"Auntie Peng, the princess likes to eat Yangchun noodles. Roll the noodles very thinly, boil them in bone soup, add some green vegetables and a thin layer of braised beef, sprinkle with some green onions, and prepare it while you watch. When the princess wakes up, she can eat it right away."

After carefully giving Jiang Ying breakfast instructions, Yan Zhuo remembered that she also liked to eat Furongzhai glutinous rice cake, so he went out to buy some without any hesitation.

Furongzhai has good business and specializes in serving dignitaries. Although a box of cakes is small in quantity and expensive, many masters of mansions still send their servants to line up early.

With Yan Zhuo's status, he naturally wouldn't queue up, but the person behind Furongzhai was the eldest princess, so he couldn't just throw money at her or do whatever he wanted based on his status.

Looking at the long queue in front of the door, Yan Zhuo patted the old black horse's neck and said, "Ten baskets of purple stamen grass, you go and queue for me."

"Sneeze! Sneeze!" Lao Hei snorted twice unhappily.

It is not happy.

It is true that purple stamen grass was its favorite food in the past, but now Jiang Ying feeds it space spiritual herbs from time to time, and its taste has gradually become more picky. It feels that purple stamen grass is just average.

It's not worth it to stand out in the crowd.

Yan Zhuo didn't expect Lao Hei to refuse. This horse used to be very obedient, at least he never disobeyed him. What happened today? Has he become bolder?

I couldn't help but pull the hair on its head and asked, "Are you going?"

Lao Hei looked up with his round black eyes, pretending not to hear or understand.

Yan Zhuo wanted to kill the horse, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was stupid to get angry with a horse, so he pulled the old black horse's ear and said, "Do you think you are lining up for me? No! Doesn't your heroine like to eat glutinous rice cakes? You are not fed enough by her. If you don't have this little bit of loyalty, it will be too mean!"

With just a few words, he easily convinced Lao Hei to queue up.

He swaggered into the upper floor of Furongzhai. The second floor did not sell anything, but was the princess's private place for entertaining guests.

The gatekeeper recognized Yan Zhuo and didn't stop him.

The eldest princess was watching from the sidelines. From the second floor, she had a wide field of vision and had already seen everything Yan Zhuo did downstairs.

When Yan Zhuo showed up, he waved his sleeves in a hypocritical manner and said with a carefree smile, "Brother Wang, Xuan Ning's small business is something you usually don't even bother to look at. How come you have time to come today?"

The spacious building has an elegant layout and a clear structure.

A small water windmill creaked against the wall as it turned. There was a hint of noise in the silence, and in the noise, it seemed to retain the last bit of tranquility.

Princess Xuanning sat in front of a desk on the right side of the room. Behind her was a wooden cabinet that combined a bookshelf and an antique shelf. Directly in front of her was a large folding screen with twelve panels, on which were painted twelve pictures of stunning ladies in different styles, colors, and makeup.

But Yan Zhuo could tell at a glance that the person in the painting was Xuan Ning.

Moreover, this beautiful picture must have been created by Xiao Jingyu, the husband of the young horse.

He is a scholar with rich knowledge, good looks and a top scholar.

It's a pity that after marrying the princess, his career was hopeless because the court was short of a talent. However, as the emperor's only biological sister, Xuanning was doted on.

To be her husband, one doesn't need to be capable. First, Xuan Ning likes you, and second, you need to be able to serve Xuan Ning well and live a happy and smooth life.

At this moment, Xiao Jingyu was naturally there. He had a bright look in his eyes and a handsome face like mountains, wind, water and moon. He was sitting on the couch under the window, reading a book.

Watching Yan Zhuo walk in with a calm attitude, neither humble nor arrogant, the book fell on the railing, and Yan Zhuo saw clearly that it was a "Guan Lan History of Qing Dynasty".

Books on state governance are boring. Not to mention a royal relative like him, there are not many children from aristocratic families who can bear to read them.

Princess Xuanning walked out from her seat and raised her hand to signal Yan Zhuo to sit down.

Then he ordered the maid, "Go, serve a cup of good tea to my brother."

Yan Zhuo was still immersed in Xiao Jingyu's rare "diligence". He pulled the corner of his mouth in an ambiguous way, then sat down to give face to Princess Xuan Ning, and said with a faint smile, "This is my first time to buy something from your shop. I didn't expect it to be such a hassle for just a few cakes."

I glanced downstairs and saw, damn it, Lao Hei hasn't come yet!

Those people below can endure it. A stinky horse is queuing next to them, but they can't resist and not move?

Princess Xuanning said in a mocking tone, "Look at what you said, my brother. You allow men to pursue careers and do business, but women cannot pursue their own pursuits?

Although my Furongzhai is not a earth-shattering business, it is loved by the elderly, children, women and children. After all, Xuanning is not really doing this for the money.

It is a great enjoyment to watch the constant flow of people downstairs from this floor every day.

Moreover, today, my brother the king obediently offered money and lined up to wait. Xuan Ning didn't know how happy he was in his heart! "

He said she was asking for trouble, and she mocked him for not having a sense of humor.

There was no point in talking, and he was too lazy to wait any longer for the tea. He stood up and shook his head, "Then you continue to enjoy yourself. I have things to do at home, so I'll leave first."

Xuan Ning suddenly spoke up, "Brother Wang, you bought the cakes for that girl, right? It's too late now, and I can't get there in a while. If I go back late, will you be blamed?"

Don't say much, just the four words "that woman" can tell that she has no respect for Jiang Ying.

Yan Zhuo was not a good-tempered person, and his face darkened instantly when he heard that. "Xuan Ning, I'm warning you, there is a limit to being arrogant and willful."

"My brother is angry?" Princess Xuanning was not afraid. Instead, she looked at Xiao Jingyu smugly. Of course, it was unknown whether the latter was really looking at her. "My brother, you are still so bad-tempered. At this time, shouldn't you beg me to achieve your goal?"

Yan Zhuo sneered, "Please? You should leave this good thing to your husband!"

After saying this, he turned around and went downstairs without any regrets.

He shouldn't have come here. He thought Xuan Ning's temper had become more restrained after getting married, but it seemed to have no effect.

What a waste of the noble family's Xiao Jingyu, a top scholar, who is now only fit to be a green leaf beside her to set off the flowers!

If this continues for a long time, problems will inevitably arise.

*

In fact, Xuan Ning and Xiao Jingyu were not as harmonious as they seemed on the surface.

After Yan Zhuo left, there was no one in the room. Xiao Jingyu sat back in his previous seat without saying a word, picked up the book, and continued reading as if nothing was happening.

Xuan Ning was frustrated by Yan Zhuo and became increasingly angry. "Xiao Jingyu, what do you mean? I am a big shot here, but I am not as good as the crappy book in your head?"

This was just like her inexplicable sarcasm just now, both were jealousy and psychological imbalance.

Why are you so nice to a country bumpkin?

I even ran from the west to the east of the city just to buy her her favorite cakes.

And she was a princess, and Yan Zhuo had always been unkind to her, not to mention that Xiao Jingyu was her husband, but she was so lukewarm towards him?

It wasn't like this when we first got married!

Xuan Ning couldn't understand why Xiao Jingyu ignored her. She had no place to vent her anger, so she walked up to him, snatched the book he was reading, and threw it downstairs.

After the rain, there were many puddles on the bluestone slabs on the streets.

As luck would have it, the thrown book landed right in a puddle and instantly became soaked and turned into waste paper.

Xiao Jingyu turned his head in disbelief and stared into Xuan Ning's eyes with an almost ruthless look, "Do you know that when you lose your temper, you look really ugly!"

…

A quarrel between a couple became more intense because Yan Zhuo inadvertently intervened.

But Yan Zhuo didn't realize it at all, or maybe he did realize it, but he didn't care.

He carefully protected the glutinous rice cake that he had snatched from another shop at a high price, and hurried, and finally arrived before Jiang Ying woke up.

Aunt Peng's Yangchun noodles were already ready, but Yan Zhuo was still worried, so he ate a bowl himself first to make sure that Jiang Ying liked the taste. Then he tiptoed into the house and prepared to order.

But as soon as I entered the room, I found Jiang Ying sitting or lying on the wide bed in some indescribable postures!