Chapter 453: Staying
"Okay, then I won't leave." Zhu Huaizhen yawned three times in a row, his steps weak, and with the support of Tu Mi, he slowly went up to the eighth floor.
Seeing this, Qiu Niang hurried to follow.
All three of them were very tired and fell asleep immediately.
When I woke up, it was already the next day and the sky was just getting light.
Tu Mi, a martial artist, was the first to recover her spirit. She went downstairs and came back up quickly, sighing, "Your Highness, they're having hot pot downstairs so early in the morning."
Tumi has long known that Empress Roujia loves hot pot.
But who can stand eating hotpot every day?
"Tu Mi, now that we are here, let's make the best of it." Zhu Huaizhen was still yawning.
She felt like she could snuggle up in her warm quilt and sleep all day.
However, she still had to deal with Shen Nuo.
So, she slowly got out of bed, changed into a brand new peach-pink coat with a hundred-child silk pattern and silver rats, and went downstairs to have hot pot, holding an enamel-painted oval hand warmer with birds and beasts.
A bronze tripod with melon-shaped and animal-shaped ears, not large in size.
There are nine kinds of base ingredients, namely, mellow butter, spicy duck feet, spicy beef bones, three fresh soup, tomato spare ribs, hot and sour golden soup, pork tripe and chicken soup, sesame oil porridge, and wolfberry mushroom soup.
The ten hot pot dishes include large slices of tripe, crispy tribute vegetables, tender shrimp balls, large slices of kidney, icy goose intestines, crispy tofu, boneless chicken feet, kelp seedlings, yellow cattle throat, and spicy beef.
"Tu Mi, please find a theatre troupe for me later. I want to listen to an opera." Zhu Huaizhen ate spicy beef, which made his eyes tear up. His tone was soft and a little tearful.
Tu Mi saw this and was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"Your Highness, I am better at finding a troupe. At least I can sing a cappella." Qiu Niang said softly.
Qiu Niang was worried that her prince would lose Tu Mi's protection.
Who knows if the descendant of Chen Luyun will go crazy and harm her prince.
Then, Qiu Niang raised her orchid finger and sang in a clear and beautiful voice.
It turns out that all the vibrant flowers are now abandoned to the broken wells and dilapidated walls. What can be done about the beautiful scenery? Who can enjoy the joyful moments? Morning flies and evening rolls away, clouds and mists adorning the emerald pavilion; raindrops and wind, misty waves and painted boats - the people of the brocade screen look down upon this beautiful time.
Ahem, I don’t sing as well as Qiu Niang, but it’s already pretty good.
Zhu Huaizhen is tone-deaf and can't learn it.
After Qiu Niang left, Zhu Huaizhen went upstairs to sleep.
Seeing this, Tu Mi shook his head and laughed.
She can take this opportunity to find out more about Jiangxue Tower.
Of course, not intentionally.
She takes care of all the affairs of her highness.
An hour later, Qiu Niang returned with the opera troupe.
Zhu Huaizhen felt that they looked familiar, and it was indeed her Taoyao Army.
"Sing a piece of Peach Blossom Fan. If you are not satisfied, just go back." Zhu Huaizhen smiled like a flower, his eyes moving.
How could her Taoyao Army not know how to sing opera?
It’s just that outsiders think that the Taoyao Army cannot perform opera, and that the opera troupe and the Taoyao Army are two different groups of people.
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
"Tu Mi, you sing well, appreciate it." Zhu Huaizhen smiled sweetly, his grape eyes clear and bright.
Shen Nuo also stopped to admire it for a while, and it was indeed no different from a theatre troupe.
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