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Jing Mo saw Aning again three months after the battle of Eternal Life Temple. It was early March, and several tall white magnolia trees were in full bloom in the alley. From a distance, one could see a tree full of flowers. The air was filled with the aroma of food and the subtle fragrance of white magnolia flowers.
Jing Mo only brought the captain of the guard and a few guards with him, and walked all the way from the imperial palace. Before he knew it, Emperor Zhuri walked into this alley.
The captain of the guards knew why his master had come here, but he didn't dare to say it. The guy that his master cared about was now in Baihu. It was said that he only went out to eat all day long and lived a carefree and comfortable life.
The alley at night, especially the alley selling snacks, was naturally very lively. Jing Mo walked slowly in the crowd. Not long after, Jing Mo smelled the aroma of fried tofu, just like Yu Xiaoxiao at that time.
The chief guard looked forward and whispered to Jing Mo, "Your Majesty, that is Mr. Zhou's daughter."
Jing Mo looked at Aning. Although Zhou Qiao was not given any official title, he was his close minister. Why would Aning still be selling snacks on this street?
The chief guard knew everything about the Zhou family. Jing Mo didn't ask, but he also said to Jing Mo: "Master Zhou said that if a merchant's daughter wants to be declassified, according to the law, her father or husband should be an official. Master Zhou said that he is not an official, and Miss Aning is not married, so there is nothing we can do about it."
Another guard said boldly: "Mr. Zhou is being hard on himself. How difficult is it for a commoner to become an official? Merchant girls cannot marry into a high position."
Jing Mo shook his head. This was something that Zhou Qiao, a man who followed rules and did everything in a methodical manner, could do.
"The two from Zhou's residence are here too," the captain of the guards whispered to Jing Mo.
Looking across the crowd, Jing Mo also saw the maid named Lianpeng and Xiaoyi who had attempted to assassinate him walking out of the store. Lianpeng was holding a bag of clean oil paper, and Xiaoyi was holding a lot of firewood.
"Your Majesty, you?" Jing Mo stood there for a long time, prompting the captain of the guards to ask.
Jing Mo walked towards Aning's stall.
The captain of the guards hurriedly led the guards and followed Jing Mo.
After seeing off a customer who was buying fried tofu, Aning felt someone walking towards her, so she looked up to greet the customer. However, she saw clearly that the person was Jing Mo, and she was stunned.
Jing Mo walked to Aning's stall. Fried tofu, shredded radish cakes, spring rolls, shrimp cakes, butter cakes, and some snacks that Jing Mo couldn't name filled the small table in front of the oil pan.
"Your Majesty," Aning did not dare to call Jing Mo loudly, and was still hesitating whether to kneel down and pay homage to Jing Mo in the street.
Jing Mo waved at Aning and said with a smile, "How is business?"
Aning was in a daze again, and the king asked her if her business was going.
Jing Mo originally looked down at Aning's stall. Without waiting for Aning's answer, he looked up at Aning and said, "Can't tell? I'm not a tax collector."
Aning...
The captains of the guards...
Your Majesty, you are joking, right? Is that right?
"Business is good," Aning whispered.
"One of each," Jing Mo said, "Do you have any wine?"
Aning said hurriedly: "I have some aged osmanthus wine here."
"Yeah," Jing Mo nodded and walked into the small shop behind Aning.
When Lianpeng got into trouble at Zhou's house, she didn't see Jingmo's face clearly, so Lianpeng, who had already tied her hair into a bun and became a young lady, couldn't recognize Jingmo.
Xiaoyi took another pile of firewood from the backyard and walked into the store, just in time to make eye contact with Jingmo. Xiaoyi had stabbed Jingmo before, so it was impossible for him not to know Jingmo. Xiaoyi was startled and his hands loosened, causing the pile of firewood to fall on his feet.
Jing Mo smiled indifferently, found an empty table and sat down, and said to Xiao Yi: "Are you married?"
Xiao Yi nodded with a wooden face.
"Congratulations," Jing Mo said.
Xiaoyi stood there stupidly, totally unsure of how to respond to Jingmo's words.
The captain of the guards glared at Xiao Yi and said, "This man is lucky to have met the princess, otherwise he would have died long ago."
Aning was a girl with nimble hands and feet. She quickly brought in snacks and a jar of osmanthus wine on a tray. When she saw Xiaoyi and the firewood on the ground, Aning's heart began to panic.
The captain of the guards took the tray from Aning's hand, tested it for poison, and then placed the tray in front of Jingmo.
Jing Mo tasted a bite of fried tofu and thought it smelled delicious, but when you put it in your mouth, it tasted like tofu. Jing Mo didn't understand why Yu Xiaoxiao loved it.
At this time, Aning said, "Your Majesty, it tastes better with some chili oil."
Jing Mo looked up at Aning.
Aning was a little flustered, but she still smiled at Jingmo with her lips pursed. Her smile was shallow and warm.
Another guest came outside the house and asked loudly for some shredded radish pancakes.
Jing Mo said to Aning, "Go get busy."
Aning stepped back.
Jing Mo looked at Xiao Yi who was still standing there stupidly and said, "Aren't you going to deliver the firewood? Is there still any hatred between you and me?"
Xiaoyi hurriedly bent down to pick up firewood.
Seeing this man in a panic, picking up two and dropping one, the captain of the guards, who couldn't bear it, stepped forward to help.
Jing Mo didn't eat much snacks that day, but he drank up the osmanthus wine.
"This wine is very good," Jing Mo said to Aning when the captain of the guards was paying.
The captain of the guards and the guards all twitched their lips. There were countless fine wines in the imperial palace, but what was so good about this osmanthus wine that only cost a few cents to buy a big bowl?
Aning hurriedly said to Jingmo: "This is brewed by me."
Jing Mo nodded, turned around and left Aning's shop. His mood didn't get better, but it didn't get worse either.
Aning didn't think much about Jing Mo coming to her shop in disguise. Firstly, it was useless for her to think about it. Secondly, Aning didn't dare to think about it. When the emperor was angry, there would be corpses everywhere. After seeing the end of the Zhou family, Aning had only awe for Jing Mo.
In the days that followed for the two of them, Jing Mo was in the court, and Aning was looking after her own snack stand. One was high and mighty, while the other was humble but also peaceful.
Two months passed unknowingly, the magnolia flowers in the alley had withered, and Jing Mo once again stood in front of Aning's stall. He didn't order snacks, but a jar of osmanthus wine.
This time, the captains of the guards did not enter the store, but stood on the street outside the store to guard it.
Aning took the wine, asked the chief guard to test it for poison, then brought it into the store and delivered it to Jingmo's table.
Jing Mo said: "The princess wrote a letter to say hello."
There aren't many princesses in the world, but there aren't too many either. But Aning only knows one princess. "Ah," Aning said happily, "Is Her Royal Highness the Princess okay?"
"She and her husband went to Xuanwu," Jing Mo said with a smile, "and said that she would come to see me after winter."
Aning could see that Jingmo was happier this time than the last time he came.
Jing Mo took a sip of osmanthus wine, and the aroma of the sweet wine filled the small shop.
There were no customers outside the store, so Aning stood with Jingmo and said, "Your Majesty, please tell the princess that I am fine and thank her for her concern."
"She said the snacks in your house are delicious," Jing Mo looked up at Aning and smiled.
Aning felt something in her heart bumping at Jing Mo's smile, so she lowered her head quickly. She knew it was dangerous, but some things looked too good to be true, and people couldn't help but get close to them.
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