The surname of the Shanggong Bureau, the surname of the Shanggong Bureau, is exquisitely clear, and he is only in his thirties before he sits firmly in the position of the Shanggong Bureau, and he is very open in front of the masters in the palaces, and he is a long-sleeved and good dancer. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When Murong Wei returned to Beijing, it was already mid-May, and Guo Shanggong knew that June would be followed by her birthday, and he was afraid of being together with several major events in the palace, so he hurriedly ordered someone to measure Murong Wei's size and make her new clothes.

It has been customary for the princess's birthday, and it is not cumbersome to choose six sets of dresses of various colors with appropriate accessories. Since the needle room got the word from the Bright Wei Palace, there is no need to make that kind of Yuehua skirt that is often torn at every turn in the future, and the embroidery girls are really relieved.

Guo Shanggong was thoughtful, he had been paying attention to Murong Wei's clothes for a while, and seeing that the colors and styles had changed from gorgeous to light and elegant, he had a general idea in his heart, and he had already ordered according to Murong Wei's preferences.

The needle room selected a skillful embroiderer, carefully made six sets of ready-to-wear, and sent them to Guo Shanggong first. Guo Shanggong carefully inspected and found that there was no problem from color to style, so he sent the people from the needle room to go back.

With such a ingenious skill as sending clothes, showing his face in front of the master, and getting a lot of rewards, Guo Shanggong was naturally reluctant to give up. Taking advantage of the free time in the afternoon, she made some novel gifts, ordered someone to hold a newly made Luo Yi, and walked along the lonely and deep shade of flowers towards the Bright Wei Palace.

Guo Shanggong is in charge of the entire Shanggong Bureau, overseeing the six bureaus and twenty-four divisions, and he is in charge of hundreds of people in his hands, and he can be regarded as a pivotal figure in the palace.

She is a daughter of a declining family, and she doesn't have such a big ability, just because she is a fellow villager of Mama Bai in Shoukang Palace, as soon as she enters the palace, she recognizes Mama Bai as her godmother, and her status naturally rises.

The masters in various palaces bought the face of Mama Bai, and she was smart and willing to work, and her identity soared.

Dividing flowers and willows shuttle through the path of flowers, Guo Shanggong looked at the upper of his palace skirt exposed under the slight ripples, and the moon-white beaded high-soled palace shoes were embroidered with delicate magpie climbing branches, elegant and noble.

She suddenly remembered that on the first day she entered the palace, she wore a pair of shabby embroidered shoes with red cloth on a white background, and cramped herself trying to use her skirt to cover the sneering eyes around her, so she stood in the sun in fear, waiting for the summons of her grandmothers.

If he could go back to the past, Guo Shanggong would rather still wear such simple shoes and walk in front of the fields at will, just like these verdant bamboos on both sides of the road, living happily and openly.

Instead of stepping on delicate palace shoes like now, walking on thin ice.

In the blink of an eye, Guo Shanggong also stood from the lowest slave to the upper echelons of this palace. In front of a blooming Xifu begonia, looking back at the courtyard of the nine-fold palace, she sighed slightly, as if she missed the spring of Shaohua that would never reappear when she first entered the palace.

The shadow of the flowers in the Bright Wei Palace is heavy, the swing frame made of agarwood is reflected in a sea of purple flowers like a mist and illusion, and the large green plantain has open and broad leaves, spreading the sparse shadow on the ground.

Since the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather has gradually become hotter. Yingluo opened the fan, took out Murong Wei's customary Xiangfei mud gold and white gauze fan, put it on the dressing table, and took advantage of the sunny sun to order a few little girls to dry their clothes.

Murong Wei had just woken up from a nap, finished redressing, and was standing under the porch, lazily teasing a snow-white parrot. Behind her, Hongdou held a vermilion lacquer gold-painted tray, which contained Murong Wei's commonly used Jun porcelain gold-threaded teacup. When you smell the fragrance, you will know that it is the Zhengshan small species that Murong Wei loves to drink.

As soon as Murong Wei added a few peeled walnut kernels into the small pastel jar in the parrot's cage, a little palace maid reported that Guo Shanggong had asked to see her and came to give the princess her clothes on her birthday.

Murong Wei had a vague impression of this Dashang Palace, who was in charge of the Sixth Bureau and the Twenty-fourth Division, but she had never seen her since she returned from rebirth. Murong Wei put down the small plate containing peach kernels in her hand and instructed the palace people to invite Guo Shanggong in.

Guo Shanggong folded along the path of pomegranate flowers to Murong Wei's bedroom, folded through two pink walls, and saw the eldest princess standing sideways under the Wu corridor with her hair in a bun from a distance, wearing a simple jade white skirt with a pale pink rose embroidered on the hem, which was waiting to be released.

The breeze caressed the hem of Murong Wei's jade white tuck skirt, Guo Shanggong looked at the rose flower fluttering in the wind, and suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed to have returned to the basics, with some of the calmness of the breeze and the bright moon.

It's just a girl under the age of fourteen, how can she feel like this? Guo Shanggong blinked again, looked at the eye-catching jade white dress among the flowers, and secretly laughed at himself again.

Before entering June, there is no need for ice, but in front of the dormitory, there are a few large porcelain jars of azure painted orchids, planted with lotus leaves and hibiscus, and a few branches of the swaying posture, from the blue to the quiet, look at it is comfortable and cool and transparent.

Guo Shanggong sighed while watching, his hands in his sleeves were unconsciously tightened, for fear of losing his honor for a while, and he secretly pinched himself, revealing a humble and decent smile. First salute Murong Wei.

I haven't seen her in two lives, and I can't remember her appearance, I only vaguely think about Guo Shanggong's good popularity.

When Murong Wei turned his head to look, Guo Shanggong was dressed in a pale yellow Hangzhou silk palace robe, embroidered with a light brown treasure pattern, with a royal blue shawl on his arm, long eyebrows and sideburns, and his hairpin combed neatly, quite a bit of the nobility and majesty of a court lady.

Guo Shanggong has a smooth goose egg face, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and slightly curved red lips, and always smiles before speaking. How familiar her appearance was, Murong Wei's heart sank darkly, remembering the face from years ago, and even remembering the bloody old incident.

Murong Wei pressed her mood, and made a gesture of invitation to Guo Shanggong with a smile: "Under the big sun, labor Guo Shanggong will personally run this trip, drink a cup of tea and go again." ”

Guo Shanggong naturally couldn't ask for it, so he thanked him and followed Murong Wei into the dormitory. When you enter the hall to see, you can see that the windows in the hall are wide open, and the thin silk curtain of the turquoise primrose pattern hangs down, which does not block the wind or shade the scenery, and the purple and red and the condensation of the pearl outside the hall are unobstructed.

In the hall is a slip of jade-colored gauze tent and drapery, embroidered with green and fresh fresh lotus, it seems that there is a fresh and moist breath on the face. After Guo Shanggong took a seat, he drank a bowl of mung bean sweet soup given by Murong Wei, and the cool breeze outside the window blew on his face, and his heart was even more comfortable.

Guo Shanggong pointed to the neatly folded clothes in the six trays held in the hands of the palace people, smiled like a string moon, and described them to Murong Wei one by one: "The princess's birthday is in June, because the weather is getting hotter, the slave maid chose some refreshing colors. Princess, please see, if something is not to your liking, she will rush over again. ”

Alizarin red, ivory white, lake blue, emerald green, Qiluo jade and cherry blossom powder, a color of new Gongshu brocade, the material is light and soft, the weaver is exquisite, and the embroidery is gorgeous. Although it is made of ordinary Luo skirts, it is graceful.