In the afternoon, the drizzle was continuous, and the erosion of the rain made the red bricks and green tiles new. Slowly, the rain became heavier. When the mist rose, the bead curtains seemed to be hung in the Linlang pavilions. When Yang Tong walked through the palace in the rain, it was like being in a fairyland. The moisture that came to his face was not stiff. On the contrary, there was a sense of friendly touching the cheeks. Walking up the pavilion, the mist in front of him had already covered the entire Luoyang. The people of the Wufang Palace covered their heads with their hands in the rain and hid under the eaves. Occasionally, when a man passed by, he even stretched his outer robe and put it on his head, running wildly on the street like a headless corpse.

Seeing this, Yang Tong smiled. In this era when spring rain is as precious as oil, Lao Yang would be happy for the farmers when he saw the nectar from the sky. He even hoped that the rain would flow through, at least to push the land outside Luoyang City to the right, so that the dealer planted in the ground would rise happily.

After coming to this era, Lao Yang liked to overlook the entire Luoyang City from the pavilion in Ziwei Palace, which gave him a feeling that he could take everything into consideration. He did not like to be a high god, but in this era when information communication was slow and the enemy and us understood difficulties, standing at a high place could make him feel at ease. It was like watching the fast horse running towards Hebei immediately after leaving the city, regardless of whether the rain would make the road slippery.

Watching with your own eyes is more down-to-earth than anything else.

"Go out of the city?"

Yang Tongyu turned around and asked.

A Gu was cutting vegetables. It was not that Shang Shijian stopped cooking for him, but Lao Yang, who had long been accustomed to modern food, suddenly wanted to have a hot pot on this rainy day, which made the craftsman build a copper pot and prepare some charcoal.

"Get out of the city."

A Gu's hands and feet are quick-witted, and the kitchen knife is like an obedient and good baby in her hand. She can move as much as she moves. Cut green vegetables into sections and slice the mutton easily. Soon, a full table of raw food was ready.

"good."

Yang Tong is not aware of the use of people, but he doesn't need to doubt people. Anyway, there is no way to solve the problem of worry, so he simply doesn't worry. As for the person who rode out quickly, he finally sent the letter to Mingzhou to Dou Jiande or was intercepted and killed halfway, he couldn't control it.

The rain was still falling, and the busy palace maids occasionally held up oil paper umbrellas and passed by in groups under the pavilion. Yang Tong looked at the crowd and looked at their green or red skirts, as if someone pulled the rainbow down from the sky and placed it in front of him. Finally, he had the first time relaxing after coming to this world.

"Your Majesty, the water is rolling."

"Have a meal."

I don’t know if there is no sesame paste in this era. Anyway, when Yang Tong asked Agu to go and search, he only asked for dashes from the kitchen. Dashes are just dashes, add more vinegar and sesame oil to stir. The bowl of dipping sauce that Lao Yang made for himself was fragrant. Agu stood aside and swallowed his saliva.

Yang Tong took a look, remembered this expression in his heart and said nothing.

When the meat is added, the mutton slices are cooked as soon as they are put into the pot. The soup base prepared by the middle insect is filled with the aroma of river freshness. The huge crab is red all over the red and floating up and down in the boiling water. Sometimes it even puts its claws on the edge, as if it is about to crawl out. This middle insect is a crab. There were disasters in ancient times, but the disasters disappeared after the Han Dynasty. In other words, it is not that no one eats crabs, shrimps and other foods in this era, but that these things are regarded as ominous things and are unwilling to be contaminated.

Yang Tong didn't care about that, but after finally eating hot pot again, what should I wait for if I didn't let go completely? The whirlwind chopsticks circled their mouths, and each chopstick put the meat into the pot. Taking advantage of the coolness of the rainy day, I felt a lot of fun.

When he was full and moved his bowl away, he turned around and looked at A Gu: "Have the daughter of Pei's mansion entered the palace?"

Agu broke free from the fragrance and responded: "Report to Your Majesty, you have entered the palace."

"Follow the palace maids purchased from the palace to replace them, four out and four out."

Lao Yang nodded: "Where is the person?"

"Xifangyuan."

Xifangyuan is a place where the palace maids stay. Yang Tong felt that it was a bit inappropriate to do so and said, "I'll invite you to see you."

"promise."

A Gu left, Yang Tong looked at the woman's departure back, reached out to pick up an empty bowl, prepared the sauce, placed it on the stone table, and also got up and left.

Yang Tong wanted to practice calligraphy, so it would be fine if the official script was in a rude letter to Dou Jiande. After all, this kind of letter would not be recognized in the future. Even if it was written in front of Luo Shixin, it could be explained as a way to cover up. But in the future, you will have to comment on memorials. You, an emperor, cannot communicate with ministers with words like a dog, right?

Back in the harem, Yang Tong sat next to Longshu's desk, picked up a book on the table and pressed it with paperweight. He started to imitate it on the paper. Practicing calligraphy is a very boring job, so boring that other pictures will appear in your mind when writing, and you can't concentrate at all. You want to let a veteran overcome all difficulties and make a businessman who has experienced the ups and downs of the business world calm down, unless you put a gun on his head. Fortunately, the situation that Lao Yang needs to face now is almost no different from being pushed by someone with a gun. So he practiced and wrote three words in a quarter of an hour. Each word was ugly, but the outline was very similar to those in the book. As long as you patiently use time to polish it, the word will definitely make a leaps and bounds.

"Your Majesty is blessed with all your blessings."

When Yang Tong, who was practicing calligraphy, heard someone talking in front of his door, he looked up and saw that this was a girl who was only fourteen years old, very smart. Although he was full of curiosity towards the palace and wanted to glance at everything in the room with his eyes, his figure had not changed at all.

"No gift."

Putting down her pen, Yang Tong began to look at the girl carefully. At a young age, she still had her face with exclusive tenderness, but her head kept spinning around and looking at the interior decoration, as if she had never seen it before.

"Doesn't there be these things in the Shangshu Mansion?" Yang Tong asked casually.

The little girl immediately replied: "No, how can the Shangshu Mansion be placed in the palace? Even if the reward from His Majesty is given, it must be offered in the ancestral hall."

puff.

Yang Tong smiled, and he had practiced this sentence at first: "What's the name?"

"Duan Niang."

Duan Niang...

It sounds like it sounds casual. Compared with Pei Renji and Pei Xingyan, it is similar to those from the countryside.

"What did your father tell you before entering the palace?"

The little girl jumped around the room and looked left and right. She finally moved to Yang Tong to watch him practice calligraphy: "Dad said that after entering the palace, he would shut up his mouth to death, and don't chirp like larks. I also remember that the less you say, the longer you live."

“Is there any more?”

"Well..." Duan Niang looked up at the ceiling and thought for a long time: "He asked me to ask His Majesty to give me a promise."

“What promise.”

"That is the day when the court revitalization is restored, I have to be sent out of the palace and carry me in from Yingtianmen according to etiquette."

Yingtian Gate is the main gate of Ziwei Palace and will only open when major events occur. In history, Cixi became the empress dowager's most feared sentence, "You were not carried in from the Qing Gate." This shows how important this ceremony is for a woman's life.

"allow."

After Yang Tong said this, he shouted outside the door: "Come here!"

Agu walked in from outside the door: "Your Majesty."

"Send it to the Empress Dowager to serve you. When the Chaogang revives, the jade will be sent back to Pei's mansion, and then the Ming media in the Taiwei's mansion will be married."

"Abide by the order."

When Duan Niangfu lowered his body to salute, Agu reminded with a frown: "Empress, when Your Majesty rewards you, you should pay a great gift."

Duan Niang raised her head as if she was in trouble and looked at Yang Tong awkwardly. Old Yang was in a good mood and waved her hand: "Give it aside."

"By the way, Ah Gu, you'll finish sending the mother-in-law in a while, and go to the top of the pavilion to collect the hot pot. I didn't let anyone move."
Chapter completed!