Chapter 270 One Day

Most of the first day of the siege had already passed.

After Zhu Huaizhen burned incense and took a bath, he suddenly remembered this.

Ahem, Zhu Huaizhen was burning incense to dispel evil spirits.

Lately, I've been coughing non-stop, feeling rather unlucky. I need to get rid of the evil spirits.

The ingredients of this exorcist incense are agarwood, cloves, amomum villosum, perilla, musk, bletilla striata, and camphor. First, clean the agarwood and soak it in a musk solution for a day and a night. Remove the agarwood and dry it in the shade. Grind it into a fine powder and set aside. Next, grind the cloves, amomum villosum, perilla, and an appropriate amount of camphor into a fine powder and set aside. Next, grind the bletilla striata to extract the sticky juice and mix it with the two incense powders to make two different incense pills. Finally, place the agarwood powder incense pill on top and the mixed incense pills made with cloves, amomum villosum, perilla, and camphor below, and press them into a fragrant cake.

"By the way, Tu Mi, go out and find out what the people of Nanchu are doing today." Zhu Huaizhen held up his rosy cheeks, smiling like a flower, his eyes moving.

"Your Highness, you don't want to listen to opera in the middle of the night, do you?" Tu Mi sighed helplessly.

"Tu Mi, what a good idea! Why didn't I think of it?" Zhu Huaizhen joked.

So Tu Mi went out and Zhu Huaizhen went to listen to the opera.

She was seen lying on a beauty couch surrounded by black lacquer and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, waving a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, moving it from time to time, as lazy as a Persian cat, listening to "Peach Blossom Fan".

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.

She didn't drink a cup of strong and bright tea, such as sesame salt, bamboo shoots, chestnuts, loofah kernels, walnut kernels, spring immortal seagull, swan osmanthus, rose and brine Lu'an sparrow tongue bud tea, for fear of gaining weight and insomnia.

"Your Highness, everyone in Nanchu is writing letters home and trying every possible way to send them out." Tu Mi whispered.

"A letter from home?" Zhu Huaizhen muttered to himself and instantly understood.

She was really jealous of the people of Nanchu.

The people of Nanchu were not thinking about escaping, but about death. They were planning to die rather than surrender.

"Tu Mi, I also want to write a letter home." Zhu Huaizhen sighed lightly.

After saying this, Tu Mi moved quickly to prepare the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

As a result, Zhu Huaizhen picked up the pen and said: Big sister, are you short of money?

"Your Highness, why don't you say anything else?" Tu Mi couldn't help but frown.

"Anything else?" Zhu Huaizhen touched his chin, a little confused.

Is there anything in this world more worth discussing than money?

"For example, how is Princess Rongyang doing in Northern Jin? Has she been bullied?" Tu Mi thought for a moment.

"Tu Mi, there is no Princess Rongyang in this world anymore, only Bai Rusu." Zhu Huaizhen sighed.

"In addition, as long as the elder sister has money, others will not dare to bully her, because she has the talent for governing the country since she was a primary school student. She can assist Emperor Hui of Jin in governing the country without having to compete for favor in the harem." Zhu Huaizhen continued.

"Then Your Highness, do you want to write a letter to His Majesty and the Third Prince?" Tu Mi asked softly.

"He can't even protect my mother, so I'd better not worry about him to avoid getting him into trouble. As for my third brother, he can follow my father, learn to read and write, and live a stable life, so he won't be involved in the troubles of this world." Zhu Huaizhen threw away the wolf hair brush and immediately lost interest.