Zhang Zhaohua can still change a set of clothes, but these women, Yugui can put it down, but how can the real red big-sleeved shirt be changed, the three-layer leno clothes are covered with sweat, and everyone's face is like soup.

"Why didn't you see Mrs. Wang," Zhang Zhaohua didn't see the Da Wang family, so he said, "Niangniang didn't see it either?"

Mrs. Wang didn't come today, she was old, although she also wanted to enter the palace to see her daughter, but her health was not good, so she only called Mrs. Zhang Fu Hu and Mrs. Zhang Hui Liu.

Zhang Fu's wife didn't seem to see it, as if she was called away by Zhang Guifei, Zhang Hui's wife Liu looked at her from a distance, very worried, naturally because Zhang Zhaohua took her husband off the brocade guard, but Zhang Zhaohua didn't plan to do anything, at most he would be locked up for a few more days, otherwise this guy was a person from the King of Han, and he didn't see anything, and the King of Han didn't have such disrespect when he saw her.

After receiving the cold drink and snacks rewarded by Zhang Niangniang, the wives almost went back separately - there was originally a banquet behind, but in such a hot weather, no one could stand it if they really had to eat and drink in full court clothes for a long time. However, there is still a scene behind, placed in Tinghuayuan, there are several ladies who love to listen to dramas still accompanied Zhang Guifei to listen, and Zhang Zhaohua also went, but suddenly saw that Hu was sitting next to Zhang Guifei and said these things, but as soon as she saw her coming, she suddenly kept silent, and retreated after a while, and after a while Zhang Zhaohua asked her, saying that she had already returned home.

Zhang Zhaohua saw clearly, he didn't offend the Hu family, Zhang Fu did not support the King of Han like Qiu Fu, he had always only respected the King of Han, and even selfishly, Zhang Zhaohua felt that he seemed to belong to the prince, such a nobleman, how could Zhang Zhaohua not make good friends, not to mention that Zhang Fu's wife Hu Shi is the granddaughter of Hu Dahai, the prince of Wuzhuang in Yueguo, and she is a famous family, and a large number of in-laws behind this, Zhang Zhaohua can't afford to offend.

The gongs and drums were noisy, interrupting her thoughts for the time being, because it was the birthday of the concubine, the palace teacher rehearsed many excerpts, Zhang Zhaohua used to like to listen to the sound of gold and stone in the north, because since he became the emperor, he changed the popular southern opera in the palace, and changed it to the northern song, so Zhang Guifei, who was born in Beiping, likes to listen, and Zhang Zhaohua can also hear it, but at this time, her brain hurts noisily, and she can't remember anything for a while, and it took a while to remember Sister Yu'er.

Sister Yu was brought over to congratulate Zhang Guifei on her birthday, and Zhang Guifei was naturally happy to see the well-behaved and well-behaved Sister Yu'er: "It's really a good boy who knows etiquette, I like it at a glance, and I wonder if you princess and concubine see it, so you are reluctant to let it go." ”

She said as she untied a cage pendant and played with Sister Yu'er. This cage pendant is made like a drop of water, quite beautiful, Zhang Guifei saw the little person pinching it in her hand, so she wanted to stroke her face again, but she frowned slightly when she ran into it, and quickly said: "It's very hot, don't hold the child, just let her play." ”

Zhang Zhaohua, who was right and saw something wrong, said: "When I was a child, I didn't want to sit for a while, listen to the drama or something, just look at the excitement, but I can't understand anything." ”

Zhang Zhaohua stopped talking, sat quietly and watched a play, and then said goodbye, and returned to the Chunhe Palace, only to know that Sister Yu had a summer heat, her face was pale, and she was lying on the bamboo mat, sweating all over, and the bamboo mat had not been done.

asked the grandmother beside her, only to know that in Tinghuayuan, Sister Yu met Lu Jieyu, Lu Jieyu thought she was reckless, and asked her to stand under the hot sun for nearly half an hour, and when Zhang Zhaohua asked her to go in to celebrate Zhang Niangniang's birthday, people were already dizzy, but they didn't dare to be rude, and they actually came strongly.

Zhang Zhaohua watched the two imperial doctors come over and give medicine to the villain, and his memory coincided with the scene many years ago.

"Jieyu Lu, the daughter of the Korean protector Lu Guizhen-" Zhang Zhaohua squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "It's really a lizard's heart." ”

Sister Yu has been raised in the Chunhe Palace for more than a month, some concubines have seen her, and those who have not seen her know that she has a lovely female doll here, but Jieyu Lu Shi doesn't seem to know, saying that Sister Yu bumped into her - not to mention a small child, it won't be good to collide, and Lu is not a pregnant person;

Suddenly there was a person in the crowd, and this person didn't expect so many people to enter the hall, and the things in his arms were almost knocked off, and he shouted loudly before the hall was quiet.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Zhanji came over with the corner of his robe, and he saw the imperial doctor at the same time: "Who is sick?"

"Brother Chun'er, you come," Zhang Zhaohua called him over: "You be quiet." ”

Zhu Zhanji saw Sister Yu'er, whose face was pale on the bed, and said in disbelief: "It's her who is sick - isn't she okay in the morning, why can't she do it in a blink of an eye, and become like this!"

Zhang Zhaohua explained to him that he was suffering from heat stroke, and Zhu Zhanji didn't know if he listened to it or not, in short, he was lying on the edge of the bed without blinking, and when he saw Mama Li twisting the handkerchief, he reached out and took it and gently put it on Sister Yu'er's forehead. He did so, and suddenly felt embarrassed again, and looked back at Zhang Zhaohua's expression, "I see her like a kitten." ”

"Count you kind, it hurts," Zhang Zhaohua said: "Where did this grinding and drinking music come from?"

Zhu Zhanji had two clay fat dolls piled up in his arms, how did Zhang Zhaohua see that something was wrong, and found out that these two clay dolls were actually bare, and they were not wearing clothes at all.

She suspected that the people around Brother Chun had bad intentions, and she was furious in her heart, Zhu Zhanji seemed to feel it, jumped up all of a sudden, and stumbled to explain, saying that Sister Yu was ingenious and liked to cut clothes for such a grinding and drinking doll, make a red vest, tie a green gauze skirt, a collar shirt, wear a hat, and wear clothes, and there are different collocations, which can be changed.

It's almost the same as the Barbie doll toys of later generations, Zhang Zhaohua said: "You two are also like little dolls, you can't grow up." ”

Zhu Zhanji laughed, and at this time he suddenly heard a loud rumbling sound from the northwest corner - not thunder, not an earthquake, it seemed to be the sound of a drum!

Zhang Zhaohua couldn't help but be shocked, her mind was racing, and she stood up in disbelief - this is, Dengwen Drum!

Outside the hall heard more clearly, the drum beat rushed over, and the sound seemed to be like a sound, and many palace people and eunuchs stood still, showing a look of surprise, after all, as soon as the drum was beaten, every grass and tree in the capital could be heard. As the saying goes, the drum is like a horn that urges people to move forward, rumbling one after another, making people feel the momentum of victory with an inexplicable blow.

Zhang Zhaohua covered her pounding heart - it wasn't that she was scared, it was that the drum was infectious, and it resonated with her heart.

Zhang Zhaohua made a look, and Yisha quietly retreated, this drum is not easy to beat, Zhang Zhaohua himself has this experience, when she appealed for grievances, she knew that even if Emperor Taizu, who set up the Dengwen Drum, had a sergeant guarding the Dengwen Drum, and would not ask people to beat the drum at will. Now the question is, who beat the drum? How did he avoid the sergeant guarding the drum? What strange and tragic grievances did he have to listen to the heavens?