It's hard to love a concubine

Chapter 537

But yesterday I was still shivering from the cold, and in a blink of an eye, the spring blossomed, the warm wind blew, the ice and snow melted, the trees sprouted buds, the sky was blue, and the grass sprouted on the ground, looking full of spring.

In the water pavilion of the Zhou Mansion, Zhou Qianmo and Qian Zhaoling sat around the stone table, with a chessboard in the middle, Qian Zhaoling held the white chess, and Zhou Qianmo held the black chess, and they were concentrating on playing chess.

Zhou Qianmo looked like an enemy, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stared nervously at the trap he had set up, thinking to himself, don't let Qian Zhaoling see it, don't let him see it!He was only one step away from driving Qian Zhaoling to death. Qian Zhaoling's expression was much more comfortable than Zhou Qianmo's. He was wearing a lake blue straight gown with silk and a square scarf. His face was like a crown jade. Under the shallow spring sunshine, it shows a bit of elegant temperament.

Qian Zhaoling held the chess piece, looking like he was thinking about where to put it, and moved it around on the chessboard, but it didn't really land. The anxious Zhou Qianmo almost scratched his head and had to endure it, pretending to be calm It looks like I can't hold back anymore.

Qian Zhaoling looked at Zhou Qianmo on the opposite side, his eyes gradually began to smile, and he was about to speak, when a clear and crisp voice came from outside the water pavilion, "So you are hiding here to play chess?" Tingting, a girl from the house, came over curlyly. She had black temples and black eyebrows, skin like snow, bright eyes and white teeth, like a budding jasmine flower, very beautiful and lovely.

"Second Sister!" Zhou Qianmo stood up happily as if she was about to receive an amnesty, and took the initiative to greet her.

Qian Zhaoling also got up and looked at Miss Tuesday, looking very polite, but for some reason, Miss Tuesday always felt that Qian Zhaoling's eyes were a little hot, she just felt her face was hot, and hurriedly lowered her eyes. From the beginning, I blessed you gently, "Third brother, Mr. Qian."

"Miss Tuesday." Qian Zhaoling also greeted.

"Second sister, why are you here?" Zhou Qianmo couldn't help asking, pulling her sister to sit aside.

"I made thin silk in the morning. It is said that this is a delicacy created by Empress Xiaoxian in the past. I just gave it to you first." Miss Tuesday is very gentle, showing the elegance of everyone in her gestures, like a painting pleasing to the eye.

Just waiting for Miss Tuesday to finish speaking, Zhou Qianmo's face turned pale. He was dumbfounded, staring at the food box that Miss Tuesday brought over, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Miss Tuesday opened the food box painted with red plums painted in red lacquer with her own hands. On the sweet white porcelain plate, there are four rows of thin silk. The dark green seaweed is wrapped with white rice, and there are eggs and other fillings in the middle. Material, looks very delicious.

"You all have a try." Miss Tuesday was very intelligent since she was a child. She is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Female celebrities and housekeepers are all experts. The only thing is that she has some shortcomings in cooking skills. As the saying goes, you can do whatever you can't do. , Ms. Tuesday puts effort into her cooking skills. She cooks half of the dishes at the beginning, and then she collects all kinds of dishes that she has never heard of before. What he is good at is this culinary art. It is also a step-by-step process, and the taste of the food is weird.

Zhou Qianmo suddenly laughed twice, touched his belly and said, "Oh, second sister, you are late, I just ate a plate of pastries, and I can't eat any more."

Miss Tuesday showed a somewhat disappointed expression, "Is it okay to eat half a mouthful?" Those watery eyes made it hard to see people. Zhou Qianmo was hesitant, but in the end, thinking of the countless encounters he had, he insisted on being ruthless. He said earnestly, "Sister, I really can't eat anymore."

(End of this chapter)