For tea, Li Shimin fell into a long-term conflict in his heart.
Returning to the Manna Palace, Li Shimin saw that Queen Changsun was already preparing for the Ghost Festival.
Empress Changsun is in charge of the harem, and the princes and princesses are also taken care of by Empress Changsun.
Yue'er's biological mother passed away when she was born, and Empress Changsun always regarded her as her own child.
Queen Changsun said: "I don't know if I can see Yue'er during the Ghost Festival this time."
Li Shimin sat down and said: "The palace maid accompanying Yue'er sent news that Yue'er will go to Qujiang Pool to put out river lanterns."
Empress Changsun let out a long sigh, "I don't even know what Yue'er looks like now."
Li Shimin, who sat down again, heard the overtone of the words, which seemed to be blaming you for not going to see Yue'er.
Li Shimin took a sip of tea. According to Li Chengqian, this tea was made by Yue'er's husband.
He should still have tea in his hand.
With great authority all over the world, he is the Khan of Heaven, but he is worried about tea leaves.
Li Shimin felt a little aggrieved for no reason.
Looking at Empress Changsun, Li Shimin asked in a low voice: "How is Yue'er's husband?"
Empress Changsun arranged some clothes and said: "Cheng Qian went to see Yue'er's husband. He is an idler, has no ability, and is a very ordinary person."
It's almost sunset, and Chang'an is still very lively at dusk.
Those who have traveled far away also return home during this festival to pay homage to their ancestors during the Hungry Ghost Festival.
When night falls, Chang'an City is still brightly lit.
Zhang Yang returned to Chang'an City before closing the city gate.
Haolai bought a piece of land outside the city.
When Zhang Yang entered the city, the shopkeeper of the pen, ink and paper shop saw him.
I once felt that this figure looked very much like the person who came to sell paper pulp at that time.
But I'm not sure.
The shopkeeper came forward to ask, but saw the other party walking into the crowd again.
There were so many people walking at night that it was hard to find each other quickly.
The shopkeeper stood there frustrated. It would have been better if he had talked to him more and not tried to trick him.
In the quiet alley, the thin Li Yue hurriedly took back the clothes hanging to dry at home.
Hurry and hurry up to make autumn clothes.
Zhang Yang looked at the pieces of clothing and said, "Although they are not satisfactory, they are still wearable."
Li Yue frowned and said, "I will do better next time."
Aunt Wang came back with some clothes, "There are some newly made clothes here, and my family doesn't want to wear them. I don't know who to keep them for, so it will be cheaper for you and me."
Zhang Yang took the clothes and said, "Thank you Aunt Wang."
Aunt Wang smiled and nodded. In fact, these clothes were made in the palace, and Queen Changsun ordered them to be given to Princess Runan.
After speaking, Aunt Wang returned to her house.
The silk and satin of the clothes are very expensive at first glance, and the tailoring is also very good.
Comparing one after another, Li Yue looked at her own clothes, then at the clothes sent by Aunt Wang and said, "My craftsmanship will also be very good."
Keep these clothes in a corner of your home.
Li Yue would not wear these clothes.
Li Yue sat on a chair and strung together pieces of paper with threads. She planned to make a book.
Pouring a glass of boiled water, Zhang Yang placed the water beside her table.
Li Yue took the boiled water and took a sip. In fact, he had many abilities. At the same age of more than ten years, sometimes he felt that Zhang Yang was not mature enough for his age.
"Many people your age must be competitive."
Li Yue asked in a low voice.
Zhang Yang thought for a while and said, "Being competitive is just for the limelight."
Li Yue nodded slightly, "You have a lot of skills, and you can also make paper."
After taking a look at Li Yue's expression, Zhang Yang also sat down and said, "What will happen if someone knows that I can make paper."
Li Yue held the tea cup and said: "Can you be an official? Will you be reused by the government?"
Zhang Yang looked at the night sky and said: "People will never have so much goodwill. If others know that I have papermaking skills, I will be locked in a small dark room and asked to make paper every day and night. If I don't work for one day If you live, you won’t get food to eat.”
There was a slight pause in the words.
Zhang Yang continued: "And I prefer freedom. If someone really wants me to do this, and I am locked in a small room without being able to see you, I will choose to starve to death."
Li Yue took a sip of tea with a smile on her lips and secretly looked at him with pretty eyes. She was locked in a small room and if she couldn't see you, she would choose to starve to death.
Feeling the warmth in his internal organs after taking the tea, Li Yueyue didn't know how long he could live.
I thought that even if I had to live one more day, I would spend it with him.
The two sat quietly for a while, looking at the stars.
After a while, Li Yue stood up and handed the finished clothes to Zhang Yang.
Then she went back to her room and closed the door.
Zhang Yang looked at the gray clothes in front of him.
The clothes are well made and the needlework is basically perfect.
There is almost no needlework visible outside.
But there were a lot of intermittent stitches inside the clothes, and it was obvious that she had changed this matter many times.
It must have taken a lot of time.
This is a dress that my little daughter-in-law has made in the past few days.
I slept until early morning, and there was still one day before the Hungry Ghost Festival.
Zhang Yang found that Aunt Yang and Aunt Wang were not here today.
These two eccentric neighbors.
Rushing to the morning market early, Zhang Yang bought some pork.
When he returned home, Li Yue had not yet woken up.
Make two pickle buns and put them in a steamer.
Make the remaining millet flour into wonton wrappers and use the pork to make a bowl of wontons.
Counting the time, it’s time to wake up.
Sure enough, the sound of Li Yue stretching came from inside the house.
Li Yue, whose hair was still disheveled, walked out of the house and said lazily: "What should you have for breakfast?"
“Wontons and buns.”
Li Yue saw that Zhang Yang was very deft. She took a piece of dough, picked some meat with chopsticks and put it on the dough, then squeezed it with her other hand, and a wonton was ready in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Yang said: "Actually, there are many names for wontons. According to what you say here, it should be called flat food."
Li Yue took another curious look at the wontons. Anyway, the food he made was always delicious.
Wontons were served on the table, one bun per person.
Li Yue followed Zhang Yang's example, took a bite of the bun, and then used a spoon to scoop up a wonton to eat.
"It's a pity that there is no chili. It would be better if there were chili."
"Are you talking about pepper? It's very expensive."
Zhang Yang said: "The chili I'm talking about is not pepper, and pepper is not very expensive. It's just that some people in Chang'an think of it as expensive. In some places outside the customs, pepper is a very common thing."
Li Yue was eating wontons. The soup had a slight salty taste, and it went well with the pickled buns.
"What's that pepper?"
"Chili is a condiment and a type of vegetable."
"Is it tasty?"
"It makes people blush after eating it."
The words fell.
Li Yue looked at Zhang Yang strangely.
