The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

The queen glanced at Zhuang Zihan's back and said nothing.

This noble lady Zhuang was spoiled by her mother's family, which is why she is so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.

She has a father who is a prime minister, but for any concubine with a high position in the palace, whose father or brother does not have a certain status in the court?

If you still don't know how to restrain yourself, you will fall into trouble in the palace sooner or later.

However, she had no relatives or friends with Concubine Zhuang, so naturally she was not so kind as to remind her.

Concubine Rong didn't say a word from beginning to end.

His eyes swept back and forth between Li Xian and Xu Haoting who was in his arms, with a hint of confusion on his face.

If she didn't know that Xu Haoting was the eldest son of the Xu family, she would have thought that they were brothers.

From a certain angle they do look somewhat similar.

When she came to Beijing with her parents, the former queen had already become the prince's consort, and she did not have the chance to meet him. When she entered the harem, the former queen was already bedridden.

So we don’t know what the late queen looked like.

After the interlude ended, Song Yuntang bowed to everyone.

"I suppose your Majesty and all the other ladies and princes are here to soak in the hot springs at Wangxu Villa? Since I'm free right now, how about I serve as your guide?"

Seeing that Li Junyao showed no sign of disgust, the queen nodded.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, County Master."

"You're welcome, my lady."

Song Yuntang made a gesture to invite people outside the pavilion.

"Dear guests, please come in."

After saying that, he winked at Xia Ning, asking her to take care of Hao Ting, and he led Jinshu into the villa.

In addition to the medicinal spring, the villa also has special cakes, snacks, flower tea, milk tea, and various fruit wines. In addition, there are chefs introduced from Mingyue Tower.

Soaking in the hot spring while drinking fruit wine and milk tea, after relieving all fatigue, coming out of the medicinal spring and enjoying the delicious food in the villa, it is so comfortable.

If you have enough time, there are houses and corridors in the middle of each hot spring for guests to have fun, guessing riddles, throwing pots, passing flowers to the drum, shadow puppetry, massage and trickle bathing.

A Cuju field and a horse farm are being built on the back mountain.

Fireworks are also set off during festivals.

Since the shop is opening today, fireworks will naturally be set off.

Many people waited from day to night for this fireworks display.

After Xu Qingye finished his work at the Hanlin Academy and returned home, he saw that Song Yuntang had not returned yet, so he rode to Wangxu Villa.

It was getting dark when he arrived.

Walking up the stone steps illuminated by lanterns on both sides, when I stepped on the last step, fireworks suddenly burst above my head.

The man smiled knowingly, looked around, and finally stopped in one direction.

His eyes reflected the image of a woman with pink and white camellia flowers on her temples, holding her son and pointing excitedly at the fireworks blooming in the sky.

The child clapped his hands and laughed, and his laughter was very pleasant to the ear.

Inadvertently, Song Yuntang looked in the direction of Xu Qingye, and when he saw him, there was joy in his eyes.

She whispered in her son's ear, "Haoting, Daddy is here."

Xiao Haoting looked back, quickly slid off Song Yuntang, and stumbled towards Xu Qingye with his arms open.

"Daddy."

Xu Qingye squatted down, took him in his arms, and walked towards his wife.

At this moment, the last firework bloomed in the sky.

Song Yuntang withdrew his gaze, and although there was fatigue in his eyes, they were still clear.

"How did you come?"

"I'm here to take you and Hao Ting home." He held Hao Ting in one hand and took her hand with the other. "Can we go now?"

"it is good."

Song Yuntang nodded and walked down the mountain with Xu Qingye's help.

……

Since the war broke out in the western border, Xu Wencheng has not written home for several months.

It is already the twelfth lunar month.

That day, Jinshu hurried to the main hall with the letter.

"Madam, the Second Master has sent a letter."

Song Yuntang took the letter she handed over, and seeing that there was no special indication of who was to open it, he opened the envelope in front of Xu Yongwang's Jiang.

Jiang had been extremely worried as she hadn't heard from her second son for such a long time.

She picked up Hao Ting from the ground.

"Tang'er, what did Wencheng say?"

Song Yuntang smiled faintly, "He said that he has made many meritorious contributions recently and has been promoted by the General of Zhenxi to the rank of Lieutenant General. Moreover, the sweet potatoes planted at the beginning of the year have a bumper harvest in the Western Regions. The yield is very impressive and can fully support hundreds of thousands of soldiers at the border until next spring."

Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good. With food, we can fill our stomachs and have the strength to fight." Then he asked, "Is there anything else?"

Song Yuntang shook his head and handed the letter to her.

"That's all. Mother, you can take a look. The handwriting is indeed Wencheng's."

Xu Yongwang stepped forward and took the letter from Song Yuntang. Although he missed her in his heart, he was not forgiving in his words.

"Only that brat could write such a lousy handwriting. No one else could imitate it even if they wanted to."

But as long as the war continues, these parents will be worried.

In the evening, Xu Qingye returned home with a slightly solemn expression.

Seeing this, Song Yuntang hurriedly asked, "But what happened?"

Xu Qingye, who was sitting next to the low table, looked in her direction and held her hand.

"Wencheng was severely injured and nearly died. The defense of the western border is difficult, and the reinforcements from the northern border have been repeatedly delayed by King Heng. Three months have passed and they still haven't arrived. The situation is not optimistic."

Song Yuntang was puzzled.

"What on earth does this Prince Heng want to do? Rebellion?"

According to the normal marching speed, it would take three months to travel from the northern border to the western border.

He hasn't arrived yet, so who knows what evil tricks he's planning.

Xu Qingye didn't say anything, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

Song Yuntang continued, "No wonder Wencheng hadn't written home in the past few months. He did write today, but he didn't mention his injury. He only said that he had performed meritorious service and was promoted to Lieutenant General by the General of Zhenxi. He also said that the sweet potato harvest in the western border was abundant and could sustain the soldiers on the border through next winter."

Xu Qingye nodded.

"Don't tell my parents about Wencheng's injury first, so as not to worry them."

Song Yuntang nodded. "I don't know if the medicine I gave him before is enough. I'll make some more tomorrow and have someone send it to the Western Territory as quickly as possible."

A few days ago, in order to make fireworks, some saltpeter was transported from a farm in Cile Town.

If I were to mix explosives, I wouldn't know how to adjust the proportions.

Winning more with less is the most convenient way.

……

The next day, Song Yuntang was making medicine at home when Fan Chihai came.

"Princess Le'an, His Majesty has sent for me to come to the palace."

"Enter the palace?" Song Yuntang took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and placed it in Fan Chihai's hand. "Eunuch, do you know why His Majesty wants to see me?"

Fan Chihai leaned close to her ear.

"It's related to the sweet potatoes grown in the West."

Song Yuntang understood, asked Fan Chihai to wait for her for a while, changed her clothes, took a set of drawings and followed him into the palace.

Today I met the emperor again in the imperial study.

Li Junyao sat behind the desk and looked up at her.

"Princess Le'an, I heard that the sweet potatoes planted by the soldiers in the Western Regions were provided by you at the beginning of the year?"