Chapter 558 Equality
The senior palace maid was sent back by Tu Mi, and within an hour, she jumped into the well and committed suicide.
She hurt Queen Du's reputation and was destined not to survive.
Otherwise, her family would be implicated.
To put it bluntly, she didn't understand the plight of ants.
Queen Du never treated her as a noble.
In the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the lives of common people were worthless.
Tu Mi told Zhu Huaizhen about this, and Zhu Huaizhen nodded slightly.
Then she told Qiu Niang to have hotpot tonight.
"Your Highness, hotpot alone is not enough to fill you up. How about I prepare a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall for you?" Qiu Niang smiled faintly.
"Very good. In fact, if I delay it one day at a time, I can spend more time with you. I think that's good." Zhu Huaizhen smiled sweetly, her grape eyes clear and bright.
"Your Highness, I understand that you don't want to bring Qiu Niang with you because she doesn't know martial arts. But it would be very useful for you to bring me along." Tu Mi said coquettishly, with her hands on her hips.
"Tu Mi, after thinking about it, I think you are redundant because you can't beat Ali. You'd better train the Taoyao Army for me and wait to help big sister win the battle." Zhu Huaizhen joked.
"Your Highness, you always have your reasons." Tu Mi deliberately covered her ears and stomped her feet in anger.
Winning the battle is not as important as protecting her prince.
Unfortunately, she was willing to obey the arrangements of her highness.
Her Highness is very well-planned and has his own intentions.
Then, one by one, three tripods made of bronze with melon slices and animal ears were carried up, and everyone had a share.
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-sliced kidney slices, icy goose intestines, crispy tofu, boneless chicken feet, kelp seedlings, yellow cattle throat, and spicy beef.
Of course, there is also Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
Sugar-heart abalone, pineapple sea cucumber, white shark lips, young deer tendons, claw meat, golden shark fin, ivory clam meat, spider fish glue, quail eggs, ham, pork ribs, clean winter bamboo shoots, king oyster mushrooms, chrysanthemum mushrooms, wild pine mushrooms, morels, snow bamboo fungus, Shaoxing wine, eighteen ingredients, eighteen delicious flavors. The moment you lift the lotus leaf covering the jar, the rich meaty aroma is so fragrant that even a Buddha would jump over the wall.
Zhu Huaizhen smashed the things happily.
I hope that her Tu Mi, Qiu Niang, and Tao Yao Army will all be happy in the future.
Everyone ate, drank and had fun until late at night.
Only Lou Li never showed up.
Zhu Huaizhen asked Qiu Niang to cook a bowl of Yangchun noodles for Lou Li.
Clear soup made from ginseng and free-range chicken.
The noodles are distinct and chewy.
The green onions are chopped finely and the eggs are runny.
Zhu Huaizhen swallowed his saliva greedily.
"Ali, eat." Zhu Huaizhen smiled sweetly.
"Zhen'er, are we really equal?" Lou Li suddenly asked.
"Of course not. You have stains, and I have stains too. You were hurt before you met me, and I was also hurt in my previous life. Queen Du humiliated you, and Emperor Zhao of Zhou also humiliated me." Zhu Huaizhen shook his head and laughed.
After hearing this, Lou Li thought for a moment, and finally chewed the noodles slowly.
It was the most delicious Yangchun noodles he had ever eaten.
He will never forget it.
"A Li, after you have eaten and drunk your fill, sing a piece of 'Peach Blossom Fan' for me." Zhu Huaizhen yawned repeatedly.
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.
"Ali, you sing so beautifully." Zhu Huaizhen stood on tiptoe and kissed Lou Li's cheek.
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