No matter which dynasty or generation, the harem has always been an intricate place. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEven though there are only so many masters in Xixia, it is still confusing.

Murong Wei held her sister's soft little hand, looked at the singing and dancing in front of her, and had a moment of hesitation in her heart. If it wasn't for the queen mother's action back then, who would not be able to tolerate the fetus in Meng Zhaoyi's womb?

The sound of silk and bamboo in the side hall came in melodiously, and the servants were rewarded, and they picked up the festive ones to sing, and added a little ethereal to the sound of the curling water.

Murong Wei took a sip of the red fruit wine, gently played with the jade bracelet on her wrist, looked at the opposite side with a faint gaze, and swirled around on the hem of Su Duhan's blue and green brocade robe.

The end of the last song dispersed with the queen mother's rise, the song stopped drinking, and the festival just kicked off, and the family still had to accompany the queen mother to sit around the brazier in the dormitory.

The two side concubines of Su Mansion are very eye-catching, and their identities are not enough, so it is naturally inconvenient to go back with everyone to keep the New Year. Since he has worshiped the old master, he will not linger in front of everyone.

The two looked at each other and understood each other's intentions. Concubine Xin took Concubine Du's hand and saluted everyone with a smile: "The two concubines want to congratulate Zhaoyi Niangniang, so they will retire." ”

Xu Zhaoyi was an old man with them for a while, and then saluted everyone and said, "The concubine and the two sisters also went to congratulate Meng Zhaoyi to add some joy." ”

"Go, you go together", the queen mother put her left hand on Mama Bai's arm, and waved her right hand outward, looking very happy: "You all go to congratulate her, and the friendship that has been together for many years is not in vain." ”

The three of them saluted with a smile, avoided one side, and sent the Queen Mother off.

After the Empress Dowager Niang Luan drove away, Xu Zhaoyi bent down again, instructed Murong Xuan a few words, and asked the palace people to send him back first, so he took the hands of the two side concubines, and walked all the way to Changchun Palace, where Meng Zhaoyi lived.

On the road paved with black jade bricks, looking at Su Duhan, who was walking calmly behind her aunt, Murong Wei suddenly opened her mouth to call out.

The coquettish voice drifted in the night breeze, as soft as ever.

"Cousin, it's too early to keep the New Year's Eve at this hour, and the imperial grandmother is accompanied by the queen mother and aunt, so let's not go and have fun, climb to the rockery and set off fireworks, okay?"

Looking at his cousin, who was as charming as a peach blossom on her face, Su Duhan didn't want to refuse, but gritted her teeth ruthlessly. It's good to accompany my cousin to set off fireworks, but I have more important things to do.

The rivers and mountains and the beauties, which is more important, the invisible balance kept fluctuating in Su Duhan's heart, and finally firmly tilted to the side of the country.

With the country, why not be afraid of not being accompanied by beauties.

"Ah Wei, let's go and accompany the imperial grandmother first, and when the imperial grandmother is resting, I will accompany you to set off fireworks. I've been with you, okay?"

Su Duhan's long figure was bright and warm under a row of swaying purple spike wood palace lamps, and his warm and jade-like face had a doting and tolerant smile on his face, and he stretched out his hand to Murong Wei.

The mouth of the green bamboo snake and the needle on the tail of the wasp. It was originally the most poisonous metaphor for a woman's heart, but somehow, looking at the picturesque young man, Murong Wei actually remembered these two slang sentences.

is as poisonous as a snake and scorpion, how can it be more poisonous than the mouth and belly sword of the person in front of him.

I also thought that Su Duhan in this life might change, and after many years of family affection, how much hatred should be resolved with the wind. It turned out that it didn't, Murong Wei was anxious to stop him from repeating the old path of the previous life, but he couldn't wait to go back.

Murong Wei calmly had a face like autumn frost, lowered her eyelids lightly, and did not take the hand that was stretched out to her, but stroked her sleeve and passed by him.

Su Duhan paused in place, hesitated for a moment, wanted to catch up, but still turned his head firmly and followed his mother's footsteps.

Everyone surrounded the Queen Mother and returned to the warm pavilion, and it was not early. In the outer hall, there are already fire trees and silver flowers blooming in the deep night sky.

Today, there is no incense, and a few pots of plum are inserted in the green glazed six-edged cloisonné enamel dendrobium, scattering bursts of fragrance.

The flower room sent the bonsai of the right time, the whole Shoukang Palace is decorated with all kinds of plum blossoms, sprinkled with gold, green calyx, palace powder, and cinnabar, cultivated in pure handmade purple sand pots, different sizes, different forms, is in full swing.

Murong Wei likes the double petals of palace powder, and stopped in front of a rugged green palace powder plum and praised it, Murong Hui likes to sprinkle gold, and is smiling and pointing it out to the imperial grandmother.

There are no daffodils, and the white daffodils that were all taken down by Murong Wei a few days ago were replaced with all kinds of plum blossoms for spring. Eagerly looking forward to seeing it, he rejected his proposal to set off fireworks, did Su Duhan have to do that.

Murong Wei also thought about deliberately sprinkling water on Su Duhan's body, asking him not to change the plain white clothes inside. But I know that if I can prevent the first day of junior high school, but I can't prevent the fifteenth, it is better to watch a play and see how he makes his debut.

The Empress Dowager had not been in such an interest for many years, and ordered the little eunuchs to prepare more fireworks and firecrackers, which were set off in the open space outside the palace.

Brilliant fireworks bloom one after another, and after a while, the colorful dahlias bloom, and when it is about to stop, another fireworks press it down, lighting up the entire night sky.

The Queen Mother looked at it with great interest, showing a happy smile, and beckoned everyone to come and see it like a child.

Knowing that the imperial grandmother used a lot of food at the table, Murong Wei was afraid that she would accumulate food, so she instructed Yingluo to make a cup of Pu'er mixed with tangerine peel and serve it to the imperial grandmother.

The imperial grandmother patted her hand warmly, just like the most ordinary grandmother, smiling lovingly and serenely.

And then, as in the previous life.

The imperial grandmother had just recovered from a long illness, and in the end she was not in good spirits, and after sitting for a while, she felt tired and wanted to lie down on the Luohan bed. Su Duhan intimately supported the imperial grandmother, and leaned over to take the pea-green brocade four-fold ruyi pattern cushion on the couch, and carefully leaned on the imperial grandmother's waist.

The lake-green brocade robe hung on the hanger, revealing a corner of snow-white plain clothes and a thin hemp rope hanging from the waist.

The Empress Dowager looked at the plain white stunned, and Empress Chu was busy adding tea for her to cover the hem of Su Duhan's shirt. Turning around, Su Duhan smoothed the corners of his clothes very quickly, and sat down under the imperial grandmother with a smile.

The Queen Mother did not speak for a long time. She stroked her forehead with her hand, closed her eyes and slowly opened them, and beckoned Chu Zhaohui to come with a smile.

Chu Zhaohui's face changed because of the plain white, and he didn't dare to attack his son at this time. His heart fell, and when he saw that his mother's expression had not changed much, he sat down next to his mother.

The Queen Mother half leaned and half sat down, stroking her eldest daughter's sideburns, and stroking her eldest daughter's vermilion curtain, and sighed softly, "Reunion night, people are not reunited, Zhaohui, these years have suffered you after all." (To be continued.) )