Hongdou took off the vermilion gold-inlaid plum blossom hard-soled palace shoes for Murong Wei with great eyes, replaced them with a pair of soft-soled satin hosta white beaded home-style embroidered shoes, and rested the pillow with a twisted branch ruyi pattern behind her waist, and a little girl had already poured the freshly brewed tea. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mama Luo briefly asked about the daily life in the palace, and knew that everything was fine, so she praised the palace people a few words, accepted the key handed back by the red beans, and tied it around her waist.

According to the usual practice, Murong Wei gave everyone some tuyi brought back along the way.

Preserved fruits, candied fruits, meat and sugar melons, beaded silk of all colors, and purses filled with silver naked. There are all kinds of them, and each palace person has a paint filling tray in his hand, which is piled up.

Although it is not expensive, it is the master's heart, which shows that he is sympathetic to himself on weekdays. The slaves received the reward with genuine smiles on their faces.

The sound of gratitude in the palace came and went, and for a while the clothes were like weaving and the flowers were splendid. The palace people were full of joy, laughing and laughing everywhere, adding some joy that can only be found during the New Year's Festival.

Red Beans and Xiangxue had freshly picked roses on them, and they were busy preparing hot water for Murong Wei. The tassel diligently dressed Murong Wei, carefully spread her long hair, and served her to bathe in the clean room.

Afraid that her sister would be bored, Murong Wei had already instructed Yingluo Haosheng to pack the luggage she brought back, pick out the gifts given to the second princess one by one, and ask the second princess to take a look.

Seeing her sister sitting on the big kang without raising her head, just fiddling with those fresh things, Murong Wei patted her arm lovingly, and got up and went to the clean room.

The warm wooden barrel was filled with freshly picked roses, and the familiar fragrance of Murong Wei was in the thick of the water. Although the scenery of the journey is good, it is always the most comfortable at home. Murong Wei sighed contentedly and slid her body into the bucket, ready to wash away the dust along the way.

The summer sun is shining brightly, the willows have been sparse, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers is bursting. The roses, peonies, purple-leaved plums, roses, and jasmine planted all over the palace are colorful and blooming, like a sea of flowers, and they are purple and red.

I don't feel that the red sun is slanting westward, and the sunset is shining, reflecting the blue water and long sky. Murong Hui, who couldn't stay idle, stood in the shade of the flowers, taking a needle to pierce the light purple and pink jasmine, and the afterglow stretched the figure long.

Yingluo and Pearl followed closely behind Murong Hui, one holding a scarf and the other holding a tray in his hand. In a tray of mahogany lacquered begonia flowers, freshly worn jasmine strings are placed, and a pink butterfly occasionally lands on top.

The younger sister in the shade of the flower lowered her eyelashes slightly, just like the butterfly that temporarily retracted its wings. With a small and sharp nose, tender lips, and a face similar to himself, how to look at it and be happy.

Murong Wei's long hair had been screwed out and draped behind her. She put on a light gauze dress and stared silently for a long time before standing under the porch and waving to her sister.

The gifts that Yingluo picked out were spread out and piled up on the big kang near the window, all carefully arranged, all carefully selected by Murong Wei.

Huishan clay figures, Taihu pearls, Yangzhou's paper-cutting, Zhenjiang's white marble interstitial, and Murong Wei's hairpin velvet flowers for her sister. Every time she passed a place, Murong Wei added a few gifts for her sister, dressed the journey into a long string, and placed them in front of Murong Hui the same.

"Thank you, eldest sister, for wearing this trip as a gift, just like Ah Hui's personal experience, and she also walked it herself. The little girl was unusually innocent, she understood Murong Wei's painstaking efforts, looked at the carefully selected gifts, and expressed her deep and sincere gratitude.

Because it was dinner with her father and queen mother in the evening, Murong Hui also changed her clothes, and redressed her makeup on the eldest sister's dressing table, lit a little light pink lip gloss, and raised her hair in a high bun, looking fresh and pleasant.

The little girl, who was just ten years old, chose a true purple weeping silk begonia from the colorful velvet flowers, and the hairpin was dyed with ink. Her complexion is bright, and she already has a faint look of a captivating city. The skirt of the light pink embroidered silk begonia slowly spreads out, like a blooming flower, and the waist line hangs down the delicate true purple silk silk, which is bright and moving.

While her sister was playing with those gifts, Murong Wei asked her homework with concern. Murong Hui sat cross-legged and replied carefully: "Wei Niangzi taught very well, and the day before yesterday she praised me for making progress, but I lacked some strength, and asked me to listen to the eldest sister's teaching." ”

In winter, Murong Wei's daily post made Wei Niangzi very impressed, and she once praised her strength and pen power. When teaching Murong Hui, he often took Murong Wei's words as an example, but he didn't know that Murong Wei now has more than ten years of skill in his wrist, which is naturally not what it used to be.

"Qi Niangzi contracted the wind cold last month and stopped schoolwork for seven days, but fortunately she has recovered now", Murong Hui clasped her hands together and recited a Buddha sentence, with a little relieved relief between her words, and her cherry lips stretched, revealing her jade-like teeth.

Compared with Wei Niangzi's strictness, the two sisters are more intimate with Qi Niangzi. Murong Hui's one-handed piano skills are derived from the true inheritance of Qi Niangzi, and she is regarded as her disciple, and her teacher-student friendship is not comparable to Murong Wei.

"The two ladies are dedicated to their professors, so they should naturally be respected by us. Among the gifts brought back by the eldest sister, there is a share of them, which will be presented when teaching in the future", Murong Wei changed her clothes with a tassel and answered her sister's words seriously.

Murong Hui responded crisply, leaning on the dressing table with great interest to watch Murong Wei make up. turned over her makeup box again, and carefully chose a blue cloisonné bead flower, with Murong Wei's long skirt embroidered with five-color silver silk begonias.

The two sisters returned to Fengluan Hall after putting on makeup, and Aunt Qin was instructing the palace people to set the meal.

Emperor Chongming sat on the kang and read, Xu Zhaoyi had already brought Murong Xuan to come early, and was talking to Queen Chu, only Murong Peng was still in the study and did not return.

Since remembering how Xu Zhaoyi was the enemy of her former godson in her previous life, how generous she was to righteousness, and how calmly she lived and died with Xixia, Murong Wei was very admired in her heart, and she was very friendly to this pair of mother and son.

The gift to Xu Zhaoyi had already been sent to her palace, and now Murong Wei brought a few more things, but they were given to Murong Xuan alone.

Huishan clay figures are pinched vividly, a set of twelve, walking, sitting and lying postures, like Murong Xuan, childish and untouched. Looking at the clay sculpture similar to his appearance, Murong Xuan let out a low cry of surprise, afraid that it would affect his father's study, and hurriedly covered his mouth, his black eyes turned around very attentively.

The eldest sister who was fierce in the past is now full of pity, and Murong Xuan's smile is full of joy. He thanked him like a little adult, and his childish voice was particularly clear. Murong Wei twisted his pink cheeks lovingly, and Murong Xuan shyly buried her head in her mother's arms.

Because Meng Zhaoyi is physically weak, she has been pregnant for five or six months, but she still does not go out of the door, and only carefully settles in Changchun Palace. Hearing that there was a family banquet in the Fengluan Palace, he deliberately confessed to Queen Chu and Murong Wei, and sent the pear blossom wine he brewed last year to add excitement to the banquet.