Seeing that Qu Guiren was unmoved and ignored her at all, Linlang added, "Maybe after tasting the soup, the emperor will like it and think of the young master."

After hearing the emperor, Guiren Qu finally put down his spoon and sat up straight.

"Go on and tell me!"

Linlang nodded, took a step forward, and pushed the red shirt away.

The other party was stunned for a moment, and finally reacted when he met her eyes. He glanced at her gratefully and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Master, think about it." Linlang squatted in front of Qu Guiren and had no intention of beating her legs. He was afraid that if she felt better, she would have to beat her every day.

"The emperor has so many things to do. He is exhausted physically and mentally after approving memorials every day. If someone gave him a bowl of chicken soup like this, how could he not feel comforted?"

Linlang opened her eyes and told lies.

Sending soup is a common method used by concubines.

Qu Guiren is not stupid. He obviously thought of this and immediately frowned slightly.

But the next moment, Linlang's words dispelled his doubts.

"Don't worry, little master, I will put the soup there, and give some silver coins to the guard guarding the door. If the emperor feels bad, just say it was sent from the kitchen. If the emperor feels good, just tell him

Said it was a gift from your palace!"

"This opportunity is rare, Master, don't miss it!"

The last sentence completely broke Qu Guiren's heart.

Murong Linshen had not set foot in her palace for several months.

When the show is over, new beauties will enter the palace.

Then she is even more old. How can the emperor still think of her?

For the sake of the emperor, for herself... Qu Guiren gritted his teeth and gave out a heavy purse in a rare moment of generosity.

Linlang quickly took it, fearing that she would regret taking it back if it was too late.

While he was in trouble, he did not forget to express his position: "Master, don't worry, this slave will definitely handle this for you!"

...

Qu Guiren pretended to have such a thing in his heart, but it was rare that he stayed calm for a few days without finding people's fault.

Since Sang Yu went to bed that day, the emperor has never been to her palace again.

After confirming that the king was just seeking novelty and not paying too much attention to it, everyone in the harem, who had been tense as if they were facing a formidable enemy, finally breathed a sigh of relief and shifted their focus and attention.

"Linlang, see if this is the kind of flower you want?" Hongshan held a pottery jar, opened it and poured out the dried flowers inside.

"Yes! That's it. Thank you for your hard work, Sister Hong Shirt." Linlang grabbed a handful of dried white plums, her eyes lit up and she thanked her.

She plans to make a plum blossom soup cake for the dog emperor who likes plum blossoms.

But the plum branches are all bare this season, so where can they bloom?

She searched for several days but couldn't find a solution.

Finally, I suddenly remembered that this stuff could be used medicinally, and the hospital should have it, so I asked Hong Shirt to help me catch some.

"It's just a small matter, but you helped me last time." Hong Shi shook her head and said, her temperament did not follow the master, she was rare gentle and steady.

"It's a pity that they were busy when I went there. They only grabbed some dried white plums for me and ignored me. I couldn't get you the sandalwood you asked for..."

"Look at what you said. Sister Hongshan has already helped me. Once the chicken soup is stewed, I'll go there myself."

Linlang blanched two chicken legs and washed away the blood, added ginger slices, green onion knots, rice wine, salt and a few wolfberries, and simmered in a casserole over low heat.

As for why it’s chicken legs and not a whole chicken.

The reason is simple, because there is no money.

"Okay, I'll ask Sister Hongshan to help me keep an eye on the fire for a while. I'll be back soon."


Chapter completed!