Murong Wei always remembered the Chinese New Year's Eve in the seventh year of Chongming. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the bell rang, there were pieces of laughter and laughter in the Shoukang Palace, and Mama Bai laughed and led the palace people to pay New Year's greetings to the imperial grandmother and ask for rewards from the imperial grandmother.

The queen mother instructed a group of little eunuchs to set off fireworks in the open space in front of the main hall, and she and her aunt stood in front of the window with the imperial grandmother to watch.

The fireworks bloomed all over the sky, and the fireworks and silver flowers never sleeped, dazzling the sky above the entire Shoukang Palace, and also dazzling the wrinkled face of the imperial grandmother.

The imperial grandmother swept away the depression of seven years, and her smile was as bright as the blooming dahlia in autumn, and her old man smiled and laughed, and tears flowed from laughter.

After the imperial grandmother rested, everyone slowly retreated. Leaving the Shoukang Palace, the red and festive of Fang Cai became full of plain eyes again, and the palace lamp of the silver-handled green lotus overflowed with watery brilliance, and those wisps of melancholy gradually settled on the faces of the most noble people in the palace.

The slap that my aunt slapped Su Duhan was unusually crisp in the winter, startling the cold bird crying at night, Su Duhan didn't say a word, lifted her hem and knelt quietly in the snow. He did not shed tears, but sadly looked to the northeast, which was the direction of the border pass that General Su once guarded.

Unable to criticize such a man who loved his father deeply, let alone complain about the plain white he exposed under the true purple robe because of his filial piety, the queen mother sighed faintly and helped him up.

On the Chinese New Year's Eve of the seventh year of Chongming, after a long time of confusion, the imperial grandmother, who was already a candle in the wind, turned into a clear heart. She had a glimpse of the hidden feelings that everyone didn't want to say, and tried her best to accompany everyone to act.

That night, the imperial grandmother walked out of Shoukang Palace alone, and I don't know how long she stood alone in front of the overwhelming Bai Ling in the palace, and was finally found by the night guards on the steps in front of Rentai Palace.

There are the best memories of the emperor's grandfather and the emperor's grandmother in the Rentai Palace, those days of harmony and harmony are just around the corner, the imperial grandmother knows that her time is short, and she walked to the Rentai Palace for the last time to find the mark of yesterday, but the clouds are easy to disperse, and the mandarin dream is difficult to relive.

The emperor's grandmother passed away three days later, and the wind and cold caused old diseases, the imperial doctors were helpless, and the palace was gloomy. The ridiculous thing is that the death of the Queen Mother, the real national mourning, is too close to the death of the great general Su Rui, and the same plain white sky, the world thinks more about General Su.

And the thousands of entanglements caused by the death of the emperor's grandmother have made the already unstable country of the emperor even more turbulent.

Back then, Murong Wei never suspected that the plain white that crashed into her grandmother's eyes was Su Duhan's negligence, and now she only pities her own naivety. In this life, she will protect the imperial grandmother well, and will not let Su Duhan kill people with a soft knife, and the imperial grandmother will still be a solid piece of heaven above their heads.

Back in Canwei Palace, the tassel was already looking forward to the palace, she carried Murong Wei into the hall, took off the wet clogs for her, took off the warm pair of lotus-colored soft-soled satin embroidered shoes roasted on the smoker cage and put them on, and twisted the towel to clean Murong Wei's face, and said carefully: "In the snow, why did the princess cry again?"

Knowing Murong Wei's thoughts well, seeing that Murong Wei's eyes were slightly red, Tassel ordered someone to fetch the hard-boiled eggs. She wrapped the egg in a silk handkerchief, gently covered Murong Wei's eye sockets and rolled it, and said with a smile: "Princess, Young Master Duhan sent someone to send a pot of purple glazed roses, as well as a flower note, the slave maid is resting on the top of the Duobao Pavilion, take it for the princess to see at this time?"

The plain notes of the blue clouds and spring water, and a few lines of grass dancing with dragons and phoenixes, are like the handsome appearance of the twilight cold. How can a traitorous person be born so well, Murong Wei thought disdainfully, her slender nails scratching the familiar handwriting.

There is not a word of apology between the lines, and every sentence is full of apology, such obscurity is also very similar to Su Duhan's seven-trick exquisite heart, which can coax himself in the previous life to death.

There are so many things that he has neglected, and it is so convenient for Su Duhan to pass things into the palace. The letters were tossed and turned, and the seal was not even used with fire paint, only a thin knot, which could be easily handed over to herself, and she really underestimated his power in the palace.

Seeing Murong Wei pondering with the letter, the tassel stood with a smile, and when Murong Wei's face revealed a little red glow that she had already expected, the tassel gently stuck out her tongue, "The princess is not angry anymore, where did the young master of Duhan make the princess suffer a little grievance, but it was very sad yesterday."

It's just a slave, and it is clear that she and Su Duhan are together so naturally. The people around him behave like this, where is it strange to blame the gossip in the palace, speaking of which, he still acts without a form.

"Do you want to say this?" Murong Wei pulled the corners of her mouth, suppressed the contempt in her heart, glanced back at the tassel coquettishly, and instructed her again, "You go to the Shanggong Bureau to get the new clothes of the palace and see if the modification is appropriate." Tomorrow is a good day for Sister Lan Xin, let's go and congratulate her. ”

Murong Wei in front of people is so delicate and beautiful who loves makeup and gorgeous clothes, no matter where she goes, she enjoys the brilliance of the stars and the bright moon. Thinking like this, Tassel was still well-behaved on his face, and bent his knees in agreement to retreat.

Xia Lanxin, the lord of Xiying, the title of the word Xiying was given by the emperor's grandmother. She has a noble status, she is the granddaughter of Xia Ge, the first assistant of the cabinet, and the granddaughter of Mo Huanlian, the marquis of Kangping, the pearl of Xia Muxing, Murong Wei's childhood companion, and her only best friend.

Xia Lanxin is three years old and will turn fifteen tomorrow, and a grand ceremony will be held. Murong Wei opened the black lacquered gold box where His Excellency Duobao placed the letters, picked out the post sent by Xia Lanxin early and pasted it on his chest, overflowing with longing.

Silent contemplation, all kinds of pictures of the past life flashed in his eyes, but some places still couldn't figure it through, and suddenly several figures burst out in his mind, as if a line led the overall situation. Murong Wei couldn't sit still any longer, Huo Ran got up and drank most of the tea that had been cooled, and called the palace maid Xiangxue to come over to polish the ink.

Sitting in front of the desk and pondering for a while, Murong Wei took out a letter from Suxin Yalan and wrote a letter to Xia Lanxin. There seem to be thousands of words, I don't know where to start, Murong Wei thought about it again and again, the letter was not very convenient after all, she threw the waste letter paper into the hand stove, and took another piece of letterhead, a few sentences, only wrote 100,000 urgent, and asked Xia Lanxin to make an appointment with Xia Yu for her.

Carefully stamped his private seal on the letter, and drew the secret icon that the two of them were accustomed to, Murong Wei carefully sealed her mouth and handed the letter to Xiangxue.

It was too ostentatious to send the letter rashly, and Murong Wei asked Xiangxue to take a few cherry-colored floating brocades made inside, and handed the letter to Xia Lanxin herself by handing over the letter to Xia Lanxin herself by sending the clothes.