For tea, Li Shimin fell into a long-term conflict in his heart.
Returning to the Manlu Palace, Li Shimin saw that Queen Changsun was already preparing for the Hungry Ghost Festival.
Empress Changsun is in charge of the harem, and the princes and princesses are also taken care of by Empress Changsun.
Yue'er's biological mother passed away when she was born, and Empress Changsun always regarded her as her own child.
Queen Changsun smiled and said, "I don't know if I can see Yue'er during the Ghost Festival this time."
Li Shimin sat down and preached: "The palace maid accompanying Yue'er sent news that she will go to Qujiang Pool to put out river lanterns."
It’s almost sunset, and Chang’an is still very lively at dusk.
Those who have traveled far away also return home during this festival to pay homage to their ancestors during the Hungry Ghost Festival.
When night falls, Chang'an City is still brightly lit.
Zhang Yang rushed back to Chang'an City before closing the city gate.
Haolai bought a piece of land outside the city.
In the quiet alley, the thin Li Yue hurriedly took back the clothes hanging to dry at home.
Hurry and hurry up to make autumn clothes.
Zhang Yang looked at the pieces of clothing and said, "Although they are not satisfactory, they are still wearable."
Li Yue frowned and said, "I will do better next time."
Aunt Wang came back with some clothes, "There are some newly made clothes here, and my family doesn't want to wear them. I don't know who to keep them for, so it will be cheaper for you and me."
Zhang Yang took the clothes and said, "Thank you Aunt Wang."
Aunt Wang smiled and nodded. In fact, these clothes were made in the palace, and Empress Changsun ordered them to be given to Princess Runan.
After speaking, Aunt Wang returned to her house.
The silk and satin of the clothes are very expensive at first glance, and the tailoring is also very handmade.
Li Yue sat on a chair and strung together pieces of paper with thread to form a booklet.
Pouring a glass of boiled water, Zhang Yang placed the water beside her table.
Li Yue took the boiled water and took a sip, "The paper made by my husband is very good."
After taking a look at Li Yue's expression, Zhang Yang also sat down and said, "What will happen if someone finds out that I can make paper."
Li Yue held the tea cup and said: "Can you be an official? Will you be reused by the government?"
Zhang Yang looked at the night sky and said: "People will never have so much goodwill. If others know that I have papermaking skills, I will be locked in a small dark room and asked to make paper every day and night. If I don't work for one day,
If you live, you won’t get food to eat.”
The words paused slightly.
Zhang Yang continued: "And I prefer freedom. If someone really wants me to do this, and I am locked in a small room without being able to see you, I will choose to starve to death."
Li Yue took a sip of tea, with a smile on her lips, and looked at him secretly with her pretty eyes.
Feeling the warmth in his internal organs after the tea entered his mouth, Li Yue didn't know how long he could live.
I thought that even if I had to live one more day, I would spend it with him.
The two sat quietly for a while, looking at the stars together.
After a while, Li Yue stood up and handed the finished clothes to Zhang Yang.
Then she went back to her room and closed the door.
Zhang Yang looked at the gray clothes in front of him.
The clothes are well made and the needlework is basically perfect.
There is almost no needlework visible outside.
But there were a lot of intermittent stitches inside the clothes, and it was obvious that she had changed this matter many times.
It must have taken a lot of time.
I slept until early in the morning, and there was still one day before the Hungry Ghost Festival.
Zhang Yang found that Aunt Yang and Aunt Wang were not here today.
These two eccentric neighbors.
Rushing to the morning market early, Zhang Yang bought some pork.
When he returned home, Li Yue had not yet woken up.
Make two pickle buns and put them in the steamer.
Make the remaining millet flour into wonton wrappers, and use the pork to make a bowl of wontons.
Counting the time, it’s time to wake up.
Sure enough, Li Yue, whose hair was still disheveled, walked out of the house and said lazily: "What do you want to eat in the morning?"
"It'll be ready as soon as it's done..."
Li Yue saw that Zhang Yang was very deft. She took a piece of dough, picked some meat with chopsticks and put it on the dough, then squeezed it with her other hand, and a wonton was ready in the blink of an eye.
Li Yue took another curious look at the wontons. Anyway, the food he made was always delicious.
Wontons are served on the table, one bun per person.
Li Yue followed Zhang Yang's example, took a bite of the bun, and then used a spoon to scoop up a wonton to eat.
"It's a pity that there is no chili. It would be better if there were chili."
"Are you talking about pepper? It's very expensive."
Zhang Yang said: "The chili I'm talking about is not pepper, and pepper is not very expensive. It's just that some people in Chang'an think of it as expensive. In some places outside the customs, pepper is a very common thing."
Li Yue was eating wontons. The soup had a slight salty taste, and it went well with the pickled buns.
"What's that chili pepper?"
"Pepper is a kind of seasoning and a kind of vegetable."