"How does it taste? This is your first time making this. Maybe there is room for improvement. Try this, it's also new to you." Xia Chu said and handed over a cup. It was the plum blossom I learned with Lan Yuying a few days ago. Tea.
"The royal chefs in the palace who can make pastries so sweet but not greasy, soft and fragrant in the mouth are far inferior to you." Xiao Mubai took a sip from the tea cup and praised him sincerely. Xia Chu's craftsmanship nourished his stomach. He is getting more and more cunning. He was never picky about food before...
Nowadays, as long as it is not something he made and cannot be eaten, it is also a lack of appetite.
In her last life, Xia Chu had developed good cooking skills for Xiao Yanjun. In this life, she had to make some real dishes for Xiao Mubai, which were his favorite dishes.
Seeing that he was in a daze, Xiao Mubai put down his teacup, tilted his head and called out, "Achu?"
Xia Chu came back to his senses and asked him as if unintentionally: "What's the situation in the palace now?"
Xiao Mubai told him briefly. After hearing this, Xia Chu raised his chin and frowned, with confusion on his face: "The relationship between the Emperor and Princess Yirou is so good?"
Xiao Mubai continued to eat pastries while reminiscing: "I don't have much impression of this imperial aunt. After all, she had already left the palace and married into the prime minister's house when I was born, so my father would invite her during festivals. I occasionally see her when we get together in the palace, but I don’t know her very well, maybe it’s because of the deep friendship between her and my father when they were young.”
In Xia Chu's memory, he heard the Marquis mention a lot about how he and the Emperor grew up together, but none of them mentioned Yi Rou. Just when he was suspicious, the carriage stopped, and he must have arrived at the palace. He stopped asking. Xiao Mubai simply didn't know, so he would wait until he fell asleep and go back to ask the Marquis.
Xiao Mubai was really tired. The remaining toxins in his body were not cleared. He stood all night without eating a grain of rice. He used some snacks and tea in the car to warm his stomach. Now he felt sleepy. He got on the couch and held Xia Chu's hand. , and fell asleep as soon as he felt at ease.
Xia Chu caressed his resolute face with distress, and when she saw that he was sleeping deeply, she carefully took out her hand. After giving some instructions to Han Sa, she took Chiyi from the stable and rode directly back to the Hou Mansion.
When Xia Chu returned to the Hou Mansion, the Marquis had not returned from the palace, so he went to look for Su Qian'an. Now Xiao Yanjun's wedding has been postponed to the end of the year, and General Zhao doesn't know when he will leave. Xia Chu asked Su Qian'an tidied up, and when the Marquis came back and finished talking to him, he personally sent Su Qian'an to General Zhao's house.
I also happened to ask about the assassination of Guo Weidong by Jiang Hu. This matter has been postponed until today, so I took advantage of the opportunity to send Su Qian'an there to ask about it.
Su Qian'an actually didn't have much to pack, just two changes of clothes on the left and right. However, Xia Chu kept reminding him and stuffed him with many bottles and cans, with their usefulness stickers on them, and finally from He took out a piece from his sleeve and handed it to him with the same black knife spike as before.
"Master..." Su Qian'an's eyes turned red as she looked at the piece of sword she had lost in Guwan.
"This is not the original piece. I saw that your knife was missing for a long time. You didn't tell me. It was my cousin who accidentally mentioned it to me. Then I realized that the piece of knife was lost in Guwan. I asked Wen Tian The guy at the pavilion found one that is exactly the same." After Xia Chu finished speaking, seeing Su Qian'an still looking at the knife spike in his hand blankly, he simply stepped forward and tied it on for him.
Su Qian'an reacted and said repeatedly: "Master, I will do it myself..."
"Don't move." Xia Chu feigned anger, and Su Qianan stood like a rock.
"Okay." Xia Chu clapped his hands after finishing tying. Seeing that Su Qian'an's eyes were getting redder and redder, he couldn't bear to see the tall man's sensational appearance, so he stretched out his fist towards Su Qian'an and changed the subject: "My grandfather's safety is in my hands. Here it is, you have to finish what Bingwen asked you to do. As for Qianle, I will take care of it for you."
Su Qian'an looked at the young man in the sun, full of energy and smiling like a flower. She felt so lucky to be able to meet him and follow him.
Su Qian'an clenched her right hand into a fist, and collided with his fist. The sunlight was tightly covered by their tightly joined fists, and it was like a golden light breaking through at the moment of loosening.
"Qian'an, it's as promised." As soon as Su Qian'an finished speaking, Mo Xiang's voice sounded outside the courtyard: "Master, the Marquis is back."
Xia Chu said 'hmm' towards the outside of the hospital, turned to Su Qian'an and said, "Go say goodbye to Qian Le, I'll be right back."
Su Qian'an bowed and left. Xia Chu watched his tall back gradually disappear into the light and shadow, and then looked away. As soon as he left, he didn't know when they would see each other again.
When Xia Chu went to Hengwu Courtyard, the Marquis was having a meal. Xia Chu raised his eyebrows: "The Emperor didn't give you food today?"
The Marquis sighed: "He didn't even eat it himself."
Xia Chu walked to the table and sat down, lying on the table and curiously asked the Marquis: "Are the relationship between the Emperor and Princess Yirou so good?"
The Marquis swallowed the meal in his mouth and looked a little sad. He paused for a moment before speaking: "The emperor's generation of heirs has withered away, and only Prince Min and Princess Yirou are left. Prince Min has lived in a corner for many years, and his body is not very healthy. He rarely enters the palace, and now that Princess Yirou has passed away, the emperor naturally feels uncomfortable."
Xia Chu changed his posture, holding his chin with his left hand, and tapping the table with his right index finger: "Then it's not like guarding the body to prevent burial."
Xia Chu's mention of this matter reminded the Marquis of the emperor's expression when he almost lost control of his rage in the royal study, and his expression condensed: "Princess Yirou left a last note and wanted to be buried together with Du Hanfei. The emperor was furious about this. "
Xia Chu's index finger tapped the table slower and slower: "Dad, don't you think the Emperor is a little weird?"
The Marquis raised his eyebrows: "What's so weird? Your Majesty is probably angry that Princess Yirou has left the imperial mausoleum out of the way and is going to die in the same cave as the guilty minister. Who else can't be angry?"
Xia Chu was silent for a while, and finally stopped tapping his index finger: "If the emperor has a good relationship with Princess Yirou, then she can follow her wish. Although Du Hanfei is guilty of an obvious crime, he can be buried with the emperor's favor after being beheaded. This land will only benefit the emperor’s reputation and will not cause any loss.”
The Marquis retorted: "Perhaps the Emperor does not want her to be buried with Du Hanfei, because he feels that it will lose the status of the princess and the dignity of the royal family."
Xia Chu shook his head: "If Princess Yirou's last wish was abandoned for this reason, then the emperor doesn't love Princess Yirou that much."
The Marquis was being circled around so much that he felt dizzy and couldn't even eat a meal. He patted the table and said, "What on earth are you going to say?"
Xia Chu's eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers: "By the way, this is it. If the emperor didn't love Yirou, why did he guard her body all night and couldn't even eat breakfast?"
(End of chapter)