The maid of honor is the queen In the main hall of Nuanxin Hall, there was a table of Eight Immortals with ten people sitting on it. The lacquer surface had just been moistened, and now it looked brand new. After a while, dinner was served, and Fu Qiaoyan looked at it carefully, but it was in the middle of the rules, not as colorful as usual. There are two kinds of porridge, one sweet and one salty, four dishes of cold dishes, hot dishes and dim sum, and the staple food is only soup dumplings and steamed dumplings. There are many kinds of fillings. Fu Qiaoyan went to look at the hot dishes again, a Sixi roast meat, a glutinous rice taro white meat, all delicious and convenient steamed vegetables. Even if the master of the imperial kitchen is not present, he can do things well. When dinner was arranged in the hall, Fu Qiaoyan went in and said, “Your Majesty, dinner is ready.” Rong Jintang folded the drawing in his hand, handed it to Shen Ling with the fire blunderbuss, and strode out. Fu Qiaoyan beckoned Xiao Huangmen to clean his hands and face, and helped him roll up his sleeves beside him: “How will the seats be placed later?” Rong Jintang threw the wet veil to Xiao Huangmen and turned to look at the Eight Immortals table. “Cousin is from my own family. There are not so many rules.” The meaning of this is that they can eat at the same table without being too taboo. Fu Qiaoyan nodded and asked Liu Ye to put the bowls and chopsticks together, which relieved him. Rong Jintang must be sitting in the main seat, Fu Qiaoyan sitting on his right hand, Shen Ling sitting on the left hand, just symmetrical and neat. A meal is very silent. Shen Ling didn't like to talk, so there was nothing to say after a meal. Fu Qiaoyan didn't know what to say when he first saw him. As a result, Rong Jintang thought about the fire blunderbuss and had a quiet meal. Quiet is better,Adhesive fish ruler, Fu Qiaoyan used freely, until after the meal Shen Ling should return to the fire Feng camp, Rong Jintang rarely got up to see him off. Fu Qiaoyan followed far behind, pacing neither far nor near. Rong Jintang and Shen Ling walked ahead. After a moment's silence, Rong Jintang said, “You often go home when you are free. My aunt should miss you very much.” The aunt he said was Shen Ling's mother, the first wife of Shen Changxi, the former Marquis of Zhenguo. Nuo, just busy on the mountain, I really can't spare time. Rong Jintang paused. He looked up at the stars in the sky and said in a low voice, “Besides you, there are two deputy commanders and three chief soldiers in the Fire Phoenix Camp. What are they doing there?” Shen Ling was stunned. After Shen Changxi passed away, he plunged into the Huofeng Camp, thinking of driving the Wu Tartars out of Dayue. He was so busy that he couldn't go home twice a year. Even the youngest son in the family was babbling, tape measure clip ,Walking tape measure, and he didn't have time to praise him. Rong Jintang did not know in the first two years. The Shen family did not publicize their personality. Every time my aunt came to the palace to visit her mother, she smiled and never talked about the difficulties at home. Shen Ling's wife, too, always said interesting things about her youngest son, and there were no superfluous words. It was not until Rong Jintang ascended the throne and had more opportunities to meet Shen Ling because of the Huofeng Camp that he knew these secrets. Rong Jintang could not help sighing and said in all earnestness, “Cousin, you have just passed the weak crown now. The Fire Phoenix Camp is just a small step. You have to bring out all the commanding soldiers before you can go to a higher place.” He was a few years younger than Shen Ling, but these words were quite mature, and he could be regarded as confiding in him. Shen Ling was silent for a moment and saluted him: “Nuo, thank you for your advice.” “Go ahead and don't push yourself too hard.” Shen Ling saluted again and then retreated. The moment the door of Bibo Palace closed, Rong Jintang vaguely saw a familiar tall and straight figure. It was Dayue's former God of war, their general Shen Changxi. In that year, when the black horse invaded, Shen Changxi was killed in battle, and the border was covered with rivers of blood. Countless soldiers were buried in the loess, and only the tomb was erected in their homes. Rong Jintang closed his eyes, and when he looked back, he was still the handsome young emperor of Dayue. Let's go. “Rong Jintang asked Fu Qiaoyan to come to his side and took her soft hand habitually.” The hot spring here is very good. I'll take you to try it. “ Fu Qiaoyan felt that he was not in a good mood and knew that the burden on his shoulders was heavy, so he could not help feeling sorry for him. The late emperor was also eighteen years old when he ascended the throne, but at that time the country was prosperous and the people were peaceful, and he was the crown prince, which was quite different from what Rong Jintang faced. It seemed that Rong Jintang had good fortune. He was neither the legitimate son nor the eldest son. All the adult princes in front of him were defeated, but he got the green eye of the late emperor and became the successor emperor. This is a rare honor, everyone wants to sit on the golden Dragon Chair, everyone wants to wear the dark clothes, but no one cares whether the Dragon Chair is cold or not, whether the clothes are heavy or not. But since we want to enjoy the most noble glory between heaven and earth, we must shoulder the heaviest responsibility. Fu Qiaoyan knew that Rong Jintang was not a person who would give up. He could take responsibility and was willing to take responsibility. Maybe that's why the late emperor chose him. The foreign invasion is not over, the internal disaster is constant, the great Yue calendar is prosperous for a hundred years, and finally comes to this stormy day. It depends on whether the young emperor can stand upright between heaven and earth, and whether he can hold on to the century-old inheritance of Dayue. For a moment, even Fu Qiaoyan raised some inexplicable ambition, she suddenly felt that she was extremely lucky, she was with him at the moment, with him to witness all this. Rong Jintang sees her eye is straight, also do not know what is meditating, cannot help asking her: “What is thinking?” Yeah, what was she thinking? Fu Qiaoyan's heart was filled with all kinds of answers, but in the end it turned into the simplest sentence. I'm thinking that your Majesty is a good emperor. Fu Qiaoyan looked up at him, and his eyes were full of traces of falling stars. Rong Jintang also laughed, and his laughter was so clear that it startled the birds in the mountains. Then I thank the empress for her appreciation. Fu Qiaoyan's little face suddenly turned red. She went on talking for a long time, but she still didn't say anything. What she said just now was really the most honest reaction in her heart. Rong Jintang pinched her hand and led her around the Warm Hall to a palace in the back. Nuanchang Hall is behind the hillside, along the bluestone path, around the tall banyan tree,Pi tape measure, look up and see a palace built on the hill. It seemed to be completely buckled in the mountains, and there was nothing wrong with it. “There are several soup pools here,” said Rong Jintang. “This one in the Tao Pavilion is the best.” 。 tapemeasure.net