My heart hurts when I mention the abolition

Chapter 42

Walking to the middle, Chen Yizhen saw a familiar figure.

She pulled the emperor over and greeted him, "Are you the one, Wang Dashi from the dining room?" Eunuch Pei once brought this Wang Dashi to Zhongcui Palace to thank him, so she still had a vague impression of him.

Wang Dashi hurriedly put down the things in his hand, pulled the people beside him to kneel down, and saluted them, "See the emperor, empress empress, long live the emperor..."

The emperor waved his hand and told him to get up, no need to be polite.

Even so, Wang Dashi still stubbornly and honestly saluted before getting up.

Then, he answered Chen Yizhen's previous question in a straight-forward manner, "Back to your mother, the servant's hometown is Shunchang, and there is a famous pastry called Panxusu in my hometown. The emperor heard that and specially asked the servant to show embarrassment to the mother."

Chen Yizhen was stunned, her eyes looked at the red and yellow round pastry on the stall, and the milky white transparent thing next to it that looked like a flower, her eyes lit up for a moment, and she pointed to the white pastry and asked: "What is this?"

Standing beside Wang Dashi all the time, the skinny man stepped forward excitedly, bowed his body and replied, "Returning to your mother, this is the slave's specialty snack, Yunpian Cake."

"This name is quite appropriate." The emperor smiled lightly.

The man's eyes were wide open, and suddenly, he knelt down in a jerk, and said ecstatically, "It's an honor for this thing to be praised by the emperor, and this slave will thank the emperor for his kindness."

Chen Yizhen smiled and said: "Take two pieces for each of the palace and wrap them up."

"Hey."

When Chen Yizhen and the emperor left, the man turned his head abruptly, held Wang Dashi's hand tightly, with an excited expression, "Dashi, Dashi, did you see that the emperor praised what I made, the emperor praised what I made! "

Wang Dashi smiled honestly, "You really do look good."

The man smiled embarrassedly.

This man is Jia Zheng who often stays with Wang Dashi. He didn't have the opportunity to show his face in front of the saint, but he has a good relationship with Wang Dashi. In addition, Wang Dashi said that he was considered by the steward. .

Jia Zheng stared at the backs of the two people who were going away, and suddenly felt emotional, "Dashi, you are right, the Zhongcui Palace is very strong, and the empress is kind. We people should keep our eyes open to see things."

The two walked and ate, the emperor was still a little reluctant at first, but walking in this alley full of fragrance, the red light was shining, and the person walking beside him, unpretentiously put a large piece of cloud cake Stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it with a whimper, and gradually, he also noticed some fun in it.

This is probably what she once said about eating from one end to the other, the sense of happiness.

The emperor broke off a piece of hawthorn, put it in his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and nodded slightly.

"Your Majesty, look over there!"

Chen Yizhen suddenly discovered something, she immediately dragged the emperor and ran over, and asked the stall owner, "Is this Sixi meatball?"

The stall owner is a famous chef collected from outside the palace. Although he is considered a figure outside the palace, he has never been in the palace, and he has never seen such big figures as the emperor and empress. He saw the two holding hands When he came to the stall and talked to him kindly, his hand shook, and the things in his hand almost fell.

He hurriedly put his things down, and was about to kneel down to pay his respects.

"No need." Chen Yizhen stopped him, "You make two Sixi meatballs for me and the emperor."

"Yes Yes."

The stall owner wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and started making meatballs.

Chen Yizhen and the emperor stood in front of the stall and stared at him. The emperor grew up in a wealthy nest. Not to mention, he had never seen a chef cook, so he stood in front of the stall today, patiently waiting for the chef to finish the food. For him, it is also a special kind of humor.

As for Chen Yizhen, she had seen it before, she was standing here watching with great interest, just to observe the difference between ancient and modern practices.

The two of them were very excited and curious, but the stall owner who was stared at by them felt that his hands and feet were weak and disobedient. He tremblingly prepared the ingredients in front, adjusted the stuffing, and kneaded them into balls It was round and ball-shaped, and seeing that there were only a few steps left, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, his fingers softened and he couldn't hold it, "Boom", the ball fell into the hot oil pan.

The scalding hot oil exploded with a "wow", and splashed directly on the face of Chen Yizhen, who was standing on tiptoe and watching seriously.

Chen Yizhen's eyes widened, watching the oily spots hit his face, his mind went blank.

The waist tightened suddenly, the whole person staggered, the body was tilted, the oily spots almost brushed her hair, and the emperor raised his arms to protect her head, keeping all dangers out.

Chen Yizhen opened his eyes wide, raised his head, and met the emperor's eyes blankly.

The surroundings froze for an instant, and the two seemed to have only each other in sight. All the hustle and bustle, fragrance, red lights, and street vendors were all gone. The breath was close to the face, and the warmth of the other was also close to the eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the silent atmosphere was broken by a scream.

The vendor's face was pale, his body softened, and he fell to the ground. He kowtowed to the emperor with a "bang bang bang", "The emperor forgives the sin, the emperor forgives the sin, the grass people have no intention, the grass people have no intention."

Chen Yizhen came back to his senses, hurriedly pushed the emperor away, stood firm on his feet, and turned away uncomfortably.

The emperor "hissed", frowned, and looked down at the back of his hand.

Chen Yizhen was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly opened his palm to look, only to see two or three bright red spots on the back of his white and delicate skin—splashed by oil.

"Your majesty, how are you? Does it hurt?" She panicked.

It just so happened that at this time, Rong Sheng, Shuang Shu and others hurried over when they heard the voice. They saw the peddler kneeling on the ground with a face about to faint, and saw the queen holding the emperor's hand and saying something in a panic.

Rong Sheng stepped forward in two or three steps, and seeing the little red dot on the back of the emperor's hand, his eyes went dark, and his body was on the verge of falling.

"Quick, call the imperial doctor!"

"Slight burns are not serious. As long as the emperor applies the ointment left by Wei Chen on time, he will heal in a few days without leaving any scars." Zhang Yuanzheng withdrew his hand and said.

Chen Yizhen heaved a sigh of relief, thought of something, hurried forward, and asked: "Then, should the emperor pay attention to his diet these few days? Doctor Zhang, you might as well leave a list, I know it well."

Zhang Yuanzheng thought about it, nodded, and said: "That's fine, then please wait a moment, the emperor and the empress."

He turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." The emperor said slowly, "No rumors about what happened today are allowed."

Zhang Yuan is saluting, "Your Majesty, don't worry, I am on duty in the Imperial Hospital today, and I have never been to Zhongcui Palace before."

Chen Yizhen's eyes moved, staring at the emperor's quiet side face, full of unknown feelings.

Zhang Yuanzheng left a piece of paper and left.

Chen Yizhen ordered Shuangshu to keep this list, and in the next few days, she must personally check the emperor's diet without any mistakes.

She walked up to the emperor by herself, and saw him leaning against the bed, with his bandaged hands resting on the armrest, and the snow-white circle on his head irritated his eyes, she turned her eyes away, bit her lip, not knowing what to say.

The emperor raised his eyes and saw her, and nodded for her to sit down.

Chen Yizhen poured a cup of tea for the emperor, leaned over and sat down.

She hesitated whether to hand him the teacup, "Or else, I will feed you?"

The emperor laughed, "It's just a small injury, I'm not disabled yet."

With that said, he took the teacup and took a sip.

Chen Yizhen curved her lips into a smile, paused, and said sincerely, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

If he hadn't reacted quickly to protect her in his arms, these oil spots might have splashed on her face, and there might be scars left by then.

Thinking of this, she sincerely thanked again, "Don't worry, this concubine will take good care of you during this time until you recover."

The emperor did not reject her kindness, but just nodded and said: "Today's incident is an accident, you don't have to take it too seriously, as long as you are happy."

Hearing this, Chen Yizhen paused.

Say she is happy?Naturally, I was happy, but at the beginning, this happiness was mixed with too much deliberation and affectation.

The emperor specially prepared such a surprise for her. No matter what she felt in her heart, she always showed excitement and happiness on the surface, so she held his hand as if unconsciously, and walked around the street affectionately.

But the emperor really thought that she was full of joy.

Chen Yizhen's heart was complicated. After a long time, she smiled and nodded solemnly: "Today, my concubine is very happy."

In this sentence, she didn't lie, even though she hid her falsehood at the beginning, she was really happy in the end. After all, the emperor's move this time fulfilled a long-standing wish of hers - to eat from start to finish without paying.

The emperor stretched his brows and eyes.

"It's just...it's not real after all. There are no crowds, no freedom to come and go, just the two of us, and the respectful respect of the vendors. After all, there is a lack of regret."

Chen Yizhen didn't intend to say these words, but seeing the emperor's protection of her today, she couldn't help feeling hot in her heart. These days, the emperor must be sincere to her.

The emperor raised his eyebrows, and after a while, he solemnly nodded, "It's my negligence."

After the emperor left, Shuangshu and Shuanglu couldn't help trotting up to her, Shuanglu smiled wickedly, "Your Majesty, now, don't you believe what the servant says?"

This time, Chen Yizhen pursed his lips and did not refute.

She turned her head and looked out of the window, but her mind turned over and over to recall the scene at that time. It happened suddenly and unexpectedly. Logically, they couldn't have predicted it in advance, and she didn't have time to react, but the emperor didn't even think about it at that time. He took her into his arms without hesitation.

Until now, she can still describe the scene at that time, the sharp eyes of the emperor in front of her eyes, a small wrinkle between her brows, her handsome nose, and her slightly pursed thin lips.

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, and she couldn't help but smile a little.

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"Your Majesty, the empress is here."

Chen Yizhen slowly stepped into the imperial study room, behind her, Shuangshu was holding a basket in her hand.

The emperor put down the memorial and looked at her with a smile in his eyes, "What soup did you cook today?"

In the past few days, every lunch, Chen Yizhen would come to the imperial study in person and bring him the soup she personally ordered to cook, and stare at him to drink it before leaving.

Chen Yizhen signaled Shuangshu to put down the basket, she lifted the lid, took out the soup gu from inside, and said with a smile: "Today is rock sugar white fungus soup, which tastes sweet and mellow, and has the effect of relieving cough and moistening lungs. I see you occasionally in these few days Cough, this soup is the best."

While talking, she poured the soup in the soup gu into a small porcelain white bowl, pinched the spoon with light white fingers and stirred it twice, her eyebrows drooped, and the reflection of eyelashes under the eyelids made her skin whiter and purer like jade. It was quiet and beautiful.

The emperor stared at her in a dazed way.

Chen Yizhen handed the small bowl to him, "Your Majesty, drink it while it's hot."

After all, the emperor didn't respond, she tilted her head and called him in doubt, "Your Majesty?"

The emperor came back to his senses, said "Oh", and took the white fungus soup.

After using the tremella soup, he returned the small bowl to her, and Chen Yizhen took it and put it in the basket.

Seeing that the emperor was busy with government affairs, she didn't want to disturb her, so she planned to take her leave and leave. Suddenly, her eyes flicked to one place.

Her face fell instantly, and she called: "Manager Rong."

Rong Sheng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly walked forward, "Your Majesty?"

"What's the matter with these two plates of dim sum? It's not that the emperor should eat something light these days. These two dim sums are either too sweet or too salty. Who put them in front of you?"

Rong Sheng followed her line of sight and saw the two plates of snacks on the table. He immediately turned bitter, and carefully glanced at the smiling emperor, then coughed, sullenly, and said: "Don't worry, my lady, I will serve you later." You must admonish these slaves and let them grow up."

"Well, there is still tea. Be careful these few days. You must not let the emperor drink cold tea, strong tea, or take a nap at noon. Remember to cover the emperor with a quilt so that you don't catch a cold..."

The emperor listened quietly to Chen Yizhen talking about the people around him, and unconsciously, his eyes gradually turned into pools of spring water.

Who knew that he actually liked her nagging and caring about him the most, so that every time he touched her, he would always prepare some small things for her nagging in advance.

Of course, he didn't intend to let her know about such behaviors that would damage the imperial prestige.

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