National Beauty

Chapter 59 059

The return of Guo Boyan moisturized Lin’s face, and in the Baiguo Lin next to Shouwang Mansion, more and more cherries were ripening. In just three days, Father Fu was almost looking at the cherries on the south side of the treetop. It’s red. That day the four girls ate a sour cherry. Although the master didn’t punish him, Father Fu blamed himself very much, holding back his energy to atone for his sins.

“The prince, the cherries are a little more ripe. I guess they can fill a basket. You see that we live next to the Guogong Mansion. As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as neighbors. If you don’t send some cherries, please try your wife and some girls. “Walking around the cherry forest, Father Fu rejoined the Dequ Pavilion, smiling authentically.

The god-like Shou prince is not practicing calligraphy and painting every day, just like now, he asked someone to move a wicker chair over and lay on it leisurely, closing his eyes in the sweet cherry and fruity fragrance, far and near birds and birds. Chirp is more melodious than the tunes played by the singer.

But Father Fu knew that the master was not asleep, because the jade fracture fan in the master’s hand was knocking on his waist and abdomen.

Father Fu’s voice fell, and after half a cup of tea, Zhao Heng opened his eyes. With a quiet and indifferent glance over the red cherries on the tree, Zhao Heng closed his eyes again and slowly said: “In the palace, the palace, the Changxin courtyard, the five sons, one plate each.”

Father Fu was slightly surprised, and immediately understood. The cherries have not yet matured in large numbers, and the palace only eats the tribute from Dengzhou. Although there are few cherries here, they are rare at this festival. Sending the emperor to try them is both filial and thoughtful. Otherwise, the emperor may be unhappy when he hears the news, and the emperor may be unhappy when he hears the news. If the emperor knows that there is not even the emperor, he is afraid that it will be uneasy to eat.

As for the five sons, Mr. Fu laughed. The five sons were raised by Lin’s side. When the son got delicious cherries, would Lin ask his daughter to taste them together? In this way, the four girls have tasted the master’s heart, without making others suspicious. The only regret is that the master’s expression is too vague, and the four girls are probably still in the dark.

However, the four girls are still young, so before the master decides to show his heart, she must be safe.

Called a few little eunuchs, Father Fu handed out two red cherries and asked them to pick them according to the ripe color. They worked lightly for about an hour, and as expected they made a bamboo that was one foot wide and two feet long. The basket was nearly full. When the cherries were picked, Father Fu squatted on the ground to personally select, and the best plate was sent to the palace. The rest was almost the same. The palace of Chu, Changxin and Linyun were installed, and there was still a basket left. Father Fu asked the prince for instructions and gave it to a few busy eunuchs.

When the cherry arrived at Chongzheng Hall, Emperor Xuande had just finished his work, and his eyes were almost noon, and he was about to go to Queen Li in the palace. Looking at the plate of red and bright cherries brought in by the great **** Wang En, Emperor Xuande couldn’t help but spit out the fluid, pinch one in his mouth, sweet and sour, except for the small size, the taste does not seem to be much worse than the tribute.

Emperor Xuande pinched another.

Wang En laughed and said, “His Royal Highness always disliked the Hundred Fruit Gardens of His Highness Three. Now it seems that the fruit trees of His Highness Three are planted correctly. No matter how good the tribute is, it is not as fresh as the ones in the garden of His Three Highnesses. .”

Emperor Xuande nodded and looked at the cherry in front of him, but familiar helplessness surged in his heart. They are all sons. He hopes that everyone will have something to do. The youngest son is the most handsome and romantic, but unfortunately he is stuttering. He can’t get out of it himself, and he refuses to say a word. How can such a son arrange errands? He didn’t want to do it. He was uncomfortable when his father was forced to do it for him.

“Let’s carry it together, and ask the queen to try it too.” Emperor Xuande said as he walked out.

Wang En followed with cherries.

At the Palace of Weiguo, Song Jianing came back from studying and happened to see Caiwei walking from the kitchen with a plate of cherries. Song Jianing’s eyes lit up and she asked in surprise, “Is there anyone selling cherries?” She didn’t relieve her greed, but instead made her think about the fact that cherries would be ripe.

Caiwei smiled and said, “No, it’s the cherries in the garden of Lord Shouwang that are ripe. I gave a plate to Mrs. Tai. Didn’t the five sons get into the eyes of the prince, and we rewarded the five sons alone.”

Song Jianing knew everything, and went into the east room of Huanyueju with her. Brother Mao was already waiting for the cherries. He stared at the cherries and drooled. Song Jianing hugged his younger brother and asked him: “These are all cherries from Brother Mao, are you going to eat them for your sister?”

“Here!” Brother Mao nodded vigorously.

Song Jianing kissed his younger brother.

It was Brother Mao’s turn to eat cherries. Lin had taken care of the children and knew that his son could eat it by himself, but the adults had to remind him to spit out the seeds. Song Jianing, who was choked to death by lychees once, said that she disagreed with anything and did not allow her younger brother to touch the cherries. She washed her hands and removed the seeds of the cherries personally, leaving only the pulp to her younger brother.

“Okay, Brother Mao is still young and can’t eat too much.” After eating with the siblings for a while, Lin took away his still greedy son and told his daughter to take away the cherries.

Song Jianing looked at her younger brother helplessly, and left with the cherries. She wanted to save some for her stepfather, but her mother said no, so she ate them all.

At twilight, Guo Xiao, who had already been promoted to the 7th-Rank Dutou, rode out of the Ma Jun camp on horseback. Just as he was about to urge the horse to run fast, someone behind him suddenly called him: “Brother Guo, wait.”

After Guo Xiao turned his head and recognized that the person calling him was a gate in the capital, the two of them had some friendship and returned to the city together many times. But this time Guo Xiao had something to do and bowed his hand to the other party, saying: “I’m going back to the city later today, Brother Yang, let’s go first.” After finishing riding the horse, he galloped towards the west of the barracks.

About two quarters of an hour later, Guo Xiao came to a small village. During the day, he led his troops to pass by, and stumbled upon a family with two cherry trees planted in the courtyard with some red fruits on the tops of the trees. According to memory, Guo Xiao quickly found the family. The man in charge was chopping firewood. He ran out when he saw an army master at the door.

Guo Xiao wanted to buy cherries. The man looked at his own cherry tree and said honestly and honestly: “There are not many ripe ones. I will pick a few red ones for the army master to try. No money.”

Guo Xiao nodded and said, “All the red ones.”

The man went to pick cherries enthusiastically, or stepped on a bench, or turned to the side of the wall, picked all the red cherries he could reach, and barely filled a large porcelain bowl. As soon as the man jumped down, the four or five-year-old boy in the family ran over happily, asking for cherries. The man pushed his son away and held the big bowl in front of Guo Xiao religiously.

Guo Xiao took out the purse he wore with him. There were more than ten taels of silver in it. Guo Xiao poured directly on the ground, and then poured the cherries in the bowl into the purse. There was no one left. Finally, he returned the bowl to the man without saying a word. gone. He just got on the horse, and the boy in the grey-pushing cloth suddenly cried, crying that he had been robbed of cherries, but his father flushed with excitement, quickly picked up the silver on the ground, picked up his son and ran into the house.

Guo Xiao galloped all the way and returned to the Guogong Mansion. When he dismounted, he said to the concierge: “Please go to Yihexuan, the eldest girl, the fourth girl, and the fifth son.”

The concierge promised and sent someone to spread the word.

Song Jianing was working as a coachman for his younger brother, pulling the Trojan Doudou and strolling in the yard. Hearing that Guo Xiao invited her to talk to his younger brother, Song Jianing asked in confusion, “Did the elder brother say anything?”

The little maid shook her head and said, “The concierge didn’t say anything, but also invited the eldest girl.”

Sister Ting Fang also went, Song Jianing was relieved, and said to her mother, she led her younger brother out. The two siblings walked slowly and met Ting Fang halfway. When the three siblings stepped into the Yihexuan room, Guo Xiao had changed into homely robes and sat on the north seat with a cold face. Looking over the two younger sisters, Guo Xiao said lightly: “I passed a family of cherry trees on the road. I picked this all together. It’s not worth bringing it to my grandmother. You three eat it.”

A purse of cherries, all blue ones were picked out, there are a dozen left, and the bottom of the plate is not covered, which is indeed a bit pitiful.

But this was his brother’s intention. Ting Fang was very happy, smiled and thanked him, first grabbed one and handed it to Brother Mao.

Brother Mao had already learned how to eat cherries. Xiaopang took the cherries in his hand and gave them to his sister, waiting for her sister to feed them. Song Jianing smiled and sat down on the chair at the bottom right of Guo Xiao and peeled the cherries. Brother Mao held his sister’s leg. As soon as the sister had peeled it, he opened his mouth like a chick waiting to be fed under the eaves of the corridor.

Ting Fang laughed while eating.

Guo Xiao looked at Brother Mao, frowning suddenly, and asked Song Jianing, “Brother Mao had eaten cherries?”

Last year, when the cherries were ripe, Brother Mao was only a few months old. He could not eat cherries, and he would have forgotten if he had eaten them. Then, if he hadn’t eaten cherries recently, Brother Mao would be curious about everything. He took the cherries. It should be the first to put it in the mouth instead of handing it to my sister sensibly.

Ting Fang didn’t want to mention Shou Palace, but her elder brother was too clever, and she guessed it with a little clue. She had to explain with a smile: “His Royal Highness Shou Wang gave two dishes here during the day. I got a plate, but when I ate it, my brother brought it back sweeter.”

Song Jianing smiled. It was obviously sweet from the cherries of Shouwang Palace. Sister Ting Fang would really make her brother happy.

How old is Guo Xiao. The fruit tree in the yard of an ordinary rural savage family can compare with those carefully taken care of by the Shou Palace? Thinking of the cherries that he had troubled with was a step slower and not as good as Shouwangfu’s taste, Guo Xiao’s good mood along the way disappeared. Looking at the step-sister who only fed Brother Mao to herself but didn’t move a cherry, Guo Xiao’s eyes were cold, and a fire burst into his chest.

After the younger brothers and sisters left, Guo Xiao called to Ashun, and said coldly: “You go to Zhuangzi, Dongjiao, and ask the villager to pick a few plots of land to plant fruit trees. Any fruit trees that can be planted in the capital will be planted in the village. There must be… by the way, if you buy it next year, it will be fruitful. If you can’t make it, you will fine the dealer 50 bucks and sell it.”

Ashun was taken aback. He didn’t know how Shi Ziye suddenly hit the fruit tree, but glanced at Shi Ziye’s livid face, Ashun didn’t dare to say anything, and honestly went to make arrangements.

Guo Xiao was still puzzled. As night fell, he went to the back garden alone, knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, and walked under the high wall shared by Guogong’s Mansion and Shouwang’s Mansion.

On the opposite side is Baiguolin, Guo Xiao stood in the night with his hands held down, and it took a long time before he let out a long breath and left.

The author has something to say: Persimmon Tree: I seem to feel a murderous look.

Cherry tree: Hey, the slave is so scared.

Persimmon Tree: It’s okay, I will protect you!

The night was like water, and suddenly there was a sound of shaking tree trunks in the back garden of the palace.

Hahahaha, forgive my bad taste, sometimes inspiration comes, I feel uncomfortable if I don’t write it, but I really think it’s funny…