The palace maid glanced around with great reserve, "I am here today to ask for lunch from Your Majesty. Our empress stays in the Daming Palace and is waiting to serve the emperor."

Bai Xusan immediately changed his face, respectfully took out the food boxes he had already packed, and said to the palace maid flatteringly: "Miss Ziruo, this is the dish set by the Empress. I saw that you were out of the pot and put it in. I wonder if the Empress was satisfied with the meals in the past few days?"

Zi Ruo raised her head and didn't even look at him. The little eunuch behind her took the things from his hand and walked out without looking back.

Zi Ruo walked quickly in front of him, and was urging them impatiently, "You have to hurry back. Today, the Empress went to the Daming Palace and finally saved food there. If it was delayed, you would not be able to afford your life."

The little eunuch behind complained, how could Zi Ruo was alone with empty hands and they were carrying food boxes?

After all, Zi Ruo sorted out his demeanor and walked slowly to the Daming Palace. It was still daytime, but the Daming Palace was brightly lit. An incense burner was lit in the hall, and ambergris was burning. Three figures were faintly reflected behind the large screen not far away.

Emperor Yuande is less than forty years old this year. His hair and beard are black and shiny, and he is extremely majestic, which makes people dare not look directly at him. He is only wearing a long gown with a bead with a nine-dragon bead, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the soft collapse, and a string of tourmaline Buddhist beads hanging on his wrist, talking to Concubine Feng and the second prince Jingxu.

Jing Xu is eighty-slightly similar to Emperor Yuande. He is not considered a handsome young man. He is a bit calm and handsome. He has always been very favored. At this time, he was talking to him about interesting things in the Imperial Academy. He also said that he had read some idle books recently and thought that the place in Longnan was very good, with mountains and rivers, and some strange rumors.

He said: "It is said that there are still several major families in Longnan, the Kong family, the Lu family, and by the way, the Qiao family. They have been in Longnan for so many years and must have a lot of books. My ministers want to take a look."

Concubine Feng served the refreshment, laughing while glancing at Emperor Yuande beside him. His eyelids drooped slightly. Even Concubine Feng was so close that she couldn't see the expression in his eyes, and she could only think about it in her heart.

Emperor Yuande did not respond as he had just said, but just drank tea.

Concubine Feng helped Feng Chai on her head, pretended to be angry, lit Jing Xu's forehead, and complained to Emperor Yuande: "This child is young and has a bad heart. He is not good at reading sage books. He always likes to read some idle books and loves to show off his majesty. He is not happy to avenge his father and say he won't read it again in the future."

Jing Xu paused a smile on his face. What his colleague said in advance was wrong. He glanced at his mother with his eyes, gritted his teeth, and knelt down on the soft collapse, laughing and promised Emperor Yuande that he would not dare to do so in the future.

Emperor Yuande laughed after hearing this, "Your mother is right. Since you are peeking at those idle books, you are not as weird as you can read them."

Concubine Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, Liang Changxi and Ziruo stepped forward to set up tablecloth dishes together, and no one could remember what they said just now.

After dinner, Concubine Feng led Jing Xu and Daming Palace to return to Chenyun Palace. When passing by a remote and deserted path, Jing Xu finally couldn't help it and asked in a low voice: "My mother, aren't we going to talk about Qiao Yu in front of our father today? Even the body was buried in the East Palace, why did I suddenly not allow me to say it?"

Feng Nannan was very charming. Even though he had raised a few children, he was still beautiful. She stopped hearing this, looked at the flowers blooming in front of her, and said carelessly: "Your father doesn't want to hear it, and what's the use of just getting bored with him when he said it? Don't mention Jing Yan anymore."

Jing Xu was only thirteen years old. Although he had been taught by Feng Nannan since childhood, he was a teenager who could not hide things and his tone was full of viciousness. "What should I do? Let it go, this matter is over? When I think about Jing Yan still alive, I will not be able to live in peace. I will be..."

"What are you anxious about?" Feng Nannan immediately interrupted his words, "Wait, endure, as long as you don't lose your holy heart, there will always be a chance."

She was the best at enduring. She was originally just an inconspicuous concubine in the backyard of the Feng family. She only vaguely noticed the thoughts of Emperor Yuande, who was still the crown prince at that time, and fought to the death to get Feng Jiayi's marriage away and her own entry into the palace. Then there was the overthrow of the Qiao family and the destruction of the Chen family. She has been waiting for many years now. She has gone so far and relied on speculation and obeying Emperor Yuande's wishes. This is the most sharp weapon in the world, and no one else understands it.

But in the end she won. Both Queen Chen and her sister died in front of her.

Feng Nannan thought of this and couldn't help but smile proudly, picking the blooming peony at his hand, "The Chen family is dead, but Jing Yan has not yet. He stays in Taiqing Palace, even if he will never turn over."

She paused, her voice was no longer as gentle as water, "But nothing is more at ease than a dead person. I want him to die."

When Qiao Yu came out of the imperial kitchen, the sun was already high and it was almost noon. He stayed there for more than an hour, and the closer he was noon, the busier he was. Bai Xusan had no choice but to pack up some things, threw them to Qiao Yu, and drove him out.

Qiao Yu cherished this hard-earned meal very much, and held the food box in his arms. Others were small and their arms were short, so the food box could not even be rolled up, and he fell from time to time. He was about to go back from the imperial kitchen, and before leaving, he did not forget to say hello to Changle Anping. Anping grabbed him, wrapped three large and white steamed buns in oil paper, and secretly stuffed them into Qiao Yu's arms.

Anping was still a little worried about him. Liangyu looked too careless and stupid, so anyone could lie to him. But then he thought, if he hadn't been so scheming and incompetent, he wouldn't have been thrown into Taiqing Palace to serve the deposed prince.

After walking out of the imperial kitchen and looking for a cool place, Qiao Yu looked down at the bulging ball on her chest, feeling a little distressed, so she had to hold the food box to cover it, otherwise others would laugh at him when they saw it.

He walked slowly back, carrying steamed buns and food boxes, hiding from Tibet to look for bell grass in the few weeds. Finally, he found a small handful and carefully wrapped it with a handkerchief. He thought that he could pick the ones in the yard tonight and give them to Jing Yan, and felt sweet.

After finally walking back to Taiqing Palace and entering the small door, Qiao Yu immediately threw the food box on the ground and jumped into Jingyan's house like a rabbit.

Jing Yan put down the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, hugged Qiao Yu with one hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked softly: "What's wrong? What happened? What happened on the road? Is it so long before I came back?"

It's just not to mention it. When Qiao Yu was mentioned, he was sad and aggrieved. He grabbed Jing Yan's sleeve and complained, saying how hateful Bai Xusan was. He was such a bad guy and was very mean to him. In the future, the prince must teach him that bad guy a lesson.

Jing Yan gradually restrained his smile. He grabbed Qiao Yu's hand, which was still dancing in the air, turned over. There was a clear red mark in his gray palm, which was a small piece of skin that had been broken.

Jing Yan asked: "Does it hurt?"

Qiao Yu has always been indulgent and likes to act coquettishly. He wants the prince to coax him, but in fact it doesn't hurt anymore. He also pretends to say it hurts so much that it hurts. He wants the prince to help him deal with his wounds and also to coax and hug him. He was pretending, but the more he says he feels wronged, the more he feels sad, and the more he says he feels, the more he feels sad. He has a crying voice, which makes it true.

Jing Yan kept looking at his appearance, from fake to real, and was amused and crying about his little character. Instead, he went to fetch water, took the medicine, and carried Qiao Yu to his knees. He used a clean handkerchief to help the little crybag clean the medicine on his palm, wiped his face again, and finally patted his back and coaxed him for a long time before he finally didn't really cry.

However, during the period when applying the medicine, Qiao Yu was not idle. She also talked about the two little eunuchs she met today, enthusiastically praising them for being good. She eavesdropped on others' speeches. She was not angry and helped her.

There were no good people in the palace, and Changle and An Pingyuan had no good intentions at first, but Qiao Yu was just a fool who was stupid.

After treating the wound, it was already noon. Qiao Yu was screaming in hunger. He tried hard to hide it and protect his face that he had only a few left. In the end, he couldn't hide it, so he had to pretend that he didn't hear it and secretly hid it aside.

Jing Yan took him to Xiaoshiting and started the belated lunch.

In addition to a snack box he brought back, there were also three steamed buns stuffed by Anping. Qiao Yu is no longer the one he used to throw away. He now knows how to be thrifty, so he discussed with the prince that he would eat the steamed buns at noon and eat delicious food from the imperial kitchen at night, and also celebrate the gift he gave to the prince.

Jing Yan nodded silently, glanced at the food box, but did not eat the extra steamed buns.
Chapter completed!