Shangjing is dry, and the winter is cold, so all clothes must be prepared early.

Especially in Zhaosheng Palace, there is no mistake at all.

There are less than four months before the post-sealing ceremony, at this time, there are already female officials and aunts from the Needle Bureau to tailor the clothes for Concubine Jing, the female official's face is smiling, and the aunt's hands are also dexterous, without a trace of the favorite concubine in front of her to carry a high sedan chair, here it is said that half an inch should be left, there is said that the hem of the skirt should be put one foot longer, from top to bottom meticulous can not be more meticulous, everyone is like a mirror in their hearts, the one in front of the eyes is the future queen.

They all know how valuable the queen's phoenix robe and phoenix crown are.

The concubine stood quietly and asked 'you can do it by seeing', the best person in the palace is her, but no one dares to take Qiao in front of the concubine.

This is the future mother of the country, with a phoenix robe and a lot of glory, how can she do it. At the beginning, the emperor's attitude was very clear, this is not a folk marriage to the succession of the family, it is the orthodox Yuan Hou, but also the first queen from a foreign country in the north, the palace people have spread it all over, but when it comes to the posterior, most of them have a strong mother's family, or the daughter of a hero, such as a concubine who has nothing and no foundation, the only reason is that the emperor's love is heavy, so he can not rely on the ancestral shade, and be sealed by love.

Otherwise, the concubine has no family background and no long things, her biggest capital is that she has the saint as a backer, and no matter how she tosses, someone will pay for it.

With this alone, she can be proud of the crowd, and Mrs. Yu has to stand aside.

What else is there to say, just hold your head and do it, just one point, don't make any mistakes, the female officials privately complain that the days are too urgent, just rush to the saint, they are not too much to sew a year and a half in advance, they are afraid that something will happen at the end, and it will be too late to die.

The concubines in the Zhaosheng Palace are very cooperative, if they want to raise their hands, they will raise their hands, and if they want to turn around, they will turn around, Aunt Fen will take a look at it, and she will praise: "The slaves and maids have made clothes for the ladies of the palace for so many years, and only the body of the concubine is the best." ”

She is an old man who has accumulated years, she has spent time in the needle bureau all her life, she has energy with her eyes closed, the waist of the concubine is too slender, and she is an inch, which of those women who have been born and raised can be thin like this, although she is light and beautiful, judging from her years of experience in watching people, I am afraid that the concubine's body is not very good, and Shouyuan is easy to deduct.

Aunt Fen finished measuring her waist, and measured it from the left shoulder of the concubine to the right shoulder, from the side, it was a real mountain undulating, first-class body, no wonder the saint liked it so much.

She is a native of Yasukuni, and she is also one of the few old aunts who are still on duty in the palace, and half of the 12 divisions of the Interior and Inland Bureau have been replaced by people from the North.

Seeing the absent-minded appearance of the concubine, she didn't break it, and said with a smile: "The upper body of the mother is neat, and most of the clothes must be obedient." ”

Lu Changyun came back to her senses, was a little embarrassed to be praised, and nodded slightly: "Auntie is joking." ”

She has something on her mind now, she used to look forward to Gongsun Jia'ao not coming, but now occasionally (just occasionally), she will hope that someone will come to see her, it can be said that she is dragged down by this mood almost every day, and people have become troubled and lost, and the sorrow between her eyebrows is faintly surrounded, but it is a pity that no one can tell her.

Lu Changyun's heart knot is still there, the family and the country are the right way, but the heart can't help herself, and the person who stays with her day and night is an enemy, but he is her pillow person.

Emotional matters didn't come first, not to mention that she hid for three years.

The peaceful days before seemed to be short-lived, Lu Changyun was a little desperate, and she even thought that she was about to be unable to pretend.

Pushed away again and again, and the result was that she stepped back step by step. He was like kraft candy, more and more clingy, more and more inches, squeezing out Fu Sen's position is not enough, and he still wants to occupy all of her, no matter how she resists, he never thinks about letting go.

What's even more terrifying is that she doesn't actually have much resistance in her heart.

Does this mean that she is already like her sister, the person in her heart is still there, but it does not prevent her from liking another person.

So my sister is still staying in the Hou Mansion now, even if she is awkward in her heart, she refuses to leave the empty cage.

It was too late when she learned of Fu Ji's death, Deng Fuzi rode a fast horse to take pictures, but it was still too late, listen to his meaning, Fu Ji died of heart disease, just like her, since she jumped from the glass hall, she has almost become half a waste, countless decoctions are hanging, and one day you can't pour it in, and it will be over.

Lu Changyun couldn't imagine how sad her sister would be when she was by Fu Ji's side at that time, and she would be sad to see her beloved die.

She may not only be sad about Fu Ji's death, but also herself;

The loss of life is the most desolate, and the continuation of love is only a beautiful thought, and mortals can actually do nothing.

There was nothing they could do.

It's windy, and I don't know when the snow will fall this year.

Lu Changyun likes snow and wants to see it, but she is always worried in her heart, afraid that there will be no next year.

She was afraid she was running out of time.

Lu Changyun's difficulties are no less than anyone else's, and perhaps only Deng Fuzi can understand her.

After letting out a faint sigh, the people of the Needle Bureau also finished measuring their bodies in a timely manner, the phoenix robe needs to be made in a hurry, but the eight skirts are not used, what does the concubine want now, not to mention the two clothes?

When Gongsun Jiaao came over, he was not surprised to see her people talking again.

The medicine jar doesn't give an inch, and everything else is easy to say, except for the matter of drinking medicine, which will be discussed again and again.

Yes, Lu Changyun was bullied by Qingyun again.

She clearly remembered that it was not bad, she had just used the medicine of Imperial Doctor Hu in the morning, how did it just pass noon, she had just finished embroidering the words on the handkerchief, and the noble people of Ji took Mao Guifei to send a piece of agarwood, and put a bowl of hot bitter juice in front of her, the bitterness of acacia and the bitterness of Coptis chinensis are not the same, first sweet and then bitter, like acacia into the bones, just smelling it, can make people sour water from the bottom up.

Patients, they don't think about anything, they just want to eat something sweet all day long.

It's just that Qingyun has always kept in mind Deng Zaoliang's advice, as if referring to the ancestral teachings, and never dared to forget it.

If you change to Shizuka, you may be soft-hearted, and take advantage of the fact that others are not paying attention to Lu Changyun to grab two candied fruits and take them, but Qingyun will not.

Gongsun Jiaao didn't understand anything, knowing that she refused to drink medicine for another reason, he waved his hand and asked Qingyun to retreat, and he personally took the medicine cup and stepped forward, and said with a smile: "Where is the courage of the concubine to resist me at the beginning, just a bowl of medicine, and it is worth your anger with the slaves below." ”

"Qingyun she lied to me" Lu Changyun didn't know that her calculating appearance was very pleasing, so she just stared at the medicine and said seriously: "This medicine is very bitter, Imperial Doctor Hu also said, two more meals a day, no matter how many concubines can't drink it." ”

Maybe it's better to punish her kneeling than to drink medicine in her heart, how can she already be a mother, but she is still a child's heart on this issue.

"It's just a bowl of medicine, and if you put it aside, it will be cold" Gongsun Jia'ao slowly stirred the spoon and coaxed him well: "I know that you are afraid of hardship, so I brought something with me before I came" As he spoke, he took something out of his cuff with one hand, and said, "Oh, look at what this is." ”

Lu Changyun leaned over to take a look, there was nothing special, just a small half of the osmanthus cake, which was wrapped in a piece of silk, and when it was opened, a fragrance of osmanthus came out.

She was a little surprised, and looked at him inquiringly, Gongsun Jia'ao was uncomfortable, touched his nose, and pretended to cough again: "Why, what are you looking at me for?" ”

This is completely different from his original intention, obviously he wanted to see her throw herself into his arms with emotion, but the reality is that Lu Changyun will be completely wrong, thinking that the emperor is just pinching a little to urge her to prevent her from secretly pouring out the medicine, so he was not moved, only doubtful.

What an incomprehensible woman.........

Gongsun Jiaao watched her obediently drink the medicine, but the smile in her eyes did not decrease but increased, and saw that there was indeed not much decoction left in the bowl, so he handed over the osmanthus cake.

Lu Changyun is not polite, it is really bitter, and the sweet one can just be pressed, no matter whether the emperor is here to check the post or not, the man is better than Qingyun, and she will admit it.

When drinking the medicine, Gongsun Jiaao has been watching her, the southwest paid tribute to a batch of moonlight satin a few days ago, except for the two ladies in the palace, the rest are here with her, the material is light and impermeable, and the color is also lined with her, today is about a good mood, only turned out and changed into a body, compared with her previous plain, it is really a lot more delicate.

He had good eyes, and Lu Changyun was curious why he kept staring at his face, but he didn't want Gongsun Jiaao to point at the corners of his mouth, and gestured: "You didn't have it here when I came the day before yesterday, why are you red today?"

Lu Changyun touched the left side of his face: "Xu is greedy for cold at night, the window is not closed tightly, so the insects flew in, and they were bitten and half, and it is not in the way." ”

Also, she has delicate flesh - tender, and white skin, which is indeed a good material for attracting bees and butterflies.

The little red dot added a touch of cuteness to her.

Gongsun Jiaao endured and endured, so he didn't show up, but just pretended to be casual and said, "You come closer, let me take a closer look." ”

Isn't it just a bite from a small flying insect, what's there to see?

She leaned over suspiciously, Gongsun Jiaao really took a closer look, and then took advantage of her unpreparedness to gently peck on the top.

Lu Changyun's feeling was obvious, as if the touch on her lips was warm, and only for a moment.

She was unprepared, and her expression was a little stunned, unlike Gongsun Jiaao, who was very natural.

"Osmanthus cake tastes good"

It was about that the medicinal juice was really not very good, Gongsun Jiaao frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully: "But the medicine is indeed a little bitter." ”