Black clouds are turning ink, thunder breaks out, and heavy rain threatens to destroy the city.
Through the painted pillars and railings of the palace, I seemed to see the peaceful face of the emperor's brother in the coffin again. On the day I entered the tomb, the sky was so gloomy.
Emperor: Jueyin, I heard that red mustard can be used to produce the Yang-Returning Pill, but is it true?
Jue: Your Majesty, when I was studying in Weishui, my wife used to make pickles with red mustard in winter.
Emperor: It turns out that I love eating red mustard, why don't I order someone——
Jue: No! ——Thank you, Your Majesty, minister——
Seeing the blush of embarrassment seeping out of Qingyang's face, Shang Junyin couldn't help laughing wildly, and the clear laughter of the two people resounded in Hanyuan Hall.