After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

Shen Bingning's life also improved significantly because of this. Although the 100,000 taels of gold disappeared like a dream, at least Xiao Yi never set foot in Fengqing Palace again, and never summoned her to Longzhang Palace which was full of power struggles.

In this tranquility, she rediscovered the joy and hope of life.

One morning, when Shen Bingning was trying to make bowls of refreshing mung bean smoothies in the imperial kitchen, inspiration struck her.

She kept one copy for herself and carefully prepared one copy for Qing'er, the maid beside her.

Qing'er praised it highly after tasting it, and said that if this mung bean smoothie could be sold in the palace, it would definitely become the most popular summer cooling product. Even if it costs a little money, people would be willing to spend it. After all, in this hot summer, there is nothing more refreshing than this.

Shen Bingning had an idea when she heard this, and thought: Why not make mung bean smoothie myself and sell it?

Anyway, she was willing to give up even the phoenix seal that symbolized her status as queen, so what was the big deal of selling mung bean smoothies in the palace?

Her mung bean smoothie was reasonably priced and was very popular among the palace maids and eunuchs. Even with a small profit, her daily income was considerable through large sales.

Thus, in a corner of Fengqing Palace, Shen Bingning's mung bean ice business quietly flourished.

That night, Shen Bingning counted the silver she had earned today, feeling very satisfied. "It looks like it's time to add some new varieties. This way, I should be able to earn more."

She has already begun planning how to further expand her small business.

Meanwhile, Qing'er was feeling uneasy.

They thought that the master went to the imperial kitchen that day to prepare mung bean soup for His Majesty personally, but His Majesty did not enjoy it in the end. Instead, it became a delicacy in the mouths of the master and disciple, and the rest was distributed to the servants in the imperial study.

These days, Shen Bingning has been busy with the business of mung bean ice, but His Majesty seems to have completely ignored her.

Yesterday, Xiao Shengzi came to buy one. Qing'er guessed that it might be for His Majesty. She couldn't help but feel a little worried. In this way, wouldn't His Majesty's dissatisfaction become more and more serious?

Seeing her master immersed in the joy of preparing new products, Qing'er cautiously probed: "Master, I heard that your Majesty has a poor appetite recently. Why don't we send some mung bean ice cream over? Perhaps it can slightly alleviate your Majesty's discomfort?"

Before she finished her words, Shen Bingning paused with her pen, leaving a thick mark of ink on the rice paper.

Shen Bingning frowned slightly, her tone revealing a hint of impatience: "Why are you running out in such hot weather? If you have a poor appetite, just go find a doctor. My mung bean ice is not a panacea."

Qing'er sighed inwardly. These past few days, whenever anything related to His Majesty was mentioned, the master always looked annoyed, and people dared not say anything more.

"I also heard that those ministers in brocade robes and solemn faces whispered with Your Majesty at the court meeting, suggesting that the time has come to reopen the harem selection to continue the royal family's lineage."

When Qing'er said this, she carefully glanced at her master's expression, rolled her eyes, and added with a little more caution in her tone: "Besides, it will be the third anniversary of the Queen Mother's death soon, and your Majesty's mourning period will soon be over. Everyone in the palace is looking forward to a new atmosphere."

However, Shen Bingning seemed to be immersed in her own world, still concentrating on sketching out recipes on the yellowed rice paper, without any fluctuation in her expression.

Seeing this, Qing'er stuck out her tongue helplessly, thinking about how to make this master pay attention to her.

At the same time, outside the Longzhang Palace, the sun was shining brightly in the sky. Xiao Shengzi wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and took a deep breath, as if trying to dispel his inner anxiety.

Beside him, the elderly eunuch Wei glanced at him sideways, a look of helplessness emerging on his face full of traces of time.

Xiao Shengzi smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "Master, you see, His Majesty's lunch today is still useless. What should we do?"

There was some worry in his tone. After all, the rules in the palace were strict. If His Majesty didn't eat, how could they, the servants, dare to eat on their own?

Recalling yesterday, he had secretly taken a few boxes of mung bean ice cream from Fengqing Palace with great difficulty, hoping to make His Majesty feel better. Although His Majesty's expression became more solemn because of this inappropriate ice food, he still reluctantly used some of it.

Thinking of this, Xiao Shengzi couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

Upon hearing this, Eunuch Wei looked up at the azure sky, then stepped into the palace and respectfully asked, "Your Majesty, do you need lunch prepared?"

His voice was gentle yet dignified, but it only earned him a cold command from Xiao Yi: "Add more tea."

He was concentrating on the "Tianxing Acupuncture Method" in his hand and did not even raise his head.

Eunuch Wei respectfully added tea, and his eyes accidentally glanced at the design of the drum wheel on the table. He suddenly had an idea in his mind, so he suggested: "I just passed by the imperial kitchen and heard that Fengqing Palace has not heard any news about the meal. Why not let the imperial kitchen prepare a lunch for your majesty and Fengqing Palace today, so as to change your majesty's taste?"

There was a hint of expectation in his words, hoping that it could improve His Majesty's depressed mood in recent days.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yi threw down the book in his hand when he heard this, and his voice was full of unquestionable coldness: "If you say anything more, you don't have to keep your tongue."

After he finished speaking, the entire hall seemed to be shaken.

Eunuch Wei was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground, muttering to himself, was there something wrong with his suggestion?

This confused even him, who was always smart.

Xiao Yi walked to the window, gently stroking the lush orchid with his fingers, but his eyes unconsciously fell on the back of his own fair hand, which seemed to still bear traces of the hot tears from that night of gunfire, as well as the unspeakable pain.

"Where is Taigo now?"

He asked suddenly, with an imperceptible tenderness in his tone.

"I am playing in Shen Meiren's Fengqing Palace."

Eunuch Wei answered quickly, knowing in his heart that the usually arrogant little white tiger would run over there all day long as soon as he heard that Shen Meiren had delicious food.

"Bring it."

Xiao Yi's voice is concise and powerful, without a trace of superfluous emotion.

When Eunuch Wei heard this, he understood the situation and quickly bowed and left, ordering Xiao Shengzi to go and carry out the order immediately.

Xiao Shengzi hurried to Fengqing Palace under the scorching sun.

Seeing that he was sweating profusely, Shen Bingning ordered Qing'er to bring some chilled fruits and vegetables. At the same time, she asked with a little caution, "Why are you here in such hot weather?"

In her opinion, it was never a good thing for people from Longzhang Palace to come to Sanbao Palace for no reason.

Xiao Shengzi gratefully took the fruit, wiped the sweat from the corners of his mouth, and replied: "I have come here specially to ask Master Taige to move to Longzhang Palace. His Majesty is calling for you."