coobybook Chapter 112 An Le Si went to play in the snow at her grandmother's villa in Northeast China.
Chapter 112 An Le Si went to play in the snow at her grandmother's villa in Northeast China.
The Lunar New Year had already passed in 655.
An Dingsi discovered that she was still alive and kicking, living with her maternal grandmother in Northeast China.
Therefore, it was impossible for Empress Wang to do something that would kill herself in front of everyone.
There was no reason for Consort Wu Zhao to strangle her own daughter, risking a brainless act of mutual destruction.
She thought, these people also said that Consort Wu thought that her father loved her too much, so she was jealous of her and strangled her to death.
Sigh, this is really a terrible way to portray women's jealousy.
If Consort Wu was such a jealous person with such a major character flaw, how did she break through the encirclement and become the Empress of a prosperous era? Wouldn't that contradict some of the rumors?
In the Northeast Ice and Snow Fairy Tale Village, the aroma of stewed pork bones with marrow wafts through the courtyard, and the snow reflects the unique warmth of the winter sun.
An Ding Si, wrapped in a large floral cotton-padded jacket, was peeling bean pods with Zi An at the door of her grandmother's house.
Although the villa outside the palace is not large, everything in the courtyard is exquisite, and all the furnishings are of the highest quality!
Although everyone's clothes weren't fancy, they were all made of top-quality materials!
Inside the house, Grandma Yang was enjoying a puff of her pipe when she heard the noise outside. She couldn't help but mutter, "Little Si, I've had Xiao Lan make the Changsha stinky tofu you wanted!"
An Ding Si (wrapping her little cotton-padded jacket tightly, exhaling white breath, pulling on Zi An's arm, her little face scrunched up):
Brother Zian, these people are a bunch of idiots. They think they're pretty smart and keep showing off everywhere. They're more trouble than they're worth!
They actually said my mother strangled me! Look at me, I'm alive and well now, making up all sorts of nonsense every day, and it'll be passed down through the ages!
Zi'an (while helping Grandma Yang peel bean pods, squinting at her):
Has anyone pinched you before? Can I try it first?
Let me see if it's some kind of "fairy resurrection" secret technique. Try again, if that doesn't work, give me a pinch? I'm wondering if this divine skill can't be passed on to me?
An Ding Si (so angry he almost couldn't catch his breath, his eyelids drooped):
Get lost! You really dare to dream, kid. If strangling me could rewrite history, I wouldn't pin the blame on Consort Wu, I'd pin it on you instead!
Tell me, are these people out of their minds? I'm standing right here, perfectly fine and alive, how could people say I was strangled to death by the Queen herself?! And they even wrote about it in several officially published books…
Besides, no matter what, my mother would never strangle me! If she were truly ruthless, she would have sent me to the palace to study with Consort Xiao long ago. How could she let me stay here peeling beans with you? Hmm~ a hundred strokes of the cane, chopped off hands and feet, drunk to death in a wine vat... Hmm, I need to see if this is really the case.
Zi'an (blows his breath to warm his hands, then smiles as he takes a handful of bean pods from her):
Oh dear, Si'er, don't be silly! What ghost would be afraid of if it were reincarnated? Besides, if someone said your mother strangled you, she'd be heartbroken! This rumor sounds as absurd as frozen cabbage for the New Year!
Yesterday, I went to the village entrance to buy scallions and overheard two old ladies talking. They said your mother was awful, jealous of your beauty, and afraid you'd be more glamorous than her, so she just pinched you!
I almost spat out my saliva—this idea is as imaginative as the Changbai Mountains in winter!
An Ding Si (unable to suppress a laugh, pouting, while peeling bean pods and glancing up at Zi An):
Hahaha! I'm pretty?? Did they confuse my looks with the old ice monkey in the snowdrift?!
Look at my silly face! My father loves me just as much as he loves my mother. Besides, how can I be as cute as Princess Jinyang back then?
If my mother really could strangle me to death just to frame Empress Wang, then she wouldn't need to be an empress!
You'd think they were blind, but my mother was spoiled rotten by my father in the palace, as delicious as fresh fish stewed over a wood fire!
Who does she need to compete with? She's busy protecting her own power, why is she playing this choking game? What's the point of wasting her energy?!
Grandma (peeks out from inside the house, a pipe dangling from her mouth):
What's wrong? What's wrong? Who talked about my second son, Wu Er, again? What's this? We don't have to fight with them in the palace in the dead of winter, and the Princess can come to this imperial palace to drink bone broth and build snowmen. Have you two eaten too much and have nowhere to digest your food?!
Don't spread rumors based on what you hear. Stop talking nonsense because of these irrelevant people, or I'll spank you both!
Zi'an (quickly stands up, waves his hand, and chuckles):
Grandma, you didn't hear the whole thing, please don't be angry! I was just thinking about Xiao Anle. Everyone's saying she's a little fairy resurrected, she almost became a legendary adorable child time traveler! That's why I say, our little Anle not only needs to be pampered, but we also need to cultivate her in an ice and snow sport!
Whether I'm doing well or not is something my mother knows, and that's enough. I understand what my grandmother means.
An Ding Si (glaring at Zi An while calling out in a spoiled tone, "Grandma!"—the Northeastern way of addressing one's maternal grandmother):
Grandma, Grandma. Look at this, Brother Zi'an has started making things up! He says I can repeatedly come back from the clutches of "Death" and be reborn. Now the whole village knows I'm a ginseng fairy in disguise, and he's practically a master of "resurrection magic"!
Sigh, internet celebrities always have a lot of trouble!
Grandma (suppressing a laugh, patting her big head):
Alright, alright, stop joking! You little devil, just like your mother, you've got some tricks up your sleeve. You're a little devil, turning all those mean words into jokes!
Changsha-style stinky tofu is ready! Eat up, here, so you don't have to keep talking about it. I'll feed you a big piece! Come on! Don't complain about the smell!
Zi'an (who immediately perked up upon hearing the words "stinky tofu"):
Grandma, your Changsha stinky tofu is the most authentic and unique one I've ever heard of in the entire Tang Dynasty! Hurry up, we can't wait!
The moment you bite into this crispy tofu, your mouth is filled with a wonderfully pungent aroma; one bite and it's like being blown away!
An Ding Si (chews with a mouthful of fragrance, looking "drooling"):
I also want to try the dried tofu rolls with scallions, paired with Northeastern soybean paste—it's amazing! You can taste that earthy, pungent flavor the moment you take a bite. Forget about any imperial cuisine; it can't compare to my grandma's classic Northeastern home-cooked meals!
Grandma: "Alright, hurry up and start writing, Zi'an. Where's the script? Or should we just find the village loudspeaker to announce: The An Ding Si has been resurrected! Don't listen to those rumors, come and watch our little fairy princess shelling beans!"
Zi'an said, "Grandma, you're overthinking it. This story definitely won't reach Chang'an! Let alone the place where it's written in the History of Tang."