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    The Story of the Crown Princess by Yuhu Lu

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    댓글 0건 조회 24회 작성일 23-02-14 10:42

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    Water was also boiling on the low stove in the corner. It was a newly built small stove. The mud in the front was replaced by a solid red brick, and a small shiny iron pot was set up. The "colleagues" who were on duty dared not look down upon her any more. She didn't have to get up early every day. When she stepped into the threshold, a fire had already been lit on her stove. You don't have to do it every day. When you're in the mood, or when her persimmon master orders, you can do a little for him. No one in the imperial steward was more leisurely than she. Now she was stepping on the stool and learning to knead Ruyi noodles with her old master Zhu. The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is almost over, and the wax is followed. When the old and the new are replaced, it is necessary to seek good luck. The palace pays more attention to these details, and the cakes and pastries made should be festive and auspicious. Master Zhu pinched the head and tail of the inch-long dough, pulled out the length and instantly changed into the prototype of Ruyi. She couldn't take her eyes off it, and when it was her turn to try, she pinched and twisted the head and tail, pulled them out again, and turned into a long worm. Ask her what it is? It's a dragon. It's a dragon. Why don't you have eyes? She pulled out two sesame seeds from the corner of the table and pressed them up. Well, she didn't even press her head. It was still a dragon. Tell her to pinch the gold ingot into a big head and a good baby, and to pinch the kite into an ugly beast, with her eyelashes trembling and flowers falling all over the sky. Master Zhu glared at her and said, "Naughty. If you don't study hard, Master Persimmon won't let you tomorrow. Go and learn to chop firewood!" She had not been summoned by Master Persimmon for many days, and then she remembered her errand again. She flopped and slipped the stool and ran away: "I pinched the big nostrils of the fat master." There was a cup stewed in a small pot on the other side. After stewing for a long time, the lid of the cup jumped with the steam. She poured out the soup and went to the Palace of Earthly Tranquility with her new food box. Go in through the Jinghe Gate,wholesale plastic pallet, and you are familiar with the road. It was a rare sunny day without snow, and the thin sunshine shrouded the single-storey terrace outside the Palace of Earthly Tranquillity. Empress Sun was ordering the maid of honor to take her bottle out to dry. Looked up to see a small eunuch, wearing a gluttonous robe dangling over, she teased: "Yo, what are you doing today?" Persimmon mother's words are really nice, the smile on her face is noble and beautiful, every time she talks to Xiao Linzi, Xiao Linzi blushes unconsciously. She opened the lid of the box and put her arm around her shoulder respectfully. "It's stewed pears." In the snack box wrapped in brocade velvet,plastic pallet box, the soup was shallow and rippling, and a big pear like a gourd was stuck in the middle. The pear hat was a little bigger, but when the wind blew, it was light and fragrant. Empress Sun laughed, "What are pears stewed for?"? I don't peel it. Little Linzi pinched the lid while carrying the food box, which seemed very laborious. Point the neck with the chin: "Persimmon Master has asthma. It's uncomfortable to breathe out when it's cold. It's good to eat pears. Pear skin promotes the production of body fluid and moistens dryness. It also nourishes the lungs." One board one eye, speak slowly, the end of the voice unconsciously upturned. Empress Sun couldn't help scraping her round little face. "Then you know a lot. Go in and look for him." Said he also stood up and walked inside. Little Linzi carefully crossed the threshold with a food box in his hand. On the flat-headed table of the double-dragon baffle in the main hall, Emperor Chu Ang, wearing a black gauze folded scarf, wearing a bright yellow self-cultivation collar robe, embroidered with gold dragon patterns on his shoulders, sat at the head. Chu Zou bent his legs and sat on his right side, holding a pen and bowing his head to write. Since entering the Forbidden City more than four years ago, drum spill containment ,collapsible pallet box, the child has been basically free range. Over the years, he had not been restrained, and his handwriting was unrestrained, contradictory, and undisciplined. The emperor taught him a lesson: "Since ancient times, a person who knows people by looking at words and is respected by others can not easily be guessed by others. First of all, it is reflected in this handwriting.". It is not a good omen for my son to be upright and restrained, but to be rigid and stubborn. His voice was soft and he coughed slightly. However, in the eyes of Mr. Fang Bulian, he was highly praised by Chu Zou. He only said that he did not stick to one pattern, had clear opinions, and was firm and bright. But this is a private comment on Chu Zou, did not dare to put on the surface. But since his father told him to change, he could only follow his father's words one stroke at a time. Suddenly he turned his head sideways and saw a shadow. He asked her, "What are you doing here?" So fierce, since seeing the little straight son that, the persimmon master always likes to frown at the eunuch, call far away. Little Linzi said, "The slave sent a stewed pear to his master.".
    ” Chu Zou originally did not want to see, but she had already opened the lid by herself, and she pinched up the pear hat, which was hollowed out with two rock sugar tremella stewed in the heart, white and soft glutinous overflowing with sweet fragrance. He couldn't help pursing his lips and said, "put it aside. You cut it into pieces for me, and I'll eat it after I finish writing." The handwriting is slightly relaxed, and I hate the feeling of being trapped. Knowing how picky his son's taste buds were, Chu Ang looked at the serious little bean eunuch and said jokingly, "I have a share in seeing him. Cut a piece for me, too." Small Linzi cut three or four pieces, is very considered a moment to give out a piece. Sure enough, it was clear and sweet, with a long aftertaste. The emperor took the thin pear and said he wanted it again. Had to give again, look longingly. Then he looked at the persimmon he was writing, fearing that he would give the emperor two more pieces to eat. Empress Sun came in and said, "Well, keep it for your Master Persimmon.". He didn't eat the stewed food in the imperial dining room, so he grabbed it with a child. He closed the lid of the box for Xiao Linzi. The empress teased people so much that the emperor coughed gently and felt sleepy on his handsome face, but he could hardly hide his smile. Zhang Fu bent over and said, "No matter what happens in the imperial dining room, I can't compare with your cooking skills.". The emperor hasn't closed his eyes for two nights in the snowstorm in southern Zhejiang this year. No, the servant's window crack was not closed tightly yesterday, so he coughed. Sun Xiangning looked at the emperor at the end of his eyes, looked at him with broad shoulders, and looked at his head with a handsome face. She was aware of his illness. He coughed easily when he caught a cold and had a fever. Otherwise, his son would not have fallen ill in a rain. It was all because of his father's constitution. When she was sick,heavy duty plastic pallet, she deliberately came to the temple to cough, but she just didn't care. He gave his son asthma. Why not say it. "How old are you?" Little Linzi raised his chin and looked up at the mother of the yellow persimmon. "The slave is three years old. He should be four years old in the Spring Festival." Wu Quanyou said in front of Gui Sheng that she was three years old, and she always remembered it. cnplasticpallet.com

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