Mama Luo saw that Murong Wei's face was tired, and she knew that she was tired, so she didn't urge her to eat, and told Hongdou to help her go to rest first. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The small kitchen had already left food, and Mama Luo felt sorry for Murong Wei's face was a little pale, so she ordered to carefully stew another pot of chicken soup, add a few red dates and a few slices of astragalus, and simmer slowly over low heat to replenish Murong Wei's qi.

Still not worried about Murong Wei, Mama Luo withdrew from everyone, put down the curtain lightly, and did needlework on the side to guard her to sleep.

The thin white dark silk is cut into Luo socks, embroidered with the pattern of Ruiyun Zhicao, which is the most soft and comfortable, and it can be completed with a few stitches. Mama Luo's embroidery is smooth and delicate, flying up and down with one stitch at a time, as leisurely as wearing flowers and attracting butterflies.

A sobbing in a dream alarmed Mama Luo, she hurriedly put down her needle and thread and went over to visit, opened the tent, and saw Murong Wei curled up in the smoke Luo Jin quilt sleeping deeply, but she frowned fiercely in her sleep, and she didn't sleep comfortably.

Mama Luo waited for a while, and saw that her breathing was gradually steady, so she didn't wake her up, but only stared at her with a pair of loving and warm eyes, gently smoothed Murong Wei's eyebrows, patted her back, saw her look slowly relaxed, and carefully put down the tent.

In the dream, Murong Wei saw the day she was sent back to Xixia again.

She wore a deep robe with a fiery crimson roll with a wide blue and wide edge, her grace was peerless, her eyes were like silk, she gently snuggled into Su Duhan's arms, and then pierced the sharp hairpin into his throat.

The blood flowed like an infusion, Su Duan's cold eyes were deep to the bone, and there was a group of helpless imperial doctors. Then, who ignored that group of quacks, blocked the wound on Su Duhan's neck with ashes of plants and trees, and gently pulled off her long hairpin?

She remembered that she was yelling frantically, not wanting the man to save Su Duhan, she pounced on her and fought, and was thrown to the ground by Su Duhan.

"Qi and blood retrograde, crazy for a while", the man said calmly with the attitude of a doctor, and accurately pierced the acupuncture point on the top of Murong Wei's head with a sharp silver needle, and she fell softly.

Before losing consciousness, Su Duhansen's cold and hoarse voice came from his ears: "I am waiting for you to be in the back position, and you don't even remember the affection of the past." ”

Sen Leng's voice was still in his ears, and Murong Wei in the hibiscus tent quietly opened his eyes. She touched the top of her head where the silver needle had been pierced, and her thoughts were like weeds, and she finally remembered the man's name.

In the past two days, there was a lot of rumors in the harem, and Queen Chu cleaned up the palace curtains, and sure enough, she found out a few palace attendants, and often revealed message transmission items in private.

The New Year was approaching, and Queen Chu didn't want to see blood, so she punished them as coolies in the Shen Penal Division, and ordered Aunt Qin to go and spread the word.

After Aunt Qin finished dealing with it, she returned to the Fengluan Palace, and she was already holding the lamp.

Queen Chu was idle, wearing a green plum-colored brocade dark pattern regular dress, and loosely holding her hair in a bun. The palace maid Banxia held the lamp, holding silver scissors in her hand, and was carefully pruning the pots of her favorite orchids.

A wisp of warm incense spilled faintly from the gold carved wisps of hollow hydrangea incense burner at the four corners, and the silhouette of the silver scissors under the lamp had a graceful and luxurious beauty.

The years seem to be extremely generous to Queen Chu. Qin Yao has accompanied her from a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl to today, and she has walked for twenty years, but she has not seen many marks left by the years on her.

Seeing her come back, Chu Yaoguang turned around and asked lightly, "It's all done?" The beautiful eyes under the lamp trembled slightly, still sparkling like a girl.

Qin Yao sighed that there was no trace of the years, but at this time, he really saw that his eyes were already faintly dusty, so hard working day by day, no matter how good his face was, he really couldn't stand the polish of time. She suppressed the sourness in her heart and replied in a voice that was no different from usual: "Hui Niangniang, it's all done." ”

took the lamp from Banxia's hand and waved her away. Qin Yao walked to the inner hall beside Chu Yaoguang, and gently reminded: "Niangniang, I have worked too hard these days, the so-called speed is not enough, Niangniang must take care of your body." ”

"Why don't you know about this palace? It's just that there are some things that can't be relaxed for a moment. Chu Yaoguang casually put the silver scissors on the case, and took the handkerchief handed by Aunt Qin to wipe his hands, "I just took a few minions today, and the real big fish are still hidden in deep water." This storm was stirred, but he still couldn't go deep into the water, Qin Yao, who was in a high position, was walking on thin ice, which was not pleasant. ”

The slight breeze moved, Qin Yao was silent, and after a while, Fang said softly: "Niangniang, the slave has cleared you again." ”

Compared with the small movements in the harem, the court is even more turbulent.

Murong Wei didn't know what Xia Yuzhi said about Song Weiyuan in private, but it was obviously quite fruitful, and the deputy envoy really handed over the fold on the second day.

Song Weiyuan has no groundless origin, he has carefully observed the celestial phenomena, which is roughly consistent with Xia Yuzhi's statement, so he doesn't mind selling personal favors for his brother-in-law.

The disciples of Tianjizi are not false. Song Weiyuan's recital was clearly organized, he did not follow Xia Yuzhi's proposal, and used celestial phenomena to sing praises of virtue, but combined the time of heaven with farming, and by the way, he expounded the geographical overview of nearby states and counties, circled several places around, and boldly put forward feasible suggestions.

Song Weiyuan hoped that Xixia would consider planting wheat and corn on the basis of rice as the main grain plant, so as to minimize the possible reduction in grain production caused by floods.

This excerpt is sprinkled with nearly 10,000 words, but every word is beautiful, and what is said is true, Murong Qing read it with great joy in the Sacred Heart, and ordered the excerpt to be copied to the Ministry of Household and the Ministry of Industry immediately, and the Ministry of Industry drafted the detailed rules and brought it to the cabinet for discussion.

Murong Qing, who sat on the Jinluan Hall and looked down on the ministers, changed his previous gentleness, first rejected the excerpt of the Ministry of Rites on the grounds of appeasing people's hearts, and then issued a holy decree.

At the end of Xuanwu Street, which is not far from the royal temple, build a Paiyun Pavilion, based on a nine-story tower and a nine-fold courtyard, and repair it for the images of the emperors and meritorious ministers of the Xixia dynasties, so as to be admired by future generations.

The Ministry of Engineering drew up a sketch before the year, and the spring of the next year will start immediately.

At the end of the decree, the Ministry of Works did not slack off and gladly received the will. When it came to the head of the household, Shangshu Qian, his face was embarrassed, and he raised all kinds of questions, sighing that it was difficult for a clever woman to do it.

Facing this former boss, Murong Qing smiled lightly and was as cold as the snow outside the palace, "Qian Shangshu doesn't remember, I am also from the household department, and I have my own account book in my heart, which is as transparent as a mirror, and you can talk back after thinking about it." ”

On Murong Qingming's yellow court clothes, the nine multicolored golden dragons that swallowed the sun and the moon were brilliant, and the twelve red gold crowns hung slightly in front of them, making people look indistinguishable.

He condescended to look at the courtiers in front of the lower hall, and his clear voice echoed in the main hall: Paiyun Pavilion is paved with blue bricks and black tiles to cover the walls, and there is no need to carve beams and paintings, and there is no need to decorate gold, silver and jewelry.