Wash your hands and make soup for you
The bow-back sword shines on the frost in the rosy clouds, and the horse gallops out of the salty sun in the autumn wind.
August 16th is a good day for offering sacrifices, traveling, and praying. In short, it is a good day for everything.
Outside Tiandu City, red flags fluttered in the wind and iron horses rustled.
Ji Mingxiu stood facing west and solemnly handed the axe to Gu Zi'an.
"There is no second order in the army. Two orders can punish people. With this axe, it is as if I am here in person."
"I will obey your order!"
Gu Zi'an took the axe and mounted his horse. The horse neighed loudly, and the army set out one after another.
Gu Zi'an, wearing armor, walked in the front. His hands were holding the reins so tightly that they almost bled, but he couldn't suppress the urge to look back.
On the top of the city wall, Ji Mingxiu and Gu Zi'an's eyes met in the air. Thousands of words were blown away by the autumn wind, leaving only a silent "take care".
Only when the shadow of the 300,000-strong army could no longer be seen did Ji Mingxiu withdraw his gaze and ride back to the palace.
Today, only Zuo Cheng was in the Qinzheng Hall. Li Qingyun looked at the position where Su Yuanbai used to sit and took a sip of tea to hide his smile.
"Your Majesty, the Imperial Master has not arrived today. Is he feeling unwell?"
This old thing finally couldn't bear it and gave up?
"Well, I will send someone to Chaoyue Palace to take a look later."
Ji Mingxiu answered casually while reading the memorial.
Even if they hurried, it took a full month for the 300,000-man army to set out. The frontier commander Jing sent memorials for reinforcements and fodder one after another, but the Xiongnu were about to reach Yumen Pass.
It really worries me.
"His Majesty."
Qiu Ling lowered his head and walked into the hall, his eyes passing by Li Qingyun.
"The Grand Master requests an audience."
Li Qingyun's face darkened instantly.
"Xuan."
Su Yuanbai, for once, did not carry an umbrella, but walked slowly into the hall holding a mahogany tray.
"What is this?"
Ji Mingxiu looked at the soup in the plate, feeling somewhat flattered.
"Your Majesty."
Su Yuanbai put down the tray, a glimmer of expectation in his clear eyes. He secretly pushed the tray in the direction of Ji Mingxiu and answered in a gentle voice.
"This is the sweet-scented osmanthus dumpling soup that I made myself."
Ji Mingxiu silently withdrew his outstretched hand.
I remember that there was no small kitchen in Chaoyue Palace. So where did the imperial master work? In the Yu Kitchen?
Is my kitchen still there?
"Ahem." Ji Mingxiu coughed softly, then turned to look at Li Qingyun, who was sitting nearby watching the show and drinking tea, and asked in a gentle and caring manner, "I guess Zuo Cheng hasn't had lunch yet. Why don't you try this bowl of osmanthus dumpling soup first?"
You eat and drink for free all day long, do you really think my tea was blown by the wind?
"His Majesty……"
Su Yuanbai frowned and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ji Mingxiu.
"My Imperial Master, you may not know that Zuo Cheng just asked me why my Imperial Master did not come to the Qinzheng Palace today. He was not feeling well. Zuo Cheng was so concerned about my Imperial Master's health. How could I have the heart to take away this bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus dumpling soup?"
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Will Li Qingyun care about him?
Su Yuanbai felt somewhat regretful that he had been too strict with His Majesty in recent years. How could he become demented and suffer from tinnitus and dizziness at such a young age?
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."
Li Qingyun put down the teacup, stood up and bowed, looking embarrassed, "It's just that I don't like sweets, and I suddenly remembered that I have something important to do in the mansion, so I'll take my leave first."
Your Majesty, take care of yourself.
As he left the hall, he silently prayed for Ji Mingxiu in his heart.
After fighting with this old guy for more than ten years, he has never heard of when Su Yuanbai would cook soup.
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Ji Mingxiu watched Li Qingyun walk out of the hall without looking back, and secretly cursed him, "You old fox, I saw you eating candied chestnut cake at the moonlit banquet yesterday."
"His Majesty."
Su Yuanbai ignored Li Qingyun and continued to push the osmanthus dumpling soup towards Ji Mingxiu.
"Uh..." Ji Mingxiu couldn't bear the imperial teacher's burning gaze any more, so he took the white porcelain bowl with blue and white patterns, but he couldn't bring himself to drink it.
Do I have to eat it?
I don't want to die in front of the Great Xuan Dynasty in this way.
"Hmm...um...why did the Imperial Master suddenly think of making soup today?"
"The book says that sweets make people happy."
Su Yuanbai's eyes, which were as white as frost all year round, were filled with the clear and gentle rippling of flowing water, and between his relaxed brows and slight smile was a deep affection that Ji Mingxiu had never seen before.
"I want to make your Majesty happy."