The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 124
"The orchid is the king of flowers?"

Wen Ruyue was stunned for a moment when she thought of Wen Renyin's love for orchids.

He probably didn't mean that...

"Then replace it with a lotus. The lotus is a gentleman among flowers. The peony is for that one, and the orchid can only be for the other," said the maid.

Wen Ruyue nodded with a complicated expression.

As long as it's not a peony cup, it's fine.

Seeing Luo Chuchu's embarrassment overwhelmed the doubts in her heart, Wen Ruyue regained her composure and walked behind the maid with a cup in her hand.

Walking to the door of the restaurant, Zhu Fanghua came out just in time, saw Wen Ruyue, his eyes moved slightly, walked over and said, "Ruyue, why are you here?"

"..." Wen Ruyue didn't expect Zhu Fanghua to be here. She obviously didn't follow Luo Chuchu this morning.

The maid looked between the two in surprise, and said, "You, you are not..."

Seeing that she couldn't hide it, Wen Ruyue could only say: "I wanted to see if there was any tea, but I happened to meet the girl with someone. Since it's for His Majesty, I should help deliver it."

Since it's a guest, she can't continue to let her deliver it.The maid apologized to Wen Ruyue, and Wen Ruyue said perfunctorily, "It's okay, just happened to meet."

Zhu Fanghua came up to hold Wen Ruyue's arm, and the two walked into the restaurant seemingly intimately, but in fact each had considerations in their hearts.

At this time, Luo Chuchu had already finished his meal and rested for a while, feeling that it was a bit boring to be alone, so he came down from the third floor to talk to Yan Wenmao.

He grabbed a maid casually and found out that Yan Wenmao was holding a banquet in the hall with the minister, and Luo Chuchu asked her to take her to the hall entrance.

The main building of the restaurant is quite large, with a circle in the middle that is hollowed out, and then another building is built in the center, which is interlocking.The most central one is the banquet hall, which can only be reached by walking through a long covered bridge.

You can't hear the sound from the buildings outside, and you can only vaguely hear the sound of silk and bamboo and talking and laughing when you get closer.

Luo Chuchu sketched in his mind the scene of Yan Wenmao being surrounded by a group of beautiful women, but unable to do anything, and couldn't help but think of an epilogue.

Puchi.

No, you can't laugh, it's too wicked.

Gently pushed open the door of the banquet hall, without attracting anyone's attention. There were often singers, dancers, maids, etc., and no one was free to look at the door.

Luo Chuchu was mentally prepared to be watched by everyone, and felt embarrassed in advance, but now that no one gave her half a look, she still felt embarrassed.

Song Zhiyue made up her mind to create the illusion that she didn't have time to poison, and wanted to see Wen Renyin drink the poisoned wine with her own eyes, so she took a little effort to coax a civil servant who seemed dull and didn't deal with women often.

If possible, she would of course prefer to stay next to those female officials, but the young ladies in the Nanfeng Pavilion had already seized the seats in advance.

There are too many people, Luo Chuchu doesn't know which side is the main seat, and where to start.

After standing at the door for a while, someone began to notice her. Before these drunken-eyed and confused people could see anything, Wen Ruyue, Zhu Fanghua and the maid who brought tea arrived.

"Your Majesty?" Zhu Fanghua asked in surprise.

Why is Luo Chuchu here? Doesn't she not like to participate in these things?
Zhu Fanghua's "Your Majesty" startled the people who were not completely drunk, and they knelt down a lot.

"Pingshen, you should eat and drink, don't be restrained."

Facing this situation, Luo Chuchu secretly complained: It's really what she imagined, it's really embarrassing.

He looked up and found Yan Wenmao who was getting up and walking towards her. Luo Chuchu hurriedly trotted over, and the two sat down first.

"Your Majesty, have you not rested?" Yan Wenmao asked.

"After a while, I accidentally got a little full and couldn't sleep." Luo Chuchu said.

There were many people in the banquet hall, and the temperature was a little high. Luo Chuchu's forehead was sweating a little, and there was no handkerchief in his sleeve, which must have been used up during eating.

Oops, what to do?You can't wipe it with your sleeve, right?

When I was anxious, I sweated faster.

Seeing her like this, Yan Wenmao touched his chest, but it was empty.

Time was a little tight, and he forgot the handkerchief when he changed his clothes.

"I thought of it!" Luo Chuchu's eyes lit up, he untied the sachet at his waist, and took out a plain handkerchief with a cluster of hibiscus flowers embroidered on it.

This is a handkerchief given to her by Miss Song Zhiyue, and she has been reluctant to use it.

Wipe off the sweat with a handkerchief and tie it around your wrist.

At this time, the maid saw that the timing was just right, so she came forward to offer tea.

After listening to her introduction of the origin of the tea, the maid said with a little show off: "This cup is also a special flower cup made by the master. Please see, each one has different flowers drawn on it."

Luo Chuchu looked at it, and found that it was indeed very detailed. Among the ancient painting styles that generally do not pursue realism, it turned out to be a rare realism.

The maid put the cups on the table in front of Luo Chuchu, Yan Wenmao, and Wen Renyin in the order of discussion.

Luo Chuchu felt a little greasy from eating too much meat in his stomach, so he just drank tea to relieve the greasy, and wanted to pick up the cup.

Unexpectedly, Yan Wenmao grabbed her wrist, Luo Chuchu was puzzled and put his hand in Yan Wenmao's hand.

"What do you want to give me?"

Hearing this, Yan Wenmao smiled helplessly, this tea has not been tested for poison, how could Luo Chuchu drink it, he just wanted to stop her.

After twisting a nut on the plate and putting it in her palm, Luo Chuchu muttered dissatisfiedly: "What, it's just a nut."

Watching the interaction between the two, Wen Renyin's eyes flickered, then he shook his head slightly, denying his guess.

No, it's impossible.Yan Wenmao is not even a sound man, how could he have that kind of thought about the Empress.It should just be stricter.

Chewing the crispy nuts, Luo Chuchu was quickly attracted by the singing and dancing.

In order to make this group of officials who are accustomed to watching the romantic drama happy, the performer put in great effort, seeking novelty and fun, so she couldn't take her eyes off it.

Over there, Song Zhiyue saw the maid walking over and serving tea to the three of them, and her heart immediately twitched.

She didn't feel at ease if she didn't watch Wen Renyin drink the poisonous tea with her own eyes.

Find an excuse to get out of your seat and move closer.

There is a curtain here, and few people pass by, but the three of them can be seen clearly.

The leader was the empress, her eyes were laughing while watching the song and dance, her hands were on her lap, and a veil seemed to be tied around her wrist.

The second person is Yan Wenmao. Song Zhiyue has heard of his notoriety, but he is not her enemy.

last person...

Song Zhiyue's poisoned eyes fell on Wen Renyin's back, her blood was surging, she wished she could jump up and stab him to death.

Drink it, drink this cup of tea, and send you to death.

In her anticipation, Wen Renyin raised his cup to the two above, said something, and drank it down.

Great, great!
Song Zhiyue was so excited that she could hardly stand still, her eyes fixed on the teacup in Wen Renyin's hand, wishing she could move to the side to see the flow of tea clearly.

(End of this chapter)