Sometimes the palace is sunny

Chapter 88

In the narrow alleyway, the wind blows the fine snow, and the snow particles accumulate in the corners that are usually not noticed by people, first filling the corners with a layer of silver frost.

Zhao Surui hit Shen Shiqing's hand with a "slap".

"Don't touch..."

He, Emperor Zhaode, was not someone who would touch a woman's body, especially Shen Sanwu's body!
Shen Shiqing looked at the hand that belonged to the man: "I didn't mean it, but why is there a circle of flesh around my waist?"

It's not soft fat, but a solid circle of meat.

Zhao Surui proudly patted his own belly now.

"This is what I have actually eaten and practiced. I will get fatter in the future. What, are you afraid?"

He has never forgotten the "great great cause" of fattening Shen Sanwaste.

Seeing Zhao Surui triumphantly in her body, Shen Shiqing looked away, couldn't help laughing and said:
"I'm afraid, I'm so afraid. If Shen Shiqing can become a powerful warrior in the future, I'm afraid I will be so afraid that I can't sleep at night."

Zhao Surui took a step back and looked at her:
"why are you laughing?"

Shen Shiqing looked at him again, and after a while, she said slowly:

"Probably because he was afraid of the extreme, so he smiled flatteringly."

Zhao Surui: ...

Hmph, it's still that sinister and cunning Shen Sanwau who hides a knife in his smile!

The tears just now must have been because she intentionally teased him by pretending to hurt Huang Wei!
Around the two of them, Sishu and several guards lowered their heads and pretended to be dead. Achi and Peifeng looked at the sky, the ground and the snow, but they dared not look at these two.

His Majesty met with his ministers in private.

The girl is bewitched by beauty.

Can't hear or see.

Alas--!It's all sweet talk.

Shen Shiqing didn't know that what she said was regarded as inappropriate sweet talk, knowing that Zhao Surui wanted to go out to buy things, she also had some interest in wandering in the street.

The two sat in the carriage together, but they didn't go to the Gulou Street behind the imperial city, but to the nearby Guanyin Temple Front Street.

Compared with Gulou Street, which is full of rich clothes and dignitaries, Guanyin Temple Front Street is full of ordinary people wearing cotton clothes and hemp shoes. What is sold is no longer rare southern treasures, but the most common daily use.

Although Zhao Surui is dressed as a man and is still wearing a white fur coat, he can still be seen as a girl, especially since he has eaten a lot of big fish and meat these days, and he exercises every day to nourish his blood , Walking on the road with a smile, people can see a girl with red lips and white teeth and a bit of a naive attitude.

Shen Shiqing walked beside him, except occasionally to keep him from being bumped by passing carts, she didn't speak.

These days, she has had a hard time every day, and the investigation of Taipu Temple has involved Uncle Yongyi. Uncle Yongyi has held real positions in the court, and his old relatives are all over the court and the public.

The imperial decree to recall Chu Jiyuan and others is still on the way, Ming Ruoshui is still checking the accounts in Zhili, Li Congyuan has no skills, and there is still no one available in the court for a while.

As for the matter of the female official, Princess Yueqing was inspired to take the initiative to stand up today and use her to frighten all the officials to contact the clan to fight against the queen mother, and Shen Shiqing herself can breathe a sigh of relief for a while.

Sishu, Peifeng and the others were left behind by the two of them, only a noisy Zhao Surui was beside him, but Shen Shiqing felt that she was much more relaxed.

She and Zhao Surui can never be called a harmonious relationship, they can even be said to be mortal enemies today, but both of them know each other's true identity and purpose, at least in her eyes Zhao Surui is Zhao Surui, not Shen Shiqing who is trying to gain weight , in Zhao Surui's eyes, Shen Shiqing is also Shen Shiqing, not Zhao Surui who is more and more unpredictable.

The person who knows himself best in the world is a person who will kill himself at any time.

It is for such a person that you can have no scruples.

This is probably more mysterious and treacherous than the two of them exchanging bodies.

"Shen Sanwa! Do you know what this is?"

Seeing what looked like a flat-bottomed copper spoon in Zhao Surui's hand, Shen Shiqing said: "This is probably an iron. Put hot charcoal in the iron and it will work, but you have to be careful when using it. It can be used with such a size. Incense, ironing paper, and whole books, the one A Chi and the others use is bigger, has a shorter handle, and can also be used to warm wine."

The peddler at the side smiled apologetically: "Your Majesty dresses richly, so the household must have thick-bottomed buckets, and the price of such precious things is much more expensive."

Knowing that Shen Sanwau was not in trouble, Zhao Surui put the iron back on the stand.

But she curled her lips at Shen Shiqing: "Pay the money."

Shen Shiqing was confused: "Are you going to buy it?"

"If you don't buy it, you will give me money. You use my money, and you can spend it as I say."

Seeing that Zhao Surui was acting like this, Shen Shiqing shook her head helplessly, and took out a three-coin silver melon seed from her purse:
"Please trouble the shopkeeper to clear up his doubts."

"I can't do it!" The peddler didn't dare to take the money easily, and he was frightened by the tolerance of the two people. He was able to accept the money and thanked him repeatedly. When the two walked over, he immediately started packing his things and preparing to go home. With such a sum With the windfall, he happened to be able to bring an extra knife back to have a hot meal with his family.

Zhao Surui strode ahead and saw another stall selling embroidery.

The owner of the stall is an old woman in her 50s and [-]s. It was snowing. She was standing in front of the stall, still embroidering patterns of magpies on branches. Her hands were red from the cold, and her shoulders were covered with snow.

After stopping to look at the really rough embroidery pieces for a while, Zhao Surui said:

"Old man, you can't sell these embroidered pieces, why don't you make yourself a glove or an armhole out of fabric first?"

The old woman snapped a piece of embroidery thread with her teeth, and said dully: "The cloth must be sold for money to buy grain, so you can't use it yourself."

Shen Shiqing who was standing beside Zhao Surui expressed his feelings:

"A man covered in silk is not a silkworm farmer. It is not uncommon for a charcoal seller to freeze to death in the cold night, and a tiller to starve to death in the fields."

Turning his head to look at Shen Sanfei, Zhao Surui sneered:
"Okay, it can be regarded as letting you take the opportunity to teach me a lesson."

"Don't dare." With a smile on her face, Shen Shiqing took a few embroidery pieces from the old woman's shelf, "I'm clearly introspecting."

Shen Sanwaste!She is in the vagina again!Positive!Strange!gas!
Zhao Surui was impatient, pointing to the embroidery piece picked by Shen Shiqing and said:

"This cat is ugly! Give me a goldfish!"

Shen Shiqing was stunned for a moment, turned her head slightly, and said in Zhao Surui's ear: "Your Majesty, this is a tiger."

Zhao Surui now wished he could turn into a tiger and bite Shen Sanwao to death on the spot!

He stood on tiptoe and snatched the embroidered piece:
"Tiger, why don't I know! Hmph! Pay me!"

The wise and mighty Emperor Zhaode didn't know that the eunuch Sishu whom he trusted was a dozen steps away from him, silently covering his face with his hands.

Your Majesty...so I really like such a delicate and domineering style.

God, if there is such a beloved concubine in the palace... The snowflakes fell on the back of the neck, and the four mice shuddered.

Just as the four mice marveled at the strong taste of His Majesty the current emperor, the two people in front had already walked to the door of a noodle soup shop.

Looking at the four characters "Mutton Soup Noodles" written on the banner, Zhao Surui suddenly remembered something, and he turned to look at Shen Shiqing:

"I remember your maid said that the mutton noodle soup you made is very delicious. I want to eat it right now. You make it for me now."

Shen Shiqing showed a helpless wry smile: "Your Majesty, you are really full of tricks."

"Go, go! I don't even dislike this small stall, how dare you, a cook, dislike it?"

It's not disgusting.

Shen Shiqing shook her head, walked up to the stall owner, and took out two more silver melon seeds:

"I'm sorry for the shopkeeper. I'll borrow your stove and ingredients to make two bowls of noodles. There are some servants behind me. I'd like to ask you to add a hot bowl for each of them."

Because it was snowing, the business was not good. The stall owner was very happy, and quickly led Shen Shiqing to the stove.

While looking at the various condiments, Shen Shiqing took off the cloak on her body.

The four mice were startled to realize that His Majesty wanted to wash his hands and make soup for Mrs. Shen, a mouse was so frightened that he hurriedly tried to stop him, but before he could say anything, Shen Shiqing took him for a clothes hugger.

Passing the cloak over, Shen Shiqing straightened the cuffs:

"You guys also sit down and have a rest. I'll ask the store to give you a bowl of hot noodle soup each. If someone wants to eat something else, don't be too strict."

"Yes."

When the four mice spoke, they felt that their throats were being choked, so they could only carefully step aside.

The stewed mutton soup in the store also uses mutton bones. Because of the bad business, there is not much water in it, but it is still fragrant, but the taste is a little thin. Shen Shiqing took a sip and told a person: "You go to the next door Buy two fried crucian carp from a restaurant, the skin and flesh must be intact, and the heat should be higher. Then go to the pharmacy to buy some Chuanqiong Astragalus for [-] yuan each, grind them into powder, and then let the pharmacy bake them to give off their aroma."

Another person was called: "Just now we passed by an embroidery stall, go find the old lady and buy a roll of thread."

The two guards hurried away.

Zhao Surui is not a diner who will obediently wait for his meal. He looked left and then again, and saw Shen Shiqing standing in front of the oily stove with his own body in a straight embroidered robe, with a deliberate expression of disgust on his face. , as if the person who just asked someone to make mutton noodle soup for him was not him.

"Why do you ask people to buy silk thread? Hang yourself if the noodles don't taste good?"

Shen Shiqing looked at him, and suddenly smiled:
"It can also be used to kill people."

Zhao Surui's face was lively, but he lacked two points of righteousness. Shen Shiqing smiled like Zhao Surui, which was really shocking.

Zhao Surui is not afraid:

"Anyway, someone has to be buried, and neither of us can escape."

"Crackling." There was a loud noise behind him, and it was Achi who accidentally knocked his tea bowl to the ground.

Shen Shiqing took a radish, peeled it and cut it into small pieces, but didn't put it in the mutton soup, but put it in the pot where the noodles were boiled first.

When the guards bought the fried fish and medicinal powder and came back, Shen Shiqing first put the fried fish and medicinal powder on the bottom of the pot, and then poured mutton soup on it. The color of the mutton soup changed instantly, and the aroma seemed to be stronger. After adding a lot of firewood, Shen Shiqing went to see the dough for making noodle soup.

Because of the cold weather, the dough was also very hard, so she kneaded it with her hands, Shen Shiqing looked at the wide sleeves on her body, and then at Zhao Surui who was looking eagerly, she took the silk thread bought by the guards, and took Twist it with enough length to make a strand, and it turned out to be used as a loop to tie the big sleeve to the elbow.

Her movements were flowing like clouds and flowing water, and she became obedient after a few flutters of long sleeves.

Zhao Surui watched, but just rolled his eyes at the sky.

If it was himself, he would be impatient to pass on such long-winded robes.

Added slightly warm water to the dough and kneaded it again to be smooth and soft, and the aroma of the mutton soup in the pot became more intense. Shen Shiqing put the pulled noodles into the pot, and put the boiled radish in the mutton pot Cook together.

The thick fresh air was dispersed in the wind that rolled the snow particles, and even the snow became a sensation.

Half the streets and alleys were enveloped in a subtle warmth.

A Chi and Pei Feng looked at the stove in surprise, they were not unfamiliar with this kind of aroma.

"I didn't expect that the girl would entrust all the methods of making mutton noodle soup to this handsome gentleman."

The voice was so small that it couldn't hide the pain in Achi's tone.

Pei Feng patted her shoulder lightly.

It's going to snow, and the girl wants to think about spring, this is also a solution.

"It tastes alright, but it's not that delicious."

Zhao Surui stuffed the face into his mouth while talking.

He said to himself: "I am indeed hungry, and there is nothing unusual about it."

After eating three bowls of noodles in a row, he hiccupped.

When he was about to reach the third bowl, Shen Shiqing couldn't help but glanced at her own waist.

No wonder it is so strong and thicker.

After eating noodles, the sky also darkened.

Zhao Surui walked back rubbing his belly, all the shops he passed by when he came here were withdrawn, only footprints and ruts remained on the ground.

"Shen Sanwaste, what are you here for today? What happened to the government? It's not like I don't know the news in Yanjing City. The Yongyi Mansion made you difficult, right?"

Shen Shiqing glanced at him, and only asked: "What countermeasures does Your Majesty have?"

"belch."

With the aroma of mutton soup and the smoothness of noodles between his lips and teeth, Zhao Surui patted his stomach in a good mood:
"The censors pretended to be dead in the matter of the Taipu Temple, but they would not pretend to be dead in everything. Uncle Yongyi was originally a concubine, born of the concubine of Uncle Yongyi of the previous generation. His deeds made the current Uncle Yongyi inherit the title as the eldest son, but Uncle Yongyi's younger brother was really born in the first line."

Shen Shiqing frowned, she really didn't know about such a private affair.

"The eldest son Chengjue is not..."

Zhao Surui stopped and turned to look at her: "Uncle Yong Yi's biological mother was born in Jiaofang Division. Her father is Kong Xiao who was greedy for several 10 taels of disaster relief funds during the Shenzong Dynasty."

Shen Shiqing was silent.

After a while, she bowed to Zhao Surui and saluted: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Hmph." Zhao Surui shook his head, "Don't you look down on power? Why do you have to pretend to thank me?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for helping me."

"I'm not helping you. I have nothing to do. I'm so idle that even those whores waiting in the secret door want to help."

Zhao Surui continued to walk forward, folded his hands under the wide sleeves of the fur coat, holding his hand warmer.

The lights were faint, and the snow fell, and blurred shadows gradually appeared under the two people's feet, as if they overlapped together.

Shen Shiqing praised softly: "Your Majesty is benevolent."

"It's boring."

"Benevolence."

"It's boring! Shen Sanwai, you don't have to praise me so against your will, just tell the truth." A grain of snow fell on the long eyelashes, and Zhao Surui blinked, "I'm also telling the truth, the noodle soup you made today is not bad. good."

"Then let me tell the truth."

Shen Shiqing looked up, watching the snow fall from the dark blue sky, she smiled:

"Your Majesty, the embroidered piece you bought is indeed a cat and a butterfly, not a tiger."

Zhao Surui stopped abruptly.

"Shen! Three! Waste!"

　Zhao Xiaogou: Do you know how much I hold grudges! ! ! !do you know! ! ! !do you know! ! ! ! !I can't even write Shen Sanwas name in my little vengeance notebook! ! !

　　Shen Shiqing: Ah, is your majesty using my nickname to practice calligraphy?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)