Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The smoke from the incense in the finely forged incense burner had gradually dissipated. The young eunuch moved the burner carefully and cleaned the remaining ashes carefully.

He emptied out all the ashes and then patiently wiped the gold furnace until it regained its original luster.

Then he took out new spices, refilled the furnace, and lit it.

Since the old emperor did not like the smell of longyan incense, only sandalwood was burned in Xianyou Palace every day.

These spices all come from the Imperial Household Department in the palace and are fine products for royal use.

Ever since the young eunuch gained the favor of Eunuch Fushou, he was transferred to Xianyou Palace, where he was specifically responsible for chores such as cleaning and sweeping.

The task of replacing the incense in the golden furnace was entirely his responsibility.

The little eunuch was a posthumous child. His family was demoted for a crime, and his mother was exiled to the Jiaofangsi, where she gave birth to him.

After giving birth to him, in order to maintain her dignity, her mother chose to end her life with a white silk.

However, the newborn life survived tenaciously in the Jiaofangsi until five years ago, when he took the initiative to enter the palace. From then on, his past was completely erased.

The young eunuch had a smile on his face and thought to himself that he was just an ordinary eunuch now.

Whether the old emperor lives or dies has nothing to do with him.

When he arrived at the gate of Xianyou Palace, the little eunuch's expression immediately became solemn. He lowered his eyes and slowly walked into the palace with a sad look.

The palace maid who was walking towards him nodded kindly at him.

The young eunuch was the godson of Eunuch Fushou, and had a good relationship with people in Xianyou Palace. He often paid for mung bean soup and milk out of his own pocket.

Therefore, the palace maids and eunuchs in the palace were all extremely friendly to him.

As the afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded away, the last touch of orange and red in the sky was swallowed up by the deep night, and the night spread out like ink.

The light in the bedroom began to dim, and the young eunuchs held candles in their hands and lit the candlesticks in the palace one by one.

The candlelight swayed gently in the breeze, casting patches of dim light, adding a touch of warmth to the silent palace.

The old emperor seemed to feel that his life was coming to an end. He slowly opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the prince in front of the sickbed.

He waved his hand gently, signaling the prince to step back and rest.

Although the prince was reluctant, he still bowed respectfully and then retreated silently.

Then, the old emperor ordered Fushou beside him: "Go and invite the imperial concubine over."

Fushou, the eunuch who had served the old emperor for decades, knew the emperor's mind very well.

Hearing the emperor's order, he couldn't help but burst into tears and replied in a deep voice: "As you command."

He immediately arranged for a few young eunuchs to drive the jade sedan chair and hurried to Zhongcui Palace to invite the imperial concubine to come and see him.

The prince sent away the guards waiting in front of the palace, and the ministers outside the palace also heard the news one after another. They stayed up all night, ready to go to the palace to mourn at any time.

At this time, the immortal master in the side hall found Fushou and claimed that he had an acupuncture method that could prolong the emperor's life for a short time.

Fushou was already at a loss, and when he heard the news, he hurriedly agreed.

He led his master and two disciples into the bedroom, went to the bedside, and performed acupuncture on the old emperor.

After acupuncture, the old emperor regained some strength to speak.

The imperial concubine came hurriedly riding on a jade sedan. Her originally beautiful face had turned slightly pale and beads of sweat appeared on her palms.

Having been married to the old emperor for eighteen years, the imperial concubine had already figured out the old emperor's temper. She knew in her heart that her future would be uncertain if she went to Xianyou Palace this time.

The imperial concubine came down with the help of the palace maids and walked slowly into the hall.

The old emperor gave Fushou a look, and Fushou immediately understood what the old emperor meant. He drove the imperial doctors, eunuchs and palace maids out of the bedroom, leaving a private space for the old emperor and the imperial concubine.

Fushou also ordered his godson to guard the hall and not let anyone in.

At this time, the immortal master pulled out the golden needle and respectfully retreated outside the curtain.

Fu Shou was just about to ask the immortal master and his companions to leave when he suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his head and slowly fell down.

Behind him, Shu Changyu put away the golden needle in his hand and ordered another Taoist priest to guard the gate.

At the same time, the immortal master walked forward indifferently, grabbed Fushou who had fallen unconscious, pressed his head, and slammed it hard against the corner of the table. With a "bang" sound, blood gushed out from the corner of his forehead.

He then threw the body on the ground, creating the illusion that Fu Shou had died for his master.

At this time, the old emperor was still unaware of the changes that had taken place outside. He stared at the imperial concubine, who still looked the same, with his old eyes, and weakly called out, "Mingxi."

The imperial concubine couldn't help but feel dazed. It had been a long time since anyone had called her by this name.

"Your Majesty..." The imperial concubine threw herself in front of the bed with tears in her eyes.

The old emperor raised his hand with difficulty to stroke her hair, and said intermittently: "Mingxi, I have left a decree... After I am gone, you will be buried with me..."

The imperial concubine opened her eyes wide in disbelief and almost lost her voice, "Your Majesty, you want me to be buried with you?!"

The old emperor pulled the corner of his mouth, and his sharp eyes seemed to see through the concubine's heart: "I know...you are still thinking about that man in your heart, I am worried about leaving you in the world."

"I have reserved a place for you in my mausoleum. You will be buried with me at that time. We...we will never be separated in this life or the next."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, and the imperial concubine's tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.

She couldn't believe that the old emperor, who had been with her for eighteen years, would make such a decision.

"Tsk!" A scornful chuckle came from outside the curtain. Shu Changyu lifted the curtain and walked in.

"It's not enough for you to die alone, you also want to drag your concubine to be buried with you. It seems that your death is too easy." There was a hint of sarcasm in Shu Changyu's tone, and his eyes swept across the old emperor coldly.

Seeing a strange Taoist priest breaking into the palace, the old emperor widened his eyes and pointed at Shu Changyu: "You, you..."

Then the old emperor shouted again: "Fu Shou! Fu Shou!"

Shu Changyu said casually: "Don't shout, your chief eunuch will go down to accompany you first."

The imperial concubine looked at his familiar features, her mind was dizzy, a certain guess emerged in her mind, and her expression was panicked: "You..."

Shu Changyu walked past the imperial concubine without looking away, looked down at the old emperor, and said, "My last name is Shu."

As soon as the words fell, Shu Changyu shook his head: "No, the surname should be Zhou."

Upon hearing the surname, the old emperor immediately reacted: "It's you...it's you!"

"Are you a man?" The old emperor suddenly turned to look at the imperial concubine, his eyes full of shock and anger.

It was Yu'er, her Yu'er.

The imperial concubine stared at Shu Changyu's face with tears in her eyes, as if she wanted to engrave his appearance in her heart forever. She covered her mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound, for fear that she would accidentally pour out her years of longing.

The old emperor was furious and said, "My noble concubine, how dare you lie to me!"

"Ha!" Shu Changyu laughed briefly.

The old emperor turned his gaze back to him and noticed the Taoist robe he was wearing.

"It's you..." The old emperor understood instantly that the so-called rejuvenation pill was fake, and everything, including his sudden serious illness, was a conspiracy.

A trace of cruelty flashed across his decayed face: "It turned out to be you, I shouldn't have spared your life in the first place!"

Shu Changyu curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, and his voice was cold: "You spared my life out of mercy, wasn't it just for the lost military token? Why are you pretending to be kind and righteous? Don't tell me you didn't know that Madam Zhou gave birth to a boy."

"Kang, Kang," the old emperor said tremblingly.

"You want to ask Kang Yinan," Shu Changyu dragged his voice, "It's a pity that he died for his master a long time ago and can't come to save the emperor. Otherwise, he could have been conferred the title of a first-class mighty general."

At this point, Shu Changyu seemed to remember something and sneered, "You're wrong. He's already a first-class mighty general."

The old emperor was so angry that he was speechless.

A trace of despair flashed in his eyes, knowing that he was powerless to save the situation.

His body was shaking and his heart was filled with regret and anger.

He never expected that his lifelong reputation would be ruined because of a single thought.