Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Spring in the Palace

Yan Wan drank the sour plum soup which became gradually sour over the past few days. One day, the sour plum soup was delivered to Yongshou Palace and it made Wang Chan's face wrinkled.

Wang Chan went to ask Chunchan and the master for help. Lan Cui did the same. They were looking forward to having an ice drink to cool off this afternoon. It had been getting sourer lately, and the three of them really couldn't stand it.

Moreover, when I asked around, I found out that the sour plum soup of other people in Yongshou Palace tasted normal, but when it came to the three of them, it was very sour, and it kept getting sourer.

I don’t know if the master has noticed it or not, whether he can tolerate sour food or if Eunuch Jinzhong only did this to them and was reluctant to give it to the master.

Chunchan handed today's sour plum soup to Yanwan, and seeing her tasting it carefully without changing her expression, she asked cautiously, "My dear, what do you think of today's sour plum soup?"

Yan Wan held the bowl and looked at it carefully, "I always feel that it seems to be getting more and more sour." There was some confusion on her face. She thought that she was afraid of sour food, so it felt more and more sour.

Chunchan's question made Yanwan a little suspicious. It turned out that it was not her illusion.

Yes, only then did Yan Wan discover that the sour plum soup of the four people from Yongshou Palace was many times sourer than that of others.

Chunchan smiled awkwardly and advised Yanwan to appease the jealous girl, "Eunuch Jinzhong must be feeling uncomfortable after seeing the trumpet creeper every day."

Lan Cui came over and picked up the vase, and moved the flowers that were in full bloom next to Yan Wan to the side hall, "My Lord, please don't let me get the trumpet creeper flowers. How can Eunuch Jinzhong be happy if he sees this every day?"

She drank the sour plum soup in the bowl in one gulp and said, "Okay, okay, I get it." Yan Wan estimated that Lan Cui should have some friendship with Zhao Jiuxiao, so there was no need to use her far-fetched excuse anymore.

In the past few days, Lan Cui and the others had been looking around anxiously, and kept whispering to her, wondering if she was tired of Jinzhong and wanted to abandon him.

What the hell is going on here? Just a few flowers, and Jinzhong abandoned them. Yanwan really didn't understand what these three people were thinking.

Forget it, forget it. To make the three of them feel at ease, I will not bring back the trumpet creeper.

"You don't need to go pick trumpet creepers tomorrow. The emperor hasn't come much in the past two days. You'd better not pick some flowers for no reason and ruin their vitality." Yanwan looked at Chunchan and told her.

"Yes, my lady," Chunchan replied, "Eunuch Jinzhong will be delighted if he knows about this."

"I don't care what he does. It's not because I'm afraid of him getting angry." Yan Wan glared at Chun Chan who was smiling. She was not that timid.

It's just because the emperor is not coming, so there is no need. I'm not afraid of Jinzhong getting angry, there's nothing to be afraid of.

"Oh, Master Ling, I have come at an inopportune moment. I just happened to catch you and Chunchan whispering to each other." Jinzhong suddenly appeared at the gate of Yongshou Palace, but before he got close, his words came first.

"Jinzhong, why are you here?" Yanwan had just shown off her power in front of Chunchan, and when she finished speaking, she was caught by the real person, and her face suddenly became a little flustered.

Chunchan immediately slipped away to find Lancui, telling her not to come out and avoid catching the two flirting.

"The emperor loves his master and, considering the hot weather, he asked me to bring you some sour plum soup." Jinzhong walked into the palace slowly and took a quick look at the layout of the palace. He was happy to find that there were no more eyesores.

"Put it down." Yan Wan turned her head slightly towards the table next to her, motioning him to put it here.

Jinzhong carefully opened the food box and took out a bowl of sour plum soup. It still smelled cool, but the color was much darker than normal.

This bowl was carefully placed on the table, and Jinzhong removed the lid from underneath and took out another bowl of ordinary sour plum soup.

He handed the bowl he took out later to Yan Wan's hand, and said with tenderness, "I was thinking that if there is something annoying next to you, I will give you this bowl of sour plum soup that I carefully prepared."

Jinzhong lowered his head and smiled, with an expression of uncontrollable joy on his face, "Haha, I didn't expect that you already felt that the trumpet creeper was an eyesore and didn't put it next to you to admire it."

He raised the bowl of ordinary sour plum soup higher with his hand, "Then drink this bowl, sir."

Yan Wan looked at him suspiciously, blinked, and took a sip. Her face wrinkled as she drank it, "It's so sour."

Jinzhong took the bowl again, fearing that Yanwan would spill it on herself and stain her clothes. "Master, don't be impatient. I haven't finished yet."

"This first bowl was made by me. I added three times the amount of black plums and only a little water. I didn't add any sugar. I tasted it and confirmed that the plum soup was sour enough without any sweetness."

"What about this bowl?" Yan Wan wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief and felt as if she had drunk a mouthful of vinegar. Although the color looked light, it was also very sour.

Jinzhong looked at the bowl in his hand and said, "This bowl of wine that the master is drinking is also prepared by me personally. It is made with a lot of vinegar and a small amount of sour plum juice."

Jinzhong held the bowl and chose the place where Yanwan's lips just touched, and drank the liquid inside. Yanwan hurriedly pulled his sleeve, "Hey, sour!"

He placed the bowl on the table and held Yan Wan's wrist with both hands. "It is indeed sour, Master, but it is nothing compared to the sourness in my heart."

He knelt on one knee, squatted in front of Yan Wan, and put the back of her hand against his heart, "When I see this trumpet creeper every day, my heart feels like it's been soaked in vinegar, it's very sour."

"Okay, there is a reason for this, and you won't need this flower anymore in the future." Yan Wan leaned closer and stroked his ear with her other hand.

Jinzhong's tone was full of grievance, his head resting on Yanwan's legs, his hands still on her knees, and he whispered, "The slave doesn't like trumpet creepers."

Yan Wan stroked down his thick black braid, comforted him, and said, "I promise you, there won't be any more."

"Really? Please don't lie to me." Jinzhong suddenly raised his head and looked up at Yanwan, his eyes sparkling, and his face became much happier in an instant.

Yan Wan's heart softened. Jin Zhong's likes and dislikes were too straightforward, but straightforwardness also had its cuteness. She hurriedly said, "Really, really."

Jinzhong smiled and put his face on Yanwan's legs again. The two of them had a warm scene.

Chunchan leaned her head out to take a peek and saw what was happening. She then ran back and told Lancui about it quietly.

Lan Cui also looked very happy, "That's great, I finally don't have to drink the increasingly sour plum soup anymore."

*Ling Yunche felt that nothing he did was going smoothly recently.

In the past, he would occasionally run into Concubine Xian and talk to her, but he didn't have to take the duty too seriously. He was recommended by Concubine Xian, so everyone naturally gave him some face.

But recently, for some reason, one day the emperor called him for something and he was not there, and something almost went wrong.

Fortunately, Jiang Fu was a good person. Although he was a bit flattering, he still did it for him.

The commander of the guards reprimanded him for dereliction of duty and fined him one month's salary.