Chapter 776 The Tea Doesn't Taste Right

Baoxing said in a low voice: "Your servant... is already a useless person. Rather than letting Concubine Ning go out to live a miserable life, it's better to stay in the palace. At least it's safe and secure, and life is worry-free."

Although he spoke calmly, Yun Dai could hear the infinite vicissitudes.

She said: "Actually, if you don't wear this dress, you can't tell that you are the father-in-law at all. Many maidservants in the palace are discussing in private, suspecting that you haven't..."

She didn't make it very clear.

But Baoxing understood.

He showed a wry smile: "The servant entered the palace late, unlike other father-in-laws who entered the palace in their teens. So it looks different from other father-in-laws. But the servant is indeed an eunuch."

Yun Dai felt a little sorry for him and Guo Ning.

But what to do.

The world is like this, full of helplessness and powerlessness.

Back in the room, Yun Dai asked Baoxing to rest. She took off her cloak, stood beside the charcoal basin, removed the cold from her body, warmed her hands, and went to see Yan'er.

Yan'er had already fallen asleep, and was covered with the quilt safely, only revealing a round, chubby little face.

Yu Zhu was sleeping on the low couch next to him, showing two round arms.

Although the house is warm, it is cold winter and snowy, and it is not for playing in the cold.

"You're such an adult, you can't sleep honestly." Yun Dai shook her head, put her arms under the quilt, and kissed Yan'er on the cheek before going out lightly.

She didn't feel sleepy for a while, so she sat at the table and copied the scriptures. It wasn't until the third watch, when she felt sleepy, that she kicked off her shoes and shrank to the bed.

She took out a piece of paper under the pillow, unfolded it, and there was a poem on it.

She has read this poem many times.

"The level is really bad." She stuffed the paper under the pillow and closed her eyes to sleep.

At the same time, Zhao Yuanjing, who was sitting in the imperial study room critiquing papers, sneezed.

Liu Dequan came over in a hurry, gave him a cloak, and said, "It's snowing outside, and the wind is also strong. Master, please take care of yourself, don't catch a cold. The servant asked someone to get two more charcoal basins."

"No need." Zhao Yuanjing said, "Go and pour me a cup of hot tea."

"The slave is going here."

Liu Dequan hurriedly poured tea.

Zhao Yuanjing picked it up and took a sip, but frowned.

Liu Dequan observed carefully, and hurriedly said: "But it's too hot."

"This tea doesn't taste right."

"Aunt Si Cha has always been prudent in her work, so she won't be confused about the emperor's taste. The servant asked her to cook another pot." Liu Dequan said.

"This tea is too sweet, it should be slightly bitter."

"Slave, go and tell Aunt Si Cha." Liu Dequan wondered in his heart, the emperor was used to drinking this kind of tea, why today he suddenly wanted bitter tea.

Unexpectedly, after re-cooking, I was still not satisfied.

Liu Dequan scratched his bald head and couldn't figure out what kind of tea the emperor wanted to drink.

Zhao Yuanjing always felt that the taste of this tea was much worse.

He said: "The tea I drank at Ganquan Temple was very good."

Liu Dequan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized.

He laughed and said, "That's the tea made by the empress, how can the slaves compare. Why don't you go to Ganquan Temple tomorrow and ask the empress to teach the slave how to cook it."

"Many things." Zhao Yuanjing said coldly.

He put down the teacup and said, "Tell Si Cha that there is no need to cook it. I'm going back to my bedroom."

Liu Dequan was busy waiting for him to go back to Zhaohua Hall, wash and change clothes.

Zhao Yuanjing lay down on the bed, but still couldn't fall asleep, his mind kept thinking about the two poems about snow written by Yun Dai.

It must be very lonely for her to stay alone in the simple temple on such a snowy winter night.

Zhao Yuanjing sat up, transcribed the two poems again, pondered over and over again, and felt more and more wonderful poems.