Zombie travels through time and space to become the empress, who only wants to be a jerk and not att

Chapter 79: Banquet at Qinghe

Spring hunting?

Xiao Yuanche immediately became interested, "It's true that the royal sister is well-informed."

"Don't tease me, second brother. Everyone in the capital knows about this... I think that no matter what, the Qing army will soon recover the lost grain."

"If you want to be a husband, you have to hurry up."

Xiao Yuanshuang's words were like an alluring fox, chanting a spell in Xiao Yuanche's ear.

Apart from anything else, they really don't have much time left.

The day for spring hunting was set on February 2, just after the first lunar month.

There is still some time before the Spring Hunt. Murong Yue is very happy and has already started looking forward to it.

She had learned more words in recent days and told Li Xuanji directly that she wanted to learn how to read maps.

What can Li Xuanji do? He has only one student, so he has to spoil him.

It is chilly in spring in the northwestern frontier.

There may be a hint of spring in other places, but it's still very cold here.

Even the spring breeze is colder than the winter breeze, and it blows with a whistling sound.

The marching tents were about to be blown away.

Among the many tents, there is a house that stands out. It looks like an ordinary family’s house, with three tiled houses in a row.

Facing the training ground.

Without any decoration, the desolate feeling blends in with the Northwest.

In the room on the far left, there is a bed, a desk, a suit of armor glowing silver, and a simple washbasin next to it.

There is also an incredibly detailed map on the wall.

Next to the table is a large wooden box.

There is nothing else.

wow-

The door was opened and a cold wind blew in, along with a man.

The man wore a fur hat unique to the northwest. Under the hat, his eyes were as bright as stars and as dazzling as pearls, sparkling brightly.

His thin lips that seemed to be smiling but not quite smiling added a bit of mystery to him, making him unforgettable.

Years of life on the frontier left some scars on the man's face like a knife, making him look more stable.

The whole person is like a reef that has been through wind and rain.

There is a sense of fortitude.

"Hey, hey, hey, General, wait a minute. There's also a letter from His Majesty."

"The box is next to your desk."

Yan Qinghe immediately stopped and turned to look at the young general, "Any more letters?"

The young general didn't stop in time and bumped into Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe stood motionless, like a small mountain.

The young general was hit so hard that two streams of blood immediately flowed down his nose.

He squatted on the ground, covering his nose, and rubbing his arms.

He took out a letter and said in a muffled voice, "I personally read what Your Majesty wrote...hiss——"

Pain!

The general was in casual clothes while he was in armor, yet he was the one who was injured.

I don't know how he trained himself to this size.

But before he could react, the letter in his hand disappeared and the door slammed shut.

When Yan Qinghe entered the room, he saw a large box on the ground.

He carefully placed the letter in his hand on the desk, and regardless of the fact that the water in the washbasin was still cold, he washed his hands twice with soap.

After drying his hands, he sat at the desk and held the thin envelope as if he was holding a rare treasure.

Remove the sealing wax and open the letter.

There were a few lines of crooked words written inside.

"Two pounds of soybeans, soaked in water for two days..."

"hehe..."

Yan Qinghe let out a low laugh.

In my impression, your Majesty's handwriting is not as good as that of contemporary masters, but it is not so crooked.

He shouted to the outside of the door, "Send Wu Yi to see me."

Wu Yi came in, covering his wet nose.

I just took the opportunity to wash my nosebleed.

It's so embarrassing.

A real man can only bleed on the battlefield.

Wu Yi lowered his head, not wanting to look at Yan Qinghe, "General."

"Well, this letter...was written by His Majesty himself?"

"Yes, I saw your Majesty write it with my own eyes. Your Majesty first prepared the gift himself, and then called the head of the imperial kitchen to ask..."

Wu Yi scratched his head. He didn’t care much about food and could hardly remember it.

"It seems like you're asking about the recipe of a dessert. Oh, yes, it's called sweet tofu pudding."

“It’s made from soybeans.”

Yan Qinghe nodded. The imperial wax seal on the envelope was intact, and it was impossible for Wu Yi to peek at the letter.

Besides, even if Wu Yi had a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to lie to himself.

Then this letter was indeed written by Your Majesty.

But why did your Majesty's handwriting become like this?

He read the simple contents of the letter again, folded it gently, and looked up at Wu Yi, "Is your Majesty okay?"

"General, His Majesty looks better than when I saw him on his birthday."

My last birthday was in May.

Half a year has passed.

He hadn't seen the person for five years, and could only imagine what the emperor looked like based on his memory.

You look good, that's good.

"Go ahead."

After sending Wu Yi away, Yan Qinghe read the letter in his hand again, "Sweet Tofu Pudding..."

His eyes fell on the big box.

He raised his hand to brush off the yellow soil on it and gently opened the box.

First there was a pile of gold, and then there was silver.

what.

Yan Qinghe's mouth corners raised again.

Your Majesty still loves gold and silver.

Then there was a small wooden box. When I took it out and opened it, I saw two round objects embedded in the brocade lining.

"Tell Wu Yi to come see me."

Wu Yi entered the room again, this time with half of his armor off. The general must be looking for him for something important.

So he wore ordinary clothes on his upper body and armor on his lower body covered by the ordinary clothes, which he had not taken off yet, and then he came with a clang.

"General."

"Well, what's going on with this hedgehog and rabbit?" Yan Qinghe pointed at the things on the table.

For some reason, when he saw them for the first time, he thought the black ball was a rabbit and the brown ball was a hedgehog.

Wu Yi scratched his head again.

How did the general recognize these two round lumps?

"When I said goodbye to Your Majesty, the commander of the Imperial Guards, Lord Qi Yuan, was also there."

"This thing seems to be brought by Lord Qi Yuan. Oh, there is also a teacup in Miss Ah Hao's hand."

Hearing this, Yan Qinghe paused.

Qi Yuan...

This man is the commander of the imperial guards. Why would he send such a thing to Your Majesty when he is not patrolling the capital and the palace?

"Oh, by the way, General, there is indeed a gray rabbit and a hedgehog in His Majesty's palace, but I don't know whether they are raised by Miss Ah Hao or by His Majesty."

Wuyi speaks his mind.

Soldiers must be honest.

Yan Qinghe's heroic brows slightly frowned. Could it be that this rabbit and hedgehog were also given to His Majesty by Qi Yuan?

But why did Your Majesty give this pottery statue to me?

Is it really hinting at something?

Your Majesty has fallen in love with that Qi Yuan?

A trace of bitterness surged into Yan Qinghe's heart.

"Go out."

Wu Yi chuckled, "Goodbye, General. If you have anything else you want to ask me, I'll wait here."

He was the general's personal guard and spoke more casually than others.

Yan Qinghe lowered his eyes and saw another scroll in the box.

Pick it up and open it at will.