"What's wrong? Tell me, stop scaring people." Huanlu gathered the pastries into the oil paper.
It's almost finished. Enough for all the young ladies in the manor to have a meal. The key is that there are many different kinds. If Er Ya likes any of them, she can go to the palace to learn how to make them next time.
The Eighth Prince, Yuwen Sinian, was dressed quite well today, even more handsome than usual, mainly thanks to his clothes. He had always considered himself a chosen one of heaven, so he lowered his head, somewhat at a loss for words.
He couldn't resist coming over since she was here.
"You like the palace pastries?"
"It's my first time trying it, and it's quite delicious. I'll take it back for the ladies in the manor to try."
"Oh, that's good."
Consort Wen and Hou Xiangxiang were engrossed in watching the show when Consort Wen heard this. She put down the melon seeds in her hand and looked at the little girl with disbelief.
"What did he just say? He said 'Oh? That's good'? Is this really my child? When I was vying for the emperor's favor in the harem, even Xiao Lanhua was no match for me. What is this? What a fool!"
"Your Highness, could you please keep your voice down? Someone might see us." The little girl swallowed what was in her mouth and said to her.
The woman nodded, and the two continued watching the spectacle.
"If you like it, I can deliver it to you every day."
Huanlu felt that the Eighth Prince still had feelings for her. He had rejected her a thousand times, but it was a waste of his time to be with her.
Huanlv felt that she would never be with someone just because she was moved.
Perhaps, just maybe, when she was in dire straits, someone pulled her out of the mire, and from that moment on, their love would last a lifetime.
But Huanlv believes that this person is definitely not Yuwen Sinian, but most likely Huo Xiaolong, who was arguing with Princess Mingzhu.
"Eighth Prince, didn't I make it perfectly clear to you before?"
"You're great, high-status and handsome, but there's no chance for us, you know that?"
"But my inner quarters are completely empty now, there's not a single person here?"
Yuwen Sinian subconsciously argued that there was indeed no more; as long as Huan Lü agreed, he could grow old with her alone.
Why are colorful things so pleasing to the eye?
"That's not it!" Huanlu waved her hand, sat down in the chair, and then patted the stool next to her, inviting Yuwen Sinian to sit down as well.
"Sit down and let's have a good talk."
"This isn't about setting any standards or anything like that. First of all, whether you have any women around you is not a prerequisite for me agreeing to be with you."
"It's not that I can accept you just because you're no longer by my side."
"Eighth Prince, you need to know that the main reason we're not together is because I don't care about you."
“From the very beginning, I knew you were the Eighth Prince. Neither of us had any good intentions back then.”
"I'm only here because I know how many dogs you have in your house, you know?"
"So you're saying we're both spying on each other, you need to be more professional, you know?"
Yuwen Sinian looked restrained. He understood the reasoning, but he just couldn't help wanting to be surrounded by greenery.
No one has ever slapped him in the face since he was a child, not even his father.
"But I'm not a professional, Huanlv, I really like you."
Consort Wen held Hou Xiangxiang's hand and whispered...
"Imperial Physician Hou, quickly get me a heart-saving pill."
The little girl turned her hand over and placed it on Consort Wen's pulse. After a while, she slowly said...
"It's just that your blood and qi are affecting your heart; Your Majesty doesn't need to take any heart-saving pills."
"I think it will be used in a moment. Who likes to just talk the talk? He has to walk the walk! Walk the walk! You good-for-nothing!"
"What should we do? Go up and kiss Sister Huanlu?"
"That's the behavior of a lecher! You don't understand, you're still young. Come ask me when you have someone you like in the future."
"Oh, that shouldn't be necessary. There are a lot of older sisters in the Prince's mansion who are very good at it."
Consort Wen pointed a finger at Huanlu and asked incredulously.
"You call that good?"
Hou Xiangxiang pouted, hesitated for a long time, and finally managed to utter a sentence.
"Hmm... she doesn't count. Her generation is relatively young and hasn't seen many men."
"Haven't you seen any men in the military camp every day?" Consort Wen asked rhetorically.
"The Prince of Zhenbei forbids us from playing with men."
Hou Xiangxiang's main strategy is to reply randomly after reading the message, since the blame always falls on Huo Xiaolong and has nothing to do with her.
"You're not a professional and you still think you're right? Go back and practice before you come back to me! What kind of person are you? You're a spy and you can even fall for your target. If you really can't improve, go find the Prince of Zhenbei. She'll find you a master. You're nothing!"
After saying that, Huanlu stood up, picked up a bunch of oil paper packages, and went to find Cen Ang and Hua Luan.
The Eighth Prince was left alone and felt somewhat lonely.
When Consort Wen saw this, although she said she was somewhat disgusted with her son, she still called someone to bring him back.
Long'er's face flushed slightly. Seeing the murderous look in Princess Mingzhu's eyes, the Prince of Zhenbei also felt a little wronged.
No, sister, why are you blaming me for liking me?
Am I not noticeable enough?
I'm clearly a woman. You're the one who's nearsighted, and you're blaming me?
"Not only did the Prince of Zhenbei kill the Duke of Zhenguo of our dynasty, but he also prevented the Duke from seeing his newborn granddaughter before he died. Now he's trying to humiliate me again?"
Mingzhu's eyes were red, as if she was about to cry out, but her fierce expression made her look like a little dog barking at a tiger.
"Where on the battlefield is there no death? You disagree? Then bring your troops and fight. The Prince of Zhenbei is right here. If you can't kill her, it's because you're incompetent."
Sun Zixi came over for a free meal after finishing her work; it was an imperial edict left by the Empress.
The girl spoke to Princess Mingzhu while eating.
“You women of Great Yan are so fierce and do not uphold the virtues of women. You eat and live with men in the military camp. If you were in Da'an, you would have been drowned in a pig cage long ago.”
Huo Xiaolong ignored her completely. What a piece of trash! All she does is chatter about those trivial things. It would be beneath him to argue with her.
“Our Great Yan has no virtues or precepts for women, she burned them all. Princess Mingzhu, why don’t you go home? I don’t think Great Yan is suitable for you.”
"Look at you, always spouting about female virtues and taboos, yet you're always so arrogant. Your father lost the war and brought you here to beg for peace, why don't you know how to behave?"
"Women of Great Yan are all tigresses. Have you seen my princesses yet?"
"If you marry into this family, I'll beat you three times a day."
"Listen to me, okay, good boy, this isn't a place for you. Go home, be good."
Sun Zixi puts her rice bowl on the table after eating, then rinses her mouth and chatters away.
This made Princess Mingzhu cry, and she ran out.
The Empress pretended not to hear or see, because she had been watching Hou Xiangxiang and Consort Wen and didn't know what the children were talking about.
What's there to talk about?
"Your Majesty, Princess Mingzhu was angered by Sun Zixi and ran away crying." Huo Xiaolong pointed to the door and complained to the Empress.
"What do you mean I cried? It's because she has a very low tolerance for stress."
Sun Zixi was also a bit comical. Afraid that Huo Xiaolong might try to trick her again, she bowed to the Empress and then said...
"Your Majesty, I'll be leaving now. I have matters to attend to at the Magistrate's Office. This servant pays her respects."
The Empress smiled and nodded.
These girls are all incredibly mischievous.
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