The rebirth of the poisonous concubine is charming and sweet

Chapter 1106 What did you all give?

The so-called cold camellia is actually a general term.

It is the tea leaves picked on the winter mountain.

It stands to reason that in winter, the grass withers and new tea does not grow, but there are hot springs under the surface of the mountain range where the Queen Mother lived, so the camellia will not be frozen in winter.

New shoots will emerge during the twelfth lunar month.

This camellia is not a rare and expensive variety, the odd thing is the growth time of this tea.

Back then, Jiang Yue was still young, but a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old was quite interested in these novelty things, so she would pick some up every time and cook them by herself.

In fact, it is also a kind of taste of the noble daughters of rich families.

The tea is moistened by the hot spring, and it does not taste sweet, with a slight sulfur smell.

It is because of this special taste that left a deep impression on Yuehuang.

All the memories of the past were smashed apart with a bang.

Back then, the little girl hadn't opened her eyes yet, with a round face and big eyes, she was extremely cute.

She loves to laugh.

A smile is like a bell, and her crisp laughter echoes throughout the mountains, as if it can dispel all the haze.

At that time, Emperor Yue only regarded her as a younger sister or a junior.

He is much older than her!

Two years later, when he ascended to the throne of God, he accidentally heard about the stunning beauty of a girl from the Jiang family, and he couldn't forget it when he saw it.

He was still puzzled.

The little girl is indeed good-looking, but she is still a little bit short of being beautiful.

After the Empress Dowager returned to the palace, he had no chance to get along with Jiang Yue, and Jiang Yue always loved freedom, so he basically didn't participate in palace banquets.

Even if he participated, at that time, Queen Duansu was in strict control and would not let Emperor Yue appear at the banquet in the harem where there were many unmarried ladies.

until……

Until Jiang Yue got married.

Firstly, he wanted to win over the Duke of Qi's mansion, and secondly, he also felt that Jiang Yue's love for taking care of the Queen Mother needed to be repaid, so he made a temporary visit to the Duke of Qi's mansion with the idea of ​​supporting her.

The wind blew her red hijab, revealing her peerless beauty.

She clutched her hijab nervously, her eyes were flustered and clear but somewhat shy.

Her face is no longer as fat as a baby's back then, with a pointed chin, and her face is not as big as a palm.

The figure is slim, but not blindly thin, full of a kind of high-spirited vitality.

That's the queen, a kind of vitality in the harem that even concubines don't have!
Like the rising sun, it carries a steady stream of heat, but it won't burn people.

It is indeed overwhelming.

Also poured out his heart.

Emperor Yue slowly put down the tea in his hand, his eyes softened a lot: "Now, you are the only one who remembers!"

Han Zhao chuckled: "As long as anyone who has been in contact with Miss Jiang will never forget her. She is the best girl in the world that I have ever seen. Your Majesty, you have vision!"

So what if you have vision.

In the end, it's not that he failed to marry back and failed to stay together.

Han Zhao seemed to open the topic, and then said with emotion: "Speaking of which, the appearance of His Highness Prince Huan is at least [-]% similar to that of Miss Jiang!"

Similar in appearance, different in temperament.

Jiang Yue is full of vigor, while Wei Shu is full of a kind of flexible beauty.

He looks even more charming than a woman, but he doesn't feel feminine at all.In short, it is a very special existence in terms of temperament.

Yue Huang looked at a piece of tea that was slowly sinking in the teacup, and curled his mouth: "Yes, they are indeed very similar!"

"Help me sharpen the ink!"

Han Zhao answered yes in a low voice, and a secret smile quickly slid across the corner of his mouth.

Yuehuang is sick now, and his energy is low, and he can't stop breathing after writing a short paragraph. Before changing, Han Zhao will definitely remind him to take a break before continuing
But not this time.

Han Zhao watched Yue Huangqiang finish writing the imperial edict, and then quickly handed over the box containing the jade seal.

Emperor Yue took the jade seal, dipped it in cinnabar, and stamped it heavily.

When Han Zhao saw the words Huan Wang Weishu in the imperial decree, his heart couldn't be more excited, and the hand that took Yuxi back and put it back was trembling slightly.

The Emperor Yue noticed it, and asked out of breath, "You, you seem very excited?"

Han Zhao put the jade seal into the box with trembling hands, and said, "Old slave, I just didn't expect it. I always remember how Miss Jiang would ask us if we want to cross the river by the river. I didn't expect... "

Emperor Yue sighed.

"I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, her son will be so old, and I will be old too!"

Han Zhao hurriedly knelt down in fear: "Your Majesty, forgive me, this old slave doesn't mean that!"

"Dog thing, get up, don't just kneel up and down, of course I know you don't mean that!" Yue Huang rubbed his temples, "It's actually very good, if she is alive, we will probably never end with her, Her temper..."

He would not be willing to enter the palace and be her concubine.

Han Zhao didn't dare to answer.

Yue Huang's voice became lower and lower: "Go early, in my heart, I will always be a beautiful 20-year-old!"

Han Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly, and then asked, "Your Majesty, is this old servant of the Imperial Order kept in a secret room for you?"

The Emperor Yue waved his hand: "No need, you go and call Liu Gongyun, Minister of the Ministry of War, Minister of Rites, Imperial College Jijiu... These people come over, let them all take a look, wait until the big wedding tomorrow, and break it off the day after tomorrow!"

Since it will be promulgated at a later date, why bother to ask people to come and take a look at it at night?
Han Zhao didn't understand, but he still carried out the Yue Emperor's decision immediately.

Several ministers in the middle of the night were called up from the warm kang, and when they met outside the palace gate, they all felt a little flustered.

What's the situation.

It's scary at night.

Then they saw the edict.

Accident?
It is also reasonable, the Emperor Yue has laid the groundwork for too long, and marrying Liu Mianmian is also to consolidate Wei Shu's position as the crown prince.

Liu Gongyun came here with a sick body, and the Yue Emperor allowed him to sit on a soft chair without kneeling.

A dozen ministers of the imperial court shouted together: "Your Majesty is wise, long live your majesty, long live, long live!"

Emperor Yue's expression was exhausted and his face was pale: "From now on, you must assist the prince to manage this country of Da Yue and treat the people of Liming well!"

Everyone kowtowed again to show their loyalty.

Coming out of the palace, everyone discussed in low voices.

"What is your Majesty's intention today? He said that it will be promulgated in the future, so why did you call us here today?"

"I don't know either, His Majesty's mind is getting harder and harder to guess now!"

"Anyway, it is a great blessing for Dai Viet that the future Crown Prince's virtue is enough to match him!"

"Who isn't? With King Huan around, Da Yue will definitely get better and better!"

After chatting for a few words, the topic deviated.

"His Royal Highness Prince Huan will get married tomorrow, what gifts did you all give?"

"My wife prepared it, I don't know about it!"

"I have prepared some calligraphy and painting!"

"I never heard that His Highness Prince Huan likes calligraphy and painting!"

"Then what does His Royal Highness Huan like?"

The Minister of Rites lowered his voice: "My wife who likes him, you can be more considerate, the gift must be given on the idea!"

amount……

The night wind turned around, and the gossip of these people was scattered, and the few words floated into Liu Gongyun's carriage.

It floated into Liu Mianmian's ears.

(End of this chapter)