Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 759: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Three quarters past the hour of Yin, at the palace gate.

When Wen Yu arrived at the palace gate, the imperial guards were already waiting.

The imperial guards stood in silence, torches flickering in the wind, turning the snow curtain into blood red.

In this solemn and murderous scene, a snow-colored figure was particularly eye-catching.

He Yingxue stood at the bottom of the steps wearing a snow fox fur coat, the silver hairpin in her hair motionless, and an emerald key-shaped jade pendant around her neck glowed faintly in the firelight.

She stood still with her head bowed, like an ice sculpture.

Wen Yu paused imperceptibly.

"Why are you here?" His voice was colder than the wind wrapped in ice. "Aren't you sick?"

He Yingxue raised her eyes, a faint smile appeared on her pale face: "Wen..."

She suddenly changed her words, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the jade pendant around her neck.

"Your Majesty, I have recovered from my cold."

When He Yingxue turned sideways, the jade key pendant swayed slightly.

"Imperial Doctor Shen also said that I am fine now."

She didn't know how she suddenly came back.

But in modern society, she went to a temple to solve her doubts, and the master there gave her a jade key pendant and said, "Everything has its own destiny."

As a result, I just put it on and it came back.

And she learned from Han Su Hanzhi what happened after she left.

It must be that the original owner's soul has not yet dissipated.

"Your Majesty." Shen Qihe stepped forward and saluted, his official robes rustling in the wind. "The imperial concubine's pulse is stable. She has indeed recovered."

Wen Yu's gaze moved between the two of them, finally settling on Shen Qihe's drooping brows.

He covered up for Duan Ning because he was not a member of the Queen Mother's party, but a spy from the General's Mansion?

Wen Yu raised a sneer at the corner of his lips: "Since there is nothing else, then go."

But the person chosen by the General’s Mansion... is really an eyesore.

He Yingxue accepted the order, thanked the emperor, and went to sit in the sedan chair.

The team marched towards the Taimiao in a mighty manner.

Su Zhenhe followed at the end with a frown on his face.

He couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried. The Imperial Ancestral Temple had its own imperial kitchen, so why did His Majesty insist on having him, the head of the Imperial Kitchen, accompany him?

The sudden imperial edict last night was like a hot potato.

On the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, Taimiao.

After the snow stopped, the copper bells on the eaves jingled in the cold wind.

A three-meter-high flame had burned in the bronze tripod in front of the main hall of the Taimiao.

Wen Yu stood on the steps wearing a black sacrificial robe, the jade belt around his waist glowing green in the firelight.

Civil and military officials were lined up on both sides, with He Yingxue standing at the head of the ladies.

Shen Qihe and Su Zhenhe were hidden among the crowd.

As the director of the Imperial Observatory, Lin Wuxia was standing in a position where he needed to observe celestial phenomena in order to pray for blessings.

"Sacrifice——"

The chief ceremonial officer gave a shout, and eight eunuchs slowly stepped forward carrying wine jars.

This is the ancestral system of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At the end of the year, when offering sacrifices to ancestors, the emperor would drink yellow wine with his ministers in order to pray for good weather and good harvests in the coming year.

Wen Yu took the jade bowl, and the icy water created tiny ripples in the bowl.

"drink--"

The ceremonial officer's drawn-out voice echoed over the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and Wen Yu slowly raised the green jade bowl.

The icy yellow wine glowed with an amber luster in the sunlight, reflecting his stern eyebrows.

The moment the edge of the bowl touched his lips, his pupils suddenly contracted——

There are words on the bottom of the bowl.

Eight small blue characters gradually emerged like ghosts:

Even if the skin is painted and the bones are changed, it is still not the true appearance.

The wine solidified into an icy blade in his throat.

Someone knows his secret!

Wen Yu's knuckles turned white, but he showed no sign of it on his face.

"what!"

He Yingxue suddenly screamed, and the jade bowl exploded in her hand, with fragments mixed with wine splashing everywhere.

The altar fell silent for a moment.

"It is extremely disrespectful for Concubine Xuan to be in the Imperial Temple!" Wen Yu's voice was colder than broken ice, "Take her out immediately."

Yan Wujiu led the imperial guards and stepped forward quickly. The sound of the iron armor colliding was terrifying.

He Yingxue stumbled to the imperial steps, pointing at the fragments with trembling fingers: "I didn't mean to be mean... There are words on the bottom of the bowl... It's blue, I..."

Her cry was like a drop of water falling into a frying pan.

All officials hurriedly checked their wine bowls.

Amid the exclamations, more and more blue words appeared at the bottom of the bowl.

"Escort!"

Yan Wujiu's sword was already three inches out of its sheath.

Wen Yu raised his hand to stop him, his wide black sleeves rustling in the wind.

He looked at the blue words on the bottom of the bowl: "It seems that someone... wants me to have a good new year. Yan Wujiu, check it out immediately."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

On the observation platform, Lin Wuxia's green jade cup cracked with a fine line.

There were at least a hundred civil and military officials participating in the ceremony.

There are words on the bottom of each bowl.

He is really patient.

The chess piece...cannot be kept.

**

In the cold palace at this time.

A big fire was burning in the yard.

Song Yuesheng stood aside and threw the last stack of yellowed pages into the fire.

The thick smoke swirled up, drawing a distorted trail in the clear sky after the snow.

"Ah-"

She suddenly sneezed, rubbed her red nose, and looked up in the direction of the Taimiao.

At this time...it's time to drink during the ancestor worship ceremony.

"Madam, what are you burning? There's so much smoke."

Zhenshu came over with a broom, but was choked by the thick smoke and started coughing.

Song Yuesheng blinked, the firelight making her eyes sparkle: "Secret."

She casually threw a handful of ashes into the wind.

“The less you know, the longer you live.”

She stayed up for several nights to prepare for today's "divine punishment".

It is relatively simple to make a transparent starch solution from sweet potatoes.

The most troublesome thing is to boil iodine water from kelp.

Boil, filter and distill to remove odor and fishy smell...

She adjusted the concentration of the solution over and over again, and several blisters appeared on her fingertips due to the burns.

The experiment was brutal.

The first time, the handwriting was too faint and I couldn’t see it clearly.

The second time, the solution seeped out of the bottom of the bowl and dyed the table blue.

the third time......

Ugh.

It brings tears to my eyes just by talking about it.

I can only say... Fortunately, I learned a similar major in my previous mission.

Zhenshu looked at the faint smile on Song Yuesheng's lips and tactfully didn't ask any more questions.

The queen looked like this, there must be something to be happy about.

She was about to turn around and leave with the broom in her arms when she suddenly cried out "Ouch!" and hurried back, slapping her head in annoyance.

"Look at my memory! I almost forgot something important."

"His Royal Highness Prince Yi sent a few pieces of cloth a few days ago."

Zhenshu's eyes sparkled, "Zhiqi said, if you have time today, I will make two new clothes for you. Let me ask you what patterns you like."

Song Yuesheng laughed.

"Not now."

Seeing that Zhenshu was about to speak, she advised him gently, "Don't work so hard all the time. You and Zhiqi should rest when you need to. Learn from Eunuch Wu. After he finishes his work, he drinks tea and rests every day. I don't know how comfortable it is."

Zhenshu tightened his grip on the broom handle.

"But...if we don't do something, we'll feel sorry for the queen for treating us so well..."

"stop!"

Song Yuesheng raised his index finger to his lips and pretended to be stern, "No sentimentality."

Seeing the little maid's eyes redden, she softened her tone, "The cold palace is not a place to live for a long time. You will be busy in the future. Go and rest now."

Zhenshu was stunned: "Madam, you..."

Song Yuesheng put his index finger to his lips and whispered, "Rest now for the future, understand?"