It has been half a month since received the news from Shen Ye again.

Chu Yu packed up and saluted, and stretched out.

"There's nothing left to take, let's take a look, we're going back to the palace."

The golden den and the silver den are not as good as her own dog kennel. No matter how good Shen Ye's place is, it is not her Changle Palace. It is better to go back early.

However, since Qi Qi has been asked to pass the news, it means that Li Changhe's affairs are all done.

Before the great purge, it is bound to be turbulent for some days.

Sitting in the sedan chair, Chu Yu waved to Qi Qi, and swaggered into the palace.

This trip was not like going out for refuge, but rather like returning from a trip.

Suzaku Street became lively again, and the guards of Xuanwumen let them go without even looking at Chu Yu's token.

Gee, it's quite insightful.

In the blink of an eye, it was approaching the end of the year, and it was getting colder and colder, and the stove in the Taiji Temple was burning vigorously.

Chu Chen has been very busy these days, but fortunately, there is Shen Ye by his side.

Otherwise, he might stay up late and die suddenly.

"Your Majesty, Princess Qinghua has returned to the palace."

The valet around him also changed, but this little eunuch looked fairer and kinder.

"Let's go, follow me to meet you, I guess you have reached the gate of Taiji Hall by now."

With a happy expression on Chu Chen's face, he immediately put down the Zhubi and got up to greet him in person.

It was her daughter who loved him dearly, and knew that she would be the first to come to see him after returning to the palace.

Unlike Chu Ang, that bastard, as soon as he returned to Shengjing, he ran and took the Duke of Town to the mansion.

But when he thought of Chu Ang, Chu Chen's eyes darkened.

The whisk in the little eunuch's hand trembled and said with an apologetic smile,

"Your Majesty, Your Highness has returned to Changle Palace."

People didn't even think about coming to Taiji Palace, so they went straight to Changle Palace after returning to the palace.

"Hey, both brothers and sisters are little bastards."

Chu Chen rolled his sleeves, pouted, and stood against the wind, like an empty-nest old man.

Forget it, as long as the two of them are well, they won't come if they don't come to see him.

Chu Chen sighed, looking at the memorial memorials piled up on the royal table, he wanted to cry without tears.

He really wanted to retire, and he also wanted to eat, drink, and have fun.

Speaking of this, Chu Chen really felt a little hungry, and quickly ordered Wei Zhen to prepare some food for him.

This person is iron rice or steel, and he is so hungry that he does not eat a meal.

Although he ate it in the morning, it should not be too much for him to add a meal.

With a creak, the temple door was pushed open, and a small figure walked over with a plate of cakes with his head lowered.

"Just leave it here, I'll eat it myself later."

Right now, the court is unstable, and he still has a lot of things to deal with.

Chu Chen didn't lift his head, and his whole body fell into piles of memorials.

"The pastry won't taste good when it's cold."

Hearing the familiar voice, Chu Chen suddenly raised his head, only to see Chu Yu carrying a food box and placing the pastries on the table one by one.

"Hurry up and eat it, Father, it's still hot."

The delicate pastry exudes a sweet and greasy aroma, which can't help but make your index fingers move.

"You brought these from the imperial kitchen?"

It looked good, but the imperial kitchen only had hundreds of cakes, and he was tired of it.

The things that Ayu sent were very novel.

"What the imperial pantry brought, these are all made by Erchen himself."

The appearance, the ingredients, and the fragrance are unique in the world.

When she was in the small house, she was idle and bored, so she began to study and think about making cakes to eat.

It's better to make it yourself than to go to Babaoge to buy it every day.

Since then, Chu Yu has been out of control when making cakes.

After experiencing repeated failures and the anti-pastry team spontaneously formed by Xiang He and Qi Qi, Chu Yu still ended up perfectly.

Mastered the essence of pastry making.

"A-Yu made it by herself, it's definitely not ordinary, you can try it first."

Although Chu Chen was moved, his reason still remained, and he immediately picked up a piece of mulberry almond cheese and stuffed it into Chu Yu's mouth.

Mainly five years ago, Chu Yu wanted to serve him a bowl of longevity noodles, but after the whole imperial kitchen was blown up, he had a shadow on what Chu Yu made.

That black thing, it is difficult for people to know that it used to be a bowl of noodles.

Seeing Chu Chen's dislike, Chu Yu didn't give him a good face.

"It's fine if you don't eat it, I'll take it back and feed the dog."

Seeing that she was really angry, Chu Chen sighed and whispered,

"Ayu, are you sure the dog in your palace eats it?"

Right now, we need to cut down on expenses, and it's not a waste to buy another dog.

Chu Yu:

She shouldn't have rushed over to visit the lonely old man.

With a creak, Wei Zhen came to inform Shen Ye to see him.

Chu Yu knew that the two were going to talk about business, but when they were about to leave, Chu Chen stopped her.

"How do you say it's your former master, don't plan to meet?"

"not see!"

Angry, the kind that can't be coaxed.

How ruthless Shen Ye was when he said that, how much Chu Yu doesn't want to see him now.

Picking up the food box, Chu Yu walked with the wind and didn't even meet Shen Ye, just pretended that he didn't see him.

"Tsk tsk, you have such a great temper."

But it is also fortunate that he was frank early, otherwise it should be him who is hated now.

Chu Chen breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Shen Ye still looked the same, he quickly waved to him,

"Shen Aiqing, come here, this is the pastry just sent by the imperial kitchen, try it."

Although the taste and appearance of the cakes are very good, Chu Chen still intends to let someone come over to try it out just in case.

This person is naturally Shen Ye who hit the muzzle of the gun.

Looking at the pastries in front of the table, Shen Ye's eyes moved slightly, thinking of the letter from Ah Qi to him a few days ago.

These pastries are all made by her.

The big palm with clear phalanx held up a piece of delicate pastry, Shen Ye lowered his head and put it in his mouth, tasting it carefully.

"Really good."

Chu Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and just when he was about to bring a piece for himself, the hand that was stretched out was retracted.

"It's just that the inner core of this pastry has a spicy taste, which is ingenious."

Sweet and spicy, worthy of being his daughter, just thinking about it is exciting.

"Then what, if Shen Aiqing likes it, you can take it all, you're welcome."

He would not eat the dark food that Chu Yu tossed out, and he still wanted to live a few more years.

"Then thank you, Your Majesty."

Shen Ye cupped his hands, his expression still flat.

And Shen Ye was also used to Shen Ye's appearance, so he didn't care about anything.

After the two had finished talking about business, Chu Chen kindly asked Wei Zhen to bring a food box to pack the cakes.

sighed silently in heart, it is estimated that someone like Shen Ye could endure Ayu.

On the Changle Hall side, Chu Yu finally finished packing everything, and she was so tired that she even drank several cups of tea.

"Since Shen Ye is back, the Third Emperor should be back as well."

Chu Yu asked, but the playful atmosphere in the scene instantly froze.

It was Xiao Shunzi who reacted first, nodding his head and saying,

"Yes, the Third Highness returned to Shengjing together with Lord Shen."

The crowd laughed, and the atmosphere became stagnant again.

"What about the others?"

Chu Yu had a bad premonition in her heart.

The third brother has always loved her, and she has returned to the palace for so long now, and she has never seen the third brother.

This is not quite right.