Chapter 170 Dumplings in a boiling pot, selling with the emperor's family

Xue Qianwu walked back to Ganlin Courtyard and still felt like a dream. She didn't know which mistake Zhao Qian made, and the rapid change of the situation was too unexpected for her. On the contrary, Si Luan looked very surprised, and his eyes flashed with a wishful of ambition.

I always felt something was wrong. I sat by the bed and didn't feel sleepy. I called Si Luan over and opened my mouth to ask, but I didn't know which sentence to start from. After being stunned for a long time, he smiled and said, "Although I am still in Ganlin's courtyard these days, I am already a member of the Tian family. From now on, you will be the master here!"

Si Luan looked tight and didn't say anything, as if she was unhappy. Rugu corrected, "Girl, you are wrong! Why is it the master here? She must have her own place to live, which is countless times better than here! How can this kind of wasteland carry her?

Xue Qianwu woke up and said with a smile, "Yes. Seeing that I was slow to respond, I didn't think about this. It was time to change to a good place to live.

Si Luan didn't like to talk more about this topic and reluctantly smiled, "The prince is just to relieve the girl, just promise like that for a while. Maybe it's possible to forget it after saying it. When the girl and Ru Gu said something about their master, they really broke me. As for the bedroom, forget it, it's better to live with the girl.

"Good, what are you talking about?" Xue Qianwu really has a headache. She and the prince are talking and doing strangely one by one, which is too puzzling.

Si Luan said some casual gossip again and went to sleep. After she left, Ru Gu whispered to Xue Qianwu, "You don't know... What happened tonight is completely my expectation. On the day of your illness, it was the prince invited by Silan, and Silan said to the prince... willing to serve him and have nothing else to ask for.

Xue Qianwu's head is as big as a fight. When did Si Luan get this kind of thought? What kind of feelings does she have for the prince?

For Silan, is it fortunate or unfortunate to be verbally awarded the title of "concubine" by the prince? They thought wildly and fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, I was awakened by the sound of firecrackers one after another. This is the serious Spring Festival. All the preparations made before are just to pave the way for this day. Xue Qianwu suddenly felt that he was one year older. It's just that it's not obvious. There is no obvious difference in appearance from when she first came here.

It's rare that Zhao Qian was still thinking about Ganlinyuan and sent four kinds of dumpling stuffing. Leek eggs, lean meat with celery, eggplant bamboo melon, fish-flavored chicken breast. The combination of meat and vegetables, the emerald green, makes people feel appetizing in winter. The three forgot the thrill of New Year's Eve. One of them was rolling dough and two were making dumplings. Xue Qianwu has always acted unconventionally. He made dumplings strangely and gave up a large number of special names, such as "Sending Son Guanyin", "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea", "Sinking Fish and Falling Wild Goose", "Blue Sky Eret" and so on.

Rugu's ears are stuffed with a variety of dumplings. Finally, he prayed and said, "You should remember something easy to remember!" Like the flat and stuffed one, it's called 'Taiping'; the bulged and cracked one is called 'belly'... It's so hard to remember?"

Xue Qianwu almost threw his face out with a smile: "You are visualization, and mine is artistic conception! It can't be confused at all!"

Si Luan said with a lot of heart, "I don't know if anyone can see it when the dumpling filling comes."

"You mean the princess?" Ru Gu asked.

Si Luan nodded: "In the eyes of outsiders, the prince will send dumpling fillings to Ganlinyuan, which will be because of my favor. But I know in my heart how fragile this pet is! Since it can't be called a favor, why did the prince put me in a situation that made everyone hate me?

Hearing this, Xue Qianwu couldn't help sighing at the thoroughness of Si Luan. It's just that the prince can't easily guess what he thinks.

Even if it's to relieve them, he doesn't have to pull Si Luan into his big harem. Judging from the current situation, Liu Cai is still very obedient on the surface.

The atmosphere is a little heavy for a while. When the dumplings are made, such as splitting firewood and making a fire, when the water boils, put the dumplings into the pot. Xue Qianwu looked at the dumplings sinking at the bottom of the pot. In the rolling water, they couldn't help floating, and some were even boiled. Suddenly, his heart moved and said to himself, "Cruise the color of jade and sell it to the imperial family. Once a woman enters the palace, it's like this dumpling in the pot. If you can't resist the power struggle, you will be boiled to pieces; if you barely hold on to the end, winning the favor of the master is just to satisfy the appetite of others.

Ru Gu was confused: "Why do women become dumplings?"

Si Luan was touched and replied in amazedly, "That's right. I feel that I am like a dumpling in a pot, which is about to be boiled before it floats up.

Xue Qianwu held her hand and asked, "Would you like to marry the prince?" Is it for his people or everything he has?

Si Luan shook his head, bit his lip and said, "I don't know. I only feel that when I embark on this road, I will not always be a driven little maid, and I will not be the most cowardly, do the heaviest work, and wear the most shabby clothes.

Xue Qianwu was speechless. While stirring dumplings with a spoon, he said, "There is the sadness of bitter people."

"I have no way out..." Silan stood behind Xue Qianwu, put his head on her shoulder, and said with tears, "I have always been very contradictory. I am not only eager to be the concubine of the prince, but also inexplicably afraid..."

Xue Qianwu carefully put out the dumplings and whispered, "I'm afraid to face it. The prince has said in front that he wants you to be a concubine, so there is no room to turn around. Even if he forgets to say this, you will be branded as a prince in your life and can no longer be surrendered to others. Even if you die alone."

"No! I don't want to be lonely!" Si Luan shook her head desperately.

Xue Qianwu sighed, "There is nothing to be afraid of loneliness. It is just a state of life. Emotional loneliness can be divided into several types: first, people who don't love each other, second, people who love each other are not together, third, sharing common husbands with many women, and fourth, all those who love and don't love are dead, leaving themselves alone. In fact, loneliness is not so terrible. After all, the two feelings in this world are so rare that many people can't wait to walk into the alley in advance.

"My loneliness in the future is the third category." Si Luan muttered.

Xue Qianwu said, "The third category is also good. There are achievements and excitement in loneliness. They won't let you relax."

"What should I do?" Si Luan looked at Xue Qianwu as a bystander, and Yun Danfeng said softly and couldn't help pinning his hopes on her.

Xue Qianwu picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks and looked at it and said, "Only fighting is the way to live. But you have to understand that I can see which one made hundreds of dumplings in the pot at a glance. Why?

"Because the shape is special?"

Xue Qianwu whispered, "Yes, it's not. If you want to fight, you must compete for the favor of your son. However, there are countless beauties in the harem. How can you make the prince unforgettable?

"Please give me some advice." Si Luan is in a dilemma.

Xue Qianwu laughed and said, "If I had experience in this field, wouldn't I be a fox spirit who confused the Lord in troubled times? But one thing, you can be infinitely good to a man, but don't change your temperament or pursuit for him. If you have no temperament and pursuit, you are the most mediocre one. A mediocre woman, just grab it on the street. How can it be unforgettable?

"Sexuality? Pursuit?" Si Luan asked incomprehensiblely, "Can I have it?"

"There are too many vulgar **, but your temperament must be refined." Xue Qianwu said, "That's all I can say. The next thing depends on your talent and understanding."

Si Luan thought for a while and whispered, "I don't have much talent in poetry and songs, and I started too late, so naturally I can't get credit. Usually, it can be edified, so that it is not too vulgar. From today on, I will leave the prince and practice a must-kill smile.

"What kind of smile can be regarded as a must-kill?" At this time, Xue Qianwu's knowledge was short-sighted.

"Have you ever seen the top card in the brothel?" Si Luan explained, "Although their smiles are charming, they all have a kind of erratic interest that makes people unable to explore."

"This..." Xue Qianwu said speechlessly, "It's really not easy to learn."

Si Luan gently scooped the dumplings, and there was a thin layer of water mist on his eyelashes: "If you want to get along, you have to learn the skills of taking care of the family."

Xue Qianwu said, "I didn't teach you anything, but I asked you to teach me."

The two were answering, but they saw that a bowl of Rugu had been eaten and stood up to hold another bowl. Sitting in front of the stove, he didn't say a word and ate with relish.

Xue Qianwu stared and said suspiciously, "Have you been concentrating on eating? Didn't you listen to me and Silan?

Rugu swallowed the whole dumpling, blushed and said vaguely, "After listening to the first few words, I don't understand. It's better to eat something delicious and reward your stomach.

Xue Qianwu and Si Luan looked at each other and sneered. If life can be as confused as Gu, it will be very happy.

When they were ready to eat, they found that the dumplings in the bowl were cold and the dumplings in the pot were rotten. It's not easy to find a few decent ones, but they are also soaked in soup. Rugu took a look at them and gave them the remaining half bowl of dumplings and said, "If I hadn't filled this bowl, I'm afraid you wouldn't even know what the dumpling tastes like!"

Xue Qianwu praised: "Si Luan, we are talking about the knowledge of dumplings, and we are hungry. The real knowledge is hidden in the sentence Rugu!"

Si Luan paused and thought about it. What's so profound if you don't taste like a grain?

Live in the present and enjoy in time! After this village, there is no that shop, which delays the proper heat. I'm afraid I can't even eat dumplings!" Xue Qianwu woke up. It seems to be saying to Si Luan and to herself.

Si Luan said foolishly, "What is my heat? I must stand out in the right heat! Otherwise, if it is not boiled, it will only be half cooked!"