Yunyue past events

The spring rain was continuous, falling on people's clothes, Yue Qian stood in the rain, and stayed with him outside the gate of Pan Palace. There were many people waiting quietly, all of them were followers of noble children.

Zhao Ling came out of Pan Palace and hurriedly boarded the carriage. He looked up at the dim sky, and said to the imperial husband, "Go back to Biedi."

Since studying in Pan Palace, Zhaoling often stays overnight in Biedi, so today is no surprise.

The curtain was lowered, Zhao Ling leaned leisurely in the carriage, the carriage moved forward slowly, followed closely by the entourage.

Suddenly, Zhaoling heard someone calling him, and Yufu had already stopped the car when he heard the sound.A carriage caught up behind him, and in the carriage was the seventh son of the ruler of Rong Kingdom——Zhaorui, the son.

Zhaorui has a plump body, seems to be fatter than last year,? He leaned out from the carriage and greeted warmly: "Eighth brother, are you going back to the palace today?"

He wanted to go on the same path as Zhao Ling, so he came after him to ask.

Zhaoling replied, "I won't go back."

The two carriages separated and drifted away. At this time, the rain was getting heavier and the sound of rain was splashing.

Watching Zhao Ling's carriage leave, Zhao Rui murmured to himself: "I really don't understand, his Bettie is empty, not even a singing and dancing Meiji,? What's the fun of living there?"

There are many beauties in Zhaorui Bedi, which can be used for him to have fun, but he doesn't stay in Bedi often, and often returns to the palace.He had to seize the time to express his loyalty and filial piety to his father and king before he was kicked out of the fiefdom, so as to establish a good relationship.

Yueqian followed Zhaoling's carriage, without cover or barriers, and his clothes were wet by the heavy rain. He didn't care about the rain, but instead looked at the vehicles coming and going in the rain and fog.

The people sitting in the car are either students of Pangong, or officials of Pangong.Each of these men had an entourage, and these men also consistently ignored the entourage of others.

Outside the gate of Pangong Palace, Yueqian encountered son Zhaorui countless times, but he never recognized Yueqian, never paid attention to him.

Zhaoling's annex was close to Pan Palace, not a long distance away, and the heavy rain still drenched every follower in the car, as if they had just been fished out of the water.

The rain kept washing Yue Qian's face, blocking his sight. He didn't reach out to wipe his face, but just blinked his eyes a few times. The other followers either hurriedly pulled their long sleeves to cover the rain, or complained in a low voice, but he remained indifferent.

When I was a slave, I suffered many hardships. I was fishing with a net in heavy rain and waves, and I was almost in danger several times.Walking on the flat avenue, it's just a downpour, and the more you dive, the more you don't worry about it.

Yue Qian didn't care, but someone did.

His position with the car has always been arranged next to the window, which is closest to the owner of the car.Zhaoling heard the sudden sound of rain, pushed open the window, and saw the rain beating like beans, hitting Yueqian's angular face one after another, and wet his clothes.

Yueqian does not have the reaction of ordinary people, does not panic, does not cover the rain, and is used to it.

During this period of getting along, Zhaoling discovered that Yueqian had a lot of differences from ordinary people. His reaction to the outside world was sometimes slow, which was mostly related to the difficult life experience in Yuanli.

Braving the heavy rain to return to Bedi, all the followers in the car were drenched, whether they pulled up their sleeves to cover the rain or let the rain hit their faces, they were all like a drowned rat.

Yueqian returned to the side room wearing dripping clothes, he took off the gauze crown, took off his boots, stripped off all his clothes, and took a towel to wipe his body.

Just after he finished wiping his body and before he had time to wipe his hair, he heard the maid calling him outside the door: "Come over quickly, the young master is calling you."

Yue Qian put on a set of dry clothes, put the gauze crown back on his wet hair, opened the door, and followed the maid to Zhao Ling's room.

For other servants, if they want to enter Gong Ziling's room, they must notify in advance, and they can only enter with the master's permission.Yue Qian didn't need it, he followed the maid and walked in directly.

A maid in the room pointed to the door curtain behind her and whispered, "Master is changing clothes."

During the process of getting out of the Pan Palace, arriving at the other hall, getting off the car and entering the gate of the courtyard, Zhao Ling was more or less drenched in rain.

Zhao Ling inside had already heard the sound, calling out: "Yue Qian, come in!"

Behind the door tent is Zhao Ling's bedroom, and it's not the first time for Yue Qian to step in. Hearing the sound, he went straight in.

Zhao Ling's back was facing Yue Qian, the high crown on his head had been taken off, his long hair was draped over his shoulders, he just took off his close-fitting clothes, revealing his white and smooth back.

Yue Qian's eyes didn't move down, and when there was nowhere to put them, the maid had already put on a silk lining robe for Zhao Ling, and then layers of clothes were added, which was cumbersome and complicated.

Zhao Ling turned around, and the maid was helping him tie his clothes. He cast a glance at Yue Qian, and saw that the other party had changed into dry clothes, but his hair was not dried, and his collar was stained with water. He did things quite quickly. .

As if casually, Zhao Ling said: "The two silk scrolls brought back got damp, you take them in and dry them."

In one corner of the room was a fancy bronze stove with charcoal burning, which was used for warmth and to drive away the humidity.

When Zhao Ling said these words, the maid had already tied the belt for him, her arms were around his waist, and she started to tie the belt.One person buckles the belt of another person, and they must be close together, body-to-skin touching, and behaving intimately.

The beautiful maid and the beautiful son are close to each other.

Yue Qian lowered his eyes and replied, "Yes."

Seeing him leave, Zhao Ling thought, he never said "Chen", always answered "yes" to orders, and then, he was gone.

There are two volumes of silk books on the wooden table in the study next door. There are several water stains on them. After being exposed to rain, they can be left to dry naturally, or they can be dried.Silk books are precious and fragile, unlike bamboo slips, they need to be carefully preserved on weekdays.

Yue Qian took the silk book and dried it by the stove. In this process, the silk book must be unfolded and spread on both hands. When drying, it should not be too close to the stove, nor too far away, and the posture must be maintained. Do not move.

If it is other items, Yue Qian will not cherish them. The words that can be written on silk books have always been precious classics.He sat by the stove, toasting the silk books carefully, with a concentrated expression.

Zhao Ling put on her clothes and let her long hair loose, she leaned on the couch not far from the bronze stove.His hair was soaked in the rain, even if there were only a few drops of raindrops, the maid waited on him and wiped his hair in a serious manner.

He just lay there as if he had nothing to do, reading Yue Qian's silk book, his eyes were not on the silk book, but on Yue Qian's body.

"In the past, dry his hair." Zhao Ling ordered the maid.

The water stains on the diving collar are spreading, and he has wet hair and a wet gauze crown on his head.

The maid would obey no matter how weird the request was, she was about to serve Yue Qian with the silk handkerchief that had been wiped off Zhao Ling's hair.

Yue Qian consciously took off his tassel belt and hair crown, let the maid spread his wet hair and brush it for him.Yue Qian naturally felt weird in his heart, but his eyes stayed on the silk book in his hand, he didn't turn his head, and didn't want to meet Gong Ziling's eyes.

When others are staring at him, even if their backs are turned away, he can still feel it.

During the slow process of drying the silk book, Yueqian's damp hair gradually dried, and his body felt warm.

The rain was pattering outside, and the house was warm.

Just when Yueqian was about to bake the silk book, the voice of his attendant Zheng Ming came from outside the dormitory. He stood under the eaves and reported to Zhaoling: "Young master, the minister has returned from the city."

Through the door tent, Zheng Ming's voice was loud and clear: "Mrs. Jun is fine, but I miss you very much, and asked when you will return to the palace."

Zhaoling replied: "Understood."

She didn't return to the palace for three or four days, and Mrs. Xu Ji missed her very much.

"Mrs. Jun was worried that Biedi's food didn't suit the young master's taste, so she specially asked the minister to bring back a box of honeydew lotus root, saying that the young master likes to eat it." Zheng Ming was holding a box of honeydew lotus root in both hands, and reported loudly.

His sleeves were stained with water, and there was a puddle of muddy water under his feet. He had just come from the city.

Naturally, there was also a heavy rain on the road. He hid from the rain in the car and didn't get wet much.In order to show that he had worked hard all the way, he didn't change his clothes, but rushed to find Zhaoling to return to his life.

A maid came out from the house and took the box of lotus root in Zheng Ming's hand.

"Nothing else, just go down."

Zhao Ling's voice came from inside the house.

Zheng Ming replied: "Yes, young master."

He didn't leave immediately, but followed the maid holding the lotus root, and asked her in a low voice, "Who is in the master's bedroom?" He could vaguely see a figure, not the slender figure of a woman.

Young Master Ling's dormitory is not accessible to just anyone, and Zheng Ming has never entered it once.

The maid wanted to send the honey lotus root to the kitchen, but Zheng Ming followed her all the way, so she had to say: "It's Yue servant, the young master asked him to bake books inside." Zheng Ming snorted coldly, and murmured: "It's him again."

After sending Zheng Ming away, Zhao Ling got up and came to Yue Qian's side, and saw that he had already dried the silk books and was rolling them into a bundle.

Zhaoling praised: "I can't tell, you are quite patient."

Indeed, seeing him guarding the stove for a long time, he never changed his posture.Although it is a very small thing, most people do not have such concentration.

Zhaoling approached, looked at Yueqian's hair, and asked, "Is your hair dry?"

Realizing that there seemed to be other meanings when Zhao Ling asked this sentence, Yue Qian reached out to touch the hair hanging on his shoulders. The wet hair was indeed dry, and Yue Qian replied in a daze, "It's dry."

He has already realized why Gong Ziling asked him to come in, and why he asked him to bake silk books.

"Hand over the silk book."

Zhao Ling reached out to pick up the silk book, his fingers were long and smooth.

After Yue Qian heard the prompt, he handed over the silk paper.

Holding the silk book, Zhao Ling walked to the mirror stand and sat down. While he was checking the silk book, the maid combed his hair.

Seeing that there was no other errand, Yueqian exited Zhaoling's residence, and he strode down the stone steps in a hurry.

Going back to the side room, his own room, Yue Qian combed his hair, tied up the loose hair, tied it in a bun, and inserted a hairpin.There is a mirror stand in the room, which he rarely uses, but at this moment he is in front of the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror.

Myself has changed a lot, and sometimes when I suddenly see the person in the mirror, I feel a sense of strangeness.

He used to be a slave fishing and boating in the garden, and a slave laborer carrying bamboo slips in the treasury. Now he is the son of the ruler of Rong Kingdom and the attendant of Gongzi Ling.

What should he be, what does he want to be?

Yue Qian overturned the mirror, put the lid on the mirror box, and painted the mirror box with exquisite patterns, even the comb on the wooden case is quite unique.

Spending years of extremely rough life in the garden made him dull in some aspects. He failed to pay attention to the exquisiteness of the items he used.

The housekeeper's ability to figure out the master's mind is really too powerful.

At dusk, several cooks waited neatly under the doorstep, holding the food plate with both hands, and the food was on the plate.The housekeeper took the food from the cook, and he would take a bite of everything to test the taste. He personally brought the food into the house and placed it on the dining table.

Delicious delicacies filled the dining table.

Zhao Ling only eats a small portion of it, he is very picky eater.

The cook stood outside the door feeling uneasy, fearing that the food would not suit the master's appetite, and he would have to be reprimanded by the housekeeper.It is not only the cooks who are afraid of being reprimanded, but also the musicians, who play the japanese and the harp, and are responsible for adding to the fun.

For a dinner, a large group of people waited around, Zhaoling stretched out his hands for clothes and opened his mouth for food since he was a child.

Cut a piece of stewed meat in half, then from the tenderest part, thinly cut seven or eight slices of meat, and put them on a golden bronze plate.When he does these things, the housekeeper will guide him, and he has many rules and is very particular.

The housekeeper picked up the bronze plate with the sliced ​​meat and placed it in front of Zhaoling in order.

The maid picks up the meat slices, puts them on the small bronze dyeing stove, dips them in the warm sauce, and then puts the sauced meat slices into the Zhaoling bowl.

Of the seven or eight pieces of meat, he only ate three pieces, and there were so many delicacies on the dining table, some of which he didn't even touch.

Zhao Ling picked up the honey lotus root and ate it slowly. The honey lotus root sent by her mother was still delicious.After eating the lotus root, Zhao Ling raised a hand, and the maid wiped his hands with a towel.

The belly was already full, glanced at the table full of food, Zhao Ling said: "Take it away."

The housekeeper was about to take it away, when he suddenly heard Zhao Ling say: "Wait a minute", he stopped immediately, waiting for new instructions.

"Give him tableware and the same food as mine." Zhao Ling ordered the housekeeper, looking past him at Yue Qian behind him.

Yueqian was ordered to serve Zhaoling for dinner, and he was still on an empty stomach.

The housekeeper replied: "Yes, young master."

It is definitely an honor to eat the same food as the owner.

Not daring to be negligent, the housekeeper personally held the spoon, filled the broth and rice, brought out a portion of the same food as Mr. Ling, and placed it in front of Yue Qian.

There are grilled lamb chops, beef soup, steamed soft-shelled turtle, fish sticks, steamed barley rice, honeydew lotus root, etc., plus several kinds of dipping sauce.

Yue Qian looked at the delicious food given by the case, and was quite surprised.

Zhao Ling stared at Yue Qian, and urged: "Eat them."

Zhao Ling, who has been urged by her mother to eat since she was a child, does not want to urge others to eat.

Yueqian picked up the lacquer chopsticks and tasted all the food, such as the deliciously grilled lamb chops, the fragrant beef soup, the sweet steamed turtle meat, and the honey lotus root, a special product of Rongguo that he had never tasted before...

Honey lotus root is very sweet. The experience of eating maltose in the garden is the only memory of sweetness after Yue Qian became a slave.

Tasting the deliciousness on the tip of the tongue makes people happy, but also makes people vulnerable.

Everything was something that they couldn't eat when they were in Yuanyu. The most common food for Yuanyuan slaves was stewed wild vegetables and miscellaneous fish soup, which was a shellfish that even soldiers looked down on.

Beef and mutton is a food exclusively for nobles, and many common people have never eaten a bite in their entire lives.

Eat when you can, drink when you can, don't waste food, CDs.

Watching Yueqian eat from the sidelines, Zhao Ling suddenly felt that the food was very delicious, obviously before, when he ate it, he felt that it was very ordinary.

For some reason, watching him enjoy the delicious food gives me a sense of satisfaction.

After Yueqian finished his meal, the housekeeper took the food away.

Several servants carried food boxes, copper guis, copper dyeing stoves and other things through the gate of the main courtyard and walked on the stone path leading to other courtyards. The servants talked about what happened when the prince was eating.

A servant said: "This is the first time I have seen such a thing, that servant is very lucky!"

Another responder: "That is, if I can eat such a meal, I will die tomorrow!"

Who doesn't love delicious food, let alone a servant who only has beans, rice, salted fish, vegetables and melons for two meals a day.

Zheng Ming had a full meal from the kitchen of the other courtyard and was about to return to the main courtyard when he heard the servant's discussion, he was jealous but still puzzled.

He has been the servant of Young Master Ling for some time, but he has never seen Young Master Ling share food with his followers.

Zheng Ming muttered: "What a Tibetan slave, what is his origin?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-31?01:01:39~2021-06-03?09:58:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep-water torpedo: Pineapple Mimimi? 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Qin Gu? 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the grenade: Pineapple Mimimi, Meow Meow, yyyyyyyy, Jiudou? 1;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: gnawing dog food every day? 3; Thelma: 2; Lizzyzyx, Wolf Walking at Dawn, One Flower One World, Qin Gu, Mi Chong Xiao D, Xiao Ma Ge, ECHO, Charming , Meow Aow Meow, Kissfox, Yang Liujin, Prefer Little Milk Cake? 1 piece;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：奈奈奈奈奈、阿妫?40瓶；Kissfox?20瓶；伊宝、米虫小D?10瓶；折眉?9瓶；喵嗷喵?6瓶；酒舒、叶蓁?5瓶；夢中鸟?2瓶；利索、短尾巴的羚羊、呦鸣?1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!