"It's enough to have a comb cucumber and almond cheese." An Yi sat down opposite Concubine Zhu. Since she asked her to order it, she would be polite.

There is nothing rare about swallows, abalone fins, just that they have to eat cucumbers in this winter... Hu Yue raised her eyebrows and looked at An Yi in an exploratory manner. Seeing An Yi's calm look of "just wanting to eat an ordinary home-cooked side dish", she suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but look at Concubine Zhu with a slight change of color.

Concubine Zhu ignored Hu Yue, her eyebrows and eyes remained motionless, and she still maintained Duan Ya's generous behavior just now: "I asked someone to talk to Grandma Xing." She turned to An Yi and said, " Grandma Xing is the chef here, and the vegetarian dishes and desserts she cooks are unique."

An Yi smiled sweetly: "That's to try it." He looked up at the wintersweets blooming all over the trees, and smiled: "If it weren't for the invitation of the concubine, I wouldn't know that there was such a good place in the capital."

Concubine Zhu smiled lightly and poured her a cup of fragrant tea: "Try the flower tea from my own cellar."

An Yi tasted it and said, "It's jasmine tea, can there be plum tea? This is how it works."

This time, even Lady Lan couldn't help looking at An Yi. Others invited her to dinner, but she was picky and didn't say anything about it. She even had to pick on the fragrant tea she made by herself. This was really rude. An Yi seemed to be unaware of it, and continued to smile at Concubine Zhu, waiting for Concubine Zhu to reply.

Concubine Zhu finally stopped for a moment, and then said as if nothing had happened: "I haven't made that tea for many years. If you don't like this, and someone will change it to you, what do you usually like?"

An Yi brought a little provocatively and said, "Yunwu Zhilin Tea." She laughed wantonly: "I like to use that tea with the tea cup that has rained through the sky blue in Junyao. It is really pleasing to the eye and will never get bored."

It’s like she is quite rich. Even if she is rich, she can’t buy the best Yunwu Zunlin Tea. Although she is a villager now, who doesn’t know that An Baoliang used to be so poor that he only had a pair of belts. This time, even Hu Yue is seriously disgusted with An Yi.

Concubine Zhu looked at An Yi silently, her familiar eyebrows and eyes, her familiar expression and aura, and even her angry look and charm, she was also dressed up in a dress that she loved to make for her daughter back then, and her food hobbies were the same, but An An was dead. Since An Yi was prepared, how could she not respond to the challenge? Concubine Zhu smiled like a spring flower blooming: "Put the chanlin tea for Shuhui Township, tell Mrs. Qing that the best cloud and mist chanlin tea must be matched with a good rainy sky Qingjun kiln tea utensil."

Mo Kuiju's financial resources were indeed unusual, but in a short while, the tea and tea sets were delivered to An Yi. Concubine Zhu warmly greeted An Yi: "Take it, do you still like it?"

An Yi tasted it and smiled with her eyebrows and eyes: "The tea is good, but the tea brewer is a little less skilled, and she only brewed the charm of the tea for eight points."

"If you have the chance in the future, you must try the tea made by the village master." When the hot dishes came up, Concubine Zhu called An Yi to eat the dishes. She looked at the comb cucumber that An Yi had stopped eating after only one chopstick, and said lightly: "Is it not done to the taste?"

An Yi took a silver spoon and poked the almond cheese to pieces: "Actually, it's not that I like to eat, but an old friend loves to eat. Today is just a chance, so I specially ordered it to pay tribute to her."

Hu Yue couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly pulled her face down, stepped forward and said coldly: "I'd like to be careful of my words. Our concubines are kind enough to host a banquet to celebrate you, but you are so rude, aren't you afraid of being laughed at if you spread it out?"

Isn’t it just that she is not well-educated, and there are fewer people without mothers. An Yi said indifferently: “There are more rude people than me, and there are more people who are less afraid of giving jokes than me. What am I afraid of?”

What this said clearly means is just ridiculing Concubine Zhu. Hu Yue was furious and picked up the teacup and wanted to pour it on An Yi's face. Mrs. Lan stopped her in time. An Yi smiled and looked at Concubine Zhu: "Concubine, your person wants to splash tea soup with me. Don't you teach her a lesson?"

Concubine Zhu's eyelids twitched, and her eyes were unconscious: "What do you want? I thought you were looking for me one after another because you wanted to make friends with me."

You are a concubine who abandons your family and is a concubine, and you are crazy about being a friend of yours. An Yi looked into Concubine Zhu's eyes without hesitation: "I look for you one after another, because I want to speak up for someone. Do you want to hear it?"

"Pretty Concubine, let's go." Hu Yue held Zhu's arm and was about to leave.

"If you dare to leave, I will go to the mansion to visit. I think the Princess of Shu likes to listen to people tell stories." An Yi smiled like a demon.

Concubine Zhu closed her eyes and couldn't bear it anymore: "Who asked you to come?"

An Yi held her cheek and looked at her in a flash: "I really just want to speak up for someone, otherwise the concubine would think that what do you have to plan now?"

Concubine Zhu's face was so white that she waved Huyue with difficulty: "Let everyone else retreat, I have something to say to Shuhuixiangjun."

Hu Yue glared at An Yi warningly. An Yi didn't even bird her, so she just asked Lady Lan: "You can also find a good place to rest."

In a blink of an eye, only Concubine Zhu and An Yi were left in the yard. Concubine Zhu lowered her eyes and poured wine with warm wine. Her long and thick eyelashes trembled gently like the wings of a butterfly. Every inch of skin exposed outside was smooth, delicate and white as fat. An Yi took out all the full glass of wine she handed over and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you still remember An An?"

Concubine Zhu's hand shook, and a drop of green bamboo branch wine fell on the table with white marble surface, like a drop of light green tears. Concubine Zhu put down the wine pot, took out the brocade hand gracefully and slowly wiped the wine off. She raised her eyes and looked at An Yi, with a calm expression: "I don't think you have any interaction with her, nor do you have the right to stand here to seek justice for her."

An Yi was furious and felt infinite aggrieved. She couldn't say the excuses that she had said thousands of times and had been in her stomach tens of thousands of times. She glared at Concubine Zhu angrily and said in a hoarse voice: "Is she your daughter? If you say no, I will leave immediately."

Concubine Zhu looked at her quietly for a moment, and smiled faintly invisibly: "Some things cannot be denied just by wanting to deny them. What justice do you want to get back for her? Kill me? Or do you want to take me to kowtow to her grave and apologize for your mistake?"

An Yi was instantly lost her mind. Since she was dead, of course she had a grave. Otherwise, how could the An family and the Hotan family explain to the people in this capital? Perhaps because of subconscious resistance, she never thought about the grave once, and she had no intention of looking at it.

Concubine Zhu's voice flashed gently through her ears like a breeze: "She is dead, even if I want to make up for her, there is nothing I can do."
Chapter completed!