Queen Juan is here, run away

Chapter 219
Yu Chigong settled his intentions in the future, and he had leisure time.

He picked up the water poured by the pear flower, and saw that the color of the water in the cup was really beautiful. It was ice-cold, and it smelled fruity. It was tea he had never seen before, so he asked: "This is the iced fruit you mentioned last night drink?"

Lihua was in a good mood. Hearing this question, she began to praise in a very doggy way: "That's right, Long Live Lord not only has a broad mind, but also has a good memory, which makes my concubines admire. No wonder the world is so prosperous, it's because of your careful management..."

From a good memory to the prosperity of the country, boast when you catch the opportunity.

Yu Chigong couldn't stop laughing, this little thief can really break things.

Amidst her praise, Yu Chigong drank the fruit drink, the fruit drink was sweet and sour, with a strong fruity aroma, it really quenched the heat and thirst.

It's good to stay here with the thief like this, and relax physically and mentally.

Yu Chigong put down the cup, propped his elbows on the table, gently pressed his forehead against his forehead, and asked with a smile, "What's in it?"

Actually he didn't care about this question, he just wanted to talk more with the thief.

Lihua only felt that the person in front of her was handsome, and the smile in her eyes was like a starry sky, making the summer sun feel sad.

She repeatedly said Amitabha in her heart, the masculinity is so seductive, it is hard to resist!

Li Hua hurriedly avoided her eyes, and pretended to introduce naturally: "It is made with honey, lemon fruit, green pear and other melons and fruits. If you like to drink it, I will make it according to your taste in the future."

Yuchigong raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, not missing the embarrassment of Lihua not daring to look directly at him.

It's rare that today's little thief is particularly easy to talk: "Then let me taste the sour plum soup."

Lihua noticed that his gaze had been on her all the time, her face gradually became hot, and she coughed lightly: "Long Live Lord wants to drink, so I can say it. Well, it will take some time to cook, Long Live Lord, please wait for a while, and the concubines will come when they go. "

After speaking, without waiting for anyone's consent, he left the side hall as if fleeing.

When going out, Lihua didn't forget to take Zhichun out, because she found that the evildoer is very strange, and she doesn't like to use maids, so she just looked at Zhichun coldly.

After walking a few steps outside the side hall, Lihua let out a long breath, her heart was beating a little fast for some reason.

Zhichun found something next to him: "Huh? Master, do you have heatstroke? Why are you so red?"

When Lihua touched her face, it was really hot.

But she was caught in the heat of a ghost, she was caught by the evildoer's beauty trap!

But she didn't come out out of cowardice.

It's because the evildoer promised her many benefits, so how could she be worthy if she didn't come out and cook a beautiful bowl of the palace's secret sour plum soup?
"I'm fine, let's go, let's go." Hurry up and make the sour plum soup, send the evildoer away, she still has a promotion plan to make!
Dian Lieutenant Chi Gong smiled silently.

He has good hearing, and at the same time, Zhichun's words fell into his ears without suppressing his voice.

He was in a good mood, and the little thief in his heart blushed, today's trip was the right one.

For the first time Yu Chigong felt that this face was useful.

When he was young, Yu Chigong was stared at by many people because of his good birth, including the late emperor's concubines and his brothers.

They looked at him with calculations, contempt, and inexplicable stickiness, which made him very disgusted.

Later, he turned those eyes into fear and defense, and felt much better.

Later, the concubines in the harem always stared at him unconsciously, showing obsessive expressions towards him, which made him very bored.

In the past, he didn't like people staring at him the most, but now, Yu Chigong doesn't mind Lihua looking at him at all, and it's even a pity that the little thief didn't look at him more often.

The little thief escaped, and Yu Chigong had time to observe the layout of the hall.

I didn't have the time to look carefully just now, and I didn't look at it in a hurry last night. After looking at it, Yu Chigong made a different discovery.

The layout of this west side hall is very different from that of other side halls. It is obviously carefully arranged and looks very comfortable and pleasing to the eye.

Entering the door is the central hall, go to the right, open the light-colored gauze curtain and pass through the moon door to find the inner bedroom.

Going to the left, there is a study room with windows on three sides and transparent walls on four sides, separated from the hall by a whole pair of light blue bead curtains that hang down to the floor.

At this moment, the middle part of the bead curtain is raised and fixed on both sides, forming a door shape for easy entry and exit.

Yu Chigong picked up one of the bead curtains, and found that the bead curtain was made of bamboo, which was dyed light blue by some unknown method.

He remembered that he had a pair of crystal bead curtains in his private vault, and someone ordered them to deliver them in a low-key manner after he returned.

Because of the windows on three sides, the side hall is well lit and breezy.

Yu Chigong was puzzled by the layout of such a side hall. This study should not have windows on three sides, but when he approached one of them, he found something different, like a window opened recently.

Yu Chigong felt complicated and unspeakable for a while, the little thief was so skilled and bold that he even dared to move the halls in the palace.

It's really... I don't know how to describe it.

Yu Chigong wasn't too surprised, after all, he had already seen the versatility of the little thief.

He felt that the hall was extraordinarily cool, without any sweltering heat, it was cooler than an ice basin, and it seemed that cool air was slowly released from every corner.

After Yu Chigong searched, he found a few strange wooden boxes in the hall, with fine holes on all sides, and the cold air was released from there.

He couldn't resist dismantling a study, and saw that there was clear water at the bottom and a cover on the upper part. When the cover was lifted, a drip-glass-shaped container was connected.

Inside the container is a milky-white gravel that drops into the water through a drip-tip.

The magic is that the milky white gravel falling into the water can immediately make the water cold, and the cool air seeps out from the pores around the wooden box.

Yuchi Gong was shocked, what is this?
A certain corner of the capital.

A carriage was driven out of town by a plain-looking coachman.

At the gate of the city, due to the explosion at the entrance of the downtown area when escorting Mrs. Yang's mother and son, the soldiers checked people entering and leaving the city very strictly.

After checking the coachman, the soldier lifted the curtain of the carriage and saw a cage of pigeons. He felt strange and asked, "What is this for?"

The coachman lowered his eyebrows and said flatteringly: "As far as the adults are concerned, this is a small pigeon that has been raised carefully. It is most suitable for roasting squab. These cages are all ordered by noble people. The small one is about to be sent to the summer resort in the suburbs of Beijing." , let the nobles enjoy it. Because of the hot weather, fearing that the pigeons will die from heat, the younger ones had no choice but to use a horse-drawn cart to pull them."

The soldier asked again: "Where is the nobleman, whose name is it?"

The driver hurriedly reported the name and origin of the person, and there was nothing wrong with it.

The soldier stared at the coachman for a while without seeing any problems, and then carefully checked the inside and outside of the carriage, but found nothing in the end, and waved him away.

Thanks a lot to the coachman, he drove the carriage through the city gate.

The soldier wiped his sweat, and murmured to the soldier next to him, "I don't know what the nobleman thinks. It's such a hot day to eat roasted pigeons."

"We can't figure out the nobleman's hobbies. Check carefully and don't let a suspicious person out of the city."

Not long after the coachman left the city, he found a deserted place, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a line of small characters: "Yang is dead, Wu Dingbang is bad." '

Then he took out a pigeon from the carriage, stuffed the paper into a thin tube and tied it to the pigeon's feet, and threw it into the sky.

A few days later, someone held an identical note and said darkly, "So it was him who ruined this king's good deed!"

(End of this chapter)