Chapter 1064 What's the show?
"Can't you just pretend to be looking forward to it and make me happy?"
As he said this, he laughed out loud, his eyes full of cunning: "But you are right, the last time I tried to make cloud cake, even the nanny who was watching the fire said it looked like a tile with charcoal burning on it."
Xiao Zhan raised his eyebrows: "What is there to look forward to?"
"Don't ordinary men want their wives to cook for them?"
"I am an exception."
Xiao Zhan held her fingertips and stroked them gently: "Xiaoxue, you were born to be held in the arms of splendor. I only hope that you can take good care of yourself, which is better than all the fireworks in the world."
Jiang Xue burst out laughing: "We are so in tune with each other. That year, when the Northern Frontier was trapped in the mountains, even the war horses refused to eat the game I roasted."
"Forget cooking. I can't even hold a needle and thread."
She shook the crooked purse on her waist and said, "But some people just love someone wholeheartedly."
A warm breath passed by my ears: "You love the whole me. Just as I see you, you are good in every way."
Xiao Zhan's Adam's apple moved slightly. This girl always had the ability to stir up trouble in his heart with just a few words.
As dusk fell, the two of them strolled in the flower garden filled with clouds.
The spring breeze blew by with the fragrance of crabapples, startling a few peach blossoms that fell on Jiang Xue's temples.
"Heng'er has something to tell me."
Xiao Zhan elaborated on what the young emperor said: "He wants to lift the ban on Feng Ziqing."
Jiang Xue paused and pondered, the moonlight casting a butterfly shadow on her eyelashes: "This child is becoming more and more thoughtful. It's time to hand over the Dark Scale Order to him."
"The mobilization talisman for the Twelve Dark Night Guards?" Xiao Zhan's expression was slightly stern.
He had heard that this group of secret guards directly under the emperor, consisting of twelve men, could defeat an army of thousands.
"The token that my father entrusted to me before his death has been sealed in Fengyi Palace all these years."
Jiang Xue's fingertips slid across the wisteria trellis: "The Dark Lin Guards should be loyal to the emperor. When Heng'er takes power, the property will be returned to its owner."
Jiang Xue stroked the dark pattern on the black iron token, with a look of satisfaction in her eyes: "The strategy that Heng'er has shown now is actually three points better than we expected."
Xiao Zhan handed the warm ginseng tea to her and said, "Is it time to hand over the command of the Twelve Dark Night Guards?"
"That's right."
The woman gently stroked her slightly bulging belly: "Every time I see him studying the Art of War late at night, I feel both distressed and proud. He is only six years old."
Her voice suddenly choked up: "When my brother gave me the important task of supervising the country, I still had you by my side, but Heng'er..."
His broad palm covered her slightly cool fingertips:
"We are his support. Do you remember the time at the border post? When three-year-old Heng'er had a high fever and fainted, he was still holding the tiger talisman tightly. From then on, I knew..."
Before she finished her words, Jiang Xue suddenly pulled out a piece of black jade that was glowing faintly from under her pillow. Under the candlelight, blood-like lines inside could be vaguely seen.
Xiao Zhan's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly took out the red sandalwood box and sealed it: "How many times have I told you that this ancient jade burial is too yin!"
Jiang Xiaoan held a magnifying glass and repeatedly examined the jade artifact, his silver hair trembling in the morning light: "Princess, you are worrying too much. This thing does not have any hidden poison."
"But I had a dream the day before yesterday..."
Jiang Xue looked at the young man practicing sword outside the window with hesitation, his tall and straight outline was beginning to appear under his black tights.
Xiao Zhan changed the subject at the right time: "Speaking of which, when the late emperor specially made these twelve black iron orders..."
"My brother is always like this."
Jiang Xue stroked the cloud pattern on the token with her fingertips: "I remember one Lantern Festival, I said I wanted to pick the stars, and he actually asked the Sitianjian to build a 30-meter-high cloud ladder."
Xiao Zhan smiled, "Later, a little crybaby started crying when he climbed to ten feet, so I had to move thirty quilts to spread underneath him overnight."
Suddenly, a clear child's voice broke the memory: "Aunt and Uncle! Look at the blueprint of my improved crossbow!"
The young man came in like a gust of wind, with morning dew still on the ends of his hair.
The two men smiled at each other, and the black jade on the table glowed with a strange luster in the sunlight.
As dusk fell over the carved window lattices, Xiao Zhan tucked the loose hair of the person in his arms behind her ears: "If what Xiaoxue asks for is within your ability, how can it be considered as asking too much?"
His fingertips brushed across the yellowed book on the desk: "Which one do you want to hear tonight?"
The candle wick on the jade table emitted warm light, reflecting Jiang Xue's relaxed brows as she sank into a dream.
When the morning light first appeared, the golden brick floor of the imperial study was covered with tiny spots of light.
Jiang Heng placed the gilded pillow behind his aunt's waist. On the rosewood table were scattered sweet-scented osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut powder cakes and seven-turn green porcelain cups. The scent of agarwood wrapped in the fragrance of books and ink circulated in the hall.
"This is so carefully arranged, it seems like it's waiting for me." Jiang Xue picked up a piece of transparent flower rice cake, and the icing sugar fell on the hem of her gilded skirt.
The young emperor pushed the ice-cracked teacup half an inch closer and said, "When I asked my uncle to pass on the message yesterday, I knew you would come and knock on my face."
"You've thought it through."
Gilded Armor tapped the table lightly: "I came here today for another important matter."
The black iron token slipped out from the brocade sleeve, and the dark patterns on it shone mysteriously under the light.
Jiang Heng's fingertips rubbed the raised dragon scale pattern on the edge of the token: "Could this thing be..."
"The command talisman of the Twelve Guards of Dark Night."
Jiang Xue looked at the boy's pupils that suddenly shrank: "The late emperor used them to purge the remnants of the previous dynasty. Now it's time to return them to their rightful owners."
The young man stroked the lines on the black iron with his fingertips: "The war report from the northern border has not yet arrived, and the trade route in the southern border has also..."
“Governing a country is like playing chess. You must always have a backup plan.”
She held the token with her bare hands and pressed it against the imperial desk with dragon patterns: "Tomorrow morning we will discuss the rules for the relief money for the Hexi disaster. Do you have any ideas?"
Jiang Heng looked at the black bird flying over the palace outside the window and put the token into the secret pocket of his sleeve.
In the green smoke rising from the Xuande incense burner on the desk, one can vaguely see the silhouette of the emperor holding his little daughter's hand and sketching the mountains and rivers on the map.
While they were discussing something in the imperial study, the pearl curtain was suddenly lifted.
Jiang Heng's attendant bowed and reported: "Your Majesty, the Queen Mother made the golden thread date paste cake herself, and said she sent it to you to fill your stomach."
As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the three people in the hall were all shocked.
Xiao Zhan tapped the yellow pear wood table with his knuckles and looked suspiciously at the aunt and nephew sitting there.
Jiang Xue's white fingertips were circling the winding branches on the celadon teacup, but the young emperor had already rejected her coldly, "Just say that I don't have time..."
"Wait a minute."
Jiang Xue suddenly chuckled, her mutton-fat jade earrings gleaming in the candlelight, "Since the Queen Mother has prepared such a generous gift, why not invite her to come over for a chat?"
She and Xiao Zhan exchanged a knowing look - this Queen Mother never did anything without a profit, and now that she was suddenly showing goodwill, it would be better to see in person what she was up to.
In just half a cup of tea, the sound of jingling jewelry came from far away.
Feng Ziqing stepped over the threshold wearing Sichuan brocade and beaded shoes, her neck slightly stiff from the weight of the kingfisher phoenix hairpins on her head.
Even if you apply the best eyebrow powder, the fine lines at the corners of your eyes still crawl into your makeup like spider webs.
When her eyes swept over Jiang Xue's bulging belly, jealousy exploded in her chest - the cramping pain she felt when she was forced to drink the sterilizing soup that year seemed to spread through her blood vessels throughout her body.
"I remember Yun'er loved almond pastry the most."
Feng Ziqing took out the pastries from the gold-painted food box, and Koudan almost pinched the pastry.
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