This palace comes back in this life, only to be Nian Shilan

"Your Majesty, what are you talking about? Even if Your Majesty doesn't come, I will still go and invite you." Hua Fei laughed and said these polite words.

She was also wondering whether the incense burning in Yikun Palace was Huanyi incense. Even if it was Huanyi incense 2.0, she was tired of the smell and hadn't used it for a long time.

But we are outside the temple now, so it’s not a big problem.

She was still careless. She was promoted today, and she estimated that the emperor would come in the evening. Moreover, because the emperor sprained his waist last time, her green card had not been put up. It would be impossible...

Careless.

"It's really lively here today." The emperor looked at his concubines, each with a flushed face. It was still afternoon and drinking was against etiquette, but let it go today.

Moreover, he felt that they were happy just now, but now their faces were all stiff.

Or maybe I scared them myself.

If there was no Huan Yixiang in the Yiku Palace, he wouldn't mind them coming and going.

Just now, a fragrance wafted out of the palace wall, and a graceful song attracted the emperor who originally wanted to go to Shoukang Palace to visit the empress dowager.

The voice of the singer sounded familiar, but the emperor felt that he had never heard this song before.

I didn't expect Rong'er to sing other songs so beautifully.

I didn't notice it on weekdays.

On the stone table, there were skewers of meat and mushrooms, emitting an enticing aroma. The imperial kitchen would occasionally serve skewers of meat, but the taste and seasoning were not as strong as those in Concubine Hua's palace.

After all, the imperial kitchen has its own set of standards for preparing meals, and the amount of seasonings used cannot be excessive.

Although the imperial meal is delicious, it still tastes bland.

The grilled skewers in Yiku Palace were specially developed by Lingzhi after studying the tastes of the ladies.

For example, Concubine Hui and Concubine Jing have light tastes, but Concubine Qi, Concubine An, Concubine Xin and their own master, Concubine Hua, prefer food with stronger flavors.

Especially the spicy hot pot, Concubine Hua’s mouth was full of red oil and she couldn’t stop eating.

Therefore, when preparing the meal, Lingzhi served the food on each empress's plate according to their taste.

The emperor's appetite was aroused by what he saw. He picked up a skewer of roasted lamb in front of him and took a bite. Lamb is usually served in the palace in winter, but how could it be so delicious in early summer?

The position held by the emperor was originally occupied by Concubine Xin, so the roasted lamb was naturally seasoned by Lingzhi according to Concubine Xin's taste.

Xin Chang watched the emperor eat one string of rice and then another, and Concubine Hua poured him another glass of wine. Her fists were clenched.

"Bad luck! Really bad luck!" Xin Chang's mind popped up the words that Sister Qi Fei had just said.

Naturally, one would not dare to utter such outrageous remarks.

After tasting the lamb skewers on Xin Chang's plate, the emperor picked up a string of grilled mushrooms on a plate farther away.

That was the food on Concubine Jing's plate, and of course, the Emperor arrived before she had even touched it.

Concubine Jing's taste was light, and the emperor found it bland, so he put it down. "Mushrooms don't absorb flavor easily. It's not as good as the roasted lamb we just had. If you add more seasonings, it will be even better."

Concubine Jing looked at the half stick that the emperor put down and couldn't help but clench her fists.

I couldn't help but think of Concubine Qi's words, "Bad luck!"

It turns out that bad luck can also mean this.

All the bricks counted over the years have been in vain.