"I wonder why the sweet-scented osmanthus and honey lotus root are so delicious," Mu Nanzhi said with a smile, "I want to eat honey lotus root tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow."
"Aren't you afraid of being bored, baby?" Lu Zhishan curled his lips, kissed Mu Nanzhi's hair, and laughed softly, "Why do I remember that Prince Huai told you to eat a few more slices of glutinous rice lotus root? Aren’t you so tired that you don’t want to eat it again for half a year?”
"How can he compare with his cousin?" The child turned around and hugged the man's waist, burying his little head in the man's arms, rubbing back and forth, "Cousin's glutinous rice lotus root, I will never feel bad after eating it for the rest of my life. greasy."
"I will never get tired of eating baby girls for the rest of my life." The man gently stroked the baby's long hair and said softly.
The child didn't speak, but smiled silently in the man's arms.
What should I do
I seem to like my cousin more.
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The eighth day of September in the twenty-sixth year of Jiasheng
Jingfu Palace.
That night.
Concubine Liang sat on the soft couch, listening to the patter of autumn rain outside the window, while cooking bamboo leaves and greens.
She used to be a tea palace maid. She came from an ordinary tea-growing family in the south of the Yangtze River. Because of her excellent tea-making skills and good looks, she was later selected and recommended by the local prefect to enter the palace. She was only sixteen years old that year. Originally, she was just an ordinary tea-maker. She was just a tea maid, but it happened that the tea maid in front of the emperor had an emergency and couldn't get out of bed. The steward asked her to step in. From then on, only the late emperor could taste the tea she cooked. Later, the late emperor ignored the empress dowager's obstruction and She made this lowly maid a noble concubine, and later, she gave birth to the youngest princess named Minglan for the late emperor.
The late emperor's favorite drink was the bamboo leaf green she cooked.
Biyun sat across from her quietly, watching Concubine Liang's hands deftly ironing the teapot and pouring snow water that had been buried under the plum tree for three years into the teapot.
The bamboo leaf green tea cooked by Concubine Liang has another very elegant name - Spring Color across the River.
Biyun knew that this name was given by the late emperor, but she never knew the origin of the name. Since the death of the late emperor, Concubine Liang had never experienced this spring scenery across the river again. She looked at Concubine Liang's wrinkled face. , and then looked at those slender white hands that did not match her age, and watched her delicate fingers use a teaspoon to put tea into the pot.
"This bamboo-leaf green comes from the south of the Yangtze River," Princess Liang suddenly said softly, looking at the green bamboo-leaf green with a pair of aging eyes without blinking. She didn't know whether she was talking to herself or to Biyun, "This is the beginning of spring." The first crop of bamboo leaves are green.”
Biyun didn't speak, just watched and listened quietly.
The tea leaves were put into the pot without a lid. The two of them looked at the white porcelain teapot. The tea leaves slowly sank, the dry tea absorbed water, and the leaves gradually unfolded, reappearing the true colors of the buds and leaves. The tea buds looked like The spear leaves are like flags, the water vapor on the soup noodles rises with the fragrance of tea, and the clouds are steaming and the clouds are as fresh and tender as life.
"This water comes from the north of the Yangtze River. It collects the fallen snow on the plum blossoms every spring and buries it under the plum trees. It can be used the next year. However, three years of snow water is most suitable for cooking bamboo leaves with green leaves," Princess Liang added, leaning forward slightly. Upper body, he gently fanned the rising white mist, took a deep breath, and suddenly curled his lips, "The late emperor liked this smell the most."
Biyun nodded and also smiled: "I still remember that the late emperor always begged the concubine to cook this spring scenery across the river every time he came over."
The characters in the article are all adults~