"You, go see your mother for me!" Emperor Qinghua said to Zhao Juwei. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"The retainer retired. ”

Zhao Juwei came out of the Palace of Nourishing Heart, all the way through the imperial garden, it was late autumn at this time, the grass and trees withered and scattered, but the skilled craftsmen in the palace always had a way to extend the flowering time, and even transplanted the varieties that were not suitable for opening in this season from the greenhouse, let them shiver in the cold wind, but they withered and died in a day or two, and naturally the next batch of delicate flowers would make up for it.

is like his mother, who was forcibly placed in this deep palace, but after a few years, his face has long been gone, and his heart is like a pool of stagnant water.

However, that person is still three thousand beauties, and there is never a shortage of young and delicate concubines.

Passing through a sparse plum forest, perhaps because of the cold in this palace, the red plums have opened, although no one cares about it, but it has a natural wild interest.

There was a cold fragrance on the tip of his nose, washing away the dullness he had blocked in his heart in the Heart Cultivation Palace, and Zhao Juwei's expression was much more relaxed.

He stopped.

In front of me is a quiet palace, giving people a sense of seclusion that is so cold that it is far away from the glitz of the world, and even the three big characters of "Ning Xiang Palace" do not have the slightest luxury.

According to the example, the nobles want to share a palace, only divide a courtyard inside, but because of this, the Ningxiang Hall is too far away, and no concubine wants to live in a palace so far away from the Son of Heaven, so only Zhao Juwei's biological mother, Hao Guiren, occupies this place exclusively.

In addition, she is not in good health, she is bedridden all the year round, and rarely walks around with other concubines, and over time, this incense hall has become a forgotten place.

It's a rare place to be clean.

Zhao Juwei remembered that there was a time when Emperor Qinghua sighed like this.

It's just that he rarely comes, and in Zhao Juwei's memory, there are only so many times a year, borrowing the name of appreciating plums.

What if even the Son of Heaven is above ten thousand people? There are still things that dare not do what they want.

Zhao Juwei stood outside the hall for a long time, he didn't go in for a long time, and there were no columns of palace maids and eunuchs, and it was cold like someone was here, and he stayed for more than 20 years.

The memories from childhood to adulthood come to my heart one after another, and it seems to be the same every time I come, like a holy ritual.

A sacred ritual that washes away distractions, ambitions, and glitz.

In the middle of the night, he raised his hand, intending to push open the door of the confined temple by himself.

"Squeak", a heavy sound of opening the door came, showing its longevity, and then a smiling face poked out from behind, "Niang Niang said that it was His Royal Highness, and the slave maid didn't believe it, but it was really you!"

She dyed her eyebrows with joy and saluted Zhao Juwei.

"Aunt Yufu. Zhao Juwei also smiled, as warm as the spring in March, shallow and faint, very comfortable, "I'll come to see the concubine." ”

"Your Highness, come in, it's still a little cold outside!"

The woman who was called Yufu hurriedly let go of her body, and kept saying: "Niangniang only asked about you when she got up in the morning, isn't it coming now, the slave maid will go and make tea for you." ”

Zhao Juwei didn't stop her, let Yufu go to work, and walked straight to the hall with his feet.

"Yufu, but the pavilion is here?" asked a very gentle female voice before he could enter.

Zhao Juwei took two quick steps, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's my son who is here, and Aunt Yufu is going to make tea." ”

When I entered the inner room, I saw a woman wearing a bean green palace dress coming over, her appearance was four or five points similar to Zhao Juwei, but her body seemed to be a little weak, and her lips were pale.

Seeing Zhao Juwei, tears first appeared in Weiyu's eyes, but he didn't let it fall.

"Mother!" Zhao Juwei held her arm and shouted.

"Come and sit down. Hao Guiren found his voice again, still choked up, "Sit down and rest." ”

His gaze fell on his face and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Ting'er, you've lost weight and you're dark. ”

"Really?" Zhao Juwei said indifferently, "Grandfather also said that his son is strong!"

Hao Guiren laughed suddenly, like the pear blossoms in April, beautiful and moving, and said angrily: "What does he know!

I just heard the news from my father, and I was still happy in the end, and I couldn't help asking, "How is your grandfather?"

"Anyway, I can drink more than my son. ”

"You!" Hao Guiren's slender finger touched Zhao Juwei's forehead a little, "Even you can't fool me?" ”

"My son didn't dare, he was telling the truth, on the day he returned to Beijing, my grandfather had to pull his son to drink, but when I woke up the next day, he had already run away with the caravan, leaving his son alone there, isn't this something that can be drunk?"

Zhao Juwei said innocently, Hao Guiren listened, covered his mouth and laughed, "Your grandfather likes to play tricks on people, and my mother was often deceived by him when he was a child, and this character has not ......changed since he got old."

Suddenly became a little sad as he spoke, "After so many years, I don't know if our father and daughter can still see each other." ”

As he was talking, Yufu came over and said with a smile: "Isn't Niangniang often said that His Highness looks the most like an old lady, just take a few more glances at His Highness, so wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone? ”

She was Hao Guiren's maid in her mother's house and followed her all the way to the palace.

"Well, none of you are serious about talking to me. Hao Guiren is rarely so happy, maybe it is because when he sees his son, the depression in his heart is swept away, and there is no longer the loneliness of the past.

Zhao Juwei said: "If my mother meets my grandfather, my son has a way." ”

Although it is difficult, it is not impossible for him now.

"That's it. Hao Guiren hurriedly said, "You must not do this, how many pairs of eyes are staring at you in this palace? I don't care, I forgot that there is a person like me, you are different, you have to be careful in everything." ”

Zhao Juwei was a little unhappy, and put his mind out, "How can my son ignore his mother for himself?"

"If you have this heart, my mother will be extremely satisfied. It's not just for you, but you also have to think about your grandfather, I'm afraid how he didn't want to enter the palace. ”

"Your Royal Highness, this is a new pastry that the slave maid has worked out with the mother these days, can you taste it?" Yufu took a plate of delicate dim sum in time and brought it up, and the clear pastry was still faintly red, only the size of a bite, "This is made with the dew on the red plum in front of our palace, and some plum bones that are not opened are added to it, and it is dyed with the fragrance of red plums, and the mother tastes it and says it is excellent." ”

Zhao Juwei stretched out his hand and twisted a piece.

Hao Guiren and Yufu looked at him in unison, as if they were waiting for a child to praise.

Forget it, he will do what his mother wants him to do, why bother to make her worry about herself and feel uneasy?

He tasted it carefully for a while, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the things here are delicious from my mother and Aunt Yufu." ”