Ore Palace Ballad

Following the deaths of Wei Jieyu and Wei Shunyi, the palace suddenly lost two concubines.The harem, which was already quiet, is even quieter now.In addition, it was cold early this year, and the first snow fell profusely all night.When I woke up the next day, I only felt shivering from the cold.

"Oh, hello, God is really tossing people, the snow outside has no shoes." Qingbi opened the curtain and entered the house, shook the snow on her body outside, and ran to the stove to warm her hands. The moisture on his body was dried, and then he walked into the inner room.

Jiang Yuyao was sitting on a chair, while Qinglan was combing her hair.Last year's hand stove and foot stove were taken out and cleaned, and small charcoal was burned inside.After the expansion of Linxian Palace, her bedroom became bigger, just like the mansion outside, with a front and back yard.Now she still lives in the old place, but the place is more spacious, and the backyard is reserved for the children to live in in the future.

She lived to the left after entering the door, which is the place to eat, and to the right is the place to live.In the middle was originally a desk with a fan given to her by Gong Yurong.Later, she was afraid that it would be damaged, so she put it away, and now there is a landscape painting hanging on it.There is a thick curtain hanging on the gate, which was made by the palace seal. The Shangyi Bureau asked someone to measure the size and embroider the pattern.

Going to the right is the outer room of her bedroom. There are two stoves, and the servant girls are waiting here. The eunuchs can't come in, so they can only serve outside, so most of them have sleeve stoves. It's not easy to boil.

She has a hot body, so she is not afraid of the cold, but she prefers to cough.Cold clothes on the upper body, only a little pimple all over the body.So Qingbi took out the clothes, let the two little maids hold them, took a pot of hot water, poured it into the fire, and started ironing the clothes.This thing was made by Nian Sizhang, Jiang Yuyao just mentioned it casually.I heard that at that time, Nian Sizhang had read the book for a long time, and drew nearly a hundred styles. Just for building it, he made forty or fifty of them for trial use. Now this thing is sold outside the palace by people with a little money .

"I got up at night last night. I saw the big ones. I thought I should stop this morning, but let alone stop. Now it's even bigger. How can I go out? Shangshi Bureau just sends people to deliver ingredients Come here, six eunuchs came, saying to save more." Qingqiao took a piece of meat porridge and put it on the stove outside.I swept the snow off my body, and baked my hands again.

"Your Majesty can eat a hot pot of mutton. If you can eat a pot of mutton, you can enjoy it in such a day." Qingqiao asked the green bamboo beside her. She knew the most details about the empress's body.

Qingzhu shook her head, indicating that she could not eat, and told Qingqiao: "My lady's diet is mainly light recently. You go and cook a pot of fish and sheep soup, and my lady can drink a bowl of it. It's not a problem."

"It can be boiled for some, it will take at least four or five hours, and you have to use firewood, you can't cook that kind of taste in the pot." When Qingqiao talked about this soup, she couldn't help swallowing, fish and sheep are fresh, It is boiled out of such a pot, and the taste will never be forgotten once you drink it.

Qingzhu thought for a while and felt that it was time-consuming. She shook her head and put it to the back of her mind, "You can do whatever you want, the smell is strong in the room and you can't get it out."

After Jiang Yuyao got dressed, Qing Qiao watched the porridge on the stove start to boil again, so she quickly took it down, filled a bowl and brought it in.

Jiang Yuyao barely ate two mouthfuls, and let them take it.

Qing Qiao came in with a small plate of pickled vegetables, and said with a smile: "The servant got up early in the morning to be busy, the empress should finish this bowl anyway."

"Yes, thanks for your hard work, chef." Jiang Yuyaofu picked up the spoon again and ate half a bowl before putting down the spoon. There was a salty taste in his mouth, and he took another piece of pickled melon, which was sour and salty and refreshing. It has a soft porridge taste inside.

Thoughtful and thoughtful, although he didn't show it on the surface, he was sad and hurt his body and mind inside.Qingzhu looked at the pulse, and wanted to say something, but she held back her mouth.

After eating, Jiang Yuyao walked into the study room, picked up a pen and started copying books, as if she were practicing calligraphy and meditating.

But today she couldn't calm down no matter what, and the words she wrote were even more impetuous, vaguely hesitant, and her writing was weak and soft.

Gong Xi held her hand and helped her finish the last sentence.Every word strikes like a knife and gun, every stroke carries the meaning of killing, even the hook seems to hook people's lives.The words are like iron bones, and there is no flaw in the iron bones.

"I taught you how to write, but you used it to copy the script. You love the love in it the most. How can you write about hurting the spring and the autumn now?" Gong Xi smiled in her ear.

He held her hand, took a new piece of paper, and wrote on it: We will become husband and wife, and we will never doubt our love.Rejoice in the eve of the night, graceful and good time.

couple?Jiang Yuyao let go of the pen, and the tip of the pen fell on the paper, just smearing the word "husband and wife".

"It hurts to write, and you don't feel sorry for me." Jiang Yuyao squeezed her fingers, as if she was really tired.

Gong Xi looked at the paper, squeezed it into a ball, and threw it on the ground, "It's dirty, you and I are more than husband and wife"

"They were all buried?" Jiang Yuyao asked about Wei Jieyu, but she didn't show up when the two were buried.The third concubine didn't go either, but those who were lower than them all went.

Gong Xi: "It should be, the person sent has not returned yet"

Jiang Yuyao walked out of the house slowly, the snow outside hadn't stopped, and now the road that had just been swept was covered with a thick layer, "The weather is really strange, it's only the end of October, and there's only so much snow this winter. It's tough"

"Don't worry, I've been arranged by someone early on, so there won't be any trouble." It's not the first time Xue and the others have met, but the last time, when the two were in love, it was also the first time she left A Yao.

Jiang Yuyao wore that silver hairpin on her head, but her complexion was tender and fair, and her lips were as red as vermilion. Standing outside the door, it was as if she had been drawn on a painting by force. cut.And the person next to her was still the ink-colored dragon robe rolled with gold trim, and the looming dragon body.

"Chen De had someone kill two deer, and I have someone divide them up. Let's have a barbecue at noon." Gong Xi took a white cloak and put it on her, "If you want to go out for a walk, I will accompany you. Just the two of us "As he said, he took out his umbrella and opened it, as if he was ready to leave at any time.

In this kind of weather, she doesn't feel cold, but Gong Xi is different, if the shoes and socks are wet, most people would only feel it is bitingly cold, but to Gong Xi, it feels like a knife cut.Jiang Yuyao reached out and held her palm, as expected, it was as cold as ice outside.

"This day, you are really leisurely." Jiang Yuyao let go of her hand and shook her head.

The warm palm suddenly moved away, and Gong Xi didn't react for a while.The opened umbrella was still in his hand, and the people around him had already entered the house.He used an umbrella to block the blowing snow, threw the umbrella to the little eunuch at the side, and ordered: "Let the small kitchen prepare things for the barbecue, and call Chen Fu over and stand on the porch."

The author has something to say:

keep another wife

Author: Su Wu

Dynasty: Han

The knot is a husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love.

Huanyu is here tonight, graceful and good time.

How can you look at the night when your husband is Huaiyuan?

Shenchen is gone, go and leave forever.

The campaign is on the battlefield, and the meeting is not expected.

Shake hands and sigh, tears are for a living.

Work hard to love Chunhua and don't forget the happy time.

Life should come back, and death should be Sauvignon Blanc.