Chapter 740

Because of the Royal Sacrifice, the palace of King Jue began to be busy.

In fact, if it was the Royal Sacrifice in previous years, there were not so many things to prepare. However, this year, muqingge also went with her. In addition, muqingge was still pregnant with a child, so everything had to be considered for her.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation make housekeepers afraid of being careless.

Among them, eating is the most important.

It's very bad for the housekeeper because he can't eat meat. Every day, he asks people to look for all kinds of nutritious and delicious vegetables.

After the collection, we also pay attention to the way of doing things. We should make something suitable for the taste of Mu Qingge, lest she doesn't like it.

Of course, there are a lot of tonics, all of which are plant-based, and animal tonics such as Xueyan dare not take them. They can only be used to make medicinal soup, and the taste is different every time.

The housekeeper was busy writing, but she didn't know about these songs, because she was good at eating, but she didn't ask much.

The housekeeper naturally knows that mu Qingge is not coquettish, but he and Rong Jue are not at ease and care about it. They are afraid that something might go wrong.

After several days of busyness, the housekeeper went to rongjue with a sad face and a notebook: "Lord, I'm still a little worried. My wife's stomach is almost eight months old. It's hard work and the mountain is cold and humid. Can't my wife not go?"

Rong Jue looked at the documents and looked up at him. "Why, are you worried?"

The housekeeper looked at him and nodded softly, "yes."

"Ge'er has always been in good health. Recently, Hua Yiran is here, and she's happy to be accompanied. What you're worried about won't happen." When Rong Jue said that, he drew back his eyes and was about to continue to look at the documents in his hand, but he thought of something and twisted his eyebrows: "you are so anxious, but what things have not been done well?"

"Not either." The housekeeper took a look at Rong Jue. He didn't know what to say. Since he could see his anxiety at a glance, and guess that he was worried, it proved that he was also upset. Maybe his anxiety was even worse than him, but he didn't show it.

Rong Jue gently put the document on the desk, "if you have any idea, just say it."

"This..." the housekeeper sighed, "I'm still worried about my wife."

Rong Jue glanced at the paper on the table. His long eyelashes trembled for a moment. He didn't say any words to appease him. He only said faintly, "just do what you should do well."

"Yes." When the housekeeper heard this, he knew that Rong Jue thought more than him, so he stopped blocking him. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and said, "Lord, you know that your wife likes meat and medicine. You have little water in the mountains every day, and you have to drink tonic. Can't your wife stand it?"

"No Rong Jue's eyes were soft. "If the king forced her to eat less than half a bowl of rice, she would be happier. She would have fun."

Housekeeper listen to, also can't help laughing, madam really play heart is quite heavy, love to play love to move.

"Fengting mountain is beautiful, the scenery is good, and my wife has two domains to play. About this, the Lord advised my wife to be moderate."

"Well." Rong Jue nodded.

At this point, the housekeeper actually knows that he should leave, but he is holding the book in his hand, and I don't know if he hasn't left yet.

Rong Jue began to pick up the document again. Seeing that he moved his mouth and finally wanted to speak, Rong Jue took the lead in saying, "don't think about it. The Empress Dowager has ordered that the singer must go. If he doesn't go, he can't do it."

On hearing this, the housekeeper was very disappointed: "Lord, there is a precedent..."

"Because there are precedents, we have to go."

"Yes." The housekeeper nodded and said respectfully, "I understand."

Rong Jue lowered his head to read a book and said faintly, "you go down first."

"Yes." The housekeeper answered and retired.

Out of the west chamber, he didn't know what he thought of. He rubbed his forehead and sighed softly: "it's all fate. I hope what happened before, don't repeat it."

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"Xiao Yanyan, you really don't want to take a nap?"

After lunch, Rong Jue was busy as usual. The housekeeper said that the people from the embroidery workshop were coming and sent them new clothes. Mu Qingge and Hua Yiran went to pianting to wait for them.

While walking, mu Qingge asked Ji Ziyan.

Ji Ziyan coolly replied, "I'm not sleepy."

When he said that, he hummed: "brother, the bad guy said that he had two sets of them made for me. Of course, I have to try. If it's not good, I won't let them take them to the Royal sacrifice tomorrow."

Hua Yiran held the child and listened and laughed: "how can you love beauty so much when you are young? Are you a little girl

"You are the little girl!" Ji Ziyan didn't like Hua Yiran and hated her and her mother. When she said that he was a little girl, he was even more unhappy: "if you talk nonsense again, I will be angry!"

"Little Yama, I praise you for your beauty." Hua Yiran teased him with a smile: "think about it, not to mention the whole Imperial City, but the whole world. Which girl can be more beautiful than you?"

The little boy is fierce: "you say again, I..."

"Well, she's playing with you." Mu Qingge's reaction to Ji Ziyan is a little sad. It's said that he was called a little girl by many people in jueyan before, and was forced to kiss by a little boy who beat himself a little. He was almost scared to cry.

The little boy snorted.

"Well, don't be angry. People want to be praised. Beauty is a good thing." Mu Qingge touched Ji Ziyan's head to comfort him twice, then turned to tease Hua Yiran's baby: "you see, my little brother is a little more beautiful now, and he is more lovely than before."

"In your house, he's good to eat and drink. If he doesn't look good, will he waste your rice?" Hua Yiran said fiercely, but she was very happy about her child's change.

When she said that, she thought of something and sighed, "Geer, I really envy you. You can go to the Royal Sacrifice, but I can't."

Mu Qingge raised her eyebrows, "as you are, you should have been to Cangshan many times, right? You can't eat meat there for a few days. Do you really want to go there? "

"You know, where can I stay in the mansion for a long time?" Hua Yiran sighed: "Ge'er, you haven't been to Cangshan. I don't know. Cangshan is actually very beautiful. Several stretching mountains are full of maple trees. In addition to the intentional repair by the royal family for hundreds of years, it's more suitable for sightseeing. It has always been a holy land for literati."

"Is the mountain all Maple?" Mu Qingge is very fond of maple trees. Of course, he has seen maple trees, but he has only seen a few of them scattered and surrounded. When he thinks of the scenery he has seen before, he can't help but feel excited: "if so, I really want to have a good look."

"Well."

Mu Qingge said regretfully, "maple red is said to be the most beautiful. If it is autumn now, how nice it would be."

"What's your hurry?" Hua Yiran glanced at Qingge: "the living king of hell loves you so much. You want to see a Fengting mountain. Doesn't he accompany you?"