Zhu Sijia hurriedly looked sideways at Yan Xiu.
I saw him wiping his fingers with a piece of snow-white satin. His excellent bones were not only reflected in his exquisite and beautiful face, but also in his pair of slender and powerful hands.
Putting aside the fact that Yanyan is better than the snow, with a slight exertion, the intertwined light cyan meridians stand out.
It was just such a pair of hands that just now silently peeled crabs for Zhu Sijia. It was such a waste of talent and underutilization.
Zhu Scarlett stared at his hands more intently.
It was obviously just a simple wiping action, performed by Yan Xiu, it was more like the square snow satin was being played with and played with in his hands. Coupled with his face overlooking all living beings and the mountain scenery, it is inexplicably disharmonious, yet inexplicably harmonious, as if endless desire can flow from his fingers.
Zhu Sijia thought of the use of these hands in other places... and buried her head low.
Yan Xiu threw away the snow satin and raised his eyebrows to look at her: "Why don't you eat it? Didn't you think about this bite all the time when you were on the road?"
He knew that his hands were pretty, and he also knew that Zhu Scarlett had always liked his hands, so his words were full of humor.
I wish Scarlett would cry without tears, she is really not a greedy person! Only now did she raise her head, grab a small spoon and taste the crab meat in front of her:
"Your Majesty, please stop teasing me."
She rarely ate crabs in the past. Even if she did, it was mostly lake crabs. She had never tasted sea crabs.
When she tasted it today, she couldn't tell the difference between it and the lake crab, but she could feel Yuan Haoyu's sincerity from the freshness, sweetness, elasticity and refreshing taste of the crab meat——
Being able to bring sea crabs to Xijing from the coast of Qi, thousands of miles away, and still preserve them to this extent shows that he put a lot of thought into them.
Zhaohua was peeling crabs for her two children. After seeing Yan Xiucai wipe his hands for a while, she silently grabbed a second crab and peeled it. She thought it was because she was accommodating to Zhu Sijia, so she couldn't help teasing:
"The relationship between His Majesty and Zhaoyi is really beyond our reach. I have lived for more than twenty years, and I have never seen Your Majesty peel a crab for anyone with his own hands."
At the banquet, all the female relatives looked at Zhu Sijia with envy. She had been in the palace for a year, and although Yan Xiu also had skin-to-skin kisses with the women next to him, Zhu Sijia was always the most unique one at banquets.
Even today, he actually used the same hand that had fought in the south and north to fight and scolded Fang Qiu to peel crabs for her.
Isn't this a hundred times better than their husbands who have groups of concubines?
To put it nicely, even ordinary couples who have been married for a year are not as inseparable as they are.
Zhu Sijia didn't feel uncomfortable being stared at by so many people. After finishing the crab on her plate, she saw Yan Xiu peeling the second crab for her, so she also grabbed a crab and started peeling it.
Yan Xiu paused his hand and asked her quietly: "You won't eat what I peeled for you?"
Is she worried that her hands are not clean?
Zhu Sijia smiled while cracking the crab shell: "Your Majesty peeled one for me, so I will naturally peel one for you to take back. This is called courtesy. You can't keep asking your majesty to peel it for me, right?"
Yan Xiu then continued to move his hands: "I won't keep peeling them for you. Crabs are a food for the great cold. Eating too many crabs will be harmful to your body. Just be good and eat two."
Zhu Scarlett: "Okay, I obey."
The princess's mansion also sent a post to Zhu Siying today to taste the delicious crab dish. In the name of digestion, Zhu Sijia went to the flower garden with Zhu Siying to enjoy the chrysanthemums.
Zhu Sijia took the opportunity to warn Zhu Siying in a low voice: "Your Majesty has become suspicious of Marquis Guangping. I believe that he will find out the matter soon. You should not go to Miss Zhou in the near future to avoid being caught by His Majesty's people."
Zhu Siying nodded and said worriedly: "But what if His Majesty discovers Miss Zhou and secretly attacks Miss Zhou in order to preserve the reputation of the royal family? Sister, I promised Miss Zhou at the beginning that her life will not be in danger. .”
Zhu Sijia was shocked to learn that she was so nervous that the blood in her limbs seemed to freeze. She really had not considered this aspect.
According to her original plan, the eldest princess would discover the clues about the consort on her own, but today's impartiality made Yan Xiu suspicious——
She recalled the theater troupe he killed in the West City, more than thirty people in total, just for what he said was "the face of the royal family and the majesty of the emperor." Then would he be merciless to Zhou Caiwei?
Zhu Sijia was panic-stricken. She had to find another way to save Zhou Caiwei's life. Otherwise, how could she be worthy of Zhou Caiwei?
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At night, the banquet was not over, but Yan Xiu and Zhu Sijia wanted to return to the palace early.
Until the emperor's holy chariot left, the Marquis of Guangping did not show up at the princess's mansion once.
Zhu Sijia secretly lamented that Marquis Guangping was so courageous in cheating. He knew that Yan Xiu was going to the palace for a banquet today, but he still dared to lie and refuse and linger outside.
When the carriage arrived at the gate of Yi Fusheng, the young minister of Taipu Temple, he heard the sudden sound of a suona, followed by a burst of crying.
Yan Xiuben was lying on Zhu Sijia's lap with his eyes closed and concentrating. A sudden sound disturbed him.
He sat up straight, opened the window and looked out. He saw paper money in the sky in front of the carriage, and Yi Fusheng's family, all dressed in white, were crying.
The people of Qin had to calculate the time and hour for funerals. When the time came, the deceased could be laid to rest, so funerals in the morning and dusk were not a big deal.
Is the Yi family having a funeral today? No wonder there is no trace of the Yi family in the princess's mansion.
It seems that the person who died in their house just passed away today.
Yi Fusheng was walking at the forefront of the funeral procession. He recognized at a glance that the carriage blocking the road was that of Yan Xiu. He did not even dare to cry. He hurriedly stepped forward to salute and ordered his family members and servants to make way for Yan Xiu.
Yan Xiu spared his courtesy, and after being silent, he asked with concern, "Who passed away in Mr. Yi's house?"
Yi Fusheng shed a few more turbid tears: "Your Majesty, I am your legitimate daughter."
Yan Xiu: "Master Yi's legitimate daughter? In that case, I will let the carriage in the palace give way."
Unexpectedly, today I saw a scene where a white-haired man gave a black-haired man a gift. Although Yan Xiu was always arrogant, there was no reason to make Yi Fusheng worse.
Yi Fusheng stopped him again and again: "My little girl is so virtuous and capable that she asks Your Majesty to make way for her. Your Majesty should ask first."
Zhu Scarlett felt bad, and she asked Yi Fusheng: "Excuse me for being rude, but may I ask Mr. Yi, how old is Miss Yi?"
Yan Xiu looked at Zhu Sijia, but hesitated to speak. It was not polite to ask someone else's daughter how old she was, but Zhu Sijia must have had her reasons for asking.
Yi Fusheng replied: "I am just about to get married. My daughter is not lucky enough to have a bad life. Misfortune comes from the sky. I accept my fate."
Zhu Sijia was stunned for a moment: "Fourteen years old? This is too coincidental."
She hurriedly told Yan Xiu and Yi Fusheng about the murder case of the young girl she had met earlier. After hearing this, Yi Fusheng said excitedly: "My little girl also suffered the same death! Your Majesty, this is a shocking case. Please forgive me." Immediately order Dali Temple to be responsible for the review!"
Yan Xiu glanced at the dark coffin: "Miss Yi died unexpectedly. Why didn't Mr. Yi report it to Dali Temple and bury her in a hurry?"
Yi Fusheng's face turned red: "This, this..."
How was he going to explain to Yan Xiu that his daughter had been humiliated before her death and that her body could no longer bear to be looked at. He was afraid that the news of this incident would affect the reputation of the Yi family, so he chose to bury his daughter in a hurry.
