After the prosperous Tang Dynasty

When the news of Chang'an City arrived, Princess Xianyi was stunned for a long time in disbelief, she stood up abruptly, turned and left the flower hall without looking back.

The ladies and young ladies who were talking and laughing at Yanyan just now all fell silent in an instant, and there was no sound in the scene, they only exchanged glances quietly.

Under such circumstances, the [-]-day banquet of Young Master Yang's Mansion would not be able to continue. Yang Hui hastily apologized to the guests who came today, and then hurriedly left after Princess Xianyi.

There were guests who had good friends with Princess Xianyi or Yang Hui, and they immediately stood up and directed the people in the Yang residence to help send the other guests away.

As for Princess Xianyi and Yang Hui, they didn't care about anything, so they immediately left Luoyang City and rushed to Xingqing Palace in Chang'an City.

After Zhao Junzhuo returned home from the Yang Mansion, he used to go to the small Buddhist hall where his mother Liu secretly enshrined the memorial tablet of Concubine Zhao who died young, but after entering the main courtyard, there was a maid waiting there, saluting softly: " Mr. Xiao Lang, Mr. Lang is waiting for you in the courtyard."

Zhao Junzhuo's footsteps paused for a moment, and he glanced over slightly, with a little indifference and indifference. However, after seeing the respectful appearance of the maid with her head bowed, Zhao Junzhuo's face showed a slightly With a very sarcastic smile, "Lead the way ahead, I'm going to see Ah Weng here." However, Zhao Junzhuo's voice sounded very gentle, as if all the resentment and alienation towards his grandfather in his heart did not exist.

The maid nodded slightly, and walked ahead with a low eyebrow.

Once upon a time, Zhao Junzhuo seldom came to the courtyard. The hair of the old man of the Zhao Mansion was a little gray, but it was still tied up neatly, revealing an old face with clear wrinkles and the vicissitudes of time.

"Ah Weng." Zhao Junzhuo bowed his head slightly to salute, full of respect, but never close.

The old man of the Zhao family frowned slightly. Ever since the accidental death of Zhao Junzhuo's father and his only son, the old man who was originally peaceful and had an extraordinary temperament quickly became tired and old. The solemnity and rigor that make people avoid it.

The old man of the Zhao Mansion frowned and asked directly, "I heard that something unexpected happened at the centenary banquet of Princess Xianyi and Yang Hui's eldest son today?"

Zhao Junzhuo nodded, with a careless calm in his voice, "The six hundred miles from Chang'an City were sent urgently. Concubine Wu Hui passed away. Princess Xianyi and concubine Yang Hui are in a hurry to return to the palace for the funeral."

The expression of the old man of the Zhao Mansion changed slightly. He couldn't help but look at Zhao Junzhuo who was still so calm. The tone of his grandson was too calm, as if what Zhao Junzhuo just said was not the favorite of the Sixth Palace. The death of Concubine Wu Hui was just like an ordinary woman from an ordinary family...

Such a reaction, if it is said that he has a city in his heart and remains calm, is enough. However, Zhao Junzhuo's reaction is not just deep-minded, but more of a kind of indifference that does not take everything seriously. Such an overly cold temperament, on the contrary It made the old man of the Zhao Mansion feel uneasy from time to time...

At the end, the old man of the Zhao Mansion sighed slightly, and waved his hand to indicate that Zhao Junzhuo could leave.

Zhao Junzhuo turned around and left after saluting as before.

However, the young man's shoulders are still a bit thin, but his back is as straight as a pine and cypress, with a kind of aloofness that would rather bend than bend, as if no matter how big the storm is, don't even think about making him bow his head even a little bit. .

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The death of Concubine Wu Hui, Xiao Yansui waited until the next day after Xu Guogong's wife He Shi, Princess Xinchang, and Xiao Yansui's mother Pei Shi went to the palace to mourn, and when she woke up and found that she seemed to be the only one left in the house, Xiao Yansui did not leave the house. Axiu knew it from her mouth.

——It's just that, as Concubine Wu Hui, even if Xiao Yansui knew that she had passed away, she still didn't know what it meant, anyway, she didn't know her =_=

Xiao Yansui ate breakfast by himself, worked in the study for a long time, ate lunch by himself, and went to take a nap. After waking up, he stretched comfortably, then walked to the yard, and Xiaotu The dog played for a while.

Because of the heavy rain yesterday, the little dog's kennel was watered badly by the rain, so Xiao Yansui simply spread a blanket in the outer room of his bedroom, which was a simple kennel for the little dog.

It’s okay that it’s summer now, but when it’s winter and the weather is cold, it’s better to keep the little dog inside the house to be warmer.

Xiao Yansui, who had nothing to do, was in the study by himself, and simply took out the soap that was compacted and packed in the box last time.

It stands to reason that Xiao Yansui used the thermal reaction soap making method. After the reaction is completed, let it stand for a few hours, and the soap can be used after it is precipitated and formed. However, Xiao Yansui himself is not in a hurry, so he simply This box of soap was kept for a few more days, and when Axiu and the others almost forgot about it, they suddenly remembered it, and then started tinkering with it.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?" after smelling a scent, the little dog who followed Xiao Yansui's feet stretched out his front paws on the desk curiously, and tried to sniff it with his wet little black nose. A piece of soap, but, after a little curiosity about this smell, which is obviously different from food, the little dog turned his head away and obviously lost interest.

Holding a carving knife in his hand, Xiao Yansui took apart the whole wooden box, gestured on a large piece of soap for a while, and then began to slowly cut at a position about three centimeters from the edge.

After she cut the soap into a dozen pieces of about the same size, she quickly collected the remaining small soaps and put them in a small bowl.

——If it is in later generations, these leftovers will definitely be thrown away as waste, but in the Tang Dynasty where supplies are relatively scarce, it is better to put them away and use them slowly. It is actually good to wash your hands at ordinary times.

"Axiu," Xiao Yansui called into the yard. After cutting the soap, she casually threw the carving knife on the case, and then began to put together the wooden box that she had dismantled into several pieces.

The little dog lying beside Xiao Yansui's feet also raised its head and gave a "wow" to the yard.

Almost instantaneously, Axiu came towards the study with some hasty footsteps. After entering the room, Axiu said softly: "Liu Niang, the servant girl is here."

"Well, you put this—" Xiao Yansui, who was still assembling the wooden box, ordered casually without raising her head, "These pieces of soap—forget it, I don't know what to call it, you put these Give me a share of the fast things, leave me a few yuan, and send the rest to A Niang!"

As a result, before Xiao Yansui finished speaking, Axiu's expression changed immediately after seeing the carving knife that Xiao Yansui casually threw on the table.

"Liu Niang!" Axiu almost blurted out, full of worry and a little bit of fear.

"Ah?" Xiao Yansui, who was still holding the wooden box with mortise and tenon structure, raised her head upon hearing the sound, and raised her eyebrows in confusion, "Is there something wrong?"

Axiu's gaze was still on the carving knife, and she couldn't help but muttered: "The carving knife is too dangerous, what should I do if I accidentally hurt my hand..."

The carving knives in the study are actually mostly used to carve seals.

Xiao Yansui doesn't have this hobby herself, but she also has a few extremely precious stones in her study, and the carving knife is of course a matching item.

On weekdays, this kind of thing is regarded as a decoration and decoration in a box, even Axiu has never cared about it, but now, Xiao Yansui actually took out the carving knife to play with, Axiu naturally couldn't help it Started to worry.

"It's just two pieces of soap, both of which are soft." Xiao Yansui said casually.

Axiu looked at the pile of more than a dozen milky white translucent lumps that Xiao Yansui called "soap", and she still couldn't react.

Xiao Yansui experienced the whole process of making soap.

She walked up to it, and stretched out her hand to touch it cautiously. The touch was smooth and soft, with a very comfortable and subtle slippery feeling. Moreover, it was obviously boiled with caustic soda and lard, but now it did not burn her hands, and it was completely There is no greasy or oily feeling, but only the smell of the spices that were put in last, and the scent of these soaps seems to be much softer than the previous spices.

Axiu was quite surprised for a while, and couldn't help reaching out her hand to touch it a few more times.

"Liu Niang, you said these things are similar to bath beans?" Axiu couldn't help asking curiously.

"Well," Xiao Yansui nodded casually.

After reassembling the wooden box with mortise and tenon structure, because the wood would inevitably be stained with soap, Xiao Yansui directly soaked the wooden box in the basin, washed it first, and Axiu helped her replace it with a clean one. Xiao Yansui continued soaking in clean water, but washed his hands first and dried them.

"Soak it for a while longer, then take the box out of the water and dry it before drying it." Xiao Yansui smelled the smell after washing her hands with soap, and thought it was okay—although there is this kind of spice in the house on weekdays, it sounds like The smell is a bit repetitive, it's more or less greasy, maybe you can change it to a fresh and fresh scent next time, such as mint is good.

——By the way, is there any mint in Tang Dynasty now?

Xiao Yansui was pondering, while thinking, it might be better to ask the imperial physician for such a question?

"You can try washing your hands first, I think the effect is not bad." After Xiao Yansui wiped her hands clean, she gently smelled the smell on the back of her hands, it was still quite fresh.

Axiu pursed her lips lightly, but she didn't wash her hands with soap like Xiao Yansui did, but re-washed the wooden box containing the soap before, and felt that it was lighter than using spices directly The taste seems to stay on the fingertips.

Axiu was full of surprise, and said softly: "Madam will probably not come back until evening, maidservant will put away these incenses—soaps first, and send them to Madam later."

Xiao Yansui nodded indifferently, "Yes."

·

In the evening, after the carriage of Pei's group came back, Xiao Yansui, who was free anyway, went directly to the yard to meet them.

"Aniang!" After seeing Mrs. Pei get off the carriage, Xiao Yansui walked over, and then greeted Princess Xinchang with a smile who also just got off the carriage.

Xiao Yansui led the little dog with a rope. Right now, he was squatting obediently at Xiao Yansui's feet, looking quite handsome and lively.

After Xu Guogong's wife, Mrs. He, was supported by the maid and slowly got out of the carriage, Xiao Yansui raised her eyebrows, but still smiled and said, "Grandma."

Mrs. Xu Guogong's Mrs. He Shi just nodded slightly when she heard the words, but there was no smile on her face. After signaling to Mrs. Pei and Princess Xinchang, she was supported by her maid and went back to the main courtyard where she was.

It is clear that Xiao Yansui is the only granddaughter of the Xiao family's direct relatives, but perhaps it is because they are born to dislike each other. It can be said that there has always been some inexplicable subtleties between Mrs. Xu Guogong's Mrs. He and Xiao Yansui.

Mrs. Xu Guogong's wife, Mrs. He, of course, can't do anything to embarrass her granddaughter. Xiao Yansui looks like a five-year-old child on the outside, but she is also an adult at heart. Deliberately trying to annoy her, to the point of being concerned about Mrs. Xu Guogong's wife He's status as an elder, every time Xiao Yansui meets her by chance, she will be more polite and considerate than usual.

However, people's eyesight is such a wonderful thing, if you don't like it, you don't like it, and if you don't like it, you don't like it.

Xiao Yansui was more polite, Mrs. Xu Guogong's wife, Mrs. He, felt more and more irritable when she saw her. However, this kind of boredom from the bottom of her heart had no legitimate reason to say it out. Therefore, Mrs. He hoped that Xiao Yansui could If you click away from her, the two of them will disappear, which will save you from getting bored for nothing.

Mrs. Pei has long been used to the extremely subtle aura between her daughter and her mother-in-law, but she looks calm, but Princess Xinchang, who is standing aside, inevitably feels a little embarrassed.

After Xu Guogong's wife, Mrs. He, walked away, Princess Xinchang, who was so embarrassed that she didn't know what else to say, said, "I'm going back now."

After hearing this, Mrs. Pei just smiled and said softly and concernedly: "Princess go to bed earlier."

Concubine Wu Hui passed away. Although she did not have the name of a queen, her mausoleum was compared with that of the queen. However, when it came time to make all the princes and princesses mourn, Xuanzong insisted on following the funeral rituals of concubines, only Concubine Wu Hui His own children personally mourned.

However, having said that, even if other people don't need to follow into the palace to toss about in the next few days, no matter whether it is the junior Princess Xinchang or the married woman Pei, on the surface, everyone is very happy. Showed a sad look at the right time.

After Xu Guogong's wife He Shi and Princess Xinchang left, for a while, only Pei Shi was left in the yard.

"Aren't you tired?" Xiao Yansui stepped forward and took Pei's hand.

It's just that, now that she has short legs and a short stature, if she wants to grab Pei's hand, she has to raise her hand.

Mrs. Pei held her precious daughter's soft little hand, and walked slowly towards her yard with her.

Because of the incident at Ximing Temple last time, after Yunxiu came back, although Mrs. Pei did not punish her, she still removed her from the position of her personal maid, and now only Yunyan and Yunxia were left. personal.

Knowing that Mrs. Pei would come back late today, Yunyan started to rush to put the food on the table as soon as she saw Mrs. Pei's figure.

Mrs. Pei took her daughter and sat on the main seat together, looked up at Axiu, and blamed slightly: "It's so late, why didn't you let Liu Niang have dinner earlier? In the evening, she can't help being hungry as a child."

"No, I've already eaten, and I'll eat some with Auntie." Xiao Yansui waved her hand and explained.

After hearing this, Mrs. Pei showed a shallow smile, and gently touched the soft hair on the top of her daughter's head.

"By the way, Auntie, I brought you some soap, and you can wash your hands later." Xiao Yansui sat at the dining table, but couldn't help but sell to Mrs. Pei what she just cut into pieces today.

While holding the chopsticks, Xiao Yansui was still pondering that the spices added to the soap are commonly used at home. According to common sense, no one in the family should be allergic...

·

Before Concubine Wu Hui was officially buried, her biological children mourned in the Xingqing Palace every day. Such a ceremony lasted for several days before resting.

Moreover, because of Concubine Wu Hui's sudden death, Li Linfu and others who once regarded Prince Li Heng as a thorn in their side were unable to recover for a while.

Coupled with the fact that Concubine Wu Hui had not been buried yet, Xuanzong had been in a state of sadness and melancholy during this time. For a while, even the previous dynasty had rarely stopped. No one dared to deliberately stir up trouble at this time, for fear of sudden Just bumped into Xuanzong who was in a bad mood...

It has to be said that during the funeral, Prince Li Heng had the most relaxed time since he was canonized as prince.

And during this period, the prince's third daughter, Li Wenning, the princess, asked the prince Li Heng about Xiao Yansui's injury in private, and got the answer directly.

After finally concubine Wu Hui bore the posthumous title of Empress Zhenshun, and Xuanzong wrote the tombstone with his own handwriting, and was finally buried in the Jingling Mausoleum, the funeral was finally over.

Li Chu, Li Tan, Li Wenning and others in the Crown Prince's East Palace still got together as a matter of course, and kept away the maids waiting on the left and right, usually talking in a low voice while eating.

"I asked Aye about Xiao Liuniang," Li Wenning said, which was the main point.

Li Chu smiled and said, "Sure enough, there is something hidden."

Li Tan also raised his head, blinked his eyes, and asked softly: "How do you say?"

Li Wenning paused for a moment, and then whispered with some complicated emotions: "Aye told me to stay away from Princess Wan'an."

"Princess Wan'an?" Li Chu couldn't help being slightly taken aback when he heard this, he remembered that Princess Wan'an was indeed present at Ximing Temple that day, and it turned out that Xiao Liuniang's injury was actually related to her?

Li Tan couldn't help but frowned, and remembered another thing, "Not long ago, Princess Wan'an was grounded for self-reflection."

Li Wenning said subconsciously: "It's been a while since that incident happened to Xiao Liuniang, it shouldn't be because of the same incident—"

As a result, after saying this, Li Wenning himself was slightly stunned.

Li Chu frowned slightly, looking thoughtful.

"I think that the saint's move seems to be deliberately avoiding the previous incident." Li Tan said in a low voice.

Li Wenning bit her lower lip lightly, and murmured softly, "I don't know, whether Xiao Liuniang knows about this or not."

Li Chu glanced at his younger sister, then shook his head slightly, did he know that the saint deliberately suppressed this matter, and the Xiao family did not continue to pursue it, as if the matter had just passed away.

·

At Prince Shou's mansion, Princess Xianyi and Concubine Yang Hui, who were going back to Chang'an City for the funeral, finally came out from Xingqing Palace and were sitting in the hall. Not long after, Li Mao hurried over.

"Sister." Li Mao was still slightly in a trance, and after pulling himself together, he whispered to Princess Xianyi.

Because of Concubine Wu Hui's sudden death, she was in grief, and it was hard work to cry every day. Princess Xianyi's life has obviously eased up a lot, especially since she had just given birth to her eldest son for more than three months, and her body was healthy during pregnancy. She was a bit plump after taking care of her, but now her figure is thin, and she can't see the slightest of her previous appearance.

Princess Xianyi looked up at Yang Hui, looking for a reason, and after sending away the son-in-law, she grabbed Li Mao and asked in a low voice: "Aniang's death, I heard from the maid beside Aniang, seems to be related to waste. The prince and others are related, is there such a thing?"

Shouwang Li Mao was slightly stunned, and subconsciously asked, "Why did sister say that?"

Princess Xianyi frowned slightly, she stood in the hall, paced back and forth with suspicion on her face, and then continued to ask questioningly: "You don't know about this?"

The longevity king Li Mao was stunned, and then said: "When Auntie was sick, I was always by her side. Every night, Auntie said that I often saw the ghosts of Li Ying and three people, and I followed Auntie's instructions. I have personally searched in the direction of the doctor, but found nothing. Even the imperial physician can only say that Aniang may have some hysteria because she is ill..."

"This..." Princess Xianyi couldn't help biting her lips when she heard this, clenched her hands into fists, and asked in a low voice: "Does Aye know about this? What does Aye say?"

When mentioning Xuanzong, the longevity king Li Mao couldn't help lowering his voice, and said cautiously: "Aniang once ordered people to do it at night and reburied the three kings. Aye knew about this and acquiesced, but he tried everything he could. Always out of place..."

After hearing this, Princess Xianyi couldn't help clenched her fists and sighed softly, with tears in her eyes, she said in a low voice after a long while: "That's all."

After a while, the son-in-law Yang Hui who was dismissed by Princess Xianyi also came back.

Princess Xianyi naturally didn't mention the past anymore, the three of them sat together, the pain of losing their mother hadn't gone away, so naturally they didn't have the mood to talk much.

Still inadvertently, the son-in-law Yang Hui saw that the birthday king Li Mao had been going in and out by himself all the time without the concubine's company, so he casually asked Princess Xianyi in a low voice.

Princess Xianyi was taken aback when she heard the words, especially since she and Yang Yuhuan had known each other for a long time, so she said directly: "Why haven't you seen your princess all this time, but you feel unwell?"

The birthday king Li Mao didn't answer immediately, and after a while, he said in a slightly complicated tone: "When Auntie was sick, the concubine always stayed in Xingqing Palace to take care of her sickness."

His words did not directly answer Princess Xianyi's question.

Princess Xianyi and consort Yang Hui looked at each other, but for some reason, their hearts seemed to be clouded.

·

In the Xingqing Palace, there were guards, servants and maids walking around throughout the night, but it was still quiet, as if no one should be disturbed.

Standing under the long steps of the palace, Gao Lishi seemed to be looking at the end of the palace, but his face was as calm and indifferent as ever. The cool evening wind blew his wide sleeves, and the gust of wind It seems to be caged in the sleeve.

The deep night had completely enveloped it at some point, and a crooked moon hung on the treetop, passing through the dense leaves and branches, and when it fell on the ground, there were only stars and mottled moonlight left.

The beautiful and charming woman in the sleeping hall, under the dim lights and candles, with icy muscles and bones, could not help but let out a few low and broken moans amidst the rapid panting sound, a gust of wind blows, the veil in the palace The curtain fluttered lightly, and even that fragile voice seemed to be blown away by the night wind.