Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

"Half a month ago, this palace asked everyone to go back and think about it. Do you have any good ideas for this year's New Year's Eve dinner? I don't know how everyone is thinking?"

The concubines took a sip of the **** soup and felt their bodies warm up. Several pairs of eyes looked at Du Xuechun, but no one spoke first, they were all watching.

Seeing that they were not talking, Du Xuechun chuckled twice: "My palace has discussed with the emperor. It is best to think of an idea that will allow everyone to participate, or set up a lottery to see who is the most blessed and can bring the New Year. The first prize."

With a good start, I saw that they were all active, and they all seemed to have quite good ideas.

The only person in the corner was sitting there very quietly, not fighting or grabbing, that was one of the beautiful ladies who had been promoted with those beautiful ladies in Yanxi Palace some time ago, calling for tolerance.

She is the daughter of the Minister of Household Affairs. I heard that there is an older sister in the family. Although she is not favored, she is not treated badly at home. She belongs to Xiaojiabiyu's type. Because her sister has already been married, she enters the palace on her behalf.

Du Xuechun felt happy when she first saw the woman, calm and elegant, and it was rare to have such a personality in this misty harem.

Therefore, Du Xuechun proposed to Feng Xuanche that she should be promoted to a nobleman, titled Jia, who is regarded as the highest rank among the group of beautiful women.

"Honorable man, do you have any good ideas?"

Du Xuechun suddenly called the name, and looked at the person in the most corner gently, including other people who heard the strange name, and then turned their eyes.

Seeing the woman in the tender green embroidered lily coat, I remembered that she was a beautiful girl who had just been promoted.

I saw the Jiagui stood up unhurriedly, took two steps forward, knelt down with one leg, and his voice was as soft as tea: "My concubine has an idea, but it's not a good idea. I should just listen to it and laugh. Up."

Du Xuechun looked at the woman with a slight smile on her side and her mouth. She couldn't learn such gentleness, but she felt pleasing to the eye just by looking at it: "It's okay, let this palace listen to it."

Noble Jia stood up and smiled very gracefully. The people in the room, including Concubine De and Concubine Shu, were all looking at her.

"Since we want to win prizes, we need an idea that is fair to everyone. My concubine is stupid and can only think of the idea of ​​using cooking skills to evenly share the colors."

"Cooking?"

Concubine Shu's complexion stiffened, she didn't know how to cook.

Seeing that people started to discuss it again, Du Xuechun coughed twice before raising her head and signalling Jiagui to continue: "You continue."

"Concubines think so, ladies and elder sisters, might as well cook their own special dishes, and serve them to the emperor on the New Year’s Eve banquet, but they can’t tell who made it. Wait for the emperor to tell which dishes. It's delicious, who owns that color head, what do you think?"

Do you cook?

Du Xuechun thoughtfully, this idea is not a good idea, but it is not bad. After all, this kind of cooking has both talents and acquired efforts, but it is all made by himself, and it is fair and let The emperor's blind guessing does not exist in favor of the emperor.

"The honourable person's proposal is pretty good, but what about others? What do you think? Or who has a better idea?"

Looking at the concubines who are full of the house again, some people have a sad look, while others are very interested. After all, not everyone can cook.

"I don't think this idea will work!"

The piercing sound was so far apart that it pierced people's eardrums with pain. Du Xuechun pursed her lips and looked in the direction of the door. As expected, she was the person she hated most.

Du Qingheng was wearing a snow-white silver fox fur cloak. As soon as he entered the door, he brought in a chill. The concubine who was sitting at the door suddenly felt the cold wind and sneezed fiercely. However, the culprit was very disgusted. He took a look at the concubine.

She strode to her seat and unceremoniously picked up the **** soup next to her, but she did not expect to be scalded with her tongue. She vomited all the **** soup out of her mouth with a "wow".

She threw the cup on the table angrily, with a look of disgust: "What's this? It's so spicy and hot, it's terrible!"

As soon as he came in, he kept yelling, making the faces of the crowd full of embarrassment a while. Who didn't know that it was the empress's feelings? Du Qingheng didn't know it, and he spoke rudely.

Du Xuechun was naturally extremely dissatisfied, but she didn't do it herself, just gave Mingying a look, and Mingying understood it instantly.

Du Qingheng was still expressing his dissatisfaction. Mingying had already held a brand new teapot to greet him: "That's the **** soup that our lady made for the little masters. Since the concubine doesn't like it, drink this. Right!"

Du Qingheng picked up the teacup and looked at the same color as the white water in the teacup, frowning, very suspicious Mingying: "What is this?"

"This is the best tea in the palace. Since the imperial concubine doesn't like to drink **** soup, then try this." Du Xuechun also opened his mouth, playing prestige in her palace. disagree.

Du Qingheng didn't hesitate to hear that it was the good stuff in Du Xuechun's palace. Who didn't know that all the good things the emperor had were sent to the queen's palace?

"Bah! Bah, baah!"

Taking a big mouthful, Du Qingheng was shaking all over, feeling that his teeth were about to fall, and the others couldn't help laughing.

"What the **** is this! I am dead!"

Mingying returned to Du Xuechun's side. The latter raised her eyebrows slightly, with a playful look on her face: "Oh, I'm really sorry. All of us drink **** soup, and no one drinks tea. I'm afraid this tea will It’s been kept outside for a long time, hot tea has become cold tea, but since the imperial concubine doesn’t want to drink **** soup, let’s reluctantly drink this cold tea."

I saw that the court lady beside Du Guifei was very quick to remove her **** soup, leaving only the teapot with cold tea. Du Qingheng was fighting a cold war just looking at it, but she asked for it. , No wonder who.

Seeing her deflated, Du Xuechun snorted from the bottom of her heart, then looked away: "Is anyone dissatisfied with the Jiagui's proposal?"

"Yes! Didn't I say just now, don't you agree?" Du Qingheng answered the question quite accurately. As soon as Du Xuechun's forefoot voice fell, she took it on the back foot.

"What does Du Guifei mean?"

"The Jiagui's proposal, I think I only think about herself?" Du Qingheng looked at the serene figure standing in the middle, his eyes full of mockery.

"Concubine I don't know what the imperial concubine means." Jiagui is not stupid, she can feel the dislike of Du Qingheng's intention.

"I heard that your culinary skills were brought up by your grandfather who was an imperial cook. Do you dare to say that your proposal was not for paving the way for yourself? Besides, there are so many in this palace who don’t know how to cook. People, do you let these people who don’t know how to cook, use the New Year’s Eve banquet to show their ugliness?"