Chapter 142: Jun En has done what he wants (5)

I lowered my eyes not to look at him, but my voice was indifferent: "I still hope the emperor will do it."
"Complete?" Shen Xiyao smiled without anger, his voice coldly grim: "If you die, then who can I vent my anger and hatred?" He took my chin and forced me to look straight. He: "So, you all have to live well for me, and live until the day I am willing to let you die."
My tears finally fell unconvincingly. These tears were not for fear, but for Shen Xiyao's pity.
About an hour later, Shen Xiyao finally let me go home, but he kept sitting by the river. I wanted to know that I couldn't run, and he didn't even look at me.
I almost ran back as if I was running for my life. I only stepped lightly when I entered the yard, but my heart kept beating. I wished to fetch water to rinse immediately. But at this time Wan Lai was quiet, and there were Liu Gongzi and Zhang. In the bedroom, I had to suppress my nausea and return to the embroidery room, but I couldn’t sleep again. As long as I closed my eyes, the scene of the talent reappeared in front of me. I was so tired of sweat that I could only get up with my clothes and light the lamp. Work.
In fact, there is no embroidery work to do. Because I was about to leave, I had driven all my work out. Sitting under the lamp at this time, there was no cloth around, and I suddenly became at a loss. The confusion about the road ahead caused a deep fear in my heart. If, in the days to come, Shen Xiyao would humiliate me in this way, then I might as well die.
Suppressing the various thoughts that were surging in my heart, I took off the coat I was wearing, and then found the silk thread to slowly embroider a simple pattern on the cuffs. Then, I finally had something to do.
When the fish's belly was slightly white on the horizon, Shen Xiyao came back with morning dew on his hair. He is neatly dressed and in good spirits, with no trace of sleepless night at all.
I rubbed my sore eyes, moved my stiff body, and went out to open the door for him.
I watched Shen Xiyao's expression without any discomfort, as if the things he missed the night before were just my auditory hallucinations. At this moment, he even smiled when he saw me opening the door.
"Do you want the emperor to rest?" I took the dry kerchief and went into the study, letting him wipe the dew on his head.
"No." He stood in front of the "Nine-Nine Chilling Picture" with his hands in his hands and said lightly.
"Then I will wring a hot towel to apply the noodles to you." I turned to go out.
"You didn't sleep last night?" He glanced at the neat couch next to him, and said suddenly.
I "hmm" and said nothing.
"Are you angry?" There was a hint of joking in his tone.
I shook my head in a hurry, how dare I be angry, and why is there any reason to be angry? Not to mention being angry with him as an emperor?
He seemed to be dispirited, waved his hand, his tone had become cold: "Is there anything to eat?"
I made the porridge before, and even if Shen Xiyao didn't eat it, the two in the bedroom would still use it. Hearing his question, I nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, millet porridge, I will serve it now."
So I filled half of the bowl in a white porcelain bowl, filled a small disk with pickled cucumbers, fermented bean curd, minced pepper meat, and a rose pickle, and a stack of cornmeal pancakes spread out on a tray and brought them to the study.
He frowned slightly when he saw these foods, and he happened to be seen by me.
I took out the plates one by one and put them on the table, and whispered: "Excuse me, the emperor, there are no good things in the countryside. In addition, we had to leave before, and there is no stock at home. I have to blame the emperor."
"You did these?" Shen Xiyao pointed at those things.
I replied: "The fermented bean curd was bought at the market. The pickled cucumbers were made by Aunt Huang. Only pickles and chili were fried before. The porridge was freshly cooked, and there were noodles, because Mr. Liu and his wife also wanted Make more for breakfast."
Shen Xiyao frowned more tightly, and my heart throbbed.
Suddenly his eyebrows stretched out, and his complexion was as bright as the morning light outside the window.
"Very good," he said with a smile: "It's rare to have a meal you cook."
I smiled softly: "The emperor forgot, I made yesterday's lunch too. And the dinner the day before yesterday."
Shen Xiyao's eyes were stupefied and stunned for a moment, but in a flash, he had returned to normal.
"Did I say it was me? I said it was them." Shen Xiyao said.
I spread the fermented bean curd on the noodles, and spread the minced pepper meat on it, and casually said: "It's not the first time that Gongzi Liu and his wife have eaten my cooked rice. I have also fried a few in Liu Mansion before. Give them food."
After that, he rolled up the paved pancake and gave it to Shen Xiyao: "The emperor has a taste." Then he continued: "Just wait for them to get up, and the blessing of being able to eat at the same table with the emperor is something that no one else can cultivate in a few lifetimes. "
"It's a blessing to be able to sleep in the bed where the queen and the prince slept." Shen Xiyao gave me a glance, as if inadvertently.
I knew that he would not let me go easily, and would definitely mention it from time to time that this is my heart hurt, but for him, isn't it a thorn in my heart? Or, he won't forget and forgive only if he keeps mentioning it.
"The emperor, you..." I was about to beg him not to say any more. I only heard the sound from the bedroom. When I wanted to come, Young Master Liu and Zhang had already got up. I took a look at Shen Xiyao and walked out.
Sure enough, it was them. They had washed up. I let them go into the study, filled the porridge and took the cakes.
"Xie Niang's craftsmanship is really good." Zhang's admiration while eating: "Such simple side dishes are so delicious, it's amazing."
"It's not difficult. Sister will try it." I smiled slightly and took a sip of the porridge.
"I can't." Zhang's smile was self-confident: "I have never done these since I was a child, and I feel uncomfortable when I smell the oil fume. It is different from what Xie Niang you are used to. If you want me to enter the kitchen, it is better to kill me. "Zhang Shi said and laughed, as if it were just a joke.
I was taken aback, and the face of Shen Xiyao on the opposite side also sank.
Although Liu Gongzi didn't know who I was, he knew who Xi He was, and he could guess how much I came from. At this time, seeing Shen Xiyao's expression unhappy, he coughed hurriedly and changed the subject.
"The porridge made by Niang Xie is really delicious, the consistency is moderate, and it is better than my cook. It has nothing to do with being used to doing it, it is due to talent."
When I was about to answer, I brought the topic to this restaurant, but Zhang spoke over there.
"Xie Niang is not only doing a good job, but the embroidery work is even better." She looked at me: "It's a pity that you are leaving. The ladies and ladies in Anyang City are going to be sad. Boss Xu is even more sad. The last thing you gave him, I heard he raised the price."
I smirked: "My embroidery work can't be carried on the table."
"How come!" Zhang hurriedly denied: "You embroidered Miss Li's embroidered screen, but I saw it, and I want to ask you to embroider it for me. There are also Miss Li and Miss Wu's skirts, I think this world There won’t be such a beautiful dress again."
Zhang looked back at Shen Xiyao and said, "Brother Xie family, your family married Xie Niang, it's really blessed."
"Embroidery work?" Shen Xiyao narrowed his eyes to look at me: "Are you short of money to sell embroidery work?"
His words give people a sense of oppression. I don't know how to answer, but Zhang didn't notice that Shen Xiyao became angry and continued: "I guess Miss Li and Miss Wu will definitely wear those two skirts."
"Should you choose? Skirt?" Shen Xiyao asked, looking at Zhang.
"This year's draft." Zhang thought that Shen Xiyao didn't know it, and he explained to him cheerfully.
But I felt sweat slipping from my forehead, and I glanced at Young Master Liu as if asking for help, and found that the other person's expression also became tense.
"Jing'er, what did you tell Brother Xie about this?" Liu Gongzi scolded lowly.
"Say, I'm very interested." Shen Xiyao smiled while playing with the porcelain cup, gently. But I clearly know his anger under this gentleness.
Yes, whether I am the daughter of a prime minister or a queen, I cannot use my embroidery as a commodity and sell it for money. This is not something that I can do, it will hurt the face of the family and the royal family.
If I say that in order to set an example of hard work and thrift in the harem, I embroidered some and sold it as a treasure, but it should be offered as a treasure by the buyer. But at this time, the women being drafted wore them together like ordinary clothes. If they were selected, who had seen the concubine wearing the clothes embroidered by the queen? If it is not selected, who has seen that the people can wear the clothes embroidered by the queen?
Isn't this tantamount to a big slap in the face of the royal family?
But actually, after I walked out of the palace gate, it was no longer Ling Xuewei...
It's just that Shen Xiyao, he doesn't think so...
"What kind of clothes?" Shen Xiyao seemed to be very interested in the two clothes Zhang's mouth.
"One is a lotus-blue embroidered peach blossom. The other is a purple embroidered grape." Before Zhang said, I confessed: "And that screen is double-sided embroidered with peony. There is a verse on it. Praise the world's unparalleled beauty, exclusive to the world's first fragrance. This piece, Miss Li should be brought into Beijing."
Shen Xiyao nodded gently: "That's easy."
Hearing what he said, I knew that the clothes embroidered on the screen would definitely be sent to the inner warehouse for storage.
"What's easy?" Zhang asked.
"It's easy for me to get them back." Shen Xiyao took a deep look at me, and suddenly said to Zhang's: "Just now, Mrs. Liu has a sentence that I don't think is right." He glanced at Liu Gongzi, and his face was a little pale.
"You said that Weier is used to doing this, so she is familiar with the road. And you have a good background, so you have never done it, have you?"
Zhang didn't know how he suddenly said this, so he nodded.
Shen Xiyao "haha" smiled: "But how did you know that Weier was born humble?"
I was stunned, and Mr. Liu was also stunned. Before I had time, Zhang had already spoken: "This is what Xie Niang said. Moreover, if she and Brother Xie have a good family background, why go to this poor country and one of them depends on teaching? One makes a living by selling embroidery?" In her tone, there was the pride of being a rich family, and her natural disdain for the poor.
Shen Xiyao snorted coldly, with a mocking smile on his lips: "I think washing hands and making soup for the beloved and respected is a delightful thing. It has nothing to do with your background, but it has nothing to do with your intentions for the other person."
I sighed for a long time. Although I knew he wouldn't tell us who we were, I was still a little frightened.
Shen Xiyao took a deep look at Liu Gongzi: "Liu Gongzi, do you think so?"
Gongzi Liu could only nod his head at this time, but Zhang's face over there didn't look good.
I was busy making rounds: "I heard that my sister often makes some cakes for Liu Gongzi. This is also a precious heart."
"Big Brother Xie is right. Xie Niang and Xie Lang are so affectionate, and they cook for him all the time, and they are really stronger than Jin Jian." Zhang suddenly threw it over.
Seeing that Shen Xiyao's face became very ugly when he heard these words, Liu Gongzi hurriedly changed the subject and asked him, "Big Brother Xie, I don't know when you plan to go home?"
Shen Xiyao took a look at the scenery outside the window, his face looked like haze, and he uttered two words: "Today."