Madam, let's steam buns together

The little emperor had seen the construction drawings of the late emperor's mausoleum before, and found that besides the main chamber of the late emperor, there was a side room adjacent to it besides the mausoleum belonging to the empress. The first queen was buried in the queen's mausoleum, and the mausoleum on the other side has been empty there.

The first emperor did not leave any words about the arrangement of the mausoleum. The most suspicious thing is that if the little emperor hadn't accidentally read the blueprint of the imperial mausoleum, he would not have known that there was such an empty chamber inside.

Until now, all doubts have been solved.

The little emperor sat alone in the high pavilion, raising a glass to invite the moon to drink together, feeling the cold wind full of coolness at night, while he was getting drunk, he was sober by the cold wind.

The first emperor never explicitly said that he liked Zhang Xieyi, nor did he give Zhang Xieyi a legitimate harem status, but bystanders understood the relationship between the two and thought it was only a matter of time before Zhang Xieyi became a male queen, but they didn't want to. Man has finally reached that step.

Some people said that maybe the first emperor never really liked Zhang Xieyi, and everything was just used.

The little emperor did not agree with this guess, instead he felt that the late emperor loved Zhang Xieyi terribly, but there was something more important in the late emperor's heart, no matter how much the late emperor loved Zhang Xieyi, Zhang Xieyi could only be ranked second.

But so what if they were in love, the late emperor's love was too selfish and overbearing, the little emperor was not surprised that the two would part ways.

Looking up to drink another glass of wine, the little emperor looked at the empty wine glass in his hand and murmured: "Father, father, don't blame my son, you have already hurt him so deeply and so badly, so don't pay him back after you die. If you want to imprison him, I will release him for you, so that when you meet in the underworld, he may be willing to talk to you again."

His father is absolutely smart in terms of political power, but he is a complete fool emotionally. Obviously, such a good hand of cards has been messed up by the father himself.

If I could have a beginning of mutual love like my father, I would not have to sit alone on this tall moon-watching pavilion, drinking stuffy wine and complaining to the moon.

The little emperor looked at the empty seat beside him, and then at the direction blocked by the wall. He couldn't hide the sadness in his heart anymore, and began to cry lonely.

Wangyue Pavilion, he originally built it to be able to look at Zhang Huaruo in the prime minister's mansion. This position can just see Zhang Huaruo's small courtyard in the prime minister's mansion. Although he can't see anyone from such a distance, it is enough for him.

Moon-watching, the original meaning is to get the moon when you are close to the water. He thought that he and his childhood sweetheart would be able to get the moon first if you were close to the water. He just looked at it like this, but the other party really became the moon that was far away in the sky.

He still remembered that when he was a child, Zhang Xieyi would occasionally bring Zhang Huaruo to play with him in the palace. Among all the official children who came to the palace to accompany him, Zhang Huaruo was the most beautiful and the one that made him feel most at ease.

Because of the teachings of their elders, others respected him more or less and did not dare to surpass him. Only Zhang Xieyi told Zhang Huaruo that the little doll in front of him was an ordinary little doll next door, and Zhang Huaruo could accompany him as he pleased. he plays.

Every time he waited for Zhang Huaruo to leave, the little emperor would watch him leave until he walked out of the palace gate and could no longer see him.

Then, he watched Zhang Huaruo marry Yang Dabao until he really couldn't see him anymore.

Sometimes the little emperor envies those foolish rulers. If he does not become a wise and virtuous ruler, but a selfish and foolish ruler, can he compulsively have everything he likes without pretending to be magnanimous? Everything you want is firmly in your own hands, no one dares to disobey.

But in this way, he is not him.

With a long and melancholy sigh for the last time, the little emperor raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears of true love, and raised his glass to pay respects to the moon for the last time. After drinking this glass of wine, he will completely let go of this youthful emotion in his heart and continue to be his good king.

"Anyway, I won't go to court tomorrow, why not go to Prince Shu's mansion tomorrow, he is the only one among my relatives who can make me feel at ease."

All troubles were locked in the Moon-Watching Pavilion, the little emperor got up and waved his sleeves, and walked down the pavilion calmly, while Director Li who was guarding outside hurriedly followed.

At this time, Chang'an City was approaching midnight, and everything was silent.

Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao no longer hid in the bed and whispered, the quilt was stuffy, and they had to lift the quilt to get some air before they said a few words, and in the end they didn't get in at all, and covered the same bed peacefully Quilt.

Before going to sleep, Zhang Huaruo suddenly remembered that he had not yet known the answer to the stuffing of the bun, and turned to look at Yang Dabao. Yang Dabao was already sleepy at this time, and felt that Zhang Huaruo was looking at him, so he had to open his eyes no matter how sleepy he was: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Huaruo took this opportunity to get closer to Yang Dabao: "You haven't told me about the stuffing in that bun."

Yang Dabao smiled: "I really want to know that much?"

Zhang Huaruo nodded his head up and down, Yang Dabao could still see the traces of his little head moving in the dark, turned sideways to face Zhang Huaruo, and whispered two words in Zhang Huaruo's ear.

Hearing this answer, Zhang Huaruo couldn't help being confused: "How did you think of making white fungus into sauce and wrapping it in steamed buns, and you didn't use it directly? The taste really didn't remind me of white fungus until now. Tell me what it is, and I feel that it really smells like white fungus."

Yang Dabao hesitated for a while, he didn't know whether he should tell Zhang Huaruo the truth.

Since Zhang Huaruo woke up today, no one has asked Zhang Huaruo where he is going these few days. This is what Zhang Xieyi ordered, so that Zhang Huaruo can spend the day comfortably. As for the kidnapper, he has already returned. It's just a matter of time to subdue the law, and it doesn't hurt to talk about it after a little pressure.

Knowing that Zhang Huaruo was curious, Yang Dabao thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to satisfy Zhang Huaruo's curiosity: "On the day you were kidnapped, I made a small pot of white fungus at home in advance. I planned to cook white fungus soup for you at night when I came back Supper."

The warm smile on Zhang Huaruo's face gradually disappeared, replaced by bewilderment and heartache. Fortunately, the room was pitch dark now, and Yang Dabao couldn't see the change in his expression.

Zhang Huaruo knew that Yang Dabao must be very worried about himself these days.

Yang Dabao continued: "We searched for you all night, and the next day the prime minister asked me to go home and wait, and come back to inform me as soon as there is any news. I was forcibly taken home by medlar, and medlar was always disturbed when he saw me. , let me find something to do, I didn’t know what happened at the time, and when I came back to my senses, I had already put that pot of white fungus in a clay pot and smashed it into mud.”

Yang Dabao wasn't in the mood to cook a decent meal at the time, and he didn't like wasting food, so he steamed the white fungus paste and made it into a meal, but he didn't expect the texture and taste to be surprisingly good.

At this moment, Zhang Huaruo didn't know what to say to adjust the atmosphere, so he simply didn't say anything, raised his hand to caress Yang Dabao's cheek, feeling the temperature that belonged to Yang Dabao, and stroked it gently.

Yang Dabao's broad palm covered the back of Zhang Huaruo's, and the two just looked at each other quietly, tacitly no longer speaking, but using actions to prove their love.

Early the next morning, Ling Jingxuan brought Luo Wan'er to visit the prime minister's mansion, first to thank the prime minister for his generosity, Zhang Xieyi did not blame or make things difficult for them afterwards, but also thanked them for saving Zhang Huaruo, which made Ling Jingxuan feel that Both ashamed and guilty.

The second thing to do when visiting the Prime Minister's Mansion is to apologize to Zhang Huaruo in person, and the most important thing is to see if there is anything they can do. They are responsible for Zhang Huaruo's injury, so they will naturally come to help.

Zhang Xieyi originally wanted to thank the guests directly, but he has no extra mood and energy to receive the guests for the time being, but Ling Jingxuan was sincere and waited at the gate of the prime minister's mansion after being rejected for the first time, so Zhang Xieyi had no choice but to invite them came in.

Ling Jingxuan brought a lot of rare herbs, all of which Zhang Huaruo might use. Zhang Xieyi couldn't refuse, so she accepted it first.

Ling Jingxuan mentioned that she wanted to go to see Zhang Huaruo's pulse again in person to confirm that Zhang Huaruo's body was fine. Zhang Xieyi frowned and wanted to refuse, but she always felt that Ling Jingxuan's purpose of going to see Zhang Huaruo was not so simple , but after a little thought, the housekeeper still asked them to meet Zhang Huaruo.

Zhang Xieyi can see that Ling Jingxuan has no admiration for Zhang Huaruo, it is more like caring as an elder, but this caring is somewhat beyond the level of guilt and self-blame, Zhang Xieyi has to stay With a heart, let the butler accompany you all the way to see what Ling Jingxuan's purpose is.

Zhang Xieyi still has a lot of things to do. Since he has successfully resigned, it means that many things must be finished as soon as possible to give the little emperor a satisfactory explanation. He must not leave and leave a pile of mess for the little emperor to clean up. .

For Zhang Xieyi now, every second counts.

Luo Wan'er also noticed that something was wrong with Ling Jingxuan. Her husband really cared too much for Zhang Huaruo because she caused trouble. After being sent back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Ling Jingxuan began to feel restless every day, and often disappeared. Luo Wan'er asked him side-by-side, and the answers she got were ambiguous, which showed how strict Ling Jingxuan was with her mouth this time.

Ling Jingxuan is more like this, Luo

The more uneasy and curious Wan'er felt, the more he wanted to know the hidden story.

According to her understanding of Ling Jingxuan, Ling Jingxuan should not be in love with Zhang Huaruo. Zhang Huaruo is good-looking, but her husband has never been a manly man. This is beyond doubt, even if Zhang Huaruo's beauty has nothing to do with gender.

A group of people came to Zhang Huaruo's residence with different thoughts.

At this time, Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao had already got up, and they were squatting beside a pot of flowers in the yard talking. Looking through the hollow carved windows, Ling Jingxuan could still clearly see what Zhang Huaruo and Yang Dabao were doing.

Zhang Huaruo held a small shovel in his hand, not as if he was loosening the soil, but more like he was digging something, while Yang Dabao was holding a pair of chopsticks in his posture, looking ready to go.

Before the butler walked behind the two of them, Yang Dabao quickly moved his hands and picked up something with his chopsticks. Zhang Huaruo happily handed over a small wooden box and watched Yang Dabao put the picked thing into the wooden box.

The butler looked at the bugs scurrying around in the wooden box, and frowned: "Master."

Zhang Huaruo seemed to have just seen the housekeeper now, and explained: "This is a soil sting, it only eats the roots of flowers and plants. I watched it crawl out of another pot of flowers and climb into this pot early in the morning. If you don't catch it quickly Come out, the flowers and plants in this garden will suffer sooner or later."

The bugs in the wooden box no longer scurry around, but stay in a corner in a circle, with their heads on top of their bodies, looking pitiful and lovable, as if they are complaining: How can I be so capable? eat.

The guests couldn't be kept waiting, the butler told Zhang Huaruo: "The Ling couple from Qianling Villa are waiting outside, they are here to visit the young master."

Zhang Huaruo glanced at the gate of the courtyard, and sure enough, he saw two figures: "Please come in."

When the butler brought Ling Jingxuan and Luo Wan'er into the room, Zhang Huaruo had already prepared tea and pastries for hospitality.

She was just looking for something to say, and the atmosphere that followed was a little awkward. Even Ling Jingxuan felt that she seemed too enthusiastic and kept asking questions, so she stopped talking.

The more Luo Wan'er looked at Zhang Huaruo, the more she felt that his expression was very similar to Xiao Lingling, even a bit like Ling Jingxuan. If it wasn't for Zhang Huaruo's well-known son of the prime minister, she would have doubted whether the person in front of her would be Xiao Ling The child left behind by Ling and Ling Jingxuan!

Luo Wan'er took a sip of tea to suppress the doubts in her heart. Xiao Lingling and Ling Jingxuan had only one child, and they died at birth. Zhang Huaruo could never be their child. If they find a possibility, the only way is...

Luo Wan'er smiled slightly and said, "It's also a predestined relationship. The more I look at Mr. Zhang's face, the more I feel like an old friend. Please forgive my little girl for asking, Mr. Zhang, is your mother from the south of the Yangtze River... ..."

Ling Jingxuan knew what Luo Wan'er wanted to ask, and coughed lightly to stop her.

Luo Wan'er continued talking on her own: "...The Xiao family."

Even Zhang Huaruo himself didn't know the information about his biological mother. For so many years, Zhang Xieyi hadn't found out, and Zhang Huaruo hadn't been able to find out about his own life experience. It was the first time he heard someone ask him such a question, and Zhang Huaruo would naturally not let it go. Chance asked clearly: "Why would Mrs. Luo ask such a question?"

Luo Wan'er smiled lightly: "The Xiao family in the south of the Yangtze River produces beauties. Although each of them has their own characteristics, there are still some similarities, and this similarity happens to be their unique characteristics."

Luo Wan'er pointed to the end of her eyes with her finger, indicating that it was here.

Zhang Huaruo raised his hand to touch the end of his eyes: "I see, my mother..." Zhang Huaruo lowered his head and smiled, he didn't know about his mother at all, how would he answer this question.

After thinking about it, Zhang Huaruo could only prevaricate Luo Wan'er: "No."

Luo Wan'er accepted it as soon as she saw it was good, and didn't ask any further questions.

Ling Jingxuan wanted to find out for Zhang Huaruo, but Zhang Huaruo didn't agree at first: "Master Ling also knows the art of Xuanhuang?"

Ling Jingxuan: "Know a thing or two."

Zhang Huaruo tactfully refused: "The doctors my father found for me before are all the most famous doctors in the world. Since they have shown me, I don't need to bother Master Ling."

Ling Jingxuan told him: "Actually, I want to feel the pulse of Mr. Zhang, not just to see Mr. Zhang's condition, but also for another reason."

Zhang Huaruo was curious: "What is the reason?"

Ling Jingxuan said frankly: "I showed Mr. Zhang the pulse before. Although I couldn't see what kind of poison was on Mr. Zhang's body, I felt a sense of familiarity. Since a famous doctor has checked Mr. Zhang's pulse, can you Let me know, Mr. Zhang, what is the poison on your body?"

Except for people who are close to Zhang Huaruo, outsiders don't know that Zhang Huaruo was poisoned. They just think that Zhang Huaruo is weak and sick. Now that Ling Jingxuan asks this question, Zhang Huaruo actually doesn't want to tell an outsider like Ling Jingxuan about his own situation in such detail. .

Ling Jingxuan saw Zhang Huaruo's hesitation, and decided to say first, "Is it... Twelve evils?"

Although Zhang Huaruo didn't answer yes clearly, judging from the reactions of Yang Dabao and others beside him, Ling Jingxuan was right.

When Ling Jingxuan uttered the four words "Twelve Yins", Luo Wan'er's heart rang alarm bells, she suppressed the doubts and anxiety in her heart, and tried her best to calmly pretend to be ignorant.

Zhang Huaruo looked at Ling Jingxuan: "Master Ling said just now that he has a sense of familiarity with this poison. Could it be that people around Master Ling have been poisoned by this poison before?"

"Yes." Thinking of Xiao Lingling, Ling Jingxuan's heart is hard to calm down. Xiao Lingling is the woman he loves the most, not to mention that he lost her when he loved her the most. She will always remain the most beautiful in his heart. A moment of voice and appearance will be unforgettable in this life.

Seeing Ling Jingxuan's sadness, Zhang Huaruo took the initiative to put his hand on the table and showed the inside of his wrist: "Since this is the case, maybe Master Ling has his own opinion on this poison, so why not take a look for me."

Ling Jingxuan's pulse diagnosis is different from other doctors, the doctor relies on seeing and hearing, while Ling Jingxuan infuses a small amount of her own internal energy into Zhang Huaruo's body, and feels something strange from it.

Ling Jingxuan withdrew his hand and asked: "Since when did Mr. Zhang suffer from this poison? According to my situation, Mr. Zhang has been poisoned for at least ten years, but..."

"But once the poison can be diagnosed, it means that the poison has been inoculated, and it is absolutely impossible to live for ten years. Does Master Ling want to say this?"

Ling Jingxuan nodded.

Now that the matter has come to this, Zhang Huaruo will not hide it from the person in front of him: "I have had this poison since I was a child, my mother was poisoned when she was pregnant with me, and I was also infected with this poison. I died at birth, but my father hangs me to this day."

Ling Jingxuan looked at Zhang Huaruo, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the child in front of him was like his child, which made people feel familiar and close.

If his and Xiao Lingling's children can live up to now, they should be exactly Zhang Huaruo's age.

... Is your child really dead?

Ling Jingxuan thought of the incident reported by his subordinates, and his heart began to waver.

Is there such a coincidence in the world?The same age, the same poison from the womb of the Twelve Yins, who looks like both himself and her, and most importantly, his child's body is gone!

I don't know when it disappeared. What if... What if it disappeared from the beginning?

Back then, in order to prevent the corpses from decomposing, he sent the corpses of Xiao Lingling and the child to the snow mountain for preservation as quickly as possible. Is it possible that his child miraculously came back to life at that time, and was picked up and raised until now.

How much Ling Jingxuan hopes that this whimsical idea in his mind is true, but there is no actual evidence to support this idea, how can he rashly tell a child who has only met a few times, you may be my child, The other party should only think that he is crazy about children.

Zhang Huaruo looked towards Yang Dabao, his eyes showed a little helplessness, it was the first time he met someone with a strange attitude like Ling Jingxuan, which made him look at a loss.

Yang Dabao was in the state of listening in the whole process. Seeing Zhang Huaruo's appearance, the hand under the table quietly covered the back of Zhang Huaruo's, giving him warmth and peace of mind.

Fortunately, Ling Jingxuan was sensible, so he didn't stay here for long, and got up to leave.

As soon as Ling Jingxuan left, Zhang Huaruo, who was sitting upright, relaxed and leaned directly on Yang Dabao's shoulder and sighed.

Yang Dabao laughed: "Are you tired?"

Zhang Huaruo muttered: "I don't know why, it's the first time I've met Master Ling, but I always feel like I've known him for a long time, facing him is very stressful."

Yang Dabao guessed: "He is the lord of a village and a martial arts practitioner. He is much older than you. This majesty is natural and natural. It is not surprising that you feel pressure."

Zhang Huaruo shook his head, he didn't think this was the reason, compared to his status, Ling Jingxuan was not a big shot among the people he had met, but this feeling of pressure was the first time.