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The sound of firecrackers in the imperial city came and went. Lanterns were hung at the door of every house, pairs were pasted, and the atmosphere of the festival in the capital became stronger and stronger.

Early in the morning of the thirtieth day of the lunar month, Xin Mei gave a reward according to the custom of previous years, and everyone gave a half-day holiday. She was interested in cleaning up her clothes, chose a royal blue cloud brocade peacock pattern floor-length dress, ordered someone to iron it on the smoker early, and took a set of white gold sapphire head to match.

Before entering the palace, Xin Mei deliberately went to put incense on Su Rui, and went to his outer study for a turn.

Thinking of having a fight with Concubine Du's sisters, Xin Mei ordered someone to burn some paper money for her, and then took Ruyi, who lived in Concubine Du's Zhuangzi, back for the New Year. When he was about to go out, Xin Mei suppressed the bitterness in his heart, looked at the direction of the border city from afar, and secretly prayed that Chu Zhaohui was all well, and that he could return home early, which was better than being alone.

The eyes are far away, the mountains are high and the waters are long.

In the big tent in the border city, Chu Zhaohui didn't know Xin Mei's concern, she personally cut a pair of dragon and phoenix auspicious window flowers and pasted them on the window, and picked up the two sentences of "Thirty Meritorious Dust, Eight Thousand Miles of Road Clouds and Moon" from Su Rui's favorite song "Man Jianghong".

There were candles burning on the case, two red lanterns were hung in the big tent, Chu Zhaohui did not eat meat, and the kitchen sent four refreshing side dishes such as radish and dried beans, accompanied by a plate of vegetarian dumplings with celery and egg fungus, and a plate of aged vinegar mixed with ginger juice, and she had a Chinese New Year's Eve meal at the camp.

The big stuffed dumplings were bitten into his mouth, and the unique fragrance of celery buried in the snow jumped on the tip of his tongue, Chu Zhaohui slightly pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a happy smile.

While eating dumplings, she looked out through the window, the snow was flying all over the sky, like thousands of trees and pear blossoms in full bloom, the tall and straight poplar trees were clear, not afraid of the wind, frost and sword, still tall as a pine, she did not feel that her back was straightened.

As night fell, a fire pit lit in the camp in the border city, and bonfires lit all around, reflecting half of the sky. Even the sound of firecrackers is different from the delicacy of Beijing, they are all like thunder, wave after wave, so happy.

The soldiers far from their homeland sat in front of their tents, eating meat and drinking in large bowls, and the coarse porcelain bowls touched each other, and the crystal elixir flowed down the corners of their mouths, so uninhibited and wild.

On the barbecue rack on the side, the whole pork leg is crossed with a latte, and the whole lamb coated with a layer of honey is roasted to a golden color, and occasionally there are oil beads that squeak and fall into the bonfire, and a burst of burnt fragrance rises to the nose.

The soldiers, each holding a knife, tore large pieces of barbecue meat from the shelves, and occasionally sang loudly, turning their longing for their relatives and homeland into bursts of passionate singing.

When the wine was drunk, Li Zhifang threw the coarse porcelain bowl in his hand, hit the beat by himself, and sang Yue Fei's "Man Jianghong" loudly.

Singing to such generosity as "Thirty Meritorious Achievements and Dust and Earth, Eight Thousand Miles of Clouds and Moons", the soldiers below knocked the beat with chopsticks, and soon followed his rough singing.

"Angry hair rushed to the crown and leaned on the railing, and the rain rested. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. The passionate singing of thousands of boys resounded through the sky, overpowering the sound of firecrackers, which was denser than gongs and drums, and shaking the thick snow on the poplar trees.

When Su Rui was here, he also drank a bowl of wine with the soldiers like this and spent a sleepless night of reunion.

Listening to such a magnificent, stormy singing voice, remembering that her husband's singing voice had also echoed on the land of the border city, Chu Zhaohui's heart swelled with pride, and he was so excited that he burst into tears.

When the day came, the rough singing continued, Chu Zhaohui quietly put on a big hat, came to the poplar tree next to the handsome tent alone, and sprinkled a bowl full of mare's milk wine in front of the bronze table that he drank with Su Rui that day.

Sijun is like a full moon, and the night is less bright.

In the past, he only knew how to drown his sorrows through wine, but now he wants to inherit Su Rui's legacy.

The snow in the place is shining, it seems to be Su Rui's affectionate gaze, he has dedicated his life to this barren land, and now Chu Zhaohui is following in his footsteps, willing to share everything with the border city.

A different kind of Chinese New Year's Eve, a different feeling. In addition to his deep apologies to the relatives in the imperial city, Chu Zhaohui's life has opened a new curtain.

When the passionate singing of the soldiers of the border city resounded in the sky, the night banquet in the heavy pavilion of Shoukang Palace was already well prepared, ushering in the Chinese New Year's Eve of the eighth year of Chongming.

Last year, Emperor Chongming and Murong Peng wanted to accompany the envoys of the two countries, and they did not participate in the family banquet of Chonglou Pavilion, and this year, the two emperors and queens, Murong Peng, and Murong Xuan, the two brothers, all arrived at Shoukang Palace early.

The queen mother is kind and kind-eyed, wearing an autumn fragrant green cloud brocade jade buckle, and her silver hair like snow has a green jade hairpin, and her complexion is much more stretched than at this time last year.

Concubine Xu Xian stood behind the Queen Mother, using the beauty hammer to loosen her muscles, and the two of them whispered intimately.

Even though she is now ranked as the fourth concubine, Concubine Xu Xian is still low-key as before. She wore a lotus-blue palace skirt, holding the shawl of the flowing moon and Huang Fangsheng's dark lines, and only put a pair of pearl combs on her hairpin, which made her look even more beautiful and snowy, and the water hibiscus was elegant.

I have never forgotten my identity as a palace maid from Rentai Palace, even if the Empress Dowager was ill in those years, Concubine Xu Xian still came before dawn every Chinese New Year's Eve to serve the Empress Dowager for breakfast, and today is no exception.

Concubine Meng Shu's body is a little plumper than before, and she is a little more round and jade, so much more than before.

She wore a cherry-red plain jacket, a few green calyxes were scattered on the snow-blue silk palace skirt, and a few lotus seeds and rice-sized Dongzhu were knotted on the hosta-white belt, and her smile was extraordinarily gorgeous than in previous years, especially looking at the eyes of the five princes, which were so soft that they could drip water.

Murong Wei and her sister went together, and both of them wore red silk skirts all over the Golden Palace, tied with a wide plain brocade belt, tied with royal blue shining gold silk silk on their heads, and hung jade pendants with lotus patterns, and wore jingles when walking.

A wisp of green silk hung low on the side of her ear, and a big red pile of yarn and silk golden palace flowers on her hair were as big as hibiscus, and Murong Wei's expression was a little coquettish. She nestled warmly beside the Queen Mother, took the beauty hammer in Concubine Xu Xian's hand, and seriously beat the somewhat stiff waist for the Queen Mother.

Ancestors and grandchildren were attached to each other, and they didn't know what the queen mother said, a few red clouds floated on Murong Wei's face, and they were lined with bright red clothes, which were extremely bright and scorching.

Seeing this picture of the quiet years, Queen Chu held a golden cup of Jun white porcelain in her hand and sighed softly.

Her daughter is very good, but this is the last Chinese New Year's Eve for her to stay in her homeland. Thinking that her wedding date is already set for next fall, there is always a little bit of a loss as a mother.