The red charcoal fire reflected the face of Queen Chu, like a melting sunset in her phoenix eyes.

Empress Chu's face turned red, but she had to admit that the Empress Dowager was reasonable, and laughed in a low voice: "Ah Hui should indeed go through the experience, while Ah Wei is still in the palace, if your old man is free, he will often give them a few words." ”

The two Niangniang and Concubine Xin also echoed and finalized the matter of the poetry meeting. The ugly time is approaching, and Queen Chu Tianming still has to accept the worship of the women, and she doesn't dare to close her eyes all night, so she retires with the second concubine.

Concubine Xin politely rejected Concubine Xu Xian's kindness, and went to Hanzhang Palace to rest, waiting for Taiming to kowtow to the Queen Mother again. Murong Wei still had to accompany the Queen Mother to keep the New Year, and told Yingluo to go back and get some clothes to wear in the morning, and come over to change her clothes on the fourth watch.

The lotus-patterned green jade palace lamp on the shelf has not yet burned out, and the tall dragon and phoenix double candles are still spitting bright red sparks.

The grandparents and grandchildren lay on a couch warmly, and the curtain was placed by Mama Bai. The queen mother lovingly tucked the corners of the quilt for Murong Wei, looked at her granddaughter Yuehua's clear eyebrows and eyes, and licked the calf with affection overflowing in her heart.

Some words are difficult to tell, and now there are only two grandchildren left, so they just happened to say a few whispers.

"Gu Chenxiao is now in the three counties of Linshui, not too far apart, didn't mention whether he will come to Xixia again during the Spring Festival this year?" In the silence of the room, the Queen Mother suddenly asked softly.

Murong Wei's cheeks were crimson, as brilliant as the flames of the dragon and phoenix candles, and fortunately, the lights and shadows were not clear. She replied honestly: "I said that I would come to Xixia to watch the lantern festival in time for the Shangyuan Festival, and I would definitely come to greet the imperial grandmother at that time." ”

The Queen Mother was lying upright, her hands clasped on her chest, her face wrinkled and stretched, and she smiled warmly: "Ask or not to say hello, I don't care about the mourning family, and I want to entrust him with something to handle." Fang Cai also suddenly remembered that the gold bars stored in the Su family's old house had been confiscated from Yuping Mountain, and now that they lack financial support, they must be unwilling. ”

Some thoughts have been circling in her heart, and the Queen Mother knows that since Qian Gui has settled in Dali, the Millennium Sect is worried about external difficulties at this time, and she must be reluctant to let go of the belongings in her hands.

The Empress Dowager smiled lightly with Murong Wei: "These two families are in a losing situation, and it has nothing to do with us." You and Gu Chenxiao said that they started with poppies and horses early, first cut off the financial route of the Millennium Sect, and then kicked their family foundations to pieces, and see what Su Guangfu used to recruit troops and buy horses. ”

It is worthy of the Huanbi Shuangshu of the past, the Queen Mother's clear eyes turned slightly, and a layer of cunning luster appeared in her eyes: "If Qian Gui wants to escape, let Gu Chenxiao help her, and also leave some clues for the Millennium Sect, don't chase people away immediately." ”

The two of them wanted to be together, Murong Wei giggled, and her voice was like a gentle ripple, slowly rippling.

She looked at the Queen Mother with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said softly: "We said the same thing last time. Because Su Guangfu was a member of the Bai tribe and had a certain reputation in the local area, Gu Chenxiao was afraid of causing disputes and could not wipe out the Millennium Sect, but he had already found a way to seal Huitong Qianzhuang and cut off their connection with the Ancient Tea Horse Road. ”

Gu Chenxiao's move was neat, several horse bandits and drug lords who colluded with Su Ri and Su Guangfu were all arrested by him on charges of murder and overhauling, the horse farm privately operated by the Millennium Sect was confiscated, and the road to and from Tibet was blocked by Gu Chenxiao.

"Well done", the Empress Dowager praised lightly, and muttered again: "Now that the Three Kingdoms have the same hatred, the Millennial Sect will inevitably have nothing to hide." When Qian Gui was asked to escape, it was obvious that he was hanging the remnants of the Millennium Sect with her. She is as fierce as fire, and she will definitely not be willing to be driven by the Millennial Sect, you talk to Gu Chenxiao, and you can also talk to her, and see if you can still draw out what power there is behind her. ”

Murong Wei replied in a low voice: "Qian Gui pretended to be Li Xing and avoided living on the shore of the Tuohai Sea, Gu Chenxiao has already been monitored day and night by the people who can be used by his subordinates, and there are indeed people from the Millennial Sect who have the idea of beating her, and Qian Gui ignores them. ”

Speaking of these tumors that have not yet been uprooted, both grandparents and grandchildren have no sleep. He simply sat up in his cloak and analyzed the current situation bit by bit.

And Qian Gui, who was frequently mentioned by the ancestors and grandchildren, is now sitting cross-legged on the big kang by the window, full of sadness at the dark moon outside.

The cold lights of the hotel never sleep, what happened to the guest's heart? The hometown thinks for a thousand miles tonight, and the frost sideburns are another year in the Ming Dynasty.

Sheltered on the shore of the Erhai Lake, Qian Gui missed the lively and happy Chinese New Year's Eve in the Gusu Imperial City in the past.

The last feast of the Mid-Autumn Festival was a sign that the Qian Mansion Mansion was about to collapse, but they hated them one by one, thinking that the Qian family was still cooking oil, and they never smelled a trace of crisis from it.

Now that he is alone and wandering outside, thinking of his parents and brothers in prison, Qian Gui really wants to go to the Qian family with them immediately to coexist in honor and disgrace. Thinking that her father was desperately sending her out, but not to ask her to go back and throw herself into the net, Qian Gui gritted her teeth fiercely and put this sorrow aside.

In addition to the two girls Biwu and Tsing Yi who were guarding her, there was also the Persian dog called the Persian dog who stepped on the snow. All the way from Xixia to Xixia, now he is quietly caressing Qian Gui's knee, arching Qian Gui's hand with a cold nose, and quietly licking her palm, as if to comfort the master's mood.

Qian Gui stroked the snow and glanced lightly at the kang table.

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was already neatly prepared, and Bi Wu went to the kitchen to help, taking care of six cold and eight hot two dim sums, plus dumplings with meat and vegetable fillings. Listening to the sound of firecrackers one after another outside, and then looking at the desertion of his own courtyard, Qian Gui just wanted to sigh silently.

Biwu twisted the handkerchief to clean her hands, Tsing Yi made vegetables for her, and sandwiched a beef soup dumpling and put it in a small dish with green glaze entwined branches and floral patterns in front of her. The two girls earnestly persuaded: "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the girl must take care of her body." Let's have a good time. ”

The two girls grew up with them when they were young, and now they have fallen into this step of the field, and they still don't give up, Qian Gui is grateful in her heart, she can't bear to brush off the kindness of her loyal servants, gently bite off the thin skin, suck the fragrant soup inside, and force herself to swallow the whole dumpling.

The self-striking bell on the Nanzi shelf rang at this time, and it was the time of Tianjiaozi, ushering in the new year.

Qian Gui raised his head and took a breath, put down his chopsticks, gently put the snow on the ground, took a plate and gave it two dumplings, and watched it enjoy it slowly. Only then did he clean his hands and instructed Biwu to take out the copper coins he had prepared in the morning.

The strings of red ropes were worn in hanging new copper coins, which were replaced early and placed in trays covered with red brocade. In previous years, her mother gave rewards to her subordinates, but when she and her sisters watched from the sidelines, they only felt full of joy, but now they are more sad.