Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 747: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

"Explain what?"

Song Yuesheng shook off the plum branch in annoyance, startling a cloud of snow.

The original plan was──

After the snow stopped, everything around was white.

Only she was standing high up, wearing red and green clothes and dancing with a sword.

Definitely an eye-catcher.

An hour ago, she took advantage of the Imperial Guards' shift change and wanted to go to the Imperial Kitchen to get some ginger to make some ginger soup, but she saw people digging plum blossoms in the Imperial Garden.

So she changed her mind temporarily, broke off several plum branches and came back.

Did not expect ah.

I have changed the props and am rehearsing in advance.

The audience entered early.

"Come down." Wen Yu's voice was cold, "Don't force me to go up and catch you myself."

Song Yuesheng sighed, smoothed his sleeves that were blown by the wind, and said lazily, "Okay, okay."

She looked down at where she was standing, then glanced at the imperial guards who were on high alert, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

"I don't want to talk like this either. I'm tired and cold."

As she spoke, she suddenly leaped up and jumped directly from the roof!

Yan Wujiu rushed out like lightning and stretched out his hand to catch her by the waist.

However, Song Yuesheng suddenly turned around in mid-air, kicked his wrist hard, and landed lightly on the ground with snowflakes flying under her feet.

After she stood firm, she tilted her head and looked at Yan Wujiu who was staggering backwards, her tone frivolous but with a warning.

"Commander Yan, His Majesty is still here, how dare you argue with me?"

Yan Wujiu steadied himself, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a deep voice: "I was just following orders, but I didn't expect... that you would have such skills."

Song Yuesheng chuckled and brushed away the snow on his sleeves with his fingertips.

"No matter how unpopular I am, I grew up in the General's Mansion. How could I not have learned any moves?"

As she spoke, she glanced at the three people kneeling on the ground and pretended to be displeased, "What are you still standing there for? You didn't even prepare a cup of hot tea for a distinguished guest?"

Then, Song Yuesheng turned and looked at Wen Yu, raised his hand and made a "please" gesture, pointing to the house next to him.

"Your Majesty, please."

Wen Yu did not move, staring at her with heavy eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Song Yuesheng raised her eyebrows and suddenly stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. Unexpectedly, he grabbed her hand with such force that it almost broke her bones.

There was a dangerous emotion in his eyes: "What do you want to do?"

Song Yuesheng met his gaze and said helplessly: "It's snowing hard, let's go inside and talk. If your majesty gets sick, I will be buried with you tonight."

Wen Yu's eyes darkened, his knuckles tightened, but he finally let her go and said coldly.

"Duan Ning, you are not qualified."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Song Yuesheng gave a perfunctory compliment, then pulled up the three chess players and urged them to go to the kitchen next door to prepare tea.

She had symbolically invited Yan Wujiu to have tea, but he left on the pretext of being on patrol.

The other imperial guards did not leave.

Wen Yu's eyes slowly swept across the room.

There were a few simple dishes on the wooden table. Although not exquisite, they were full of heat.

A pot of unknown green grass by the window was growing stubbornly in the cold wind.

Although the tables and chairs were old, they were wiped clean.

If you ignore the few cracks and the burning torches as the only light, this place is actually more lively than many deserted palaces.

"Did Prince Yi help you do this?" Wen Yu asked coldly, "Are those three servants also his old people from Qiwu Palace?"

Song Yuesheng tied the rope around the torch tightly and looked up at him: "Don't talk nonsense. Prince Yi only helped install two windows, and I have only known Zhiqi and the others for a month and a half."

Wen Yu didn't believe it: "Can they be so worried about you in just a month and a half?"

Song Yuesheng suddenly smiled, with a slightly raised eyebrow: "Why? Is it not okay for me to be charming?"

She sat down leisurely, tapping the tabletop with her fingertips.

"If your majesty doesn't believe it, you can go check it out."

“These dishes?”

"Grown it myself."

Wen Yu was even more unconvinced, and his eyes were filled with suspicion: "The daughter of the general's mansion can do this?"

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes to look at him and suddenly smiled.

That smile was dazzlingly bright.

"I said it when I left Qiwu Palace, Your Majesty has never been willing to understand me."

Wen Yu deliberately ignored the discomfort in his heart and said, "I don't need to understand you."

Song Yuesheng said "Oh", picked up a piece of vegetable leaf with bamboo chopsticks, chewed it slowly, and put down the chopsticks after swallowing a few mouthfuls.

"Is that all you're eating?" Wen Yu stared at the almost untouched dish in front of her, his brows unconsciously furrowed.

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, this is the cold palace."

She tapped the edge of the rough porcelain bowl with her fingertips and continued in an exaggerated manner, "These dishes are for the four of us for three days."

Wen Yu sneered: "You seem to care a lot about your servants."

"They are human beings." Song Yuesheng looked straight at him, his voice was soft but every word was clear, "Three lives. I can't just stand by and watch."

The torches in the house crackled, making her profile appear bright and dark.

After a while, she suddenly said, "If your majesty has nothing else to do, please leave. I need to rest in a while."

"By the way, Your Majesty, please convey my gratitude to Concubine Xuan. The quilt she sent half a month ago was a great help."

The misery is over.

move.

Only after she left could she find the Sparrow Spirit to exchange ingredients for hot pot and have hot pot.

I guess Zhenshu and the others didn't want to eat hot pot anymore, so they just ate it in the kitchen next door.

Wen Yu stared at her deeply, tapping lightly on the table with his slender fingers.

"Are there really only three servants in this cold palace?"

Song Yuesheng's heart trembled, and he secretly guessed his intention, but he didn't show it on his face: "When I came, there were indeed only three of them. After I came, it was the same."

"What?" She suddenly raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "Your Majesty, are you going to give us monthly allowances based on the number of people?"

"Monthly money?"

Wen Yu sneered, and the pressure around him suddenly dropped. "Duan Ning, you colluded with the Northern Territory and secretly passed on the secret letter of the imperial palace. According to the law, you should be executed along with your entire clan. I spared your life because of our old friendship."

Song Yuesheng got angry suddenly.

She didn't give him a good look: "Wen Yu, you know the contents of that letter better than anyone else. I just hate that you sent someone to steal the original letter and wrote a forged letter in my handwriting."

Then, Song Yuesheng sneered again.

“The man who kills his wife to prove his truth in the storybook is someone like you.

wrong!

After all, they have feelings.

In the past, I was just a tool for you to get to that position.

Only by controlling me can you control the Song family army."

"Let me guess why you came here tonight..."

Song Yuesheng tapped his head with his index finger, as if thinking.

"You heard Yan Wujiu say that I was on the roof and was worried that I would die, and my cheap father would leave the northern border and Shuangwu Pass would be lost... Wen Yu, you will become the sinner who lost the country in the history books."

With every word Song Yuesheng spoke, Wen Yu's face darkened.

At the end, he pulled out a dagger from his arms and threw it at Song Yuesheng.

The moment Song Yuesheng dodged sideways, Wen Yu had already stepped forward, and his iron-like hand went straight for her throat.

In a flash, Song Yuesheng spun around, used the force to grab his wrist, and twisted his waist.

"boom!"

Throw the emperor out of the door.

The wind and snow were howling, and the emperor's black dragon robe left glaring marks on the snow.

The emperor was greatly humiliated by this, and the guards in the corridor drew their swords immediately.

As the cold light shone on the snow, Song Yuesheng had already flashed out of the house.

"Stop her!"

Dozens of spears stabbed at her, and she quickly dodged on tiptoe amid the flashing swords and leaped onto the top of the wall.

"Duan Ning, if you dare to take a step forward, they will die because of you."

As Wen Yu's voice fell, the imperial guards had already forced the three men to kneel in the snow.

The hairpin used to hold the chess pieces fell into the snow, the pillow and book were pressed against his neck, and Eunuch Wu's cotton robe was torn.

Song Yuesheng looked back suddenly.

The wind blew the snow particles over the wall and blew away a few strands of black hair on her temples.

The snow foam stuck to her long crow-feather eyelashes, but it could not hide her solemn gaze.

Wen Yu's pupils suddenly trembled slightly.

The figure standing on the wall in the snow suddenly overlapped with a scene deep in my memory.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he blurted out a soft call: "Axue..."

A silver bell-like laugh came from the top of the wall.

Song Yuesheng sat on the wall, swinging his legs, looking like he was watching a good show: "Your Majesty, you have recognized the wrong person. Your Concubine Xuan is doing well in Zhuoying Palace. I am not her."