"That's good." The Queen Mother nodded slightly, eyes still closed.
"Now Ninggu Pagoda only has the Imperial Forest Army," Bi Qiao looked at the Empress Dowager's expression. After a pause, he added, "They are all under the hands of Lord Long Live. Naturally, no villain will do evil, and the eldest prince will be safe and sound. Don't worry, Queen Mother."
"What's the use of worrying?" The Queen Mother sighed. Opening her eyes, she put the emerald colored glass beads bracelet in her hand on the small table, and she turned to look at the compassionate Avalokitesvara on the Buddhist altar. While sighing, "The Ai family used to wholeheartedly hope that he would win the Ninth Five-Year Plan and take over the world, but now he only hopes that he will be healthy and safe."
"The crown prince is under the protection of the queen mother. Naturally, everything will go smoothly. Don't worry, queen mother." Bi Qiao stepped forward to comfort her in a hurry, and couldn't help her voice hoarse when she said this. Too busy to look away and wipe the corners of his eyes.
"The Ai family has to protect him. With the Ai family, he can live in peace for a day, even for him. The old bones of the Ai family will have to endure for a few more years." The queen mother said solemnly, taking the teacup . Take a sip of tea.
"Queen, you said..." Bi Qiao bit her lip, and it took her a long time to continue whispering. "Are you saying that Lord Long Live really wants to put the First Prince to death?"
The Empress Dowager remained silent, staring at the Avalokitesvara in a daze, and finally let out a long sigh: "What a crime."
The seventh day of July in the thirty-second year of Jiasheng
Ning Guta.
A Chou used to only know that July 7th is the Qiqiao Festival, which is not the only festival in the Clothes Bureau, but in the Needle Works Bureau. She followed people to see that all the embroiderers and maids in the Needle Works Bureau behaved well that day It is said that she is praying that she can be as dexterous as the Weaver Girl. Ah Chou doesn't believe this, and she has never worshiped any Weaver Girl Cowherd, but she can embroider with good hand, and it is all Xiangmao. Mama taught well, so, it is better to invite a good master than to worship any temple or lady.
It's just that from this year onwards, July 7 has added another and more important meaning to Ah Chou.
On this day, just this morning, Ah Chou got up half an hour earlier than usual, she put on her clothes in the dark, combed her hair in a messy way, and then entered Zhong Mingwei's room lightly , changed the mat for Zhong Mingwei, and then groped into the kitchen in the dark.
Today, Ah Chou lighted candles generously in the kitchen, and then kneaded noodles. In the past, A Chou used water to make dough, but today A Chou used duck eggs, and only duck eggs. He didn’t put a drop of water. There were nine duck eggs. She didn't even wrinkle her head, and then began to knead the dough. The loose and sticky dough gradually formed into a ball under her hands, and it became smoother and softer. Ah Chou looked at the yellow and orange noodles under her hand, and felt happy. Knead more vigorously.
After kneading the dough, A Chou brought a rolling pin. A Chou didn't know how to roll the dough before, but she learned it at Duan's house. Now she is a good hand. Zhong Mingwei likes to eat harder noodles. A Chou Chou's dough is a little harder. It takes a lot of effort to roll out such a hard dough. After a while, A Chou was already tired and sweaty. A Chou stopped and drank a large bowl of water. , and then continued to bend over to roll the noodles. After drinking three bowls of water, the noodles were finally rolled out, and Ah Chou was so busy that he cut the noodles.
She didn't know how people's Changshou noodles used only one long noodle for a bowl of noodles, so she could only use a stupid method, connecting the thin noodles end to end, kneading them carefully, and waiting Finally, it was about the length of a bowl. Ah Chou's wrists were so sore that it was unbearable. I dare to say that this delicate work is much more tiring than chopping materials. Fortunately, she got up early.
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Zhong Mingwei woke up very early, no wonder Ah Chou woke him up, since as long as he can remember, he always got up very early this day, and was always woken up before dawn, and then went into the house in the dark. From the palace to Baohua Temple, amidst the chanting of the monks, he knelt down to the memorial tablet on the altar for a whole day.