On this day, Cen Xijin was sent by Sister Zhima to collect persimmons in the Royal Orchard.
Although there is only one word difference between the Royal Orchard and the Royal Garden, in terms of scenery, it is far beyond compare.
The female history officer of Siyuansi wanted to go into the imperial garden to prune flowers. It was very difficult. But going into the imperial orchard to collect persimmons was something that everyone avoided. It was so laborious - just pushing it back and forth like this. In the end, it fell to Cen Xijin.
Yes, from sweet potatoes to persimmons.
A small bamboo basket, a persimmon hook, a pair of scissors, and a girl with a refreshing braid make up a trip that can just go.
The ripe persimmons are big and beautiful. The bright red fruits are hidden among the green leaves, and they look like little red lanterns hanging high, very festive.
There was a little light rain in the sky, and the persimmons became brighter and cuter under the influence of rain.
The wind was still blowing in the rain. Although poems said that the autumn wind was bleak, this was not the case in Cen Xijin's eyes. She only knew that the branches covered with bright red fruits were swaying in the wind, as if they would fall down at any time. Who cared whether it was desolate or desolate, but she was just afraid that the persimmons would be blown down by the wind and hit the ground. So nervous.
Even if she was forced to come here on a mission, she felt inexplicably relaxed and happy when she saw such a mouth-watering beauty in front of her. Walking on the gravel road, her steps were light and airy, as if she would fly at any time.
It's a pity that no one in the palace seems to like these wild fields, but they live up to the sweetness and sweetness of the garden.
While dripping with sweat, Cen Xijin was more interested in cutting wheat than usual. She raised the persimmon hook, raised her hand slightly and put it on a branch. Then she pulled down hard with the hand that grabbed the hook, and saw the red persimmon hanging down. When it reached the top of his head, he raised the scissors and clicked them.
After all, Cen Xijin is not a little palace maid born and raised in this era. She does not think that the imperial power is so inviolable, nor does she think that she, a "little slave", should be servile at all times. It is said that the emperor, the prince, and the majestic family are in heaven, but in Cen Xijin's eyes, isn't that the boss of the company and the second generation ancestor of his family?
Therefore, her attitude towards the fruits of her legitimate labor is naturally - eat, eat, eat when it's time to eat, and eat with openness - there are not many persimmons anyway.
Cen Xijin looked around with a stern look, and when he saw that there was no one there, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. She saw that the persimmons she picked with her own hands were so red, and she knew that after returning to Siyuansi, these persimmons no longer belonged to her. So, she simply shook the hem of her skirt, held it tightly and sat down under the persimmon tree, then peeled off the soft skin of the persimmon, opened her mouth and took a big mouthful of the sweet, soft and juicy part.
Oh, so sweet.
Cen Xijin couldn't help but lick the honey at the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and thought to himself, the varieties in this royal orchard are extraordinary, and the fruits produced by a random persimmon tree are much better than those outside.
Those masters and nobles are too lazy to hang such delicious food on the trees for nothing. It is such a waste of natural resources and a crime.
While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.
Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey.
Anyway, that’s what it means. So Cen Xijin decided to eat a few more big, sweet and juicy ones, in order to help the nobles who work hard every day to accumulate some virtue.
While he was enjoying his meal, there were suddenly a few "crash" sounds in the orchard. Cen Xijin was so frightened that the persimmons in his arms rolled to the ground.
Over there... is it a human or a ghost?
If it was a ghost, she wouldn't be afraid. She had even experienced such unbelievable things as soul traveling, so what kind of wandering ghosts were she still afraid of? In other words, whose life is tougher than hers? !
What Cen Xijin is afraid of is that someone will find her hiding here and eating persimmons. If she tells Siyuansi, she will be in trouble. After all, food is the most important thing for the people. It would be a pity if we can't eat it secretly in the future.
So Cen Xi Jinxun buried the persimmon skin in the soil, then put away his tools and hid in the bushes to peek, only to find that the person who came was actually His Majesty.
Cen Xijin's eyes widened. She was afraid that she would scream out loud when she opened her mouth, so she directly stuffed her fist into her mouth without caring about her hand.
Oh my god! ! This, this, this...
If it was just His Majesty, or if there were internal prisoners accompanying him, she might not be so shocked, and would only cover herself carefully for fear of surprising the Holy Master.
But the person accompanying His Majesty is not a eunuch or a palace maid, but - Lu Ting! !
Now, she had to cover her whereabouts even more carefully.
If you are not careful, your life will be lost.
At the Mid-Autumn Palace banquet that day, the wise concubine rewarded Lu Ting to the prince with a few words of laughter. In a sense, Lu Ting belonged to the prince. But how could she be with His Majesty...
In Dream of Red Mansions, if Xiren Qingwen and Jia Baoyu's biological father Jia She stayed in the same room, even if nothing happened, but in such an era when "lonely men and widows" are bound to be "sexed", they would be raped again. What a human being!
What's more, Emperor Zhengxing didn't even let his father's legitimate concubines go, and because of that, he had the eldest prince. Not to mention that Lu Ting was a maid in his son's palace.
Cen Xijin sighed secretly. As early as during the palace banquet, she could see that the romantic emperor was obsessed with Lu Ting. It turns out that today is the day for retribution!
It's not that she felt unfair for His Highness the Crown Prince, those little meatballs were so big! She just sighed, why did they choose the time when she was harvesting persimmons...
On the other end, among the green branches and red fruits, Lu Ting's eyes were pink, and he was sobbing and about to kneel down to Emperor Zhengxing. His slender waist was as soft as a spring willow.
Emperor Zhengxing felt slightly disturbed when he saw it, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to help her.
Just such a slight touch through the material of the clothes made Emperor Zhengxing feel that his hands were full of fragrance, and it was still that special feminine fragrance.
Seeing Lu Ting's miserable and pitiful appearance, Emperor Zhengxing laughed: "Hey, why are you crying? Don't cry anymore, your face looks like a little cat."
Lu Ting then wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and his face looked pure and bright: "My slave, I just cried with joy when I saw Your Majesty."
Emperor Zhengxing smiled softly, patted the fallen leaves off her shoulders, and asked, "Is it okay for you to stay in the East Palace?"
As his eyes wandered, Lu Ting smiled thoughtfully and said, "My slave, everything is fine, Your Majesty is worried."
"So, how is the prince treating you?" Emperor Zhengxing frowned when he thought of the young and domineering prince and his mother's reputation as a wise empress.
"This...the prince treats his slaves very well." Lu Ting lowered her eyelashes like small fans, showing no emotion at all. In fact, in addition to riding her like a horse, the prince was really kind to her. He rewarded her with delicious food and exquisite decorations.
Emperor Zhengxing smiled and said nothing. He walked a few steps and looked at the tomatoes on the branches with his hands behind his hands.
