[Zuzhou] White clothes in the world

Yankong is close to the Yankong Mountains, and the Yankong Mountains are extremely hot all year round, spreading to the entire Yankong, until Beiyang County, which borders Shile Fufeng County, is blocked by clean water, and it is slightly relieved.In the crescent moon, the ground in Yankong is extremely hot, men open their chests, and women wear light gauze. The richer families will set up a separate room to store the ice bricks made in winter. On the hollowed out copper tripod plate in the house, three palm-sized copper fan-shaped fan blades are inlaid on the tripod plate. The messenger turns the shaking hand on the tripod plate, and a cool breeze blows slowly, relieving the dryness of the body.

It was noon when Mo Jingzhi came back from Liulifang.The back of the toga was soaked with sweat, and a cluster of scattered bangs stuck to his forehead. Mo Jingzhi slapped his face with his sleeve, but it didn't improve much.

"Fuyu, the sour plum soup needs to be iced!" Passing through the winding corridors, behind the sparse flowers and trees, there is a quiet pavilion with the words "Tingfengzhai" written on the plaque hanging above it, hidden in the flowers and trees. It looked quite elegant and cozy, Mo Jingzhi stood outside the door of this elegant room and shouted.

Inside the room, a woman with a bun in her hands smiled, and picked up a few finger-sized ice cubes with bare hands and gently put them into a snow-white porcelain bowl. After doing all this, the woman with picturesque features turned around and walked towards Hou Jingliehou, who entered the room, smiled and said: "Fuyu just left the sour plum soup to cool down, and Lord Hou is here." Fuyu handed the sour plum soup with ice cubes to Mo Jingzhi.

Mo Jingzhi took the sour plum soup and took a sip. It was moderately sweet and sour, and it was cold to the heart, just to relieve Mo Jingzhi's summer heat.

"The sour plum soup made by my Fuyu is the best in Zuzhou!" Mo Jingzhi took another sip. He seemed to be drinking tea, sipping a bowl of sour plum soup one mouthful at a time. He didn't take sour plum soup as a solution like others. A cool drink in summer.

Fuyu covered her lips and smiled softly. She was a woman in her late thirties, her blue eyes shone with a seductive brilliance. When she smiled, she was like a flower blooming in the sun, bright and distant.Mo Jingzhi drank a bowl of sour plum soup for a long time before finishing it, Fuyu added another bowl for Mo Jingzhi, this time, Fuyu also handed Mo Jing a plate of clear snacks.

"Master Hou, Fuyu tried to make it according to the recipe you said, and see if it tastes like this." Fuyu's eyes were full of smiles.

Mo Jingzhi looked at the dim sum on the table, a faint lingering aroma came over his face, it was the aroma of Shuangtang. "Cold cake?" Mo Jingzhi picked up a piece of dessert with two fingers and asked with a smile.

Fuyu nodded: "Yes, it's the first time Fuyu has done it, so I don't know if it's done well."

The transparent dim sum was cold to the touch, exquisitely carved, and very delicate. Mo Jingzhi put it in his hand, looked at it carefully, and couldn't bear to eat it.

"How does Lord Hou feel?" Fuyu asked expectantly.

"Not bad." Mo Jingzhi also laughed, and took a bite of the cold cake. The fragrance of Shuangtang flowers gradually spread in his mouth, and it was not as fleeting as the fragrance of real Shuangtang flowers. After swallowing in the mouth, the floral fragrance gradually overflows the nose and lingers around the nose. "Delicious!" Mo Jingzhi liked it so much, he stuffed all the remaining cold cakes into his mouth in one gulp.

"Master Hou, please eat slowly." Seeing Mo Jingzhi gobbled up the few cold cakes left on the white porcelain plate, Fuyu hurriedly advised.

Mo Jingzhi puffed his cheeks, and replied: "This is how delicious food should be eaten, it's called delicious!"

"Yes yes yes, take a sip of sour plum soup, don't choke." Fuyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The sour plum soup entered his throat, and the heat dissipated. Mo Jingzhi ate and drank enough, stretched his waist, showing a lazy expression.Fuyu removed the plate, after finishing everything, put some ice cubes on the hollow copper plate, shook the copper handle, and fanned Mo Jingzhi to cool it.

"Master Hou is in a bad mood today." Fuyu's eyes fell on Mo Jingzhi's face.

Mo Jingzhi half-closed his eyes, his deep black eyes were covered by his eyelids, he put his hands behind his head, turned over, and faced Fuyu: "Nothing can escape your eyes." Mo Jingzhi smiled.

"Master Hou, you are frowning." Fuyu's smile never faded from her beautiful cheeks, "Fuyu has been with Master Hou for many years, and she has already figured out what you like, Master Hou."

"That's right, my Fuyu is the villain in my stomach, and I can't hide anything from you." Mo Jingzhi opened his eyes, and met Fuyu's blue eyes.

Fuyu did not avoid Mo Jingzhi's gaze, and turned the copper fan softly and slowly: "But Lord Hou has never understood Fuyu." With a smile, he still looked forward to his posture, like a stalk blooming in the wind, slim and graceful.

"Fuyu, I don't want to know someone too well." Mo Jingzhi slowly closed his eyes, his deeply knit brows gradually relaxed, but his tone became much lighter.

The smile on the corner of Fuyu's mouth also faded, she only smiled like a flower when she looked into Mo Jingzhi's black eyes, if Mo Jingzhi didn't look at her, she would put away her smile stingily, and even didn't smile in the mirror for herself. "Master Hou, that cold cake Fuyu didn't do well." Fuyu murmured.

"Why do you say that?" Mo Jingzhi still kept his eyes closed.

"Because Master Hou ate too fast." Fuyu lowered her eyes, looking at the ice cubes that were bubbling in the copper plate, a chill ran down Fuyu's hand and entered her heart, "If Fuyu really restored the cold cake that Lord Hou said, Lord Hou will be reluctant to eat it."

"Maybe." Mo Jingzhi did not deny it.

Fuyu's eyes darkened, and there was no smile in her blue eyes.She is from Baize, came to Yankong more than ten years ago, and met Mo Jingzhi by chance.At that time, Mo Jingzhi, who had not yet conquered the title, was still a young lieutenant in the Yankong Army. He was a chivalrous man, and he was arrogant. Mo Jingzhi had half the blood of Baize people. His complexion was fairer than that of Yankong people, and darker than that of Fuyu. Well, he didn't inherit Bai Zeren's blue eyes, which doesn't affect his appearance. Whether it was then or now, Mo Jingzhi is still the most fascinating figure in the hearts of Yankong women.Fuyu is no exception.It's just that Marquis Jinglie of Yankong doesn't seem to care about it.Fuyu thought of the oral order sent by Princess Ying a few days ago, and shook her head helplessly. Even the proud daughter of heaven who was raised in the deep palace fell in love with Mo Jingzhi, and even said "I don't want to marry unless you are a king", foolishly After waiting for Mo Jingzhi year after year, now that Princess Ying is about to stand, she has already passed the best years of a woman, so she just waits in the deep palace for Mo Jingzhi to turn back, one day Mo Jingzhi does not marry, one day Princess Ying will die Don't give up.Some people say that Mo Jingzhi is ruthless, but only Fuyu knows that Mo Jingzhi is not ruthless, he has exhausted his love for one person, but he has not kept that person.

"How is the cold cake made by that person?" Fuyu asked quietly.

The corner of the mouth of the person lying on the bed twitched, Mo Jingzhi still did not open his eyes, he was recalling, recalling that somewhat annoying face that had been pressed in his heart.

"The cold cake he made is actually not as clear as yours, and the fragrance of Shuangtang can't linger for that long. Sometimes, if you eat it in one bite, the fragrance will dissipate."

"Didn't Master Hou say that he is a master of cooking?"

"A master..." Mo Jingzhi thought for a while, "He is a master in everything. When I first met him, did you know what he was doing?"

"What?" Fuyu asked.

"Planting flowers." The smile on the corner of Mo Jingzhi's mouth deepened, "He said he was going to plant Shuangtang in the scorching hot sky. At that time, I thought he was a lunatic who took it for granted."

"He planted it?"

Mo Jingzhi nodded: "Well, it has been planted, but only one." Mo Jingzhi opened his eyes, and raised his finger to a red pomegranate flower in full bloom in the flower garden outside the door, "Here, it's right there, let him go After it died, I tried to raise it, but it died within half a month."

Fuyu looked in the direction of his finger, under the scorching sun, the bright red petals of the red pomegranate were like a raging fire, and seemed to be taller than the scorching sun. "Is it possible to live in such a place?" Fuyu exclaimed softly.

"Only he can." Mo Jingzhi said lightly.

"What happened next?" Fuyu asked.

"Later, I was wandering with him on the street, and we got into a pastry shop. We bought two pastries, which were too sweet to eat. Do you know what he said?" Fuyu is a very good listener, Mo Jingzhi Ask her and she will pick it up right away.Her heart was all on Mo Jingzhi.

"What are you talking about?" Fuyu asked with a slight smile.

"Fuyu, can't you guess?" This time, Mo Jingzhi didn't answer Fuyu immediately, he murmured and complained like a child, as if he went back more than ten years ago, when he was the mansion of Jinglie Houfu. The young master, and that person is the little guard following him.

"Fuyu can guess what Master Hou will say, but not that person." Fuyu said truthfully.

"That's right, you haven't seen him before." Mo Jingzhi lay back on the bed apologetically, "He said that he was going to open the best pastry shop in Zuzhou, which made me think of his pastries every day." Eat delicious pastries in the shop."

With a puff, Fuyu couldn't help laughing, she looked at the childlike joy on Mo Jingzhi's face, and seemed to feel the joy and contempt on Mo Jingzhi's face at that time.

"He really did it." Mo Jingzhi knew that Fuyu was laughing at that young man's absurd ambition. At that time, it was not a real wish for that young man, Mo Jingzhi always thought so. "It only took him three months to make the cold cake with the fragrance of frosty flowers. In the scorching heat, it is very happy to be able to eat such a refreshingly cold delicacy." Mo Jingzhi closed his eyes, layering Layers of memories flooded my mind, "However, it was hard for that shuangtang flower. Three months later, he plucked all the shuangtang flowers."

"It's so heartless." Fuyu said.

"Unfeeling?" Mo Jingzhi opened his eyes suddenly, and a cold light flashed across his deep black eyes, "Yeah, why didn't I think of that at that time." Mo Jingzhi smiled wryly, since he was young, that The boy is a person who can give up everything, and even draws his sword against him many years later.

"He is still very fickle." Mo Jingzhi turned his head to look at Fuyu, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "He is very good at everything, but I never thought that his best thing is marching and fighting. He left after half a year Yankong went to Shile, and gradually became the general of Shile Yu step by step from an unknown person, but in more than ten years, Gu Minglan's name has resounded throughout Zuzhou."

"But I have been chasing him for more than ten years, but I am not as good as him." Mo Jingzhi sighed and closed his eyes, "Fuyu, you should go down for a rest too."

"Yes, Lord Hou." Fuyu saluted Mo Jingzhi, bowed and backed out of Tingfengzhai.

Unknowingly, it has been half an hour since Fuyu listened to Mo Jingzhi's words, and at noon the scorching sun was even worse, and the sparse flowers and trees seemed to have lost their vitality, their branches were hanging down, and the petals were wilting together, only the red pomegranate flower was still facing The sun was in full bloom, as if it had absorbed all the spirits of the flowers and trees in the flower garden into itself.Fuyu walked up to the red pomegranate flower, squatted down, touched the root of the flower with her fingertips, and felt the heat from her fingertips. This land is indeed not suitable for planting the cold-loving Shuangtang.

Gu Minglan was born in the Gu family of Nanxun. In terms of status, he is no less humble than Mo Jingzhi.