Chu Qiao's biography of Yuan Chun and Yan Xun

It's late autumn, and the weather is a bit chilly, but not unbearable.In the past at this time, the Yan Palace would not burn earth dragons, but this year is different. The mistress of the Yan Palace is afraid of the cold and has a delicate body. The prince specially asked her before departure, so a large amount of silver silk charcoal was prepared in the mansion early. She is nearly fifty years old. The old butler was full of energy, and directed his servants to unload the carts of charcoal fires. Yanbei would be very cold in winter, and the charcoal fires had to be prepared in advance every year.

The small animal stove in the room spewed out wisps of smoke, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms permeated the room. I took a light breath, and immediately felt much warmer.I don’t know where it started, but this body gradually became aware. In the past, apart from human body temperature, I could hardly feel the severe cold or warmth, but as the time of lethargy became longer and longer, those senses became more acute. what?

I spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush with some difficulty, wrapped the fox cloak around my body tightly, and continued my crooked daily life. Yan Xun asked me to write letters when he left. I thought and thought, but I really didn’t know what to do, what It's too nasty when you come back, so I simply wrote the recipes for the three meals a day, and also included the daily routine, um, praise for my witty self.

Today's sunshine is very good, and it's a bit boring to stay in the warm room for a while, so I called the little maid and said that I wanted to go for a stroll in the mansion.Since arriving in Yanbei, I have been sleeping most of the time, Yan Xun was afraid that I would be tired, so he was always by my side, so I have never really visited Yanwang Mansion.

The little maid tied up the cloak for me, and poured Mrs. Tang again. I took it with a frown, and then walked slowly along the bluestone path with great interest. The layout of the Yan Palace is not as gorgeous as the Great Wei Palace, but the scenery is very good , even in late autumn, there are still many lush trees.I stepped on the old bluestone, imagining over and over again how Yan Xun lived here when he was a child.Yan Xun was sent to Chang'an when he was ten years old. Before he was ten years old, he was born here, studied, and learned martial arts from his father and brother.

I raised a happy smile on the corners of my lips, and then coughed twice uncontrollably. The little maid's brows and eyes flashed with nervousness, and she hurriedly said, "My lord, the wind is blowing. This servant will help you back first. The prince is outside. You Be sure to take care of yourself." I closed my cloak and replied yes.

Emperor Wei was lying on the dragon bed in Qinzheng Palace panting heavily, the most brilliant imperial physician in the palace was helpless, and the seventh prince Yuan Che was guarding in front of Emperor Wei's bed, seeing his formerly stalwart father become like this, his heart ached some sad.On the day when he returned to Beijing with the secret edict, he first went to see Yu Wenyue in Qingshanyuan. This person was resourceful, and he had heard many rumors when he was at the border.After asking, I found out that the father had not been in court for a month, but there was no news of serious illness, which was very strange.

The next day, when he went to the palace to face the saint, he was stopped in the Qinzheng Hall. If Yu Wenyue hadn't noticed something was wrong, his father might have died in the hands of the beauty.It's a pity that Concubine Lan Gui, who has been imprisoned in the sky prison, refused to tell who the person behind was. The little prince named Hao'er was also strangled to death in Jiaolan Palace by a mad palace maid.

Yuan Che never thought that he would be able to return to the capital. He was not favored by his father, and he stayed in the bitter cold of the border for five years. He fought dozens of battles, big and small, and suffered many injuries. His father never looked at him directly, but when he was seriously ill, he sent him back to take care of him.He couldn't understand what it meant.

Father Huang wanted to hand over this great Wei to him.

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About the specific content of the letter

Wake up at Si time in the morning, wash and dress, drink red bean porridge,

At noon, I sat at the table and ate mandarin fish, tofu, eggs, and several kinds of vegetables.

Take a nap

Youshi drink white porridge with crystal cake and a little fruit wine.

When Haishi was bored reading, he fell asleep.

The courier rushed to deliver it to Persimmon, and Persimmon expressed his excitement^_^

After reading the letter:  …