The goldfinch stared at the parrot, which was twice its size. Its small body emanated a huge pressure, and the parrot trembled and was reluctant to fly.
The parrot's claws are like iron hooks, its eyes are sparkling, it can recite ancient poems and fight wild cats. It has always been the most arrogant master in the Cining Palace.
But at this moment, he acted out of character and let the little goldfinch step on his head.
The little goldfinch was walking in front, and it followed behind, looking like a younger brother meeting his older brother.
"Why didn't Concubine Zhen come?"
"The bamboo shoots in the side hall have grown to half a person's height. Concubine Zhen is tidying up the yard."
“How do we deal with the bamboo shoots we dug out?”
"It's composting."
"It's too luxurious, go and take a look."
A group of eunuchs holding hoes gathered in the side hall. At this moment, they raised their hoes and dug into the ground.
Bamboo shoots mixed with soil were dug out from the pit. The eunuch raised his knife and was about to chop at the bamboo shoots, "Wait!"
Qi Yuer lifted her skirt and ran forward two steps. Today she came to give flowers to Concubine Zhen, and it just happened that she met Concubine Zhen digging bamboo shoots.
She thought of seven or eight ways to cook bamboo shoots: pickled pepper bamboo shoots, stir-fried bamboo shoots, dried bamboo shoots stewed with cured pig's trotters...
What beautiful bamboo shoots! They grow naturally without any trace of artificial cultivation. Why not keep them and cook them?
"Tiffany Jane, can you..."
Before Qi Yuer finished speaking, Concubine Zhen had already guessed her intention.
"Find a small cart and take the freshly dug bamboo shoots to the Xiangfeng Temple."
The eunuchs took out axes and started to shell the fruits. Qi Yuer's eyes lit up. For a foodie, fresh ingredients were far more attractive than gold, silver and treasures.
Qi Yuer personally supervised the work, urging the eunuchs to walk slowly and carefully, and then personally directed the cook to prepare a table of food and wine.
Qi Yuer eats in a heroic manner, and it is no exaggeration to say that she devours everything in her body like a whirlwind.
When Zhu Bifeng didn't feel like eating, he would often come to watch Qi Yuer eat. Seeing her laughing while eating, he felt that life was particularly beautiful.
"The tribute bamboo shoots from outside the palace haven't arrived yet. Where will the ingredients for my beloved concubine's table come from?"
"It was given by Concubine Zhen from the Cining Palace."
Zhu Bifeng's eyebrows twitched, and Qi Yuer quickly served Zhu Bifeng a bowl of lotus root and pork ribs soup.
“The lotus root is very crisp and tastes good.”
"It's so fresh, just dug from Hefengtang."
"My beloved concubine is really good at making use of ingredients."
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty."
Qi Yuer held the bowl and ate one bowl after another. She ate so much, but she didn't gain weight. It was outrageous, really outrageous.
After the two finished their meal, Zhu Bifeng taught Concubine Qi how to paint. The painting showed ten green bamboos, and Concubine Qi stared at the painting intently.
"What are you looking at?"
"There are no bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest painted by the Emperor."
"My dear, there are no bamboo shoots in the autumn bamboo."
Qi Yu'er was thoughtful, "Your Majesty, can you draw lychees?"
"You want to eat lychees."
"Hey, is it that obvious?"
“It’s very obvious.”
"It's a little difficult to transport lychees from Lingnan to Kyoto, but if my beloved concubine wants to eat them, it's not a big deal."
Qi Yuer clapped her hands quickly: "No, I don't want to be scolded."
"How can you get scolded for eating a few fresh lychees?"
"A horse gallops through the dusty world, and the concubine smiles. No one knows it is the lychees that are coming." This poem has been passed down for hundreds of years. From the elderly to the young, everyone knows that Yang Guifei's desire to eat lychees caused many horses to die in a hurry.
"So you have something to fear, too."
"I am so timid that I dare not even step on an ant."
As soon as the words fell, Shuangxi exclaimed, "There is a bedbug, Madam, please get out of the way. I will kill it with a swat."
Concubine Qi was so frightened that she jumped up and picked up the stool at her feet.
, and threw it at the bedbug.
"Finally he died. I was so scared. I was too timid. Your Majesty, please be kind."
"Oh, you scared me to death."
Zhu Bifeng saw through it but didn't say anything. "My beloved concubine is frightened. There are many mosquitoes in the summer. My beloved concubine, please be careful."
Qi Yuer smiled shyly, her face flushed.
The two of them talked slowly and strolled hand in hand around the palace gate.
Shuangxi reminded him just in time: "Your Majesty, it's time to go back."
Zhu Bifeng stood up and left. Qi Yuer walked him to the palace gate and said, "My beloved concubine, go back and rest. I will come to see you when I am free."
The emperor was like a gust of wind, coming and going, and Qi Yuer's heart was full and empty.
After entering the palace, she found that she had changed. Apart from food, she began to care about the emperor for the first time, and this concern would grow deeper with time.
Zhu Bifeng left Xiangfeng Palace and went to Penglai Pavilion immediately. Mei Fei's injury had healed. She held a long sword and performed a set of Tai Chi sword techniques. Mei Qingqing was as her name suggests, proud, cold and aloof.
Her sword moves were powerful and open, showing the style of a master.
Zhu Beifeng pulled out a spear from the weapon rack and stepped forward to fight with Mei Qingqing.
The two fought back and forth, but the winner was still unknown.
If Mei Qingqing was a man, I would have one more brave general. It's a pity, lamentable and sad.
Mei Qingqing put down her sword and walked forward to talk to Zhu Beifeng.
"What happened to the Emperor?"
"My beloved concubine is a master of swordsmanship. She really shouldn't be trapped in the harem."
"The world is at peace, and the people are well-fed and well-clothed. I would rather have my swordsmanship go to waste than see people suffer."
Zhu Bifeng's heart softened when he heard this. Mei Qingqing was a man of few words, but every word she said could accurately and accurately soothe the ripples in his heart.
Penglai Pavilion built an octagonal pavilion with a stone table in the hall and a chessboard on it, where black and white chess pieces were fighting each other.
"Yesterday, I was reading a book and saw many records of outstanding women, such as Ban Jieyu, Li Qingzhao, Fu Hao, etc. I always felt regretful. Such talents were not valued because they were women. It is really a pity."
"A few days ago, Concubine Zhen had a heart-to-heart talk with me. She said she plans to open a girls' school with the Queen Mother and Concubine Xian. My beloved concubine, why not become a swordsmanship instructor?"
Mei Qingqing paused holding the chess piece. It was not impossible for her to be a teacher. While teaching others, her swordsmanship would also improve.
"I just mentioned it casually. If my beloved concubine doesn't want to, forget it."
"I am very willing."
"The sky in the palace is square, while the sky in the harem is short and small. If Concubine Tang had a skill, my childhood wouldn't have been so hopeless."
Concubine Mei didn't know what Zhu Bifeng experienced in his childhood. He didn't bring it up, and she didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she stood shoulder to shoulder with him and acted as a listener.
The two played three games of chess in total, with Zhu Beifeng winning one and losing two. Zhu Beifeng liked Mei Qingqing's uniqueness. She would be very happy when the emperor came, and she would not be discouraged at all when the emperor left.
Mei Qingqing never changes the trajectory of her life because of the coming or going of others.
Xiaolan chirped, "Master, you must not become a swordsmanship instructor."
"Why?" Mei Qingqing was puzzled. She was free anyway, so she might as well go out and stretch her muscles.
"The female students in the academy are probably from wealthy families. They can't stand being hurt. If they get a little scrape they'll cry for days."
Mei Qingqing did not make a decision immediately. She planned to take advantage of the time when she paid her respects tomorrow to hear what Concubine Zhen had to say.
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