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Days passed, and it was the end of the year.

The civil and military officials, the emperor's relatives and relatives all rushed to fight for favors, wine and meat, and Qi Xiao also sealed his pen and seal on the last three days of the twelfth lunar month and stopped working. The maids and handymen rushed in and out to clean up, pasted Spring Festival couplets and blessings, There was a lively and peaceful atmosphere in the palace.

——Except for Lanyue Palace.

The snow melted a few days ago, making the temperature even colder. Even though he drank ginger soup that night, Qi Ping still got some wind and cold, and he was not allowed to go out.

Lanyue Palace is located in the easternmost part of the palace. The previous emperors had few concubines, and now the empress has no concubines. The harem is really deserted, and no one comes to visit. recliner.

I have read the books in the study no less than three times, and I can't leave the palace. Usually, Wei Bingcheng brings one or two books with him every time he comes. Now it has been more than ten days since he came last time. He started to read the book five times in his hand, while calculating when the next time the bookstore will stock up.

When it was not clear whether to buy goods for the sixth day or the seventh day of the new year, Shang'er walked into the room with a plate, a plate of dumplings, a few side dishes and a small pot of wine on it, and finally there was a Chinese New Year atmosphere.

Turning over, he just wanted to give Shang'er a hand, but he was glared at. Qi Ming had no choice but to sit obediently at the table and watch Shang'er prepare dishes and chopsticks.It stands to reason that there is a difference between a master and a servant, and the two should not eat at the same table, but Qi Yi doesn't care about this, for her, Chang'er is like a relative.

Since coming to Lanyue Palace, the nanny and court ladies who followed her since she was a child have all been removed one by one. In the end, only Chang'er, who is the same age as me, is left. There are no clothes.

As soon as the two sat down, Qi Yi poured wine for each of them first, and raised his glass to respect Shang'er.

Chang'er was overwhelmed by the flattery, and drank it down with blushing cheeks.

Then they chatted without saying a word, eating the vegetables, maybe there was something on their minds, and after a while, Qi Zhe had already had a few drinks, she was not good at drinking, and she was in a hurry to drink, her face turned red instantly, and she was articulate. It also gradually became unfavorable.

Chang'er saw that Qi Zhi had something on her mind, and the other party didn't want to tell her, and she couldn't ask. Seeing her like this made her feel distressed, so she kept serving her vegetables to let her eat more, so as not to hurt her body by drinking on an empty stomach.

As soon as Zhengzi was over, there was a deafening sound of firecrackers outside, and it came into the room through the window. , Chang'er, happy new year."

Her misty and half-drunk eyes were clouded with mist, and the flickering candlelight in the room set off her reddish cheeks. Chang'er froze for a moment, and quickly responded with a smile, but Qi Zhe raised the wine glass in his hand again, before he could stop it She drank it in one gulp.

"I'm tired, I'm going to bed." After finishing speaking, he put down his wine glass, and Qi Zhi wobbled to his feet and walked to the back room.

Before he took a few steps, his left foot was tripped by the corner of the table. Fortunately, Chang'er had a sharp eye and helped him up in time, and Qi Ting also took advantage of her strength, and the two staggered into the bedroom.

Changing clothes for Qi Ping and making the bed, and finally tucking in the quilt, he was about to leave when his left hand was pulled, Qi Ping lay on the bed and said in a daze: "Shang'er, I will make you a new set of clothes when I have money later, in case you come with me I got a new...Master, I can't lose it..."

Qi Ping was half asleep, half awake, and couldn't explain clearly. Chang'er put Qi Ping's hands outside into the quilt, adjusted the quilt well, looked at the peaceful sleeping face, frowned and murmured in a low voice: " The slaves don't ask for fancy clothes and food, they just want to be by your side and take care of you."

The man had already fallen asleep, and he didn't know if he heard what he said before.After rechecking the windows to see if they were closed, Chang'er turned off the lights, exited the bedroom and gently closed the door.

The first few days of the first month were very leisurely, except for the early morning of the first day of the new year, because of hangover, I almost forgot to go to the Hall of Supreme Harmony to pay New Year greetings to the emperor.At that time, His Highness knelt down on a group of people, and Qi Wei secretly raised his head to see Qi Xiao who was standing on a high place. She used to look at her like this from a long distance in the past, and this time was no exception.

When he raised his head to take a sneak peek, the other party's eyes also glanced here, too far away to see the other party's face clearly, but Qi Zhe was sure that for a moment their eyes met, and then Qi Xiao turned his gaze away as if nothing had happened, and Qi Zhe hurriedly lowered his head .

For the next few days, Qi Yi stayed in Lanyue Palace, practicing calligraphy and reading books in her spare time. For her, too much time was free, but Shang'er was busy doing something, sneakily, Qi When he came close to see her, he hugged her and hid her, so Qi Zhe walked away with a smile.

Then until the auspicious day of opening on the fifth day of the first lunar month, Lanyue Palace finally welcomed its first guest.

That day, Chang'er took the changed dirty clothes to the clothing bureau, and saw Wei Bingcheng hesitating back and forth on the path not far from Lanyue Palace from a distance, holding a red box in his hand.

Naturally, Chang'er would not go to greet her, so she turned another road and walked far away to the Huanyi Bureau.

But when she was busy, it would be half an hour at least, and found that Wei Bingcheng was still in the same place, doing the same actions as before.It was too late to turn around and leave, so Shang'er had no choice but to go forward and salute, the other party was also a little embarrassed, congratulated Xinxi and said that she had just arrived not long ago and was about to go in.

Shang'er didn't expose it, and said some polite words according to his wishes, and the two walked into Lanyue Palace one after the other.

As soon as he opened the door and entered, Qi Zhe was sitting in front of the desk practicing calligraphy.Looking up to see the two who came in, he quickly put down his pen and smiled to meet them.When he found that Wei Bingcheng didn't bring any new books in his hand, he felt a little disappointed, so he couldn't help but take a second look at the red brocade box in his hand.

Just now when he met Shang'er, he forgot to put away the brocade box. Wei Bingcheng seized this opportunity and handed it over. Although it was changed from a birthday gift to a New Year's gift, it would be nice if the things could be delivered to her.

Opening the brocade box and seeing the items inside, Qi Ping's face was filled with joy, he took out the Zihao and couldn't wait to bring warm water to open the pen, slowly rubbed the Zihao away with his hands, and suddenly said apologetically: "I have been receiving a lot from Mr. Wei for a long time. As a gift, the previous book is now Zihao, and I don’t have any valuable treasures to thank you in the Moon Palace.” While talking, fiddled with the nib of the nib, suddenly a flash of inspiration suggested: “If this is not the case, after starting the pen, I will make a painting and calligraphy gift to Wei Wei. How are you, my lord?"

For Wei Bingcheng, although Cuihengchun Zihao is a high-quality brush, if he wants it, he can get it at his fingertips. On the contrary, the calligraphy and painting written by Qi Bing is more precious. Hearing this, he is of course very happy and immediately nodded.

He took the paper and put it on, pressed the paperweight, put the pen in the warm water and continued to soak, Qi Ping re-ground the ink finely, the rubbing of the ink ingot and the stone grinder made a sound like running water, and the black eyes looked at the ink more and more translucent.

Everything is ready, the pen is melted just right, and the paper is used to absorb the moisture. The black-brown pen is as sharp as a cone, and the hairs stand gracefully. Then I used the side seam rice paper to draw a few lines of different lengths, with a hook and a stroke, sometimes blurred and sometimes dry, and I finished it in one go. After a while, I completed a picture of ink and bamboo, which is beautiful and lifelike.

After finishing the last stroke, Qi Ping picked up the painting and walked in front of Wei Bingcheng: "The green bamboo with an open mind, endowed with nature, born to be pure and alone, bamboo like a gentleman, couldn't be more suitable for Mr. Wei, you and I are both teachers and friends, this clumsy painting I laughed at the painting."

Wei Bingcheng felt embarrassed when he said it sincerely, and he didn't have the attitude of being in a position to follow others' influence in the officialdom. Although he was a little bit lost because he was both a teacher and a friend, he still took the painting with joy, thinking that he would have to frame it and keep it for collection when he returned home. .

Before Wei Bingcheng put away the painting, he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps outside the door, followed by a loud shout.

"The decree has arrived!"

Qi Ping looked outside the door, and saw a group of people walking towards here respectfully, surrounded by an old man.

Sure enough, what should come will always come.