Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"I said why the sweet-scented osmanthus honey badger is so delicious," said Mu Nanzhi with a smile. "I will eat honey badger tomorrow, as well as the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow."

"Aren't you afraid of getting tired?" Lu Zhishan hooked his lips and kissed Mu Nanzhi's hair spin, and laughed lowly. "How do I remember that Prince Huai took care of you and ate a few more sticky rice dumplings, you Aren't you tired of eating for half a year? "

"How can he compare with his cousin?" The child turned and hugged the man's waist, buried his head in the man's arms, and went back and forth 蹭 蹭 蹭 "Cousin's glutinous rice 藕, I have never felt like eating for a lifetime greasy."

"I won't get tired of eating for a lifetime," the man said softly along the child's long hair.

The child did not speak, but laughed silently in the arms of the man.

What should I do?

I seem to like my cousin more.

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Jiasheng eighth of September 26

Jingfu Palace.

That night.

Sitting on the soft couch, Liang Taifei, while listening to the autumn rain outside the window, was cooking the green bamboo leaves.

She used to be a tea palace woman and was born in Jiangnan's ordinary tea-growing family. Because of the high skill and good looks of tea cooking, she was recommended to the palace by the local prefecture. That year, she was only 16 years old. She was originally an ordinary woman. The tea palace girl stopped, but on the day of the birth, the former tea palace girl got an emergency and did not come to bed. The father-in-law asked her to go up. After that, only the emperor could taste the tea she cooked. Later, the emperor ignored the queen ’s obstruction. She sealed her as a cheap girl and made a noble wife. Later, she gave birth to the youngest princess, named Ming Lan.

Xiandi's favorite drink is the bamboo leaves she cooked.

Biyun sat quietly opposite, looking at Liang's hands, flexing her pot, and pouring snow into the teapot for three years under the plum tree.

The green tea of ​​bamboo leaves cooked by Liang Taifei also has an unusually elegant name-spring across the river.

Biyun knew that the name originated from the emperor, but she never knew the origin of the name. Since the emperor died, Liang has never cooked this spring again. She looked at Liang's wrinkled face. , And looked at those slender white hands that did not match her age, and watched her ten-finger slender fingers dial tea into a pot with a teaspoon.

"This bamboo leaf green comes from Jiangnan," said the concubine gently, a pair of aging eyes watching Biqing's bamboo leaf green without blinking, wondering whether she was talking to herself or Yu Biyun listening, "This is Kaichun After the first crop of bamboo leaves green. "

Biyun didn't speak, she just watched quietly and listened quietly.

The tea leaves went into the pot, but they were not covered. The two looked at the white porcelain teapot, the tea leaves slowly sinking, the dry tea absorbed water, and the leaves gradually relaxed and unfolded. The leaf buds regained their original color, and the tea buds looked like The gun leaves are like flags, and the water vapor in the soup noodles rises with the fragrance of tea.

"But this water comes from Jiangbei. I collect the falling snow on the spring plum blossoms every year and bury them under the plum trees, and they can be used the next year. Only three years of snow water is best for cooking bamboo leaves," said Liang Taifei, who leaned forward slightly. The upper body, while gently fanning the rising white mist, took a deep breath and tickled his lips. "Xiandi likes this flavor the most."

Biyun nodded and smiled. "Slave still remembers that whenever the first emperor came over, he asked the toffee to cook this spring."

[All characters in this article are adults.]

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