Chapter 454: Winter
Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen started her life of listening to operas every day in Jiangxue Tower.
On that day, Tu Mi was sent to ask three questions every day: whether to sell the Jiangxue Tower, whether to sell the Jiangxue Tower, and whether to sell the Jiangxue Tower.
After asking, I am no longer in a hurry.
Zhu Huaizhen was seen lying on a beauty couch surrounded by black lacquer and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, holding a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, moving it back and forth, his posture as lazy as a Persian cat.
Today's song is "Peach Blossom Fan", paired with Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
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.
This Buddha Jumps Over the Wall must be eaten while it's hot, and Zhu Huaizhen gobbled it up.
Tomorrow's show is "Autumn in the Han Palace", served with fish maw and abalone stewed with local chicken soup.
Ah! I feel a sense of sadness towards this desolate wilderness. The grass has already turned yellow, and rabbits are already bracing for frost. Dogs have lost their fur, men are sharpening their tasseled spears, horses are laden with luggage, carts are carrying provisions, and hunting grounds are being set up. He, he, he, sadly bid farewell to the Han lord; I, I, I, I, hand in hand, go up to Heliang. His followers enter the wilderness; I return to Xianyang in the imperial carriage. Returning to Xianyang, passing the palace walls; passing the palace walls, circling the corridors; circling the corridors, near the imperial chambers; near the imperial chambers, the moon is dim; the moon is dim, the night is cool; the night is cool, and I cry in the stinging cold; I cry in the stinging cold, by the green gauze window; the green gauze window, I don't think about you!
Wow, this fish maw and abalone stewed with local chicken soup is so nourishing that it makes Zhu Huaizhen’s little face look rounder.
The next one is "The Injustice of Dou E", and I feel a little sleepy.
The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.
However, when it’s time for dinner, you can have hotpot.
A bronze tripod with melon-shaped and animal-shaped ears came in handy.
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.
"Your Highness, the winter in Northern Zhou is too cold. It's better to make plans after the winter." Tu Mi said with a smile.
In addition to accompanying Zhu Huaizhen to watch operas, Tu Mi spent most of his time practicing martial arts.
If you don't practice these martial arts for even a day, your skills will deteriorate.
"Your Highness, the cook in Jiangxue Tower is very outstanding, which makes it seem like I have no place to use my skills." Qiu Niang said softly.
"How could that be, Qiu Niang." Zhu Huaizhen smiled like a flower, his eyes moving.
"Your Highness, you need my help to buy the Jiangxue Tower. Chen Nuo is loyal to Queen Du, so it may be difficult to deal with him." Qiu Niang sighed.
"No, he is loyal to Empress Roujia." Zhu Huaizhen smiled sweetly, his grape eyes clear and bright.
Yes, during the reign of Empress Roujia of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Minister of Justice Shen Luyun was quite stubborn, and this Shen Nuo was also stubborn.
"Your Highness, let me think about it, and you can spend the winter in peace." Qiu Niang frowned.
Well, Zhu Huaizhen had the same idea.
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