The imperial city of Gusu is full of flying flowers, welcoming spring, plum, green calyx competing to spit out the stamen, Shoukang Palace is still green leaves, those pines and cypresses are evergreen pavilions and pavilions.

Looking at the flowers in this place, and imagining the snowfall in the border city, Queen Chu listened to Luo Qi mention that Chu Zhaohui's high fever did not subside in the days before the Spring Festival, and her hands holding the letter couldn't help but tremble.

Empress Chu suddenly raised her eyes and said to the Empress Dowager: "Even if Su Duhan's calculations have been disrupted, my sister should also retire." The queen mother still thinks of a way to tell her sister to come back first, and then we will discuss it in the long run. ”

The Empress Dowager took the letter, read it from beginning to end, and exhaled lightly: "Looking at the tone in this letter, Zhaohui does not have the slightest intention of being self-indulgent and self-pitying. Since your sister feels comfortable staying there, let her do something she likes. ”

Turning her head to look at Luo Qi, the Empress Dowager asked, "How was Chaohui's mood in the days you left?"

Luo Qi said truthfully: "As the Queen Mother said, Mrs. Anguo's mood is very stable. She bought some tie-dyed cloth from the border bazaar, as well as silk threads and embroidery needles. Although she was recovering from a serious illness, she was very full of spirit, and it was for this reason that the slave dared to come back first according to her wishes. ”

The queen nodded lightly and said to Queen Chu: "Your sister and Su Rui have a deep relationship, since she has gone to the place where Su Rui was stationed before her death, how can she be willing to leave immediately? If she wants to come back at any time, the doors of the palace are open for her at any time. ”

Empress Chu nodded again and again, still in an astringent voice: "My daughter obeys." ”

Emperor Chongming also finished reading Chu Zhaohui's letter, and looked at the bright red private chapter on it, and had mixed feelings for a moment.

This is the first time that Chu Zhaohui has written to him in such a name, and he is talking about his own money. He didn't know whether to reply or not, and handed the letter to the Queen Mother.

Su Ri only felt that this wife and sister were delicate, like a rose that has not stood the wind and rain. Compared with the Empress of Chu, one of the two sisters is a fierce flame that can dance for nine days, and the other is a spring water, only tender and tranquil.

Who would have thought that his wife and sister would be able to draw a knife and cut off the water, and immediately give up the prosperity of Beijing, and be willing to stay in that barren land.

After reading this family letter, which was more like a fold, the Empress Dowager silently handed it back to Emperor Chongming: "Since she wrote as the widow of General Longhu, what she talked to you about was not a family matter. Naturally, you should reply to the major affairs of the military state, and the mourning family cannot say much. ”

Emperor Chongming pondered for a long time, ordered someone to get the imperial pen Zhu Pi, walked to the queen mother's book, wrote a big red "quasi" on Chu Zhaohui's letter, ordered Xuanshuang to transfer to the cabinet, and instructed the household department to handle it directly, and then send Chu Zhaohui's bereavement pension directly to the border city.

Murong Wei and the four of them sat down, listening to the conversation between the empress dowager and the empress, and heard the situation that day clearly. Xia Lanxin remembered that she had added makeup to Yun Zhi that day, and when she came back and passed by King An's mansion, she had looked at the depression in that mansion and sighed that things were wrong, and her heart added a little compassion.

Murong Wei was sad, but more relieved.

If the carved beams and paintings are returned to the fan cage, a heart is panicked and helpless, and it can't relieve the grief and anger of the aunt, so why not let her stay in the border city. The snowfall in the desert and the pride of the soldiers may soothe my aunt's wounded heart and let her find her home.

Murong Hui lowered her head slightly, holding back the tears in her eyes.

She gently stroked the white condensation peony on her sleeve, remembering that this smoky pink spring dress was cut by her aunt for herself, the tears could no longer be held back, and the petals of the peony flowers fell on the layers of petals, and the crystal dew on the top was obsessed.

Tong Jiaer did not say a word during the whole process, but listened attentively to the contents of the letter. She suddenly had a thought in her heart, but it was distant and vague.

Looking at Murong Hui, who couldn't hide her sadness, and then at Murong Wei, who was thoughtful, Tang Jia'er only moved her lips, and still didn't speak.

When Concubine Xin heard the summons in Shoukang's palace, she knew that it must be Chu Zhaohui who had heard from there, so she changed her clothes and hurried into the palace.

After greeting everyone, Concubine Xin took the letter handed by Luo Qi, cut open the fire paint at the seal, and shook it gently, and the small note written for Wen Wan in it fell to the ground.

Concubine Xin didn't care about picking it up, so she first held the thick letter written to herself and read it down with all the words and sentences, and the more she read it, the paler her face became, and the hands holding the letter trembled slightly.

Before she could finish looking, two lines of tears slid down Concubine Xin's cheeks. Thinking that she couldn't lose her honor in front of the emperor, she hurriedly wiped it off with a handkerchief, but she couldn't hide the redness in her eyes.

After reading the family letter, Concubine Xin handed the letter to the Queen Mother, knelt on the ground, quietly stared at the Queen Mother's kind eyes, and said sadly: "Madame's book, the concubine did not expect it, it was no less than five thunderbolts. ”

Although Chu Zhaohui doesn't care about anything, he is the serious master of King An's mansion. With her on top of her head, no one dares to underestimate the Ann King's Mansion for half a point. Now that there is a lack of a heroine in the house, she is the only one who is an outdated concubine, naturally full of desolation and feeling helpless.

After all, it was the palace people who walked out of the Rentai Palace back then, looking at Concubine Xin's face full of sorrow, the Queen Mother felt compassion and said to her: "Zhaohui has her own plans, you don't need to be too sad." How did the days live, how will they still live in the future, if there are any difficulties, the mourning family is still here. ”

Although Concubine Xin was infinitely grateful, she was like being caught in her heart by a mess, and she couldn't spit it out or swallow it. She choked her throat and replied: "Thank you for the Queen Mother's compassion, the matter is too sudden, the concubine is difficult to digest for a while, let the concubine go back and think about it before making plans." ”

Thinking that the huge King An's Mansion would never be able to welcome its master back, Concubine Xin was at a loss for a while.

She put the letter from her family in her sleeve along with the note written by Chu Zhaohui to Wen Wan, said goodbye to the empress dowager and others, and left the palace in despair. On the way, Concubine Xin ordered someone to send a letter to Wen Wan, asking her to go back to King An's mansion.

Back in the mansion, Concubine Xin leaned on the big pillow of silver-blue treasure flowers, half leaned and half lay on the couch, and then looked at Chu Zhaohui's letter, which clearly meant to disperse King An's mansion.

Looking out from the half-open window, the begonia leaves of Xifu danced in the west wind, like a sigh on the ground. In the main courtyard, Chu Zhaohui's hand-planted orchid grass is fragrant, bearing snow-white stamens.

The sunlight shines through the branches of the towering ginkgo trees into the courtyard of the vermilion lacquer gallery, and the pavilions, carved and embroidered sills, the arches of the cornices, and the iron horses are all familiar to the point that they are engraved in the depths of their hearts, but they are as fleeting as the white clouds of the sky.