The next day's breakfast, Chonghua Palace indeed served lotus cakes, a bowl of Bijing porridge, salt-baked peanuts and other side dishes, which was regarded as a complete breakfast for Ruan Yuyi.
The palace maid who brought the food box was rewarded and said with a full smile, "Although the rest are from the imperial kitchen, they are not unusual, but the lotus cake was made by Concubine Shu herself. None of the dishes next to her know how to do it.
Only the lotus cake is made extremely well."
She was startled, she really didn't expect that this was done by Concubine Shu.
She lowered her eyes and smiled, "I didn't know the reason, but it bothered the queen."
"What do you mean, Jieyu?" the palace maid, who was a clever talker, answered, "it only needs the queen to be willing to do it. If the queen is not willing, who can make the move."
This is exactly the reason.
Concubine Shu was born in a famous family and held a high position. Among the concubines in the palace, few of them could catch her eye.
Unbeknownst to others, the few of them who were waiting closely saw that Concubine Shu had gotten up early, went to the small kitchen, rolled out the stuffing, and heated the oil in a pot. The steps to make this lotus cake were complicated, but there was nothing wrong with her face.
The color of patience.
On the contrary, every step was done carefully. Considering that too much use of this pastry would make the mouth dry, he sent someone to the imperial kitchen to ask for some porridge and send it to him as well.
On weekdays, when the empress does acupuncture, I don’t see her being so attentive.
"I also ask my aunt to thank the empress on my behalf. In a few days, when the empress is free, I will come to bother you again." Ruan Yuyi said.
The maid Qinglingling responded and turned around to reply.
She opened the food box, and the top layer inside was a plate of lotus cakes, each of which was exquisite and pleasing to the eye.
Mu Xiang laid out chopsticks for her.
She took a handkerchief and tied some in front of her clothes, picked one up, and bit off a petal. Just as the maid said, this lotus cake was even better than the one in the imperial kitchen. It was crispy and sweet in the mouth.
"Shu Fei looks like someone who has never touched the spring water." Mu Xiang was also a little surprised.
"It's just the same -" she muttered softly, "Maybe I learned it specifically for someone, but I got the advantage." Concubine Shu could make it herself and send it to her, which at least showed that she no longer held any affection for her.
I'm hostile, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered to do this.
She is not as cruel as others and can't fight directly, so she might as well find a way to have fewer hostile people and still be able to protect herself.
After less than half of the time, someone in the courtyard announced that the emperor was here.
Before she could get up to greet him, Jiang Huaiyang stepped across the threshold. He still wore the dragon robe, thinking he was going to the morning court. The wind picked up his clothes and flew around, carrying the chill outside.
She couldn't help but shudder and asked Muxiang to close the door.
He casually took the Qingqi cloak handed over by Mu Xiang, unfolded it and put it on her. The little lady was completely wrapped in it, revealing a small white face.
With the door closed, the cold wind couldn't come in, and it wasn't that cold anymore. She was afraid that she would sweat after wearing it for a long time, so she reached out her hand from under the cloak and pushed it away.
"Put it on." He said solemnly. If she didn't think it was troublesome to put it on now, she would not be the one to suffer if she catches cold or heat.
Only then did she give up.
He glanced at the lotus cakes on the table and frowned, "Why do you use such sweet things for breakfast? What are the arrangements in the imperial dining room?"
She followed his gaze and said, "It's not very sweet. Concubine Shu made it herself and sent it to you. Your Majesty, would you like to try it?" As she said that, she picked up one and handed it to his lips.
The cake touched his lips, and Jiang Huaiyang subconsciously ducked back.
She pursed her lips, pretending to have a gloomy expression, retracted her hands and turned around.
Behind her, someone really hugged her and pushed her back. She staggered and fell into his arms. He whispered in her ear, "Do you get along well with Mr. Rong?"
Ruan Yuyi paused and said, "Your Majesty is a powerful person. She arranges everything in an orderly manner despite all the complicated matters -" She opened and closed her small mouth, as if a concubine Shu had a lot of good things to say.
As expected, he didn't have much patience to listen to her talk. Instead of eating the cake, he went to eat her new lipstick.
She tried her best to relax her body, but her fingertips still couldn't help but tremble slightly.
After a long time, he let go of her and sneered secretly, but a plate of lotus cakes could be praised like this. If Rong sold her to a dental clinic someday, he might not be able to react.
He never imagined that she said this deliberately to test his attitude towards Concubine Shu.
Jiang Huaiyang took a bite of the lotus cake with her hand. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but when he took the second bite, he caught it on her fingertips.
She only felt a warmth on her fingertips and quickly retracted her ears. Her ears were dyed red, but her heart felt cold. He was so cold to his close concubine Shu, but she took the initiative to find him, so how could she have such a cold feeling?
How fresh is it and how genuine is it?
There was a delay between the two of them, and when Ruan Yuyi sat down to have breakfast again, the Bijing porridge was already cold.
Mu Xiang quickly took it to warm it.
In the next half month, most matters related to the palace banquet were handled by Concubine Shu. Ruan Yuyi was asked to learn from the side first. In fact, she knew what it meant.
However, even if Concubine Shu had not expressed goodwill to her, she did not intend to compete with her for power. In this way, she was happy to be at ease.
Flowers, candles and colorful lanterns were hung everywhere in the palace, and the high lamps were shining brightly day and night. The palace people were busy coming and going, and the palace banquet had not yet arrived, and the bustling scene was beyond words.
In Luo Mei Xuan, Ruan Yuyi was worried about how to dress up. She had quite a few bright and cheerful dresses, but most of them had the elements of a young daughter's house and were not formal.
She was rummaging through the clothes in the box when she heard someone coming to report.
The eunuch saluted and said, Your Majesty originally prepared clothes for Jieyu, but there were some mistakes in the process. Now it will take another hour to finish them. Why don't Jieyu go there first and give them to Jieyu as soon as they are ready?
Come.
As he said this, he repeatedly begged for punishment.
Seeing that the eunuch was in panic, Ruan Yuyi stood up and said warmly, "You are not troubling me, it is just relieving my current worries. Why don't you reward me with the fragrance of wood?"
Mu Xiang chuckled lightly and handed over the purse she had prepared earlier.
The eunuch breathed a sigh of relief. He was just glad that Mei Xuan was as generous and kind to others as the rumors said, and he didn't even think about weighing the weight of his wallet.
Since she was going there to change clothes, she didn't worry about which one was suitable, and just knitted a gold and white patterned epiphyllum brocade shirt and that was it.
She walked slowly towards the fully prepared sedan chair outside. As she walked, the ephemeral flowers on her skirt floated, as if she had come to life.
Although there were not many eunuchs responsible for carrying the sedan chair, they did so smoothly.
Luomei Xuan is located in the center of the palace, so the palace where the banquet is held is not far away. Fang was walking halfway when he bumped into the honor guard of the eldest princess Zhaorong's sedan chair.
She ordered people to get out of the way.
But she heard Zhaorong sneer, "How come Ruan Jieyu doesn't even know how to behave when she meets me?" She subconsciously protected her abdomen with one hand. She gathered her skirt together like this. Even though her clothes were thick now, she could still see the slightest trace of etiquette.
The curve of the bulge is gone.
There are no such rules in the palace, just avoid them.
But if Zhaorong wants to embarrass her, he has many reasons.