Chapter 126 [END OF TEXT]

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In early summer, the Old Summer Palace is lined with green trees and flourishing flowers and plants.

Hongxuan and Queen Guarjia supported Su Yan on the left and right as she walked under the trees. There were several little brothers and little princesses beside them who were teasing and making her happy.

Queen Guarjia was personally selected by the fourth master and was Hongxuan's satisfactory candidate for Fujin.

At that time, when Hongxuan was selected for the Fu Jin Dynasty, the fourth master selected from thousands of ladies and selected three candidates: Fucha, Guarjia, and Niu Hulu.

These are all common surnames in Manchuria. These three candidates A lady must be first-rate in terms of birth and appearance, otherwise she would not be able to attract the attention of the fourth master.

When the fourth master gave her a list of choices, the first thing Su Yan thought of was to let Hongxuan choose someone she would like to meet.

After such a long life, they couldn't just dislike each other. So she held a tea party in Yongshou Palace and invited several ladies to participate.

Hongxuan finally chose Guarjia as the direct descendant among the three.

The two treated each other with respect after their marriage, and Hongxuan respected the queen very much from Qiandi to now.

"Empress Huang has been away for a long time, so she must be tired. Look, the lotus flowers over there are blooming just right. How about we go to the pavilion to enjoy the lotus flowers?" the queen suggested in a soft voice.

Hongxu Taiyang looked at the scorching sun in mid-air and persuaded with a smile: "The queen should be careful. It's almost noon and the weather is getting hotter. Huang's mother, let's go to the pavilion to rest and don't get heat stroke. There is a pavilion in front. Let's take a rest there."

Huang'e Niang is getting older, and heat stroke is no joke.

Su Yan couldn't help but brush off the kindness of Hongxuan and the Queen, and nodded: "Okay, I listen to you."

Hongxuan helped Su Yan sit down, looking at the lotus in the pond, he couldn't help but recall what happened when he was a child: "The Queen is so beautiful I still remember that when I was young, you liked to ask Chef Wang to make a variety of fresh food for our brothers. One summer, you made a lotus cake with fresh lotus flowers. Hongxu liked it the most."

He joked: "Fortunately, I asked Hongxu to go out to the capital on business this year, otherwise all the lotus flowers in this garden would be bare lotus leaves."

They like to eat fresh and crispy food, with lotus petals dipped in flour and egg liquid, The lotus cake fried with Chef Wang's secret seasoning and special technique is extremely delicious.

Su Yan pretended to glare at her eldest son, "You, if your brother is not in the capital, just bury your brother. The Ai family remembers that you eat the most!"

When someone exposed his story, Hongxuan felt embarrassed and touched his nose: "Yes, what Huang's mother said is right. Not only our brothers, I remember that Huang Ama also likes them very much."

Su Yan shook her head, "Your emperor Ama only likes these things, but your brother is filial to him, and he is happy in his heart. They all ate happily. In fact, your emperor's favorite thing is to cut fresh lotus flowers into strips and eat them cold. He loves to eat these light and fresh foods in the summer..."

Speaking of Fourth Master Su Yan couldn't stop talking. After living together for so many years, that man's love had penetrated every aspect of her life. Looking back on the past, everything was about him.

Hongxuan knew it was bad as soon as he heard this topic. After Huang Ama's funeral, Huang E's mother was very sad. She rarely got sick, so she became seriously ill.

If Huang Ama hadn't died, she would have lived well, he was afraid that Huang Eniang would not be able to survive the serious illness.

Hongxuan hurriedly changed the topic: "Mother Huang, my son heard from Aunt Caiyun that you have lost your appetite recently and you don't let the imperial doctor come to check your pulse. It's not good to hide your illness and avoid medical treatment."

It was also for this reason that he led people to the Old Summer Palace early. Get away from the heat.

Su Yan waved her hand: "I just have some bitter summer, that's all. The Ai family knows their own health, so you don't need to worry about it."

The queen and the concubines were very eye-catching, and immediately started to persuade her to take care of herself. The body may recommend special delicacies from various places.

A concubine who followed her father and lived in Jiangnan for a long time knew that the Queen Mother also grew up in Jiangnan. She smiled and said: "Empress Dowager, my concubine's brother returned to Beijing from Suzhou this time and specially brought some Suzhou dishes. When the cook came back, his three-shrimp noodles and fermented glutinous rice cakes were cooked extremely well. The taste is light and delicious, which is very suitable for summer."

Another Jingpin who was born in Sichuan and lived in Sichuan for several years was not to be outdone and immediately recommended Sichuan. Sichuan dishes: "Sister Shunbin said, but the pickled fish and cold lotus root slices in Sichuan and Sichuan dishes are also very appetizing, and they are most suitable for summer."

Although Su Yan knew that their starting point was to please her, but In my ears, I felt as if I heard eight hundred ducks talking and buzzing, "The Aijia all know your thoughts, and you are all filial children."

After a pause, he added: "Hongxuan, the Aijia You're tired, go play and have a rest at the Ai family."

Hongxuan saw his mother's firm eyes and nodded helplessly: "Mother, my son will send you to the Changchun Fairy Pavilion to rest."

"Empress Huang, I will serve you as you go back." The queen said and stood up to support Su Yan's arm. All the concubines also stood up and bowed to see the queen mother off.

Su Yan waved her hand and rejected the kindness of Hongxuan and the queen, "You don't need to send me away. The Ai family will go back alone. It's quiet and peaceful. You can do what you want."

Hongxuan couldn't resist her, so he had to tell the people around her: "Then I'll bother you. Aunt Caiyun and Aunt Cuiyun."

The Changchun Immortal Pavilion is next to the Zhengda Guangming Palace. After the Fourth Master came to the throne, he often worked in the Old Summer Palace.

He was often busy until midnight, and he simply didn't bother to go back to Jiuzhou Qingyan. Zhengda Guangming would It became the fourth master's royal study and military aircraft office.

For convenience, the Changchun Immortal Pavilion to the west of Zhengda Guangming Hall was rearranged and became Su Yan's fixed residence in Yuanmingyuan. It was also convenient for Fourth Master to come back to rest.

Su Yan looked at the familiar Changchun Fairy Pavilion. The layout and decoration inside were all arranged by the Fourth Master for her.

Even the items on the ancient shelves were personally selected by the Fourth Master for her.

I don't know why, but Fourth Master likes to decorate her residence very much, from Bixu Courtyard in Qiandi to Yongshou Palace, and then to Changchun Immortal Pavilion.

But at that time, Su Yan was happy to see the result. After all, the fourth master's aesthetics was recognized by later generations, and the good things such as decoration and furnishings were carefully selected from the fourth master's private treasury to complement the house.

There was naturally infinite sweetness in her heart, but now there was only melancholy.

Su Yan was lying on the imperial concubine's couch by the window, closing her eyes and concentrating. In her ears, she could hear the chirping of the summer cicadas "Zhi Zhi", mixed with the crisp sound of wind chimes under the window sill.

When she was half awake and half dreaming, she seemed to have returned to a city full of tall buildings. A man in a suit and leather shoes appeared in front of him, his narrow phoenix eyes full of affection.

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