Leaning on the railing Jiangyue

After eating the dates, the two continued on their way. They stopped and stopped until they returned to the palace at night. Zhao Yu wanted Xu Fengjin to have dinner with him, but Xu Fengjin rubbed his stomach and hiccupped: "I ate too many dates today. You have to digest it first, and then have dinner with the prince tomorrow."

Zhao Yu didn't make things difficult for him, and the two went back to the courtyard separately. Before Xu Fengjin could wash up and go to bed, Cheng Qiao brought a bowl of sweet soup into the room, and said bluntly, "My lord asked you to drink the soup, saying it was dates. Eating too much hurts the spleen and stomach, if you feel uncomfortable, let Cen Ling call the doctor."

Xu Fengjin thanked her, and after Cheng Qiao left, she looked at the bowl of delicate sweet soup with ginkgo fruit and medlar that was moderately hot, and she didn't know what to think.

Cen Ling asked him what was wrong, and he said, "There's something I haven't figured out yet, I'll tell you when I figure it out."

The next day they said they had dinner with Zhao Yu, so at noon Xu Fengjin took Cen Ling to the outer house, Zhao Yu was trimming flowers and plants in the courtyard, saw him come in, and invited him to the flower hall.

There was a hint of fragrance in the hall, like the steamed flower dew that Xu Fengjin often used in the south hall. Seeing him standing at the door and sniffing for a while, Zhao Yu took out a sachet from his arms and handed it to him: "I I heard that this flower dew is often used by the princess's mother, and a friend just went to Lin'an a while ago, so I asked him to go to the south hall to find the proprietress for some."

The sachet is obviously newly embroidered, the ink and wash are elegant and elegant, and the silk is embroidered with a few beauties under the moon, which are lightly fragrant. Xu Fengjin held it in his hand, said thank you in a low voice, and looked at the table full of delicacies food.

The meals also seemed to be well-prepared, there were only a few main courses, and the rest were snacks, sugar buns, plum cakes, dried apricot slices, lychee paste, not only that, but also wine, not spicy liquor, but It was peach blossom sweet wine in a jade cup. Xu Fengjin picked up the glass and smelled it, and asked in surprise, "Is this peach blossom wine from Liudian Village?"

Zhao Yu handed him a pair of chopsticks, and said with a smile, "Exactly, I didn't expect the princess to be able to smell the smell of my hometown."

Xu Fengjin was startled, and said, "How does the lord know that it is my hometown?"

Zhao Yudao: "Since the concubine works for me, the king will naturally find out her background."

Xu Fengjin said in his heart: Indeed.

Zhao Yu said again: "There is also lychee paste, which is the recipe that the king asked his friend to find from the shopkeeper Chen Er in Nanbeixie Street. Let the cook try to make it. I don't know if the taste is authentic. The princess will taste it first. Try it, if it doesn't work, let the cook redo it, if it still doesn't work, the king will also send someone to deliver fresh lychees to the concubine, but it will take a few more days."

Xu Fengjin listened to him quietly, then suddenly smiled and said, "I've made the prince bother."

Zhao Yu picked up a piece of plum blossom cake for him, and said with a smile: "It was the princess who took care of this king a few days ago, so she took bother."

During the night, Cheng Qiao sent some snacks, most of which were specialties in the capital that Xu Fengjin had never eaten before. He picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake filled with black sesame seeds, smelled it, put it back, and walked around Cheng Qiao with his hands behind his back, smiling. Without speaking, Cheng Qiao glared at him, put the tray on the table and turned around to leave, but felt someone pulling his clothes from behind, and when he turned his head, he saw Xu Fengjin standing behind him and said, "Have I provoked you? Are you right?" Am I very opinionated?"

Cheng Qiao slapped his hands away, rubbed his clothes in distaste, and hummed: "You didn't provoke me, but you are usually disrespectful to my lord, and you haven't protected him well a while ago, so I naturally see You are not pleasing to the eye."

Xu Fengjin suddenly realized, and asked Cen Ling to bring a cup of tea, handed it to Cheng Qiao himself, and asked him to sit down and rest.

Cheng Qiao didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, so she sat down stiffly with a tea bowl in her hand: "You, what are you going to do? Why don't you show me any favors?"

Xu Fengjin squinted his eyes, pulled over the carved wood stool, sat in front of him and said, "Brother Cheng Qiao."

"What?!" Cheng Qiao was so startled by this address that her eyes almost popped out.

Xu Fengjin said innocently: "I am about the same age as Cen Ling. He calls you brother, so I naturally call you brother too. Besides, I heard that you have served the prince since childhood, and your seniority is much higher than mine. It’s the princess above, so isn’t she still a slave in private? How can it be wrong to call you brother?”

Cheng Qiao thought about it too, cleared her throat instantly, and raised her posture: "Then, what do you need from me?"

Xu Fengjin said: "Actually, there's nothing wrong with it. It's just that I didn't know the lord before and how to take care of him, so I wanted to ask Brother Qiao for advice. What are the lord's hobbies?"

Seeing his sincerity, Cheng Qiao thought for a while and said, "My lord...has no special preferences, except for his picky taste, and he doesn't dislike him." Then he sighed: "My lord is pitiful, he can't do what he likes since he was a child. Now that it’s a big deal, I’m afraid I don’t know what I like.” She was about to shed two tears as she spoke, finished her tea and left sadly.

Xu Fengjin crossed his arms and got up, walked around the room, called Cen Ling over, and asked him, "What do you think of Zhao Yu?"

Cen Ling said: "My lord is gentle and elegant, not as unbearable as the rumors outside, and he treats others with gentleness and sincerity, he is a rare good person." Then he asked: "What happened to Ah Jin these days? I always feel that you have something on your mind."

Xu Fengjin poked him on the forehead: "How long have you been in the palace? Has your impression of him changed?"

Cen Ling said: "But this is how the prince feels, is there something wrong?"

Xu Fengjin said: "There's nothing wrong. Even if I thought he was bad-hearted before, now I think he's a very good person. It's just the blame. Why is this change so sudden?"

Cen Ling still didn't understand: "Isn't this normal? We didn't understand the prince and misunderstood him before, but now that we know it, we will naturally change our views on him..."

"Let's not talk about him for now." Xu Fengjin said: "Let me ask you, if I hold your handle, and you want to take it back intact, what should you do?"

Cen Ling scratched her head, shook her head and said, "Ah Jin, I don't understand. Being caught by others is bound to be threatened. No matter what, there will be some losses. How can I take it back intact?"

Xu Fengjin said: "Yes, so you are stupid, and I am also stupid, but Prince Zhao is a shrewd person. He said something to me. It may not be true, because the truth can touch people's hearts the most."

Xu Fengjin squeezed his chin and fell back on the bed: "If he hadn't been too thoughtful and attentive these past two days, I would have almost been fooled."

Cen Ling blinked: "My lord is so courteous, maybe, maybe it's because he likes Ah Jin."

Xu Fengjin smiled and said, "You underestimate Zhao Yu too."

Cen Ling: "But Ah Jin is good-looking, if the prince likes you, it's normal."

Xu Fengjin said in his heart: If he really likes him a little bit, it shouldn't be a reaction that he kept his body like a jade that night on the mountain. The recipes for steaming fragrant flower dew, peach blossom stuffing and lychee paste are probably on the way early in the morning. Let's chat with him here. , and arranged for people to go to Lin'an to deliver the snacks from their hometown to the capital. After calculating it, half a month's journey was just right. When they came back from the mountain, they would move him again, so treacherous.

Then he said to Cen Ling: "Prince Zhao just wants to take back his handle, and he will be incorporated along with me... and..."

Cen Ling couldn't figure out the twists and turns between them, and asked, "What else?"

It also caused my heart to thump so many times, which is really hateful.

Xu Fengjin closed his eyes and yawned: "It's okay, let's treat Prince Zhao to dinner tomorrow. He is so kind to me, so naturally I have to do something for him myself."