The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

Feng Caiwei smiled in her heart.

Chu Yang made an invitation gesture to Feng Caiwei: "Please come in and sit and wait?" Waiting for him to get the money.

When he asked about Feng Caiwei before, he learned that Feng Caiwei was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

In order to prevent Feng Caiwei from making trouble about the purchase of jujube cake ingredients in the future, Chuyang planned to liquidate the money for the jujube paste cake ingredients on the spot.

In this way, the money and goods are cleared, and no one owes anyone.

How did Feng Caiwei know Chu Yang's thoughts? She asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Feng Caiwei regretted it after asking. What's there to ask? She must be asked to wait for Di Jiang to make the jujube cake.

Without waiting for Chu Yang to answer, Feng Caiwei said: "Okay, I'll go in and wait. You can go about your business."

Chu Yang nodded and left.

After a while, Dijiang's jujube cake was ready, and the whole courtyard of the museum was filled with the fragrance of the jujube cake. Chuyang also scraped together things here and there, and sold many items brought from the south with the palace people, and finally collected the money to buy the ingredients for the jujube mud cake.

Chu Yang wrapped the money in a handkerchief and brought it to Feng Caiwei.

Feng Caiwei was still happy. Di Jiang was so kind. He asked his servants to bring the first jujube paste cake to her as soon as it came out of the pot. She was really flattered.

However, she would be happier if Di Jiang could personally bring the jujube cake to her.

Seeing that Feng Caiwei didn't accept the money for a while, Chu Yang said, "Girl, will you accept it?"

"Okay." Feng Caiwei sighed regretfully, then stretched out her hands to take what Chuyang handed her in a respectful and sincere manner, "Thank you, Your Highness Proton."

"There's nothing to thank you for, just take the money and leave!" Chu Yang reminded kindly.

money?

what money?

Isn't it jujube cake?

Feng Caiwei was stunned for a moment, then opened the veil in her hand.

Inside the veil was not jujube cake, but some broken silver. No wonder it was ice-cold and heavy. The amount of silver was very close to what she spent on buying the ingredients for the jujube cake. If you calculate carefully, it was even a little more.

"Why did you give me money?" Feng Caiwei was confused.

Chu Yang said: "You gave our Highness the materials he wanted to make jujube paste cakes, and we gave you the money. Isn't it just and natural?"

"..." After Feng Caiwei heard this explanation, she felt as if she had been splashed with cold water, which made her heart feel cold and her face turned a little pale.

"Isn't His Highness Zhizi making jujube mud cake?" Feng Caiwei endured her heartache and said with a smile: "I helped buy the ingredients, can't you give me a piece to try?"

"His Highness is reluctant to eat this jujube cake. How can he give it to others?" Chu Yang said: "Girl, what are you thinking about? Besides, didn't we give you money? We even gave you money for running errands. We don't owe you anything. What."

"..." Feng Caiwei looked at the silver in her hand and was speechless for a moment.

In the end, she didn't know how she got out of the hostage hall. She only knew that Dijiang didn't want to see her again, and she didn't eat the clay cake. Her mind went blank and her legs moved forward mechanically.

When she reached the palace gate, she was recognized for some reason.

The guards beat her severely for entering the palace without permission, and then threw her out of the palace.

It's really a waste of money.

Feng Caiwei lay injured at the entrance of the palace. Many people passing by came up to watch and whispered something.

If it were Feng Caiwei before, she would definitely feel ashamed and burst into tears.

But Feng Caiwei couldn't do it now. She stood up with strength, looked in the direction of the palace's endogenous museum, stubbornly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said: "I will not give up."

"never."

"Dijiang, I will come again."

·

Jiujiu ate the freshly baked jujube paste cake that Dijiang asked Xiaoman to specially deliver to Qiushuiju.

Jiujiu was very happy and said while eating: "It's delicious. Jiujiu wants to share it with my brother and little cousin."

Jiujiu found the Thirteenth Prince and Nan Yuanxiang while holding the jujube cake.

"Brother, little cousin, this jujube cake is delicious."

"Do you want to try it too?"

The Thirteenth Prince held a book in his hand. While shaking his head and endorsing the book, he picked up a piece of jujube paste cake and put it to his mouth, ready to taste it.

He recently started studying with the princes, but because he was imprisoned before, he missed a lot of schoolwork. Now he is having a hard time picking it up again.

He didn't dare to slack off when eating.

"Can this thing be delicious?" The Thirteenth Prince saw that the appearance of the jujube paste cake was not very good, and it was not as exquisite as Qiushui Ju's, so he was a little doubtful about the taste.

Nan Yuanxiang also said: "If it looks dark, it may not taste good."

"You guys want to try it? You'll know after you try it?"

【As long as you try. 】

【You will definitely be amazed by it. 】

After hearing this, they both put the jujube paste cake into their mouths.

Then, the large plate of jujube mud cakes that Di Jiang gave to Jiujiu was swept away in an instant.

Jiujiu looked at the empty plate, a little confused.

[If I had known earlier, I would have hidden two pieces. 】

Nan Yuanxiang smiled and said: "This jujube paste cake is more delicious than all the pastries I have ever eaten. If I can make more and sell them, I will definitely sell them for a lot of money."

Jiujiu was shocked when he heard this.

[My little cousin is worthy of being a well-known businesswoman in the future, but she actually spied business opportunities through jujube cakes? 】

【so amazing. 】

Nan Yuanxiang was also stunned. A well-known businesswoman?

No way?

She couldn't even think about it.

No longer thinking about it, Nan Yuanxiang was already thinking of ways to learn how to make jujube paste cakes.

After the Thirteenth Prince finished the pastries, he started reciting again. He looked very anxious and confused, but he was still reciting, and there was a layer of dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

Jiujiu looked a little worried, "Brother Thirteen, your face looks a little bad."

"fine."

The Thirteenth Prince waved his hand and continued to endorse. He is proud at heart and does not want to be looked down upon by his brothers.

At this time, Emperor Zhaoning suddenly came over and said that he was taking Jiujiu to Qiaoshu County to get some fresh air.

In fact, it is because people in Qiaoshu County have moved out in advance to avoid the heavy snowstorm and moved to Yulin County, the next door county.

However, the people were a little anxious and dissatisfied. They felt that the imperial court was making trouble, and some of them were bold enough to openly cause trouble.

Emperor Zhaoning wanted to visit him personally to reassure the people. But I was worried that something bad would happen, so I wanted to take Jiujiu with me.

Jiujiu can predict many things in advance.

Carrying ninety-nine can avoid risks, and it is beneficial and harmless.

Jiujiu was very happy when he heard that he was going to get some fresh air, "Okay, okay." However, Jiujiu said again: "Father, can you bring Brother Thirteen with you?"

This is not the way to read books, you should combine work and rest.

If Brother Thirteen can take this opportunity to go out and get some fresh air, he will definitely be in a better mood. When he is in a good mood, he can get twice the result with half the effort in studying.

"Should we forget about this?" Emperor Zhaoning refused.

He didn't take any of the princes with him on this trip. It wouldn't be good if he took only the thirteenth prince.

If the Thirteenth Prince goes out for a trip, he will definitely become a target for those who are interested in him when he comes back.