Chapter 57 Daily Life on Double Ninth Festival 3
Everything was normal in Ningxiangju, but in Yongfu Palace there was chaos.
Cui Yuzhen had just had a heated argument with the person opposite her.
He returned to his room angrily, and everything he saw was unsatisfactory.
"Go and get my letter!"
Cui Yuzhen sat down on a chair, fanning herself with a handkerchief while instructing the maid beside her to get something from the room.
The maid responded and hurried into the room to bring her the letter that she had placed in the drawer.
Cui Yuzhen opened the envelope and looked at the words inside, and her expression gradually improved.
When Yanqiu came in, the letter from Qingzhou had just been delivered, so she brought it with her.
What was described in the letter was Love's miserable condition.
Cui Yuzhen would take it out and read it when she was in a bad mood, as a way to vent her anger.
As she was watching, she felt relieved, when suddenly a man stumbled into the doorway.
Cui Yuzhen was startled and looked over quickly, and saw that it was Yanqiu.
She held onto the door frame, her face pale and her expression dazed, as if she was being chased by a ghost outside.
Cui Yuzhen frowned and said, "You just went to the Imperial Household Department to get something, why do you look like this?"
Yan Qiu heard her voice and slowly came back to his senses. He took a few breaths before walking in: "Master, I met a..."
She wanted to say that she met a eunuch and was frightened by the other party's eyes.
She knew that speaking out loud would only sound absurd, so she ignored the eunuch and said, "I met two maids in the Imperial Household Department. They lived in the remote Ningxiang Residence. Their master's surname was Luo, and he was a nobleman."
Cui Yuzhen was getting impatient listening to her talking about the two maids for no apparent reason. The last word "Luo" suddenly made her shudder: "You said that person's surname is Luo?"
Yan Qiu nodded and wanted to elaborate, but suddenly remembered that the maid was there, so she asked her to leave before saying, "I've seen her. That noble lady Luo is very beautiful. Master, I remember that Miss Luo had a concubine sister who was also very beautiful. Miss Luo didn't enter the palace. Could it be that Miss Luo was replaced by Miss Luo?"
Cui Yuzhen's face changed. "Impossible! Luo Fu is already married to a poor family in Qingzhou. How could she enter the palace? Besides, Luo Zhen has been preparing for such a good opportunity since she was a child. How could she give such a good opportunity to her half-sister whom she despises the most!"
Yanqiu was not sure either. She had never seen Luo Fu, but had only heard Cui Yuzhen mention her. But how could it be such a coincidence that her surname was Luo and she was also extremely beautiful?
She wanted to ask Cui Yuzhen to go over and take a look, but she became frightened when she thought of the eunuch beside Concubine Luo.
Regardless of whether or not that Love is a threat to the master, it’s better not to cause trouble.
She was about to speak and let the matter go, but Cui Yuzhen became anxious: "Then I'll go and take a look!"
She stood up and was about to leave.
Yan Qiu was startled and quickly stopped her: "Maybe they have the same surname. There is no need for the master to go and check in person. Whether that noble lady Luo is Luo Fu or not is not a problem for the master."
Cui Yuzhen gritted her teeth: "Who said it's okay?"
If that person is really Love, then who has she been laughing at these days?
Who will she laugh at from now on!
Are you laughing at her own joke?
Seeing that she couldn't stop her, Yan Qiu was frightened and could only say, "Since my master wants to know, I will send someone back to the Bo Mansion to let my master investigate the whole story. It is better than for my master to go there rashly now. There is a very unusual eunuch beside Noble Lady Luo. I think he is the chief steward, but he is very protective of Noble Lady Luo. I am afraid there is something going on. My master, please do not go there at this time."
"Why is there still a eunuch?" Cui Yuzhen felt a little better after hearing this. "In this inner court, the eunuchs are the most adept at flattering the powerful and bullying the weak. Luo Fu is just a concubine with no money or power. There's no way an eunuch would risk losing money to protect her. I guess that person isn't her."
Yan Qiu thought to himself, that's not necessarily true. With a look like that, as long as he is not an arrogant and brainless person, he will have a chance to come to the fore sooner or later. It is not impossible that a senior eunuch will take notice of him and make a move on him early on.
only……
She thought carefully about the scene at Ningxiangju.
That eunuch is too unusual.
His overall temperament doesn't seem like that of a eunuch.
And his protection of that noble lady Luo didn't seem like a servant's protection of his master, but more like...
"Then send the letter by express delivery. I want to know what's going on with Love as soon as possible!"
Yanqiu's thoughts were interrupted by Cui Yuzhen's urging. She quickly responded and went to the desk to write a letter.
Love had no idea that she was being investigated again for no apparent reason.
She is picking dogwood.
There were dogwood trees planted in the backyard of Ningxiangju, and they were in full bloom when she moved in.
At this time, they are densely hanging in front of my eyes, a bright yellow scene.
Murong Jin stood beside her with a basket hanging on his forearm.
He looked at her with a relaxed expression as she carefully selected a branch of dogwood, then turned around.
He folded his hands and handed the basket to her, but she didn't put it in the basket. Instead, she raised it and handed it to his ear.
Murong Jin raised his eyebrows and lowered his head cooperatively, allowing her to insert the dogwood into his hair.
"In addition to eating steamed cakes on the Double Ninth Festival, people also wear dogwood leaves."
Luo Fu looked at him, and seeing that it was not crooked, she turned back to selecting branches, explaining slowly, "Not only do people wear dogwood, but they should also be placed on the doors and windows of houses to ward off disasters and pray for blessings. Isn't this also the practice in your inner court?"
Murong Jin just looked at her, his brows no longer soft, and responded cooperatively.
Luo Fu looked at the bright yellow dogwood trees and chatted, "I think so too. It's already Double Ninth Festival, and I don't see the Ministry of Internal Affairs making any preparations. So how do you celebrate Double Ninth Festival in the inner court?"
Murong Jin hummed and thought about it seriously.
Festivals meant nothing to him, and he hadn't cared about such things for a long time.
But I remember that I did have that experience when I was young.
His mother was also very keen on celebrating this festival.
But she likes celebrating festivals not because they are lively, there are fun and delicious food, and her close friends are around.
But it allows you to see the late emperor.
It was nothing more than singing, dancing and feasting, and she pretended to act among a bunch of women, hoping that the late emperor would look at her more.
Later, his mother fell out of favor and could not attend banquets on holidays, so he came in handy.
Whenever this happened, he would have a seizure in order to lure the late emperor over...
Murong Jin felt a little distressed. If he told her about the tradition of eating poison during festivals, it would scare her.
He could only pick and choose, saying, "Festivals are only celebrated by the masters. They usually involve singing, dancing, and feasting. At most, they would come to Dehua Gate to watch a variety show with the common people."
Luo Fu nodded, and her thoughts were similar to hers: "Then I will take you with me this year. Holidays are all about having fun. You can eat whatever you want and go out to play. I see you always serve me when you come back. You can play with Chang An and the others for the next two days. Drink some wine and play some games."
"They wouldn't dare to play tricks on me." Murong Jin broke off a branch of dogwood and inserted it into her hair, sighing, "Your Excellency is so kind, aren't you really afraid that we'll let our guard down and not take you seriously?"
Luo Fu broke off some branches and put them in the basket. "Since I dare to let you go, I am not afraid of these things. You are all dedicated people just like Pokeweed and Honeysuckle. If it were not good, I would not do this."
Murong Jin raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Your Excellency is so good at judging people. If it is not good, what will Your Excellency do?"
Luo Fu said, "Just don't let him serve you around."
Murong Jin smiled. That was her style.
The two of them picked the branches and went back.
It happened that the steamed cakes were just coming out of the oven.
Love walked over to take a look.
Chang'an and Deshun hurriedly dispersed the white steam.
There were eight plump, white steamed cakes in the steamer, with a sweet and fragrant smell.
There is also a circle of lion kings with light red manes standing around them majestically.
It's so fragrant and beautiful.
Luo Fu looked at Shouzhong, who was waiting beside him with a bow, and praised him, "Shouzhong, you are so skillful. The Lion Barbarian King is better than anyone in Yanzhou. He is as smart as Chang Jin."
It was a hot day, and Shouzhong was sweating profusely. He lowered his head, looking only at the ground. "Master, you are too kind. Without the guidance of a noble person, how could a crude servant like me do a good job?"
Murong Jin snorted coldly, handed the basket to Tinglan, and wiped his hands with the towel handed to him by Qinghe. "I thought you were really praising me, but it turns out you are just being smart and treating everyone you meet with as wise."
Luo Fu was stunned for a moment, then found it funny.
Besides being a little weird, Chang Jin also has this bad thing.
That means he is too good at vying for favor.
If you want to praise someone, you can only praise him. He will be unhappy if you praise others.
With such a personality, it’s no wonder that Shouzhong and the others don’t like to play with him.
She had no choice but to pretend not to hear and asked Qinghe for a towel to wipe her hands.
Murong Jin knew that she was going to eat the steamed cake, so he didn't argue with her anymore. He threw away the towel, took out the steamed cake, and broke off a small piece to let it cool.
After Luo Fu wiped her hands, the small piece of steamed cake was almost warm. Murong Jin handed the steamed cake to her mouth. Seeing her open her mouth and eat it habitually, he felt relieved.
The steamed cake is soft, glutinous and sweet. One bite makes your whole body feel sweet.
Luo Fu's eyes lit up and she wanted to praise Shouzhong, but seeing Chang Jin looking at her slowly, she could only hold back and secretly decided to wait until Chang Jin was not around before praising Shouzhong and giving him a reward.
She asked Tinglan to bring a plate and pick up two steamed cakes and put them in. "This is the first basket. Let's eat it first. Shouzhong, Chang'an, and Deshun, don't be busy anymore. Divide the steamed cakes among yourself. After you finish eating, you can work again."
"Yes." Chang An and others responded.
Luo Fu took the plate and said to Tinglan and Qinghe, "You guys go eat too."
As expected, Master Luo distributed the steamed cakes to them.
Tinglan and Qinghe were happy, knowing that the emperor just wanted to be alone with Master Luo, so they quickly responded.
Love carried the plate and went into the house with Chang Jin.
Sitting on the embroidered cushion, she saw Chang Jin sitting next to her and feeding her the steamed cake. She pushed it and said, "You eat too."
She tried to take the steamed cake from the plate herself, but it was too hot and she didn't know where to start.
Murong Jin chuckled and said, "How can you eat such a hot meal?"
He fed it to her again, and Love was greedy for the steamed cake, so she had to eat it.
Seeing that the beauty was eating seriously, Murong Jin narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.
But after the beauty swallowed the steamed cake, the words she said made his enjoyment pause.
"You can't just think about serving me, think more about yourself. Also, you'd better change your nature of vying for favor, otherwise Shouzhong and the others won't play with you anymore."
Murong Jin snorted softly: "Still thinking about Shouzhong."
Love: ...
He is really a stubborn person.
It seems that she can only pamper him more, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable if even she ignores him.
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