Chapter 82:

On this day, Lilac came to make up the soup.
The small kitchen got the letter here, and Grandma He put a small black sand pot into a small basket and handed it to Aunt Meng.
Aunt Meng and Mother-in-law have no mentorship, but her cooking skills are all taught by Mother-in-law, so the two have always been close. Aunt Meng is also someone whom Mother-in-law highly trusts. On weekdays, he handed soup to Xiyuan. He could obviously find a little to help him, but Grandma He never let it go to others, and Ms. Meng Meng went there in person.
What came out of the palace has always been cautious.
Aunt Meng went to the door of Jingtai Temple, gave Lilac the basket in her hand, and then took a basket from Lilac's hand that was taken yesterday.
"Aunt Meng Meng again."
"What's the trouble? Go ahead."
After Lilac left, Aunt Meng turned and entered the door.
Did not take two steps, head on to see a small palace person coming to her side.
The little palace man is not very young, looks like about fourteen, wearing a pink jacket and a moon-white pleated skirt. The face of melon seeds, a pair of big and flickering peach eyes, a small mouth of pink beeping cherry, a narrow waist, as thin as a willow.
Seeing those eyes, Aunt Meng thought of what Xiaodouzi said yesterday, and she was right in her heart.
Aunt Meng is not the one who hasn't seen these people, but she hasn't been in close contact, so I just looked at it. It was just a head-on encounter at this time, and I saw it clearly.
A thought flashed in her heart, and it really looked like it.
But it's just eyes, and they don't look like gods.
Aunt Meng walked past without a sound, and the little palace man glanced at her, her eyes full of curiosity.
Seeing the elder Gong people passing by, Qian Xi walked to the gate of the palace and saw a sweet smile on the face of the guarding the gate.
"Grandpa Lizi, who is that aunt? How did the slave-in-law see her come here every day to deliver things outside?"
"That's Aunt Meng in the small kitchen. Give Mrs. Hua a tonic soup."
Confused, Qian Xi smiled and said: "Who is Mrs. Hua, why does this Ms. Meng Meng give her a tonic soup?"
Little Li Zi glanced at her, and her face was lukewarm: "Don't ask if you shouldn't, who is Mrs. Hua, since you can inquire about it. I also said a few times that Fugong had a public order, no The above allows you a few people in the small palace to not be allowed to leave the gate of Jingtai Temple. Don't always come here if you are idle. "
"Oh, thank Grandpa Li for your guidance."
Qian Xi smiled timidly, and turned his head to show the look of anger.

Lilac came back for dinner.
After Ding Lan and Chun Cao set up their meal, they went down to eat, leaving only Lilac to serve.
"Madam, drink some soup before eating."
Lilac opened the lid of the small sand pot and said that he took a small white porcelain bowl and scooped out most of the bowl with a spoon.
Xiaohua took it and scooped it with a small spoon.
"Hmm ... Mammy's craftsmanship is getting better and better, this soup is really fragrant." She squinted for enjoyment, her eyes slightly squinted.
Lilac snorted, and Xiaohua looked up.
"Ma'am, look."
I saw that on the opposite side of the lid of the small sand pot, there was a piece of greased paper with a big belly. The clove was pulled by hand, and the piece of greased paper fell off. It turned out that the piece of greased paper was glued to the lid with a small piece of dough.
The oil paper was folded, and the lilac opened, and there was a very thin note inside.
Xiaohua put down the bowl in her hand and took it.
There were a few small letters written on the note, and a trip to the kitchenette.
The tonic soup was sent by Grandma He, and the crock came out of the small kitchen. That is to say, this little note was handed over from the small kitchen.
Xiaohua thought of Grandma He in a flash.
Lilac turned the oil paper again and said, "Madam, nothing else"
"It's okay, this should be what Grandma He handed me."
But why not say it directly, but in this way? Xiaohua and Lilac had the same thought in their hearts, and they had doubts in their eyes.
"Take it and burn it, just do nothing."
Xiaohua said in her mouth, and she picked up a small white porcelain bowl in her hand.
"Yes."
While eating, Xiaohua has been thinking about this problem for a long time.
Grandma He certainly can't hand her this for no reason, how difficult it is for people outside the gate of Jingtai Temple, everyone knows, so there must be a reason.
But what is the reason?

When King Jing returned from the front yard and walked to the front lane of Jingtai Temple, his foot turned around and walked towards the direction of the west yard.
"Your Highness, don't you return to Jingtai Temple?" Fushun asked in a low voice.
King Jing has not returned to Jingtai Hall for several days, no wonder Fushun will be anxious.
King Jing did not speak, and walked forward. Along the way to the Western Academy, Chunmei was about to go in for a briefing and was stopped by Jing Wangwei's raised hand.
Xiaohuawo turned over the book on the Kang, heard the movements outside, just thinking about getting up to meet him, he saw King Jing coming in, and raised his hand to stop his movements under the Kang.
"Your Highness." Xiao Huamei's eyes were somewhat rejoicing, especially Jing Wang's recent thoughtful actions, which made her sweetness permeate.
King Jing touched Xiaohua's hair, his expression was not moving, but his eyes softened.
"Your Highness came back from the front yard, will you still leave? If you don't leave, your concubine will ask them to bring the clothes they wear in the house. The clothes worn outside are always uncomfortable in the house.
"Don't go."
Hearing this, the smile on Xiaohua's face was even bigger.
Lilac brought home-made clothes that King Wang put in the West Courtyard, and a pair of silk shoes with extremely soft uppers.
Xiaohua came to Kang, and served King Wang without changing her clothes. She was about to squat down to take off his boots and change his shoes, but he was caught by King Wang.
Lilac's eyes were good. Seeing this, he hurried over and knelt to give King Jing the boots off his feet.
After a while, Ding Lan presented the tea, and the serving palace people went out.
King Jing does n’t like the large number of people waiting around, and when Xiaohua and King Jing get along, there will be some people around him. You can also move freely.
Xiaohua gave King Wang the position he had just occupied. After placing King Wang on the Kang bed, he sat down beside him.
King Jing touched her hair, but she rubbed his fingers back. The expression is very subtle, but the atmosphere between them is excellent. Although Xiaohua still looks so indifferent to King Jing, she can always catch something that pleases her.
Jing Wang loved to read the book on hand, and turned it over with a handful of books. Xiaohua sat on the side and sewed a piece of clothes in her hands. Occasionally Jing Wang would raise her eyes and look at her, and she would be in a good mood when she saw the moon-white coat.
"Is it really okay for this tunic not to embroider something?"
In particular, every piece of clothing from His Royal Highness is so delicate, it seems to be ordinary, but from the dark lines of the cuffs, it can be seen that it is made of the kind of embroidered lady with excellent craftsmanship. Look at his own hand again, every time Xiaohua will have a sense of shame.
King Jing did not speak, and touched her hand.
"Well, the concubine will not ask you any more, as long as you think it's okay." After a while, Xiaohua said: "Forget it, the slave-servant should embroider some patterns on the cuffs. Do n’t disdain.
She thought it was enough to think about it.
King Jing seemed to hear the uneasiness in her tone and touched her hair again.
The shame and anxiety suddenly disappeared, and Xiao Hua's half-hanged face smiled more, and he buried his head and continued to sew it seriously.
After doing it for a while, Xiaohua looked at the hourglass on the cabinet next to her. Actually, more than half an hour later, she put down the needlework in her hand.
Seeing the man still looking down at the book, he said, "His Highness, take a break."
King Jing looked up at her and put down his hand.
These two people are the kind of extremely monotonous people, little tweed, pass the time on weekdays, in addition to doing some embroidering work, is to read the book, let the following palace people play a backcountry. King Jing was even more impoverished. Anyway, Xiaohua didn't see what he could do besides reading, or just sitting in a daze.
Seeing the man aiming at himself, Xiaohua rubbed and snuggled aside, feeling that he wrapped his arms around him, and he sighed happily in his heart.
Today, such a situation is something that Xiao Hua has dared not imagine for a lifetime. Although King Jing didn't like to talk, she was very kind to her. To be honest, she always heard the following people saying to her, "His Royal Highness loves Madam."
Except, he still doesn't like talking.
but--
Xiaohua looked up at him and saw him looking at his own eyes again. It was very dark and bright, crystal clear as if there was no emotion, but very focused.
Seems like this, not talking is not acceptable, right?
Everyone has his own temperament, he can feel that she has been very, very good. So occasionally she sat there alone and suddenly wanted to cry.
At this time, Xiaohua had a feeling of tears in her eyes, which was inexplicable but she couldn't help it. She buried her head and rubbed her face in King Jing's arms, still.
King Wang kept silent, and it had been a long time since Xiaohua reacted, and the light in the room had dimmed.
She groaned and sat up straight, "Lilac, palm lights."
Lilac and Ding Lan walked in lightly, turning the lights in the room one by one.
The flash of light made Xiaohua unable to respond for a moment, squinting, and seeing the people beside him for a moment.
"what happened?"
Xiaohua smiled and touched her eyes. "It's nothing. It suddenly lighted and dazzled."
"Ma'am, do you want to eat?"
Xiaohua glanced at Jing Wang, and Jing Wang nodded.
"Go."
While having lunch, Xiaohua suddenly remembered the little note of Grandma He.
King Jing seemed to realize that she had something to say, "Say."
Xiaohua hesitated for a moment, and decided to tell the truth, "When the concubine was in Jingtai Temple, the concubine's mother in the small kitchen was very good to the concubine." She looked at Jing Wang's eyes and paused, and said: "Maid Concubine has not seen Grandma He for a long time. "
King Jing thought of the light-colored dress, and looked at the little flower with anticipation and anxiety in front of him.
It was only half a loud before he opened his mouth, "The lonely king will command."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
I don't know why, when King Wang sees this little flower's smile, he will feel very good and very good.
After using the meal, I'm done.
Xiaohua made a suggestion, "Your Highness, concubine help you loose?"
King Jing nodded and the two went to the bedroom.
Now it's more stressful than before. Every time before giving Wang Jingsong a slack, Xiaohua will always let him take a hot bath, soak up and press again. Of course, sometimes, when King Jing is uncomfortable, he will suddenly let Xiaohua squeeze, but that is very rare.
King Wang took a hot bath and came down to bed. . .
The temperature of the hot water is quite high, which is much higher than the temperature of his usual bath water. It soaks out and feels that the pores on the body are open. The bedding was extremely soft and soft, and with the faint fragrance that Xiaohuaer was accustomed to make King Jing make a silent sigh. ,,
The set is extremely skillful, and Xiaohua said while pressing it: "Your Highness, don't look too long every time you read a book. For a long time, your neck maintains the same posture, and you are used to hanging your head, so here ..." Speaking of this, she pinched the bones of King Jing's neck with her small hands. "Here it will hurt. I don't feel it at a young age. I will feel the shortcomings when I get older."
These are some of the prevention and correction knowledge that is written in the manuscript. Although Xiaohua does not understand it, she will apply it now, and she will also analyze it herself, and she will speak it in her own language to tell King Jing.
In addition, Jing Wang's official business is very busy on weekdays. Even if Xiaohua has not seen that situation, it can be imagined. He was a bored man again, sitting in the same place for a long time without moving.
Sometimes when I encounter such a situation here in the Western Courtyard, Xiaohua always feels distressed, is a quiet guide, and gives him a comfortable place to sit. The warm kang in Xijian, the position where Xiaohua often sits, seems to be no different from the past, but Xiaohua has spent a lot of thought to adjust it, in order to make King Jing sit more comfortable.
Distressed ...
This thought flashed so fast that Xiaohua didn't realize it at the time. After realizing it, she realized that she would actually use such a word ...
Distressed, why do you feel distressed, this question Xiaohua really dare not think about it.