Su Tu looked closely and saw that the other person was a young lady.
She was eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed like a young lady from a wealthy family, but she was holding many scrolls in her hands, and there was no maid around her.
When he didn't answer, the other party urged: "What are you looking at? I'm asking you!"
He knew that in the Central Plains, it was impolite to stare at a girl, so he quickly lowered his gaze and bowed and saluted: "I'm sorry, I'm a tourist from out of town. I was greedy to see the scenery of Kyoto and didn't pay attention..."
"It turns out that I'm from out of town. No wonder I didn't know. This is Wangfu Street, and outsiders should avoid it. Don't run around. If you accidentally bump into someone, you will get into trouble." The other party did not have the shyness of the Central Plains girl at all.
She looked at him from foot to foot and said, "You are so handsome, it would be a shame to let the guards shoot you into a hedgehog."
Su Tu said yes, but thought in his heart, aren't all the girls from the Central Plains reserved and tactful? Why does this girl talk so...
"Okay, let's go quickly! Don't linger any longer."
Su Tu bowed again: "Xiaosheng will leave now."
He watched the girl walk to the side door of Prince Yue's Mansion, when he saw the guard cupping his fists and saluting.
She looked back again, their eyes met, and Su Tu quickly forced out a smile.
The girl also smiled and turned around and went in.
Su Tu left, thinking in his mind as he walked, what is the identity of this girl? Looking at her like this, the guards are so respectful, she really doesn't look like a maid, but there are no other female relatives in the Yue Palace.
Could she be the concubine of the King of Yue? It seems that only in this way can the guards treat her as half a master.
He couldn't help feeling unhappy.
He already has a concubine before he gets married, and that woman refuses to leave with him. Isn’t being his princess more enjoyable than entering the Yue Palace?
And that boy, all the women around him are good. Needless to say, the one in the family looks much better than the others...
...
Ah Wan returned to the backyard, and Xiaotong came to greet her: "Sister Ah Wan, there are so many things, why don't you ask for help?"
Ah Wan handed the scrolls to her and said, "Isn't this just a way of doing it? I happened to pass by the shop after finishing my work, so I took these paintings back. Your Highness is so picky that he asked others to see them, but later he felt that they could not be framed.
good."
Xiaotong smiled and said: "Only sister can completely understand His Highness's thoughts."
Ah Wan curled her lips and said, "How can I understand this? He just likes to be tortured..." Halfway through, she waved her hand, "Forget it, let's not mention this. Is His Highness back?"
"I'm back. I'm in the study room!"
"It's just right. Let's show it to him. He's satisfied."
The two of them went to the study, and Yang Shu said, "Ah Wan, why did you come back just now? It's already this time. Have you had dinner?"
Ah Wan said: "I've eaten earlier. Mr. Fu hasn't been busy lately, but he has too many things, right?"
After taking care of the informants in the house, she left all matters around Yang Shu to Xiaotong. Now she is responsible for intelligence and is extremely busy every day.
"Now that you two have settled down, what can happen to you recently? You, please take care of yourself, you are busier than me all day long."
Ah Wan said: "Which one of us is busier than you? Xiaotong has more things to do than you! How different is it from you, who spends every day either fishing or listening to music."
Yang Shu was a little embarrassed by what she said: "Isn't it strange that I have to be busy?"
Ah Wan just casually said, if he is busy, the palace must not be nervous? Then he said: "Your Highness, please rest early, it's already this hour."
"You too, don't go to bed too late, girl."
The two of them exchanged a few words and left the scroll to the chamberlain to hang, and Awan went back.
Xiaotong said: "I asked the kitchen to stew lamb bones today. The bottom part is the most delicious. Would you like a bowl, sister?"
"Okay!" Ah Wan said happily, "Your skills are getting better and better, and I don't know who got the advantage of you later."
Xiaotong said angrily: "Sister, why are you teasing me? It's your turn first."
Ah Wan waved her hand: "I won't get married."
"Why?"
Ah Wan smiled and said nothing.
When the mutton bone soup surface came up, she took a deep breath intoxicatedly: "It's so fragrant. You stew it so deliciously. There's no smell at all."
Speaking of this, she couldn't help but frown.
Xiaotong asked: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"No." Ah Wan held her chopsticks thoughtfully, "When I came back just now, I bumped into a scholar at the intersection. I didn't notice it before, but now that I think about it, it's a bit strange."
"What's strange?"
"There is a smell on him. Although it is very weak, it still feels a bit familiar. It's like..." Her eyes fell on the lamb bone soup.
Xiaotong followed her gaze and said with a smile: "Did you just eat mutton soup? Speaking of which, there is a restaurant in Jinmingqiao that makes good mutton soup. The stew is soft, fragrant, and light. Your Highness has eaten it once.
, I’ve never forgotten it. I’ll eat it later too, to see if I can get that flavor out of the stew.”
With her interruption, Ah Wan's train of thought also went astray, and she couldn't help but smile.
Also, the mutton stew in Beijing is very famous. How could tourists from other places not eat it?
However, his accent is really a bit strange. It sounds very standard at first glance, but the pronunciation has a deliberate flavor. Unlike those in the north, the original dialect is closely related to Mandarin, and they usually speak casually. People in the South speak Mandarin with a normal accent.
It's very soft and doesn't taste like that.
That’s really interesting. Where did they come from?
...
Ji Xiaowu was deceived again and left angrily at dawn.
I didn't see him when I got up Mingwei, so I found out after asking Mrs. Ji, which was a bit embarrassing.
"I scared my cousin yesterday. I wanted to teach him how to identify qi as an apology, but I didn't expect that he was already gone," she told Duofu.
Duofu said, "How about I come over here?"
Mingwei thought for a while: "Forget it, let's talk about it next time. Let's prepare two more pills and bring them to my aunt when she goes up the mountain to deliver things."
"Okay."
After breakfast, a chamberlain came to the door and told her about the concubine's birthday and invited her to attend the banquet at that time.
Mrs. Ji prepared enough thank-you gifts, sent away the chamberlain, and came back and asked, "Are you going to prepare birthday gifts?"
Mingwei said: "Of course I want it."
"What should we prepare?" Mrs. Ji said, "According to our custom in Dongning, we usually send birthday noodles, red dates, lotus seeds, etc., and a golden flat peach. But we want to send it to the palace. This seems too tacky."
Mr. Dong smiled and said: "You don't need to be rustic in birthday gifts, just give them with good intentions. The key is that the empress likes our Xiaoqi, so she will be happy with anything she gives us."
According to Mingwei's idea, just send it as usual, but Yang Shu said something new.
She thought for a moment and said, "It's not easy to send food to the palace. Can my aunt help me get some golden flat peaches? I'll think of something else."
"Okay." Mrs. Ji knew she had an idea and readily agreed.
Concubine Pei is celebrating her birthday this year, which must be grand.
She herself doesn't care. If Yang Shu doesn't want to lose face, then she should earn some face for him. (To be continued)