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The four beauties are gathered, and they often don't know that there is a Han or Wei or Jin when they talk and laugh.

The four of them either cook tea and enjoy flowers, or chant poems and paint, which is a rare leisure.

In June, when Murong Wei was born, the plant sent by Yun Zhi was extremely vigorous, and Xiangxue took care of it every day, and it was already full of the wide-mouthed plain pottery pot from a few small plants.

is still the same as before, as long as Murong Wei sees Zizhinian's outstretched little hand, and thinks of Yun Zhi's tenacity and uprightness that the wildfire can't burn inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows again, for no reason, she will think of the eternal sentence "Holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son" for no reason.

The face is also like Xia Lanxin's recent days, there is a faint haze flying by, and the plain makeup that is not covered with rouge and crimson is particularly moving at the end of August when the fragrance of cinnamon and chrysanthemum is fragrant.

The last time Yun Zhi entered the palace, she brought an oval curled edge plain pottery flower pot, on which was still the vast smoke waves painted by herself, and the three or two lone sails were scattered on the sea.

She instructed Xiangxue to change the pot for her son, taught Xiangxue to mix traditional Chinese medicine residue in the soil as base fertilizer, and carefully taught her how to mix soil and how to fertilize.

Seeing that Xiangxue looked good, Yun Zhi nodded with satisfaction, and said to Murong Wei while cleaning his hands: "Xiangxue is really well taken care of. After a long winter, I don't know how vigorous it will grow into next year."

Yun Zhi has a little sadness of "feeling flowers splashing tears" recently, and Murong Wei joked with a smile in order to make her happy: "Midwinter has not yet arrived, and spring is still early, let's talk about the present." The vast clay pot painted by Zizhi is so beautiful, I am afraid that next year this flower will be too vigorous to squeeze in the pot, and I will have to work with a pair of slender jade hands and do some rough work of masons and painters. ”

Even if Yun Zhi smiled faintly, there was always a little lingering sorrow between his words. She casually plucked a branch of the defeated purple Xuanyue and threw it into the gargle, a barely audible smile floated.

Such a good girl, Murong Wei really wants to know where her destination is. She cast her eyes on the windowsill of the child, who had only been repotted for a few days, and reminisced carefully.

It's a pity that Yun Zhi is blank in his memory of his previous life, and even Yun Yang, who Xia Lanxin married, Murong Wei has only heard of his name and has not seen him. I didn't know that there was such a woman with such a blue heart as Zizhi, and several people in this life could still get so close together, and in my vague memory, there was nothing about the second half of Zizhi's life.

"Princess, take a look at this, okay?" Yingluo's soft inquiry pulled Murong Wei's thoughts back from Yun Zhi's body.

The pretty girl was nimble, but she had her makeup done in the blink of an eye. A bead hairpin on a simple bun is divided into two strands, bent into a flower-blooming and pedicle style, there is no other decoration, only two east bead pendants shallowly attached to the earlobe, simple and generous.

The light purple palace robe has a slender waist and long sleeves, and a silver rose stretches from the waist to the shoulder, and the pearl is as bright as a pearl. The light clothes are Chu Chu's waist, and this simple to the extreme dress is even more lined with Murong Wei's black hair and crow green, hibiscus powder, and it is not like eating fireworks in the world.

The tassel was naturally unwilling to stand out in front of Murong Wei's eyes, and diligently took the cloak with honey-colored peacock gold silk treasure patterns, and quickly draped it on Murong Wei's body, with a smiling face as delicate as a flower: "Princess, do you want the slave maid to serve you and go to Hanzhang Palace together?"

"No need, Yingluo will go with me to sit with Sister Wan, but I'll be back in a moment. You put the lily incense you ordered at night earlier, and then tell Qiu Xiang to make a few more side dishes in the evening, and let's have a small banquet in the Bright Wei Palace, and let her come and sit down. Murong Wei ordered the tassel with a faint smile, and patted her shoulder affectionately.

Seeing that the tassel was puzzled, Murong Wei's handkerchief gently flung her arm, which was quite meaningful: "Is the silly girl too confused? Today, August 29, didn't the past celebrate your birthday every year? What do you want to eat, hurry up and talk to Qiu Xiang, tomorrow will not be so decent." ”

Yingluo had already smiled and bent her knees to the tassel: "Before congratulating the birthday star, the sisters originally wanted to congratulate each other at the evening banquet, since the princess said it, I have to bow first." ”

These days, the strings in my head are too tight, and the tassel has forgotten his birthday.

Murong Wei not only remembered it clearly for herself, but also was still willing to give her this dignity according to the previous rules, which was unique in the Canwei Palace, which was a great grace.

Tassel didn't hear what Murong Wei said just now, and only focused on celebrating his birthday, how could he have paid attention to the repetition of the grace that there will be no more tomorrow.

For a while, I only felt joy descending from the sky, and there was light on the tassel's face, and I was busy reaching out to pick up Yingluo, and I replied with a half-salute. The smile on his face contained a hint of shyness, but it was even more charming: "Thank you for the grace of the princess, according to the taste of your sisters, please prepare a few more dishes." ”

The tassel is covered with the back of the goose yellow Shusi, which is clear and clear, and the words are also very cute. The back that drifted away reminded Murong Wei of Qingzhu'er's mouth and wasp's tail needle, and sure enough, with Su Duhan, both of them were able to be vicious, and they were perfect in front of each other and behind their backs.

Murong Wei shook her head silently and walked out with Yingluo's hand.

Yesterday, Wen Wan mentioned that she wanted to cook lotus tea, but it was not just for the sake of talking between the sisters, but to give Murong Wei an excuse to go to Hanzhang Palace, where she waited for Qiu Sishan's audience.

There is such a thing hidden in the Canwei Palace, and Murong Wei is naturally a little restrained. If you want to hear what is wrong with Qiu Sishan's Guo Shang Palace, it is most appropriate to choose Hanzhang Palace, where Wen Wan lives.

Since Mama Luo looked for Qiu Sishan to pay attention to Guo Shanggong's every move, now there are more than a month. Qiu Sishan is very careful, he has no contact with Canwei Palace on weekdays, and today is the first meeting between the two.

Murong Wei and Wen Wan sat down in the side hall, Wen Wan took the scalded cup and poured a cup of freshly boiled lotus tea for Murong Wei, and Murong Wei asked anxiously, "Are people already here?"

"I've already asked her to wait in the flower hall", Wen Wan motioned to the palace maid to summon someone, and then said to Murong Wei: "Then Guo Shanggong really has a problem?"

"Eight or nine are not far from ten, although I don't know who she is, it was her handiwork that Mama Luo was resented to death that day. Although Mama Luo is now living by her side, when she mentions the planting of the plum blossom cheese that day, Murong Wei still hates itchy, "She and her stepmother, neither of them are good things." ”

Since there is a problem with the incense in Shoukang Palace, it is impossible to get rid of Mama Bai, a master of incense making. Guo Shanggong's identity still needs to be verified, Gu Chenxiao has already found out the real case of Mama Bai for Murong Wei, she is not a native of Xixia at all, but from Dali.