanted to keep some for his stepfather, but her mother said no, so she ate them all.
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At dusk, Guo Xiao, who had been promoted to the top of the seventh rank in military service, rode out of the horse barracks on horseback.
Guo Xiao turned back and recognized that the person who called him was a sect in the capital. But this time Guo Xiao had something to do, so he bowed his hands to the other party and said, "I have to go back to the city later today, Brother Yang, let's go first." After he finished speaking, he rode his horse and galloped towards the west of the barracks.
About two quarters of an hour later, Guo Xiao came to a small village. During the day, he led his troops through here, and by chance found two cherry trees planted in the courtyard of a family, with some red fruits on the tops of the trees. According to memory, Guo Xiao quickly found the family. The man in charge was chopping firewood. When he saw a soldier at the door, he ran out quickly.
Guo Xiao wanted to buy cherries. The man looked at his own cherry tree and said honestly, "Not many ripe ones. I'll pick a few red ones and give them a taste to the army master. It doesn't cost any money."
Guo Xiao nodded and said only: "All the red ones."
The man went to pick cherries enthusiastically, or stepped on the bench, or turned over to the wall next to him, picked all the red cherries he could get, and barely filled a large porcelain bowl. As soon as the man jumped down, the four or five-year-old boy in the family ran over happily and asked for cherries. The man pushed his son away and reverently held the big bowl in front of Guo Xiao.
Guo Xiao took out the purse he was wearing, which contained a dozen taels of silver. Guo Xiao fell directly to the ground, and then poured the cherries from the bowl into the purse. There was not one left. Finally, he returned the bowl to the man without saying a word. gone. He just got on the horse, and the boy in the gray cloth suddenly cried, crying that he had been robbed of cherries, but his father flushed with excitement, quickly picked up the silver on the ground, picked up his son and ran into the house.
Guo Xiao galloped all the way, returned to the Duke's Mansion, dismounted and said to the doorman, "Please go to the Yihexuan, the eldest girl, the fourth girl, and the fifth son."
The concierge promised to send someone to deliver the message.
Song Jianing was working as a driver for his younger brother. He was dragging the Trojan horse Doudou around in the yard. Hearing that Guo Xiao invited her to follow his younger brother, Song Jianing asked in confusion, "What did the prince say?"
The little maid shook her head and said, "The concierge didn't say anything, but also invited the eldest girl."
Sister Tingfang also went, Song Jianing was relieved, she told her mother, and she led her brother out the door. The sister and brother walked slowly, and met Tingfang halfway. When the three of them stepped into the Yihexuan to go up to the room, Guo Xiao had already changed into a homely robe and sat on the throne in the north with a stern face. Glancing at the two younger sisters, Guo Xiao said lightly, "I passed a family who raised cherry trees on the road, and they all picked this. It's not worth showing it to my grandmother, so the three of you should eat it."
A purse of cherries, the green ones were picked out, and there were more than a dozen left, and the bottom of the plate was not covered, which was indeed a bit pitiful.
But this is the brother's intention, Tingfang was very happy, smiled and thanked, grabbed one and handed it to Brother Mao.
Brother Mao had already learned how to eat cherries. Little Fatty took the cherries in his hand and handed them over to his sister, waiting for her to feed them. Song Jianing smiled, sat on the chair at the lower right of Guo Xiao, lowered his head and peeled the cherries. Brother Mao supported his sister's leg. As soon as she peeled off, he opened his mouth, like a chick waiting to be fed under the porch.
Tingfang laughed while eating.
Guo Xiao looked at Brother Mao, frowned suddenly, and asked Song Jianing, "Brother Mao has eaten cherries?"
Brother Mao was only a few months old when the cherries were ripe last year. He couldn't eat cherries, and he would have forgotten to eat them. Then, if he hadn't eaten cherries recently, he was curious about everything. You should put it in your mouth first, instead of giving it to your sister sensible.
Tingfang didn't want to mention Shouwangfu at first, but her brother was too smart to guess it with a little clue, she had to explain with a smile: "His Royal Highness Shouwang sent two plates during the day, and they are not very familiar, only grandmother and brother Mao are separated. I got a plate, but I ate it, and the one my brother brought back is sweeter."
Song Jianing couldn't help laughing, it was obviously the sweet cherry from Shouwang's Mansion. Sister Tingfang would really make her brother happy.
Guo Xiao is not a child of how old, can a fruit tree in the yard of an ordinary rural family be compared with the meticulous care of Shouwangfu? Thinking that the cherries he had painstakingly obtained were a step slower and not as good as the Shouwangfu's, Guo Xiao's good mood all the way disappeared. Looking at the stepsister who only fed Brother Mao but didn't move a single cherry, Guo Xiao's eyes froze, and a fire burst into his chest.
After the younger brothers and sisters left, Guo Xiao called to Ah Shun and ordered in a cold voice: "You go to Zhuangzi in the eastern suburbs and ask Zhuangtou to pick a few plots of land to plant fruit trees. Any fruit trees that can be planted in the capital will go to Zhuangzi. If you have... By the way, if you buy it and it will bear fruit next year, if you can't make it, you will be punished with fifty boards and sold."
Ah Shun was astonished. He didn't know why Shi Ziye suddenly collided with the fruit tree, but looking at Shi Ziye's livid face, Ah Shun didn't dare to say anything, and he arranged it honestly.
Guo Xiao was still puzzled. As night fell, he went to the back garden alone, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he walked under the high wall shared by Guo Gongfu and Shou Wangfu.
Opposite is Baiguolin, Guo Xiao stood in the dark with his hands behind his back, and after a long time, he let out a long breath and left.
The author has something to say: Persimmon tree: I seem to feel a murderous aura.
Cherry Tree: Hey, the slave family is so scared.
Persimmon Tree: It's okay, I will protect you!
The night was like water, and suddenly there was a sound of tree trunks shaking from the back garden of the palace.
Hahahaha, forgive my bad taste, sometimes inspiration comes, I feel uncomfortable if I don't write, but I really think it's funny...