Smiling lightly, he stepped forward and held her in his arms. As if by magic, a string of jade stones appeared in his hand. It was a very beautifully carved doll. If he looked closely, he looked somewhat similar to her between his eyebrows.
"Do you miss me, the king?"
"Su Jinxiu!"
She just mentioned the name and you could feel her whole body tense up.
Mu Yunsang was a bit bitter, so he said that this dead person had actually been living in his heart, but how could she see someone who had probably planted it in his heart and pull it out.
She closed her eyes and felt confused, but she didn't reach out to pick up the doll. She really didn't like this kind of thing that deceived little girls.
"What's wrong, Your Highness? I just mentioned the name Su Jinxiu and you're so nervous? Do you know Su Jinxiu, Your Highness?"
Beichen Mofeng held her hand, let go, and looked at her with a cold face: "Did you hear something?"
This expression made her feel sad. If she really cared about her more than Su Jinxiu, shouldn't she hold her tighter and try to change the subject?
He stood in front of her, looking at her with cold eyes, which made her heart feel cold.
"Your Highness, what do you think this concubine can hear?"
Today, she obeyed every word of his so-called rules, but it made the distance between the two thousands of miles farther away.
"Yunsang!"
His tone was somewhat stern.
"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about. Just take care of yourself and the present."
My heart suddenly felt stuffy again.
What he meant, if she understood correctly, was that Muyun-sang should cherish your blessings and don't bother with those who have something or don't have it.
Her dark eyes gradually turned cold, and she looked at him directly and asked word by word: "If Su Jinxiu is still alive..."
She saw him visibly startled.
She suddenly didn't have the energy to ask the next question. She waved her hand and turned her head: "Forget it, I will strictly follow your instructions, Your Highness, and take good care of myself."
She didn't have the fucking courage to face the fact that she lost to a dead man.
Her heart was filled with panic, which made her feel a thousand times more uncomfortable than him leaving her to favor Wu Dieyu.
Because she knew that he did not have Wu Dieyu as a woman in his heart, but Su Jinxiu was different. This was a person who had taken root in his heart.
In the end, they parted on bad terms. He didn't give any explanation, and she stopped asking questions. When he left, there was a drizzle in the sky. Mu Yunsang sat blankly at the window and looked outside. It had rained a few times, probably in spring.
It's coming soon. The plum blossoms in the yard are almost gone. In a few days, we will break ground to transplant some magnolias, apricots, peach blossoms and pear blossoms.
She had never been a sentimental person, but looking at the red petals withered all over the ground, she suddenly felt a little sad.
"Marriage at sea!"
"Yes, Master!"
"Go and tell the Department of Flowers and Trees to remove everything that blooms in this palace."
Haiyin was startled and asked cautiously: "The apricot flower will bloom in another two days of warm weather, should we remove it too?"
"Um!"
"Then, master, do you want to plant something in the garden?"
She thought about it and decided that she must plant some seeds, otherwise Kongluoluo would be too solemn.
But what to plant?
She didn't want to see the yard full of broken flowers and felt inexplicably upset.
She didn't want the whole yard to be planted with evergreen pine trees like the cemetery. After thinking about it, she didn't know what was wrong with her brain, so she said: "Plant radishes. If you want the kind with a red heart, let the Department of Flowers and Trees plant them."
Man, please remove all the grass and trees in this yard for me, cultivate all the land, and sow the seeds of flowery radish for me."
She had planned to wait for the radishes to grow, chop them all into puree, and feed them to the pigs.
Such thoughts made the gloomy mood a little brighter.
Haiyin's face, on the other hand, was completely darker than hers.
"Master, do you really want to do this?"
"Is this a joke?" she asked.
Haiyuan looked speechless.
But we can only copy it.
If the entire morning the palace was talking about the young lady from the family of Su, the former minister of Honglu Temple, then throughout the afternoon, the palace was buzzing with rumors about Mu Yun Mulang's radish planting.
Naturally, this matter also reached the queen.
But on a rainy day, the queen couldn't get over the pain in her knees, so she had to send Jiang Huaishan over. When she saw the yard full of eunuchs wearing raincoats digging the soil, and a large sack beside them filled with radish and rapeseed, Jiang Huaishan looked confused.
In a hurry, he asked Haiyun to inform him and hurried into the house. When he saw Mu Yunsang sitting at the window supervising the work in a leisurely manner, Jiang Huaishan's old face was full of helplessness.
"Prince Princess, do you want to turn the garden into a vegetable garden?"
"Hai Marriage, give Eunuch Jiang a seat and watch the sowing with me."
Where did Jiang Huaishan dare to sit? He came here to deliver the message in the name of the Queen.
"Hmm, Haiyin, you go out first."
"Yes, Eunuch Jiang!"
Haiyin retreated to the door, and Eunuch Jiang looked at Mu Yunsang with a serious face: "Crown Princess, please stop messing around. The queen said that if you do this, those talkative women will definitely take advantage of you again."
You came from the mountains to make a fuss about this, and when the time comes, you and the Queen will not be able to get it off your chest."
He thought he had said it clearly enough, but Mu Yunsang looked like he didn't understand and asked, "I'm from the mountains."
"The Crown Princess!"
"Eunuch Jiang went back to his mother and said that I am not messing around. People are food-oriented. I grow radishes to be self-sufficient. Why do you have to make a fuss about others and lose your face? Are you, Eunuch Jiang?
Do you look down on those farmers who work and maintain hygiene? What are the things we eat, wear, and use that are not provided by the farmer uncles? Or does Mr. Jiang think that people like us should not eat the fireworks of the world? "