I wish Scarlett actually had a sleepless night.
It wasn't because he couldn't adapt to lying next to the king.
As soon as she closed her eyes, all the past life would appear in her mind, which was heartbreaking.
Yan Xiu is more difficult to accompany than Yan Xing.
Although Yan Xiu acted in the light and acted in secret, she didn't know much about Yan Xiu, so she had to work hard to please him all the time.
It is not difficult to imagine what would happen if she accidentally called out Yan Xing's name in her sleep in her current capacity.
May Scarlett's bedside be empty.
She had briefly read the historian's records about Yan Xiu, and her understanding of Yan Xiu only limited to these superficial trivial matters. Among them was the fact that Yan Xiu did not like people who were lax and lazy.
She couldn't rush to be this lazy and lazy person.
She secretly estimated the time in her mind. The sky was starting to get brighter. It was a time that was neither early nor late and would not make people suspicious. Then she got up to change clothes, briefly dressed up and walked out of the tent.
Yan Xiu actually lit a fire alone in the open space in front of the camp.
Looking from a distance, it looks so lonely and transcendent.
The eunuchs and guards seemed to have seen this for a long time, and they tacitly stayed away from Yan Xiu and did not come forward to disturb him.
Zhu Sijia only had a flowing cloud pattern cloak on her body. It was a thin piece, and its ornamental effect was greater than its heating effect. Although the texture was high-quality, it was a bit inferior to what Zhu Siyi used.
She walked behind Yan Xiu and saluted obediently: "Good morning, Your Majesty."
Yan Xiu didn't look back at her. He looked directly at the flames, spread his hands and put them in the air to warm himself against the fire: "Are you up?"
Before Zhu Sijia could answer him, she took in a breath of cold air and felt an itch in her nose.
"Ah chirp——"
The response to Yan Xiu was a small sneeze from her.
Yan Xiu looked back and looked at her with a frown: "Why did you come out dressed like this?"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to gather Zhu Sijia's cloak. When he touched the material, his eyebrows frowned more tightly: "Is this what Prince Yan's Palace will give you to wear?"
Zhu Scarlett was embarrassed and had nowhere to hide: "Your Majesty, these are already very good."
Since she returned to Beijing, Prince Yan's palace has indeed not treated her harshly in terms of expenses, and the standards are even higher than those of concubines in other palaces. There is no need for her to tell this lie.
Yan Xiu took off his cloak and rolled Zhu Sijia into a ball: "Put this on first."
When she returns to the palace, she will have the Clothing Bureau make better clothes for her. A bright and delicate person like her deserves the best in the world.
When they first met, Yan Xiu felt that she was very appealing to her.
Later, when he learned that she was from Prince Yan's palace, he inevitably rejected her for a short time, but as the truth came to light, he dropped all his guard against her.
She was just a concubine who was bullied wantonly by Zhu Siyi. She had no one to rely on and couldn't help herself. Why should he care about her background anymore?
Zhu Sijia was fussing around in her cloak: "Your Majesty, this is inappropriate. If you are ill..."
Yan Xiu hugged her tighter: "I'm fine."
With that said, he handed Zhu Sijia a cup of freshly baked hot tea.
Emperor Wu liked to cook tea, a hobby clearly recorded by historians.
Zhu Scarlett took the tea from him. The hot tea cup was easier to hold in the palm of her hand than Mrs. Tang.
She opened the lid and a strange aroma hit her face.
Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a cup of scented tea.
He actually squeezed out the flower juice from the best roses, mixed it with milk and honey, and slowly roasted it on a small clay stove to form a light pink tea soup.
"This method of making tea was accidentally discovered when I was reading ancient books in the palace when I was a child." Yan Xiu took the initiative to introduce to her, "This book is the "Tea Classic" edited by a female official of the former dynasty, and it contains hundreds of records. The remaining methods of making tea have never been seen before.”
He has always had few topics to talk about, and rarely takes the initiative to start a conversation, let alone patiently explain to others.
But somehow, seeing her holding the tea cup tightly with both hands and staring at the tea religiously, he couldn't help laughing.
Zhu Scarlett thanked him and tasted it in small sips.
Her mouth was filled with the aroma of nectar and the richness of milk. She had never tasted such fresh and delicious tea in her previous life.
After drinking a cup of hot tea, I wish Scarlett's face would look much better.
The sun rises in the east, and the chill is completely driven away.
Yan Xiu took her hand and led her back to the camp: "Today's falcon training conference, come with me."
Zhu Sijia was stunned, and then she came to her senses: "I obey my orders."
Falconry Conference...
She had no sense of participation in the autumn hunt in her previous life, and she had no intention of enjoying it, so she continued to complain of illness in the later stages.
From the beginning to the end, she spent her time in worry. She only heard about how fun the various activities and banquets were from the mouths of several concubines.
Until the last few days, an overwhelming fire burned down most of the camp, awakening the people of Daqin who were immersed in singing and dancing and a peaceful and prosperous era.
The fire was fierce and strange, and the most terrible thing was that Princess Zhenzhen, who was most favored by the Northern Liang King, was buried in the sea of fire, causing the two countries that had signed an armistice agreement to meet again at war.
This war was not only the largest war in the history of the Qin Dynasty, but also the one with the most tragic casualties since ancient times.
The people of Beiliang are fierce, murderous and cruel, and the hundreds of thousands of Beiliang cavalry are even more frightening to neighboring countries.
In the previous life, it was Yan Xiu who went on a personal expedition and devoted most of his national power to completely eliminate the hidden danger of Beiliang, thus starting the first step of his grand hegemony.
But this also caused the household registration in Daqin to drop sharply, and began a ten-year period of recuperation.
There was only half a month left before the fire broke out.
Compared with the capital, Zhu Sijia has a deeper sense of belonging to the Northland. She has made many close friends in the Northland, and during the truce, she went to the grasslands on the border between the two countries and had a lot of fun countless times.
In the two years since the war broke out, the twelve cities in the North were deserted and turned into ghost towns.
In this life, if you can do something to change this situation.
Zhu Sijia was sitting in front of the mirror, meditating. If she didn't pay attention, the new nun assigned to her by Yan Xiu would put her hair into a bun.
Yesterday, she was still combing her boudoir girl's cross bun. Today, her black hair was tied up high into a flexible and elegant snake bun.
The face of the person in the mirror was younger than a newly bloomed peony. Zhu Scarlett knew clearly that the soul beneath the body was already old and riddled with holes.
With just a slight sweep of her eyebrows and a touch of lip makeup, she was already breathtakingly beautiful. Aunt Zhong behind her took a breath and sighed:
"This old slave has lived for sixty years. Except when the Queen Mother was young, I have never seen another beauty like you."
There is no richer flower in the world than this.
This sincere compliment fell into Yan Xiu's ears.
He pushed away Aunt Zhong and stood directly behind Zhu Sijia, silently staring at the beauty in the mirror, as if admiring a priceless treasure.
After a long time, he took the lipstick from the table and handed it to Scarlett's lips:
"Thicker."
Zhu Scarlett dipped her lips into lipstick wisely and ran her thin fingers over her lips repeatedly.
