Novel: Shizi left the house for a few days, came back to accompany her to eat and chat, and spent the night, she was not moved

Feng Zhangchen was not busy entering, but looked at her at the door: "You went out of the house today?" ”

Qiu Sakura nodded, "The Furong girls invited the girls to go out shopping, and the girls also went out with them for a while, saying that they wanted to see the scenery in our Lingzhou City." ”

Feng Zhangchen paused slightly, but he was very interested and asked, "Since you have been shopping for such a long time, have you ever encountered any interesting things?" ”

Qiu Sakura thought for a moment before saying, "There is nothing, shopping is also the interest of the Furong girls, and the ink girls are only waiting for them in the tea house." Oh, yes, there was a crazy Daoist who came to the ink girl to preach, and the girl gave him some silver to send him away. ”

Feng Zhangchen looked thoughtfully at Qiu Ying, and after a moment he heard Mo Qinggeng's cold voice coming from inside: "If you want to know my whereabouts, wouldn't it be better to come in and interrogate me personally?" ”

Feng Zhangchen laughed dryly, pushed the door in, and saw Mo Qingzhen reclining on the soft chair wearing a long white dress of the moon, his arms propped on the low table next to him to support his jaw, and his eyes looked at him calmly.

"Qingqing, why don't you sleep?" Feng Zhangchen walked over and sat down on the soft chair next to Mo Qingzhen, smiling pleasantly, "I just want to share what you saw today." ”

Mo Qingzhen looked at him lightly, "When did you come back?" ”

Feng Zhangchen took a sip from the fine porcelain teacup on the table: "Probably after you have walked for half an hour, if I am faster, I may be able to catch up with you out of the house." ”

Mo Qingzhen watched him deliberately pick up his used teacup to drink water, his brow frowned, in the end he still did not say the disgusted words: "Have you used the meal?" ”

Feng Zhangchen shook his head in grievance and touched his stomach: "In order to rush back to see you as soon as possible, I am fast and whipped day and night, and as soon as I return to the palace, I will rush to find you, and you are not there." I fell asleep, and I haven't eaten yet. ”

Mo Qingzhen looked at his pompous performance, but his heart was really a little painful. Although this man is exaggerating, I am afraid that he is also inseparable from ten.

"I've asked the small kitchen to leave you a meal, and it's still hot, so let someone bring it." Mo Qingzhen said, and asked Qiu Sakura to take someone to set the rice.

The maids placed the meal in the flower hall and covered the screen window before lighting the lamp. In this way, the flower hall is brightly lit, and there is no worry that there will be moths and mosquitoes coming in to disturb The mood of His Highness's meal.

"You can also eat some with me, it is also a little boring to eat alone." Feng Zhangchen and Mo Qingzhen sat down together in the flower hall and smiled.

Mo Qingzhen nodded, and Qiu Sakura let people set up two pairs of dishes and chopsticks.

"I still have aged cider there, the taste is sweet and not intoxicating, Qingqing, do you want to drink a little?" Looking at Mo Qingzhen's rare and gentle appearance, Feng Zhangchen couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Mo Qinggen's cold gaze swept over him: "It's not a good habit to get in size." ”

"I'm just laughing." Feng Zhangchen smiled and touched his nose, looking at a table of sumptuous dishes, hanging stove pheasant, eight treasure wild duck, casserole simmered deer tendons, oil braised grass mushrooms, chrysanthemum bergamot crisp on the table one by one.

He always loved dishes with heavy oil and heavy meat, but Mo Qingzhen always remembered his favorite taste, and he was very happy to realize this.

"Look what I'm doing? Aren't you hungry? Mo Qingzhen was about to eat a piece of grass mushroom, when he saw Feng Zhangchen looking at himself without blinking, as if he was the dish on the table.

"It's delicious... Cough, I mean this table of dishes made Qingqing think a lot, right? Feng Zhangchen laughed dryly.

Mo Qingzhen put the mushrooms into his bowl: "Don't bother, order to go down to the small kitchen and prepare it." ”

Feng Zhangchen: "This is also a piece of Qingqing's heart that remembers me." ”

Mo Qingzhen was committed to putting Tian tan to death, while Feng Zhangchen didn't mind at all, the topic changed one after another, and the atmosphere between the two seemed to be quite harmonious.

"Two days ago, Mo Yun was ready to escort hundreds of rebels into Beijing, but the prime minister said that there was no need to bring the murderers back, so he executed the rebels on the spot." Feng Zhangchen held a duck leg.

For topics related to the Mo family, Mo Qingzhen can always listen quietly.

"Mo Yun killed those traitors and was given the title of Marquis of Chang'an, and I remember that your father's title was Marquis of Wu'an." Now the Mo family is a double prince, how glorious. Feng Zhangchen bit the soft duck meat.

Mo Qingzhen lowered her eyelids slightly, if it had been a year ago, she would have been proud of it. But now, she could only sigh softly in her heart.

A double door is a glory and a crisis, and only by being in it can you feel the fiery cooking power in between.

The prime minister asked Mo Yun to kill the peasants who had revolted because of the famine on the spot, and then used this to crown him as a marquis, no doubt putting Mo Yun on the fire and roasting him, forcing him to rely on the ship of the prime minister in the future.

"Yesterday I got the news that the taxes in Gyeonggi had been increased, and at the same time 30,000 young and middle-aged men were levied, just to build the Wanshou Palace for the empress. Listening to the meaning of the capital, it is to build the Wanshou Palace before the 40th birthday of the empress. Feng Zhangchen ate three meatloafs in a row before he finally felt full.

Mo Qingzhen narrowed his eyes slightly, "I have heard before that the Empress Dowager wants to build the Wanshou Palace." However, the ministers of the DPRK and the Central Committee vigorously opposed it, and The old Mr. Sima Kuan did not agree even more, so the matter was stopped, so why is it brought up again now? ”

Feng Zhangchen smiled slightly: "It's interesting to say." Qingqing, do you remember that before Emperor Xian's death, he was worried that his mother was strong and weak, and he made Sima Jian's old slippery head an auxiliary chancellor, and also rewarded him with a golden hammer, but he could beat the emperor and the traitor? ”

Mo Qingzhen nodded, "I know." ”

She had also been fortunate to see that golden hammer, and after her father died, whenever she returned to Beijing to report for duty, she would encounter difficulties from villains. Old Mr. Sima Kuan was a poor and upright man, and he also spoke up for her, and he also used the gold hammer in his hand to guarantee that Mo Yuanzhang would not support the army and respect himself as the traitorous courtiers rumored, endangering the society.

"Although I admire the integrity of Old Man Sima, I somewhat despise him as a person. He neglected his family, and none of the three sons he gave birth to were instrumental. The most ridiculous thing is that his third son was framed by someone outside with a gambling game, and he was desperate to steal this old man's gold hammer to be used, you say ridiculous? ”

Mo Qingzhen frowned slightly, biting the bergamot in his mouth and saying nothing.

"The empress dowager used this as an excuse to deprive Sima Laoshi of his cabinet ministers' rights, and because he was the elder of the Three Dynasties, they gave him the post of official of the Imperial History of the Imperial Household and asked him to retire." Feng Zhangchen shook his head, "It is also a pity that the late festival is not guaranteed." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Mo Qingzhen again and smiled: "Qingqing, you can rest assured, I will definitely teach my son well in the future, you just have to give birth to me..."

"Enough to eat?" Mo Qingzhen expressionlessly shoved a thick meatloaf into his mouth to block his words, "Then go back." ”

"Can't I stay? It's so late, don't you worry if I go back alone? Feng Zhangchen pulled the meatloaf out of his mouth, and the dead skin wanted to stay.

Mo Qingzhen turned his head and glanced at the Qilin Palace next door, speechless. Did she still need to send him back just a few steps?

After pestering for a long time, seeing that Mo Qingzhen was still unmoved, Feng Zhangchen could only regret leaving the Mingtai Pavilion.