Ask This Spring

Zhuo Lian didn't understand why the eldest princess called her over. If she just wanted to taste the wine without grayness, she could send her servants to the store to buy the wine. There was no need to worry about it. I was afraid that there were other reasons.

Thinking like this in her heart, she didn't show it on her face, and sat down where she was.

Glancing at Huan Zhuo’s quiet side face, and looking at her ignorant and ignorant daughter, the eldest princess sighed to herself, waved her hand to retreat the servants in the hall, and said: "The sons of the Great Zhou have been facing the Huren at the border for more than half a month. General Huaihua suffered an arrow injury and promoted Huan Shen to deputy general to command the three armies. He is only in his early twenties this year, and he will have a bright future in the future."

Zhuo Lian has never contacted him since Huan Shen left Beijing. Sometimes Huanmu would write a family letter and send someone to the army, but she did not dare to intervene, for fear that she would feel weak and delay each other.

If a military man wants to gain military merit from the battlefield, he has no other choice except to fight the enemy and fight **** battles. If the injury is not diagnosed and treated in time, he may be left with a hidden illness.

"My uncle can serve the country, and the elders in the family are also very pleased."

The eldest princess held a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, fiddled with her thumb, and smiled: "Fall, let's not talk about this today. My palace once drank Huanjia wine without lime in it, and there was no astringent taste when eating. , It’s just that the stamina is a bit bigger, and there are other drinks not only in the store?"

Zhuo Lian replied with a respectful voice, "The concubine is making wine. The fruit wine tastes sweet. Because of the short fermentation time, the wine is naturally weaker. The sweetness and sourness may be in line with your Royal Highness's taste."

Before the eldest princess could answer, Fu Ningqing, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but slapped his lips. There was obvious salivation in his round eyes, "The grapes are delicious, and the wine is also a rare good thing. Wait for the husband to finish the wine. , Remember to let me know."

"Ning Qing!" The princess looked helpless.

Fu Ningqing bulged his cheeks, lowered his head hurriedly, and after a while smiled sweetly at Zhuo Lian, the appearance of incomprehension made people feel softened.

Seeing her daughter hitting Zhuo Lian, the eldest princess kept thinking. The Huan Zhuo family was the prescription of the Huangwan pills in the people, and he was named the second-class imperial wife by his majesty. At that time, Yang Meiwen was raging around the capital, causing tens of thousands of people to be displaced and their families destroyed. Don't dare to take medicine lightly, for fear that it will cause irreparable consequences.

In this case, the prescription for treating the epidemic is not the ultimate treasure, but a piece of hot potato, which will set fire to the body if it is not dealt with. However, Huan Zhuo knew this and dared to inform the two princes of the method, indicating that it was also a kind heart. Can't bear to see the scene where the creatures are charred.

It's better for Ning Qing to stay with her than to be fooled by those scheming generations.

"Mrs. Huan, tomorrow is exactly fifteen. I wonder if you are free. Can you take Ning Qing to the Qingming Temple outside the city? She has been thinking about it, but this palace cannot get away."

Zhuo Lian naturally couldn't refuse the request made by the princess. She nodded and replied: "The concubine has been in Beijing for nearly a year. I have never been to Qingming Temple. This time I can follow the princess to stroll around and see the mountains. Hongye is pretty good too."

Zhuo Lian was so acquainted, the eldest princess looked a little satisfied, and after asking a few more words, she sent Hong Yuan to send the person out of the door.

Fu Ningqing was still a little bit reluctant to share Zhuo Lian since she was a child, because she was slow-tempered, and no lady was willing to play with her. This Madam Huan was young and beautiful, and had a gentle temperament. She was very comfortable with her. Just stay in the princess mansion.

The eldest princess couldn't laugh or cry at the sight of her daughter's desperate virtue. Just when she wanted to speak, Hong Yuan walked back and whispered a few words. Seeing that the situation was not good, Fu Ningqing shrank her neck and wanted to go outside, but her mother pulled her cuffs and couldn't get rid of it anyway.

"Mother, my daughter hasn't finished her homework. If she can't hand it in tomorrow, she will definitely be punished by her husband..."

The eldest princess frowned and scolded: "How many times have I said, let you stay away from the seventh prince, he,"

"Cousin Seven said that she would marry me." The girl's cheeks were filled with pink, her hands were stirring the veil, her voice was low and inaudible.

The eldest princess was born in the royal family and lived for nearly forty years. What big storms and waves have you never seen? In the eyes of the world, the seventh prince is gentle and talented, and he can be called the best son of the world, but she knows very well that the nephew is ambitious, otherwise he would not make so many small moves.

"If you meet with the Seventh Prince again, you are not allowed to leave the house."

Fu Ningqing narrowed her mouth and felt very wronged in her heart, but she did not dare to argue with her mother-in-law, so she lowered her head with red eyes and didn't say a word for a long time.

Upon seeing this, the eldest princess did not say much. There is no mother under the sun who does not care for her children. The seventh prince is not Ning Qing’s beloved. Even if they are married, there will be no good results. Rather than regret in the future, it is better to be early. Just let her stop thinking.

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Early the next morning, the carriage of the Princess Mansion stopped in front of the wine shop. As soon as Zhuo Lian got up, Fu Ningqing leaned forward and looked back and forth. Ai Ai asked, "Mrs. Huan, have you forgotten something?"

Zhuo Lian wanted to amuse her, pretending to be puzzled, and said: "What's wrong? Please also ask the princess to mention something."

Fu Ningqing was a bit disappointed, but she was soft-tempered and would not be awkward due to trivial matters. She waved her hand and said, "It's okay, let's go to Qingming Temple first."

Hearing this, Zhuo Lian stretched out his hand and patted his forehead, deliberately revealing a trace of annoyance, "The minister's wife remembered, the princess asked about perfume, right? I just forgot about it accidentally, and returned. Please don't care about it."

Taking the girl's expression into her eyes, she couldn't help but smile, and took out a square porcelain box from the sleeve cage, which was not much bigger than the copper coin.

"This is the ointment made by the minister's wife with sweet-scented osmanthus. Dip a little when you use it and apply it on your body, and a faint fragrance will come out." The method of making the ointment is not difficult. He likes spices and rarely adds fragrant powder in it. After discovering that the princess likes a sweeter aroma, he squeezed some sweet-scented osmanthus juice out and blended with the grease.

Fu Ningqing smiled so hard that she could not see her teeth, and sat beside the woman, holding her arm in a very intimate manner.

Zhuo Lian has a younger sister herself, who doesn't have the slightest resistance to a girl with a simple heart. At this moment, she hooked her mouth and let her go.

Qingming Temple is located in Qingming Mountain and is quite famous around the capital, and there are not a few pilgrims coming and going.

The carriage stopped outside the mountain gate. Zhuo Lian stretched out his hand to open the curtain. As soon as he stepped on the ground, he saw several familiar faces. It turned out that Fan Lan brought his servants to the incense.

Looking up at the hundreds of stone steps, she suddenly realized that Zhuo Yujin's reputation was ruined because of the previous incident, and Zhuo Xiaotong was rushed to the nunnery in the suburbs of Beijing. Could it be this Qingming Temple?

Zhuo Lian was surprised and shook his head gently.

"Sister Zhuo, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Ningqing felt that Mrs. Huan was too unfamiliar, so he simply called her sister, and now followed her sight, but saw nothing.

Qingming Temple is located in the middle of the mountain, and the mountains are full of maple trees. The autumn is full of autumn leaves. The maple leaves are red like fire, layered on top of each other, like a vast ocean. From time to time, there is a breeze blowing over the hills, blowing the leaves on the stone steps, and it is quiet and elegant everywhere.

"I just saw an acquaintance, let's go."

Due to the long-term winemaking, Zhuo Lian's body and bones are much stronger than ordinary boudoir girls. She has climbed half of the stone steps without changing her face and heartbeat, and she has no sweat at all. Compared with her, Fu Ningqing looked more embarrassed, her small face turned into pig liver color, and she pinched her waist with both hands, panting heavily.

"Princess, shall we rest first?"

"It's a blast, and then it fades again, and then it's exhausted. If you stay here for too long, it will definitely be more uncomfortable."

Seeing that Fu Ningqing was so transparent, Zhuo Lian simply took the girl's hand and led her to climb up, and it took only a quarter of an hour to walk outside the nunnery.

An elderly woman looked back frequently, and couldn't help looking at her, her eyes flashing with a trace of panic, as if she had seen an old cat's mouse.

Zhuo Yan did not expect to run into the Fan family at Qingming Temple. She pursed her lips without any fear. Earlier, she was just an ordinary merchant. Due to her seniority, she could not tear her face with the Zhuo family. But now, unlike the past, she has gotten her life and has gained a foothold in the capital. Even if Fan Lan has great talents, she can’t display her. come out.

The mother-in-law hurried to the woman's side, because she was too anxious, she was so tired and out of breath, she said for a long time: "Madam, Zhuo Lian is also in Qingming Temple, will she come to trouble the lady?"

Fan Lan's pupils tightened, her nails were so dangerous that she didn't poke Sipa out of a hole, and she said bitterly: "She is really lingering. How could the woman fall into this situation? Did she guess that I was leaving with Yujin?"

After a long while, Fan Lan exhaled a stale breath, "Where is Zhuo Lian? I will meet her."

The woman hurriedly stopped, "Don't be impulsive, the master has been fascinated by Mu's fox spirit, and he doesn't care about you and the young lady's life and death. If you confront Zhuo Lian at this moment, we won't be pleased."

"Then what do you say?" Fan Lan gritted his teeth.

"Chai Shizi is still waiting in the back mountain, it's the best policy to go!"

The name of the son of Chai Yu in the mother-in-law's mouth was Chai Yu, who was Chai Lang's first-in-law brother. Appreciating Zhuo Yujin's talent for wine making gradually became affectionate for her. Originally, Fan Lan expected her daughter to marry into the Hou Mansion and spend her life in Anping and peace. In the days of Le Le, I never wanted to be harmed by Zhuo Lian. Not only did he lose his reputation, but he was also locked up in the nunnery to copy the scriptures in China and Japan, and the whole person was thinner.

Fortunately, Chai Yu believed in Yujin and knew that she was wronged. After learning that he wanted to rescue his daughter, he came here to help.

"Nothing, don't worry about her, just take Yujin back to the capital, if Zhuo Lian stops, just knock her unconscious."

The master and servants walked to the backyard of the nunnery, and met many nuns along the way. They didn't dare to act rashly. It took a long time before they found the meditation room where the people were closed.