Chapter 242: Concubine

After registration, wait for reconstruction.

Emperor Chu Ming issued an imperial decree that Guanyin Tower would be rebuilt within one month after the fundraising was completed.

Zhu Huaizhen felt that she had little time left to listen to opera and drink tea, so she had to seize the opportunity.

So, she spent the whole day lying on a beauty couch surrounded by black lacquer and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, fanning herself with a mahogany handle and a silk fan embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, moving her hands up and down, her posture as lazy as a Persian cat.

Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.

Wow, I never get tired of listening to "Peach Blossom Fan".

Pair it with a mouthful of rich and colorful tea: sesame salt, bamboo shoots, chestnuts, loofah kernels, walnut kernels, spring immortal seagull, swan osmanthus, rose, and Lu'an sparrow tongue bud tea. This life is worth it.

However, an uninvited guest arrived, and it was Emperor Ming of Chu's virtuous concubine.

"Tu Mi, did she come empty-handed?" Zhu Huaizhen said gloomily.

After hearing this, Tu Mi nodded.

"Then just disappear and send him away with some coarse tea." Zhu Huaizhen couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Coarse tea? How coarse is it?" Tu Mi joked.

"The worst tea." Zhu Huaizhen curled his lips.

After he finished speaking, Tu Mi realized that Zhu Huaizhen was complaining about being poor.

After Tu Mi left, Zhu Huaizhen ordered another play called "The Injustice of Dou E".

The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.

"Your Highness, the virtuous concubine asked me to give you a message. Do you want to listen?" Tu Mi only took a cup of tea to finish it.

"Go ahead." Zhu Huaizhen yawned repeatedly.

"The virtuous concubine said that you need to contribute money to the fundraising for the reconstruction of Guanyin Tower, but you don't need to contribute any effort." Tu Mi whispered.

It was only after seeing the arrogance of Concubine Xian that Tu Mi finally understood why her Highness avoided her. If her Highness had seen her, he would have been furious.

"Next time you come, tell her directly that it's okay for me to raise funds and someone else to come." Zhu Huaizhen yawned again, and a few tears splashed down his face. He was really sleepy and couldn't stop himself from feeling sleepy.

Sure enough, the virtuous concubine came again the next day and brought some Dongting Biluochun with her.

Yesterday, Tu Mi prepared Green Peak Tea for Concubine Xian, which is popular among common people and is cheap.

Tu Mi replied word for word, and Concubine Xian was so angry that she almost threw the plum blossom tea bowl over the wall.

My goodness, it would be a waste if I couldn’t prepare a high-quality tea bowl for Concubine Xian next time.

"Your Highness, tell me the truth, you won't donate a single penny to this fundraising campaign?" Tu Mi asked.

"Tu Mi, I have no money." Zhu Huaizhen held up his rosy cheeks, smiling like a flower, his eyes moving.

Haha, you eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall even though you have no money.

Sugar-heart abalone, pineapple sea cucumber, white shark lips, young deer tendons, claw meat, golden shark fin, ivory clam meat, spider fish glue, quail eggs, ham, pork ribs, clean winter bamboo shoots, king oyster mushrooms, chrysanthemum mushrooms, wild pine mushrooms, morels, snow bamboo fungus, Shaoxing wine, eighteen ingredients, eighteen delicious flavors. The moment you lift the lotus leaf covering the jar, the rich meaty aroma is so fragrant that even a Buddha would jump over the wall.

However, Tu Mi knew what was going on, and his methods of getting rid of Concubine Xian became more and more foolproof.