Returning after a three-year escape from death, the tyrant has turned evil.

Chapter 332 Making Porcelain

Song Yi snorted and picked up Jiang Lanye's clay figure: "I think this one is the cutest."

Jiang Lanye looked down at the small clay figure in his hand, then suddenly held it up to Song Yi's face: "They're both cute."

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly pressed his hand down: "That's enough, there are so many people here."

Jiang Lanye smiled and took Song Yi's hand: "Let's go."

"it is good."

Eunuch Cao and Xichun immediately followed, but Song Yi suddenly stopped and turned to point at the clay figure she had just seen, saying, "By the way, Xiao Cao, don't you think this clay figure looks a lot like you? Why don't you buy one too?"

Following the direction she pointed, Eunuch Cao realized it was true. What a coincidence! He immediately stuffed everything in his hand into Xichun's hands and reached for his purse, wanting to buy it.

Unexpectedly, he had stopped and started along the way, buying too many things and not having enough copper coins. He couldn't pay now and could only look at Jiang Lanye with an embarrassed smile.

"Son."

Jiang Lanye chuckled and casually tossed his purse to him: "Come on over when you're done shopping."

"Yes, yes! Thank you, young master."

Song Yi suppressed a laugh and left with Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye led her to turn right, leaving the bustling main street behind.

Song Yi looked around curiously: "Where are we going?"

"arrive."

He led Song Yi inside.

This is an exceptionally elegant and quiet shop, where all sorts of oddly shaped porcelain pieces can be seen everywhere, and many strange little trinkets are displayed on the shelves, with a pleasant fragrance emanating from the surroundings.

"His Majesty has arrived! Quickly, go and pay your respects!"

Song Yi looked at Jiang Lanye with some surprise: "We agreed to go out of the palace disguised as strangers, but you actually arranged a place to go in advance."

Jiang Lanye smiled faintly: "Isn't this better?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several people in the shop rushed forward and knelt on the ground, clearly terrified, and awkwardly called out, "Greetings, Your Majesty! Greetings, Your Majesty the Empress!"

Jiang Lanye casually said, "Get up, no need for formalities. Lead me and the Empress over there."

"Yes, Your Majesty, this way please."

Song Yi walked over curiously.

The shopkeeper led them to the courtyard. Song Yi looked closely and saw that there were several tables and chairs in the courtyard, with many turntables on the low tables, and yellow mud all around.

It turns out this is a place where you can make your own porcelain.

She immediately rolled up her sleeves with great interest: "Sure, how did you know I'd like this?"

Jiang Lanye asked helplessly, "Why didn't I know?"

She walked over and curiously poked at the damp mud on the table.

"Your Majesty, this is specially made for firing clay. It's very easy to shape. I'll prepare a piece for you. Look, these are all molds. You can also shape them according to your own preferences."

"Okay, I'll try."

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Your Highness, if you don't mind, please go and change your clothes first. Be careful not to get your dress dirty later."

Song Yi smiled and said, "No need, these aren't expensive clothes."

After saying that, she started working.

"Jiang Lanye, what are you planning to sculpt?"

Jiang Lanye thought for a moment: "Teacup."

Song Yi pouted: "I want to make a vase, then take it back to the palace and put it in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. That would be so meaningful."

Jiang Lanye hesitated, then said, "Being a vase is difficult."

"I know, I'll give it a try first."

Song Yi enthusiastically grabbed a lump of clay and, imitating the old craftsman next to her, tried to make it stand upright in the center of the turntable, then slowly shaped it with her palm. However, the clay didn't obey her. At first, she could manage to shape it reasonably well, but the more she tried to make it taller, the more tilted the bottle became, and the upper part even collapsed to one side.

"Hey, it's veering off course again."

"Your Majesty, it's difficult to make the narrow-mouthed vase you want. You can settle for a shorter, wider vase with a wider mouth, which would be easier."

"Ok."

She concentrated intently and tried to squeeze it again, but somehow, perhaps because she was too nervous, she used too much force, and the surface of the vase became pitted and uneven, covered with her fingerprints.

Jiang Lanye sat to the side, intently holding the smooth, well-shaped teacup in his hand, which was beginning to take shape. When he heard the silence beside him, he looked up and saw the strangely shaped vase in Song Yi's hand. He was slightly taken aback at first, then his lips couldn't help but turn up, and finally he chuckled softly.

"Jiang Lanye, you're finished! How dare you laugh at me."

Upon hearing Song Yi's words, the master craftsman standing nearby trembled, nearly causing him to fail in his attempt to sculpt the object.

Is this how the current emperor and empress interact in private?

Moreover, looking at the Empress, she always seemed like a young girl who hadn't quite matured yet, exceptionally lively and unrestrained.

Jiang Lanye immediately said seriously, "This is also very good."

Song Yi narrowed his eyes, then suddenly reached out and quickly rubbed the mud off his fingers onto Song Yi's cheek before Song Yi could dodge.

When Xichun and Eunuch Cao caught up, they happened to witness this scene.

Eunuch Cao stared at Jiang Lanye: "Your Majesty, what a face you have!"

Jiang Lanye: "."

He looked at one of the culprits.

Song Yi snorted lightly: "What are you doing? Who told you to laugh at me?"

He chuckled very softly.

But his expression looked strange no matter how you looked at it.

Song Yi felt inexplicably guilty and dared not look at him again. She finally managed to squeeze out the vase with difficulty.

The people waiting nearby quickly and carefully took away what the two had shaped.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, the firing will be completed tonight. We would appreciate it if you could come and add color to it later."

"it is good."

"Now Your Majesty and Your Highness, please wash your hands."

Both of them had mud on their hands as they followed the servants inside.

The servants led them into the house and then respectfully withdrew.

Song Yizai carefully washed away all the mud, then turned around and saw Jiang Lanye washing his face.

"Are you done washing? Let's go out."

As soon as she turned around, Jiang Lanye suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly: "Trying to pretend nothing happened?"

Song Yi jolted awake and instinctively took a step to run, but Jiang Lanye's strong arm came out and encircled her upper body. With a slight pull, he lifted her onto the stone platform behind him.

Song Yi was forced to sit on it. Before she could react, Jiang Lanye wedged himself between her legs and spread his hands on either side of the stone platform.

Their eyes met, and Song Yi nervously wiggled her dangling feet: "What are you doing?"

A few strands of Jiang Lanye's black hair were wet, and water droplets slid down his sharply defined jawline, making his eyes look even deeper as he gazed at her.

Realizing what Jiang Lanye was about to do, Song Yi quickly leaned in and kissed him, trying to please him.

"I was just kidding."

"Me too."

After saying that, he kissed her without any hesitation.

　I'm not feeling well today, so I'll only update one chapter.

　　(End of this chapter)