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

After filling her stomach, she used the recipe from memory and spent an hour baking a plate of snow-white and soft pastries.

"My lady, it smells so good!"

Lu Zhong was attracted by the aroma and looked at the cakes on the plate. He felt that they were different from the usual osmanthus cakes and asked curiously:

"My lady, why does this pastry smell so much better than usual? It has a special rich taste."

"I added some sweet wine to it."

Shen Bingning said with a smile.

This was Xiao Yi’s favorite in the past. It had to be added with fermented rice wine and osmanthus honey to make it taste absolutely amazing.

When Lu Zhong heard this, he suddenly realized:

"Your Highness will definitely like it very much!"

"I hope so."

Shen Bingning wrinkled her nose slightly and estimated the time. It should be time for Xiao Yi to finish his morning court session.

She walked into the back garden with snacks in her hand, and the first thing she saw was Xiao Yi playing chess with the Shangshu in the pavilion.

Today he changed into a silk robe embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns. The white edges and the mutton-fat jade crown on his head added a touch of nobility.

"I see you, the Queen."

Tao Ming had sharp eyes and he stood up and saluted quickly when he saw the figure.

But Xiao Yi seemed not to hear anything, still holding the black piece in his fingers, immersed in thinking about his next move.

"Get up."

Shen Bingning walked over with a smile, gently placed the osmanthus cake on the stone table, and said respectfully:

"I made some snacks, Your Highness, please have a taste."

Xiao Yi glanced at the small cake nonchalantly, and said in a flat tone:

"You seem to enjoy doing these menial tasks."

Shen Bingning's smile froze for a moment, knowing that this was a mockery of her pretense, but then she smiled even more brilliantly:

"Your Highness is such a joker. I just wanted to express my feelings."

"When did you have this intention?"

Xiao Yi's gentle sarcasm made Shen Bingning have to use a smile to cover up her embarrassment.

Tao Ming, who was watching the game from the side, sensed that something was wrong and tried to find an excuse to escape:

"I remember that I still have unfinished business, so I'll take my leave first..."

"Minister Tao."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Xiao Yi.

"I heard that your eldest daughter is particularly fond of the roses in the palace?"

Facing the emperor's sudden question, Tao Ming was slightly stunned, then nodded in response:

"That's true. My daughter always says that the roses in the Imperial Garden are much more beautiful than those grown at home."

"I see. What a coincidence. Empress Hejia also seems to be quite interested in the work of these servants..."

Xiao Yi opened his folding fan, and the bamboo-painted fan covered the lower half of his handsome face, revealing only a pair of cunning eagle eyes:

"Why not ask her to pick the most beautiful one for you?"

"Oh, how can this be possible?"

Tao Ming's face turned red and white, and he quickly declined: "You are joking. How dare I, an insignificant person, trouble the queen to pick flowers herself?"

"If the Queen is willing, why not?"

Xiao Yi's eyes flickered to Shen Bingning, his eyelids half lowered, and he asked with a half-smile, "What do you think, Queen?"

Shen Bingning pursed her lips. She didn't expect Xiao Yi to embarrass her so much in front of everyone.

After all, she was the queen, and picking flowers for the daughter of a minister was really beneath her status.

But if I refuse, God knows what new tricks Xiao Yi will come up with.

"Don't worry, Shangshu. Picking flowers is just a small matter. There is no question of whether it is suitable or not."

Shen Bingning patted Tao Ming's shoulder with her eyes to comfort her anxiety, and then smiled and said, "Flowers are born to complement beauties. I think it's perfect."

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and pointed to the rose bushes in full bloom behind him: "Since the Queen has no objection, please proceed."

Shen Bingning gritted her teeth secretly, and based on the principle of enduring for the time being, she lifted her skirt and stepped into the sea of ​​flowers. But after only a few steps, the hem of her skirt was torn by the small thorns on the flower stems.

Most women would have given up if faced with such embarrassment, but Shen Bingning didn't care. Since her dress was already torn, she just didn't care and strode into the depths.

Isn't this obviously embarrassing her?

Then it’s your wish!

After much difficulty, Shen Bingning plucked a rose, stepped out quickly, and handed it to Xiao Yi: "Here you go."

Unexpectedly, the other party did not even raise his eyelids: "The Queen's action was too hasty, and the flower is not gorgeous enough."

"..."

Tolerance has a knife on its head!

Without saying anything, Shen Bingning turned around and stepped into the flowers again...

"How about this one?"

He forced a smile.

"The petals are slightly wilted."

"What about this one?"

The smile on his lips has completely disappeared.

“It’s so inconspicuous.”

"..."

Okay, okay, you want to play, right?

Shen Bingning returned from the flowers for the nth time, with a hint of anger in her eyes.

She was sure that no matter how good the flowers she picked were, Xiao Yi would be picky.

In that case, don't blame her for being rude!

Shen Bingning gritted her teeth, stretched out her hands, and ran straight to the blooming rose in front of her.

Without any hesitation, she went straight for the flower stem.

The sharp thorn mercilessly pierced her tender palm, leaving a few tiny scars. Blood slowly flowed out, forming a sharp contrast with her fair skin, which was extremely glaring.

As if the pain wasn't enough, she increased her strength, allowing more blood to seep out.

After a series of actions, her right hand was already covered in blood.

Looking at the results of her self-abuse, Shen Bingning nodded silently, feeling satisfied.

In this way, Xiao Yi should feel better when he sees her miserable condition, and maybe he will let her go?

Enduring the severe pain on her palm, she adjusted her expression, picked up a rose, walked towards the two of them, raised her hand and asked:

"how about this?"

"Do not--"

As expected, Xiao Yi wanted to refuse before he even looked at the flowers, but when he caught a glimpse of the eye-catching bright red, he swallowed the words back.

Become!

You should let me go now, right?

Shen Bingning was secretly delighted, but unexpectedly her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly. The powerful force made her lose her balance. She staggered a few steps and faced his cold eyes.

It was strange. I thought he would be in a better mood after seeing how miserable I was, but he seemed to become even gloomier.

His eyes were cold, focused on her bloodstained hands, and his brows were furrowed:

"Picking a flower can hurt you like this, when did you become so stupid?"

After saying this, he suddenly ordered:

"Call the imperial physician!"

Shen Bingning was stunned, not knowing what was going on.

The imperial physician almost rushed over. He was over fifty years old and was still running wildly with the first aid kit in his hand, as if he would be beheaded if he was a second slower.

After a brief examination, the imperial physician trembled as he took out the ointment and prepared to treat her wound, but was stopped by Xiao Yi:

"That's enough. Back off."

"Yes."

Shen Bingning stared at the ointment on the table, feeling puzzled.

Do you want to medicate yourself?

Just as he was about to take action, the ointment fell into Xiao Yi's hands.

"?"

Shen Bingning looked at Xiao Yi in surprise, only to see him slowly open the lid, hold her wrist with one hand, and with the other hand, dip a little ointment with his fingertips and gently apply it on her wound.

Although the movements appear rough, they are actually extremely gentle and almost painless.