Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1901

Xiao Shuzi retreated to the corridor with a sad face and almost bumped into the person who came.

When he saw clearly that it was Bei Hui wearing an apricot-colored cloak, he bowed hurriedly, "Sister Bei Hui!"

Xiao Shuzi was particularly respectful to the capable maidservant who was in charge of the princess's affairs. She was the recognized daughter of his benefactor, Qi Gong.

Bei Hui adjusted the silver hairpin beside her temples, glanced at the closed door, and lowered her voice with understanding, "The emperor hasn't had his meal yet?"

The little tree shook his head bitterly.

Bei Hui smiled and said, "The princess had expected this to happen." She opened the food box, and a scent of medicine mixed with the sweetness of chicken soup immediately wafted out. "Partridge stewed with Sichuan loquat is the best for reducing internal heat."

When the gilded porcelain cup was presented to the table, Xiao Shuzi said cautiously, "Master, this is the princess's heartfelt gift. Please..."

Emperor Zhaowu finally sighed and put down the confession in his hand.

When Xiao Shuzi saw that his master did not refuse, he was immediately delighted.

He deftly took out a silver spoon for testing poison from his sleeve and carefully scooped up a spoonful of clear soup under the candlestick.

When the edge of the silver spoon touched the porcelain cup, a clear "ding" sound was made, which was particularly crisp in the quiet room.

He held his breath and raised the spoon to his lips. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he took out a special silver needle and inserted it into the bone.

After confirming that the needle was still bright, he carefully sipped half a spoonful. After his Adam's apple rolled three times, he quietly pinched his pulse and silently counted twenty breaths - this was the poison testing rule handed down from the ancestors of the Shangshenjian.

"Master, everything is fine." Xiao Shuzi breathed a sigh of relief and scooped the soup again with a brand new mutton-fat jade bowl.

As the amber soup poured down from the spout, it drew out fine golden threads, which were the oil spots of the stewed partridge bone marrow under the candlelight. At the bottom of the bowl were two translucent pieces of loquat meat, which trembled slightly with the soup, like a ruyi carved from topaz.

Emperor Zhaowu's eyes were finally attracted by the bowl of warm and misty soup. When his fingertips touched the warm bowl wall, Xiao Shuzi clearly saw the emperor's tense brows relax slightly.

"My royal sister is so thoughtful." He knew how simple Anxia's meals were on weekdays, so this must be a special meal prepared for him.

He scooped a spoonful of clear soup into his mouth, and felt the fragrance and warmth melting between his lips and teeth.

He was self-disciplined, but tonight he made an exception and drank two extra bowls of soup and ate a lot of meat.

"Master, does it taste good?" Xiao Shuzi asked happily.

The food goes into the master's mouth, and he is satisfied. He is worried that the master will become thinner and thinner in such a place, and what will happen if he gets a hidden disease in the future.

"This is the most delicious soup I have ever tasted in my life." Emperor Zhaowu wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, still feeling unsatisfied.

I can’t say why, but I feel like I’ve been drinking soup with this flavor for several lifetimes.

The taste is very familiar.

It was as if he had known the imperial sister for several lifetimes... He stood up and went for a walk outside the yard to help digest his food. As he walked, he came to Shi Anxia's yard.

The guard was about to speak to pass on the message, but Emperor Zhaowu raised his hand to stop him. He stopped at the carved door and looked inside through the half-rolled bead curtain.

The gilded coiled-branch lamps in the warm room cast a warm halo of light. Shi Anxia had shed the dignity that came with her palace dress and was now like an ordinary woman, with her hair loosely tied up in a homely bun.

She was holding her daughter, and she was teasing the child with a cloth tiger in her slender fingers. The wide sleeves of her moon-white dress slipped down to her elbows, revealing a mutton-fat jade bracelet on her wrist.

Her brows were as gentle as water, and she kissed her daughter's soft face, "Our Er Er is the most sensible, she knows to leave all the good things for her younger sister to play with."

Er Er was quiet, but she would also act like a spoiled child, and would lean into her mother's arms. Her little body was soft, and it warmed Shi Anxia's heart.