Thinking like this, he stretched out his fingers and intertwined with that slender finger, just like a tree and a vine that grow together and never separate.
While they were talking, several smart little eunuchs had already taken oil-paper umbrellas and raincoats and were waiting at the side. Ling Ruo took the oil-paper umbrellas himself and handed the raincoats to Yinzhen. He stretched out his hand for a long time but did not see him coming to take it.
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Looking around, I saw Yinzhen looking at the misty drizzle, and gradually opened the oil-paper umbrella painted with ink Jiangnan, letting the apricot tassels on the umbrella handle flutter in the steamy night wind, "What do you want, Your Majesty?"
So lost in thought?"
Yinzhen withdrew his gaze, with a bit of nostalgia, "I remember that in the past, Huang'e Niang liked to hold me and watch the rain scene when it rained at night. She said that this would make people feel peaceful and peaceful, and forget all their worries."
The empress in Yinzhen's mouth was Queen Xiao Yiren. For Yinzhen, she was the only person in the harem who loved him wholeheartedly, and she was also his warmest memory.
Ling Ruo thought for a moment, then looked at Yinzhen and smiled and said: "Old Summer Palace is not too far from here, why don't I walk back with Fourth Master? Speaking of which, I haven't walked such a long road with Fourth Master.
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Yinzhen was surprised. He originally had this plan, but he had no intention of taking Ling Ruo with him. In his impression, no woman was willing to walk such a long way, and it was still raining.
I had walked with Mei'er before. Mei'er felt very happy at first, but as the splashing rain wet her newly put on embroidered shoes, she started to pout, threw the umbrella away and ran back to the house.
No matter what, he refused to leave.
There was a touch of joy in my heart, I took the umbrella and held it on their heads, with the tassels hanging down, and slowly walked into the rain, speechless, but there was an extremely quiet beauty and tenderness...
When he was about to step out of Changchun Garden, Ling Ruo looked back and happened to see the lights of Chunhui Hall extinguished. Thinking of the old man who held the supreme power in the world, Ling Ruo was moved and said softly: "The Emperor is not well.
Well, Fourth Master, please come and see the Emperor if you have some time."
Yinzhen hummed and didn't say much, but Ling Ruo knew that he had listened. From Gou'er's mouth, she knew that when Yinzhen was scolded, Mei'er had been to Prince Yong's Mansion as she expected, and what dog was specifically mentioned?
Mei'er didn't hear it, but she saw Yinzhen's extremely gloomy expression after Mei'er left and...the injury on his hand.
She believed that after that time, her heart was as proud as Yinzhen, and she would never be willing to remain silent again.
Nalan Mei'er, until now, doesn't know that she has become a pawn in the hands of others.
Such a woman is ignorant but blessed, and she... does not have that kind of blessing. She can only struggle in the boundless darkness, just to hold on to the hope of life and... Yinzhen's rare love...
The night passed in the rain. When I woke up early in the morning, the sky had cleared up. Only the wet ground reminded people that it had rained last night.
Ling Ruo is now resting in the peace and tranquility in the west of the Old Summer Palace, building a building on the water. Unlike the leaping and flying fish, this place is not surrounded by a stream, but a green lake, with only one road connected to the shore. Standing during the day
In the Wanfang Tower, you can see the rippling blue waves as far as the eye can see; at night, you can lie down on the bed and listen to the sound of the lake water lapping at the shore and fish jumping in it.
After waiting for Yinzhen to change clothes and go to court, Ling Ruo no longer felt sleepy, so she simply went to the kitchen to see what she asked Li Wei and the others to prepare yesterday. When she got there, she found that everything she wanted had been placed on the table, and she immediately rolled up her sleeves.
Gather everything well and put it into a purple clay pot over water and simmer.
"Master, can these things really cure the emperor's cough?" Mo Yu knew everything Ling Ruo put into the purple clay pot, but because of his familiarity, he knew that these things were ordinary, how could they have such a miraculous effect.
"Just watch it." Ling Ruo didn't explain, just smiled and asked Mo Yu to light the fire. At this time, Li Wei also arrived, so he asked him to help light the fire, while Ling Ruo took a handful from the kitchen.
Used to fan the fire
The Pu fan controls the heat. Li Weiyuan said that they can take care of it. However, it doesn’t matter if Lingruo knows this folk remedy. There is only one heat that must be controlled. In the past, when Amma kept coughing, E Niang would do this.
I stayed in the kitchen all morning just to fry this recipe.
Seeing that Li Wei couldn't persuade Ling Ruo, he had no choice but to ask Mo Yu to quickly see what was available in the kitchen and make some snacks and porridge so that the master would not be hungry. He himself was there to help, but it was still early in the kitchen.
People haven’t come yet.
After the two of them worked hard for a while, they made a red bean meal porridge with three-color snacks and a freshly fried mountain delicacy, spinach buds, which was quite delicious. After they had almost eaten, the people from the kitchen arrived one after another, and saw Ling.
Ruo Zaijun was stunned for a moment, then came over to salute and called her "ma'am".
Although no one had told them Ling Ruo's identity, they had learned a little bit about it, and they were full of curiosity about this woman who enjoyed the Old Summer Palace exclusively as a commoner.
The last person who walked in was the steward of the kitchen. He was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a slight build, a pair of small eyes, and a mustache on his lips, which he touched from time to time. He was wearing a sauce-colored gown.
He swayed three times with each step when he walked, which was nothing at first, but unfortunately his legs were of different lengths, and this swaying was even more obvious. He didn't have any style, but looked like a duck learning to walk, which was extremely ugly.
He looked at Mo Yu in amusement for a while, then he poked Li Wei next to him with his elbow and whispered: "When did such a person come to our garden?"
Before Li Wei had time to answer, the steward had already seen Ling Ruo and narrowed his eyes slightly. As a result, there was only a slit left in his eyes, which were not much bigger than mung beans.
"My servant Wu De pays my respects to the lady." Wu De came up and saluted, but he didn't bow or bend his legs, so it didn't look like he was saluting. He was just coping with the situation.
Just when Mo Yu was frowning, Li Wei's voice came over at the right time, "His name is Wu De. I heard that he was a distant relative from Tong Fujin's hometown. He came to seek refuge with Tong Fujin. It happened that the emperor rewarded the fourth master with this garden, so he
Arrange for him to be a steward here."
"It turns out he's Tong Fujin's man. No wonder he doesn't like it." Mo Yu suddenly realized that she couldn't help but look at Wu De with a bit of disgust.
In the past, Ling Ruo might not have cared about Wu De's behavior of not taking him seriously, but now...ah, good people are bullied by others, and good horses are ridden by others; evil people always need evil people to grind them down, not to mention
She also heard what Li Wei said.
I just heard her saying pleasantly: "I've never met Manager Wu before, but are you new to the garden?"
Seeing that Ling Ruo didn't dare to accuse him, Wu De became even more proud, "What the lady said is that not long after I arrived, I got a job as a steward in the garden under the care of Tong Fujin." The implication was to tell Ling Ruo,
Wu Fu is a member of the Tong Jia family.
Ling Ruo moved the rice bead pendant under her ear and smiled slightly, "Since it's your first time here, don't you understand the rules, Manager Wu?"
"Rules? What rules?" Wu De was stunned by what she said and didn't understand what she meant.
Ling Ruoyang raised his face and his smile gradually turned cold, "Little Weizi, teach Manager Wu how to salute when he sees the master."