Morbid pet

Gongsun Yu's funeral was scheduled for the next day.

The blazing sun withdrew all its sharpness today, like a piece of meteoric iron that has not yet been sharpened, covered by dark clouds above the sky, it turned out to be a bit heavy black.

The patter of rain poured down.

Hitting among the trees, the humid cold air and the muggy smell of rain were mixed together, and muddy water flowed under everyone's feet. Even though they were holding oil-paper umbrellas, their sides and cheeks were still wet from the rain that was carried by the strong wind.

Changle stood at the farthest place from the tombstone, dressed in black, linen and filial piety.

Her face was plain and fair, her brows were slightly raised, and her eyes looked through the crowd calmly, looking under the tombstone.As if she could still see Gongsun Yu now, he was peacefully rotting underground, and Changle was rotting in the world.

Xie Zhao stood beside Changle, caring about her every move, every frown and smile.

But very strange.

Chang Le didn't show any expression.

It's always been subdued.

The expression on his face was indifferent, as if today was not attending his friend's funeral at all.

But the enemy.

In fact, the closer you are to a person, the more you will have a feeling called anticipation towards him, and anticipation itself is a kind of violence.If you can't fulfill your expectations of others, you always want to push them away.

Changle was depressed.

Xie Zhao said suddenly: "Chuchu, allow everything to happen. You can't control anyone. If someone seems to be controlled by you, then he loves you, not because you can control him."

Chang Le chuckled lightly: "Or a threat."

Xie Zhao nodded, "Yes."

"threaten."

Elegy and Wan Ning were dressed in a small black dress, the hem of the skirt underneath was covered with mud, and they were holding a flower basket in which was Gongsun Yu's favorite silk flower petals.

Pink and alternate petals were scattered in front of his tombstone, paving a trail of blood.

No one presided over the funeral, no one cried, no one confessed.

Nothing.

But it seems to have everything.

The rain is still falling.

The pouring rain stopped suddenly on the sky.

It is bright.

Chang Le turned to leave, and said concisely: "Let's go, he doesn't need anyone to offer condolences."
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On the way back, Changle chose to ride in a carriage alone.

Drive the children and Xie Zhao to the carriage behind.

Xie Zhao also rarely disturbed Changle.

She was leaning on the carriage alone, with a piece of white noodle cake in her hand, which was Gongsun Yu's favorite food when he was alive.She still retains his eating habits, Changle finds it funny when he thinks about it.

White noodle cake is fermented with ordinary white flour, but the biggest difference from steamed buns is that the fermentation time is different from the method. The white noodle cake is also added with special wine koji, which has a faint aroma of wine after fermentation.

Changle actually doesn't like this taste.

But she just wants to eat.

The dense texture of the white flour cake melted between her lips and tongue.

She took this bite many times, chewing again and again so that the white noodle cake slowly turned into mist in her lips and teeth, and the aroma of wine and noodles began to ferment and swell in her lips and teeth.

While eating, Changle burst into tears unconsciously.

Crying while eating.

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and two drops of salty tears fell into the white noodle cake. Changle gritted her teeth and ate it. She had to remember the taste of this cake, and maybe she would never want to eat it again in her life.

In the carriage behind.

Elegy asked Xie Zhao, "Uncle, do you think my aunt would think too much by herself? I think she looks very sad."

Even a ten-year-old child knows that when a person is extremely sad, he just keeps silent and his soul is drained.

Xie Zhao replied: "She wants to face her emotions by herself. We just need to support my aunt."

Wan Ning said, "Why did brother Gongsun Yu die suddenly?"

Xie Zhao thought for a while, and answered with careful words. "Because he is not happy living here, so he is leaving."

Xie Zhao actually didn't know if it was good to lie to the children like this. Sooner or later, they would hear the truth everywhere. After all, it was not a secret that Gongsun Yu's rebellion and becoming Li Bei's military advisor might have already spread in the army.

But Changle didn't want them to know.

Xie Zhao would not say.

Wan Ning sat there half understanding, her little brows were tightly knit together, "Auntie, is she alright?"

Xie Zhao nodded, "She's fine, because she still has you, so she won't hurt herself."

He said it with certainty, as if he knew everything.

Xie Zhao was still a little worried.

After all, the carriage for the return trip would take three hours.

And three hours, almost two hours had passed, if he remembered correctly, there was a post station in front, and he ordered the coachman to stop at the post station in front, saying that he was going to take the children for dinner.

Changle's carriage also stopped.

She got down from the carriage, the expression on her face had recovered a lot, at least she could still laugh when she saw the dirge.

Xie Zhao gradually let go of his heart.

He thought about it for a long time.

"Chuchu, come here, I have something to tell you."

Changle heard the words and walked over.

Elegy and Wanning are standing in the inn, and they are brought in by Diancui and Dieshi for dinner.

Chang Le walked under the big tree where Xie Zhao was standing.

He thought for a long time, and said slowly: "Gongsun Yu is dead, but he deserves to die, he did a very stupid thing. But I also gave him a way out, but he gave up in the end and delayed Nearly a thousand of our soldiers were buried with him. The situation was too urgent that day. At that time, the third watch had already set up a bow and arrow behind him. Even if you didn't kill him, the third watch would. Gongsun Yu's death, I know You are very uncomfortable, but when I saw his sword pointed at you, I was even more uncomfortable. I wanted to rush to kill him at that time."

Chang Le cried out, and the emotions that had not been expressed these days began to slowly surface.

"I know. Ah Zhao, I know."

"I knew that if I didn't do it that day, the third watch or someone else would kill Gongsun Yu. So I did it first. I think I will kill him in the end, so that he can feel better and give him a little dignity. However, when the blade was in my hand, when it touched his chest, the warm blood flowed along the blade and mixed with the blood from my wound. I began to feel crazy, and my vitality followed His blood flowed, I saw it with my own eyes, and felt it with my own hands. His blood boiled on my body and then became cold. This feeling was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. I began to feel pain, and the pain spread all over my body."

"He's dead, I know he's dead. I caused his death."

Xie Zhaolong passed Changle, "I know, Chuchu. I know it's not your fault, it's not your fault, he's dead, and you've done the best you can, we all, There is no place for regret." His kisses fell on the top of Changle's head thinly and densely.

Changle's tears raged.

Xie Zhao kissed them one by one.

He picked up Princess Ren, then stepped into the carriage, and took her out of this place without waiting for the children who were eating at the back.

They are always warm and free.

No matter how long it takes in Xie Zhao's eyes, there will only be happiness.

Chang Le fell asleep crying.

She slept very well, like a kitten lying on Xie Zhao's body and fell asleep.

Looking at her sleeping profile, Xie Zhao felt extremely at ease.

Changle turned over.

The carriage just entered the palace gate.

Changle raised the curtain of the car to look at the towering and majestic Xuanwu Avenue.

There are also many red wall Zhuwa.

This place used to be a cage to imprison her, but because of the existence of Xie Zhao, it became a place for her to play to her heart's content.

She didn't have any imperial bans, even Xie Zhao's belt was worn on her.

Chang Le went out when he wanted to go out, and came back when he wanted to come back.

No one dared to point fingers at her.

She is the only woman in the harem up to now, let alone the harem competing for favor.

She propped her head and thought about it carefully.

If a woman really came into the harem, then what should she compete for favor with?She only has money, a lot of money, but she doesn't have any rights, because her father, elder brother and mother are all dead, so it is reasonable to say that she is a widow.

Xie Zhao turned his head to look at her, the woman's face was bright and clean, like the bright moon above the nine heavens, cold and elegant. "What are you thinking?"

Chang Le let out a cry, regained his senses, then took Xie Zhao's hand, and the car curtain was lowered.

Changle: "I'm thinking, if there is a new person in the harem, what should I do as an old person? I don't know how to fight for favor, and I don't have any elders in my family to support me. Yes, it's just a little money."

Xie Zhao lightly smiled and said, "Back up? Who else can help you back up? It must be me." He immediately promised, "Until I die, there will be only you and no one else in the harem. I was thinking about something recently, I was thinking, how about changing Daming’s wedding banquet system to monogamy?”

Changle: "Monogamy? I think it's very good for women, but for men, this decision is tantamount to breaking their arms, and they will definitely be criticized. So, let's not Right. I want all women in the world to wear phoenix costumes and phoenix crowns on their wedding day, so that they can all get married in style, how about it?"

Xie Zhao thought for a while, "Very well, let's do it this way. Tomorrow, the Ministry of Rites will issue a document and notify the whole territory. From now on, as long as a woman from my Ming Dynasty gets married, she can wear a phoenix dress and a golden phoenix crown without following the etiquette system."

Chang Le didn't expect that Xie Zhao would treat a casual remark of his own as a political matter.

The haze in her heart was gradually shrouded in light, and the light itself was Xie Zhao.

Chang Le took the initiative to hug Xie Zhao, "Ah Zhao, it's really good to meet you."

Xie Zhao lightly smiled and said, "What? It's only at this time that I thought it would be nice to have a husband who is the emperor?"

Chang Le said coquettishly, "Yes."

Xie Zhao thought for a while, "Hey, why don't you go back and rest for a few days? I think you've worked too hard during this time."

Changle nodded, "Well, I plan to study cooking in the next few days. I didn't make it last time, which really insulted my name. This time I will find the best teacher in Chang'an City to learn how to cook. When the time comes I cook soup for you every day and bring it to the court to drink, I am so envious of those ministers."

Xie Zhao held his stomach and laughed loudly, "Okay, let them all envy me."
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a month later.

On the platform of Changle.

kitchen.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a chicken flying dog jumping.

Changle has recently become obsessed with cooking.

Although the craftsmanship is slowly improving day by day, from the very beginning, the dishes were not cooked, but now at least they can be cooked, and they can sprinkle some salt.It can be described as rapid progress.

As for Changle himself, he always looks very open about these things.

Unappetizing.

Then do it again tomorrow.

It's not good here, adjust it.

but.

She overlooked one most important thing.

Cooking requires the mind.

She just thought it was fun, she didn't have any intentions, she was doing something she wanted to do.Then the kitchen became a paradise for her to play, with vegetable leaves and various ingredients everywhere, and the spacious kitchen filled the room.

Every time she cooks, three cooks must accompany her to clean up.

Otherwise, if she throws things, she just throws them at will.

It is possible to set the kitchen on fire in a short while.

Xie Zhao came to see it once or twice by accident, and then he stopped coming. He just went back without saying a word, and sent five imperial chefs to Changle, saying that he was teaching Changle to cook, but in fact he was stealing Changle's work.Xie Zhao really didn't want Changle to spend all day in the kitchen obsessively cooking those dark dishes.

It hurts to think about it.

The dishes that Changle sits in are not inedible.

It was not cooked at first, and it was really uncomfortable to eat.But now that the imperial chef has passed, at least the dishes can be guaranteed to be cooked. The seasoning is still free for Changle to use. Sometimes it is salty, sometimes it is spicy, and sometimes it is sweet.

correct.

It is sweet.

Changle wrote a letter to Changsheng that day, and asked for Changsheng's recipe and seasoning for making hot pots.She started to fiddle with it by herself, and after two days of tossing, she made a pot of sweet soup and hot pot.

In the end, Xie Zhao had to put layers of chili peppers in his bowl before he ate them. It was both spicy and sweet.

It's hard to say what his psychological shadow is.

But I have to eat again.

After all, this is Changle's intention.

Xie Zhao only hoped that Changle would end this outrageous hobby one day.

A month ago, when Changle vowed that she would learn to cook, Xie Zhao should have stopped her at that time, instead of supporting the past few imperial chefs.

Regret now.

Painful.

Xie Zhao was sitting in the imperial study, and Dian Cui was waiting at the door, inviting him over for dinner.

After hearing Xie Lingfeng's report, Xie Zhao shook the memorial, walked out righteously, and asked Diancui righteously, "What are you eating today?"

Diancui laughed, and said with a wrench: "Chili chicken nuggets, lotus soup with lotus root, rice cake with spicy oil, and smoldering steamed buns."

Xie Lingfeng was startled when he heard the names of this series of dishes. Sometimes Xie Zhao was too busy to eat, and Changle would send people to deliver a lot of dishes. Xie Lingfeng was "fortunate" to eat twice, and he vomited for a long time when he went back.

Xie Lingfeng: "Aunt Diancui, what is this smoldering steamed bun?"

Diancui: "Looks like greasy steamed buns."

Hearing the recipe, Xie Zhao's spine began to tremble, and he gritted his teeth and walked to the platform.Xie Lingfeng hesitated behind him, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, why don't you forget it? Don't eat it. You said how long you have had a stomachache after eating it. While eating dark dishes, you came back to drink the tonic prescribed by the imperial physician. How can this be done!"

Xie Zhao sighed, "You don't understand, if I don't eat, she will feel hurt."

Xie Lingfeng became anxious. After all, Xie Zhao was his master. Seeing that his master's physical condition was getting worse because of eating Changle's dark dishes, he immediately said, "You really can't spoil her anymore. You've started to gossip."

Xie Zhao chuckled, "When will the gossip in the court stop?"

Xie Lingfeng said in astonishment: "Yes, but you can't make fun of your body, can you?"