Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

Even though he received such sincere and beautiful wishes on his birthday as "blessings like the East China Sea and longevity compared to Nanshan", Shen Qingzhuo fell seriously ill after returning to Jiyue Pavilion that night.

This pair of physical foundations is so poor that I couldn't help jumping into the water twice in the winter and tossing. After that, the low-grade fever continued, and I coughed all night long, making it difficult to sleep.

The imperial physician was ordered by the Holy Majesty to go to Jiyue Pavilion for diagnosis and treatment on time every day. He personally brewed soups and medicines.

Mr. Shen was recuperating on the warm couch in a dazed state of consciousness. He was still thinking about his young apprentice who was grounded, and from time to time he would send little Dezi to secretly send some food and clothing to the cold palace.

When he was a little better, he stood up again with strength, bent over his desk to annotate the poems and songs one by one, and then gave them to the young apprentices in the cold palace to study by themselves, chatting to pass the time.

The two masters and apprentices, one in Lenggong and the other in Jiyue Pavilion, exchanged letters through the air, which is quite a bit of literati taste.

It's just that Xiao Dezi has worked hard to be a messenger who secretly sends messages back and forth.

Years of age and clouds, the sun and the moon will be eliminated, and it will be another year in a blink of an eye.

On the day when Shen Qingzhuo got up from the bed, the sky was clear and the sky was as clear as washing. The bright sunlight penetrated through the red walls and black tiles, and climbed onto his face with nostalgia.

After recovering from a serious illness, Young Master Shen's complexion was pale, and his figure became thinner and thinner. Even though he was wearing a fluffy fox fur, his slender waist seemed to be broken if folded.

"My lord, it's windy today, why don't you go into the inner hall to take shelter from the wind?" Xiao Dezi stood beside him, persuading with worried eyes.

Shen Qingzhuo closed his eyes to enjoy the fresh air, and after a while, he replied leisurely: "If your son doesn't bask in the sun, grass will grow on his head."

Xiao Dezi let out a "puchi" laugh: "My lord, you really know how to joke."

The eunuchs and maids of Jiyue Pavilion are busy cleaning and removing dust, tying red silk to the branches, and hanging auspicious knots everywhere, full of joy.

Shen Qingzhuo asked curiously, "Is there any happy event in the palace recently?"

"Tomorrow will be New Year's Eve, my lord." Xiao Dezi replied with a smile, "My lord just happens to catch up with the New Year's Eve and recover. This is a good omen. You will be healthy and healthy in the coming year, free from disease and disaster!"

"So fast..." Shen Qingzhuo held the fox fur with one hand, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

***

Ordinary people's homes usually prepare for the New Year since they were young, but the palace has been preparing since the beginning of the twelfth lunar month. The monk and supervisor of Guanglu Temple were so busy that they finally got everything ready before New Year's Eve.

On New Year's Eve, when Shen Qingzhuo slept until the sun was high, he lazily got up, dressed neatly, washed up, and leaned on the warm couch to read books bored.

According to the customs of the Yong Dynasty, on New Year's Eve, the emperor had to share a reunion dinner with the harem concubines and the princes. Emperor Guangxi felt sorry for the original owner who was alone, and specially allowed the original owner to have the banquet with the princes.

"Today's New Year's Eve, His Highness is still under confinement." Before going out, Shen Qingzhuo ordered Xiao Dezi, "Make the dinner richer and send it to the cold palace while it's hot."

Xiao Dezi responded: "I understand."

The royal banquet was held in Chengde Hall on New Year's Eve. When Emperor Guangxi stepped into the gate of the hall, the concubines and princes sitting on both sides stood up and greeted him one after another.

Emperor Guangxi was wearing a bright yellow embroidered dragon robe, and slightly raised his hand: "Excuse me."

After everyone was seated again, he walked forward slowly and greeted the graceful and luxurious Empress Dowager sitting on the phoenix chair: "May the Queen Mother be safe and well."

The empress dowager smiled: "The emperor has a heart."

Shen Qingzhuo sat in his seat well-behaved, watching the nose, nose and heart, quietly admiring the scene of the empress dowager and the emperor's mother being kind and filial.

Today's family banquet gathered almost all the nobles in the palace.Everyone present knew him, but there were only a handful of people who could call him by name, so he had to be cautious in every word and deed.

After a while, the Empress Dowager looked around with gentle eyes, and asked, "Why didn't you see Shen'er?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the hall had different expressions, only Shen Qingzhuo listened quietly with lowered eyes as if he hadn't heard it.

In previous years, no one had ever cared about the existence of the Seventh Prince in the cold palace, and everyone unanimously excluded him from the royal banquet, but they did not expect to be brought up by the Queen Mother this year.

Emperor Guangxi's face darkened slightly: "Lao Qi is still under restraint."

"It's a big Chinese New Year, why is it still grounded?" The Empress Dowager frowned slightly, and said in a disapproving tone, "Shen'er is young, even if he made a mistake, he should let the child have a good New Year."

"My mother doesn't know something." At this time, Concubine Shu choked up slightly, "Yuan'er has woken up since falling into the water years ago, but he has been in a daze all day long. He can only lie on the couch to rest, and he doesn't know when he will recover."

Shen Qingzhuo secretly complained in his heart, probably in the next life.

The queen, who was sitting on the right side of Emperor Guangxi, comforted in a gentle voice: "Concubine Shu, don't worry too much, the imperial physician will definitely find a way to heal the fourth prince."

Shen Qingzhuo raised his eyes calmly, looking at the dignified empress.

According to the description in the original book, the empress of the Yong Dynasty was born in a poor family and had no one to rely on. With her gentle and obedient temperament, she was honored by the emperor and was canonized by Emperor Guangxi as the empress of the world.

There is no other reason. The empress dowager of this dynasty interfered in the government affairs before, and Emperor Guangxi hated foreign relatives interfering in politics.

However, is this empress really as gentle and virtuous as she appears?

Not at all.

"Okay." Emperor Guangxi's tone concealed a bit of impatience, "It's a great day, don't mention those frustrating things."

Upon seeing this, His Royal Highness quickly changed the subject and said, "Grandmother, a magpie flew over to the East Palace early this morning, chirping very pleasantly. Do you think this indicates that there will be happy events in the palace?"

"You child, you can make grandma happy." The queen mother smiled lovingly, "What's the happy event? Could it be that the crown prince wants to accept the crown princess?"

After some interruptions, the atmosphere at the banquet became relaxed again.

Before the family banquet ended, the princes kneeled down three times and kowtowed nine times to the queen mother, the emperor and the queen in order of seniority and youth, and received purses containing gold and silver, which is commonly known as lucky money among the people.

Shen Qingzhuo was mixed in, and naturally received a share.

"It's a serious illness, and you've lost all your bones." The Queen Mother looked at him lovingly, "Did the soothing incense that Aijia gave you have any effect?"

"Thanks to the Empress Dowager, Qing Zhuo has been sleeping very well recently." Shen Qingzhuo replied with a low eyebrow, "It's just that he has just recovered from a serious illness, and his body is still a little weak."

"I almost forgot about this." Emperor Guangxi leaned back on the chair and waved his hand with a weary expression, "Today you go back to rest first, take care of your body, and don't worry your father and brother."

"Yes." Shen Qingzhuo kowtowed again, "Qingzhuo will leave first."

He respectfully withdrew from the inner hall, and the moment he turned around, he was keenly aware of a gaze that could not be ignored, fixed on his face.

He turned his eyes slightly, and met a pair of clear and bright eyes.

It was the third prince, Xiao Hongyao.

However, he didn't stay any longer, and looked away as if nothing had happened, and slowly left Chengde Hall.

***

Back at Jiyue Pavilion, Shen Qingzhuo didn't have time to rest, so he hurriedly called Xiao Dezi and asked how His Highness the Seventh Prince was doing today.

Xiao Dezi replied truthfully: "Your Highness is not in a good mood today, he only asked the servant to put the dinner on the table, and then kicked the servant out."

"Get out?" Shen Qingzhuo frowned slightly, "You kindly brought him dinner, but he still kicked you out?"

"Your Highness is usually not like this." Xiao Dezi hurriedly spoke kind words to His Highness Seventh again, "Perhaps it is not very comfortable today, and this servant looks at him, His Highness looks not very good."

Shen Qingzhuo let out a soft "tsk", probably guessing in his heart what the little apprentice was up to, so he got up and changed into a snow cape, and headed towards the cold palace alone.

Today's New Year's Eve, he gave the servants of Jiyue Pavilion a holiday, leaving only Xiao Dezi to serve, so he didn't need to deliberately avoid others at this moment.

Stepping back from the lively New Year's Eve banquet, standing in front of the gloomy cold palace, comparing the two, I feel that this place is getting more and more deserted.

Shen Qingzhuo couldn't help but sighed lightly.

His little apprentice spent eleven New Year's Eves with his crazy mother and concubine in this gloomy cold palace.

With a sound of "squeak", he slowly pushed open the heavy palace door.

At the same moment, Xiao Shen was lying on his back on the bed, staring at the pitch-black roof, motionless like a corpse.

New Year's Eve, another New Year's Eve.

He never looks forward to New Year's Eve, this day has no superfluous meaning to him, it just means that he has lived another year in a meager way.

"Little apprentice?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded in the dead darkness.

Xiao Shen was shaken all over, and jumped off the bed suddenly. When he was excited, he unexpectedly knelt down firmly on the ground facing the door with a "plop".

Shen Qingzhuo stood at the door with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

After a while, he said hesitantly: "My dear apprentice, are you... asking for the new year's money from your husband?"

Xiao Shen: "..."

The author has something to say:

Little Wolf Cub: It's only natural to kneel down and kneel down to my wife.

------------