In the first year of Zhengde, it was deep winter.

It snowed heavily outside for a day and a night, and just after the unitary, several palace maids finished the day, had dinner, and gossiped together.

Those who were sent to this side hall had no background, so naturally there could be no charcoal. It was too cold, so they thought of a way to gather some dead branches, gathered together, and secretly gathered here to light a fire to warm their bodies.

They are all teenage girls, although the errand is not good, no one simply cares about it, and the hardship will pass, there is less intrigue, and there is more casual talking.

Someone told an interesting story about the day, and everyone laughed, and the sound came out of the room.

One of them hurriedly made a silent motion, pouted in the direction to the right, and whispered, "Be careful, don't let that side hear." ”

The person next to him frowned and replied, "She's still asleep?" ”

Someone else said in disgust: "When did you see her get up and work?" ”

Seeing that the people were up, a group of palace maids began to count the people in the compartment.

"Last time, I swept the entrance of the Tsinghua Palace, pointed to a room of people in our house, you know, there are only five people in our house, the Tsinghua Hall is so big, it's autumn again, it was only after sweeping and dropping the leaves, it's easy to finish, as soon as I come back, good guy, she doesn't go to work, forget it, and I'm embarrassed to drink all the water that I fetched in the morning!"

"Everyone is two people in a room, just her, sleeping alone."

Someone mocked again: "Let you sleep with her, do you dare?" ”

The man who spoke before made a gesture of begging for mercy, "As long as you come, you will rest for as long as you want, and you don't care about it, it looks different from us, who can compare with her!" ”

Everyone laughed understandingly.

If there is a way, it will not be assigned to this place.

In the cubicle, the brute shuddered, curled up in a ball, and curled up in the futon. She lived in a room by herself, the room was wet and cold, the windows were leaking, and she hadn't slept well since she moved in.

There were a few laughs in the distance, mixed by the north wind seeping in from the window, and they couldn't hear it clearly.

Man'er's feet were numb from the cold, and his lower abdomen was unusually sore.

gave birth to a son that day, and she couldn't even sit in confinement, so she was sent out. Every rainy day, the knee joints hurt badly, and the routine was irregular, and I was so sad that I rolled on the bed when I came back.

After entering the palace for so long and enjoying the favorable conditions of pregnancy, he was soon beaten down here again, and the barbarian was already mentally prepared, and he stayed up, and the days were over.

Although she gave birth to a child, she is still a little girl who has not grown into a child, and she has always been more afraid than fond of the fetus in her womb. I have been sent to prison, and although it is simple and cold, it is much better than the prison of the Kyoto Prefecture.

I don't know if I can get out of the palace......

The barbarian was thinking about luck when he suddenly heard a "snap" outside.

After a long time of fear and fear, she suspected that something was wrong, so she immediately covered her head with the quilt, held her breath for a while, and listened to no movement, so she had the courage to wrap the futon and go to the gap in the window lattice to see.

It turned out that the branch not far away could not bear the weight of the snow, broke apart, and fell to the ground.

Before the brute could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard a jumble of footsteps outside the door, and then the door to her room was slammed open, and several tall yellow doors rushed in. Before she could react, several people took a bag and put it on her head, and even carried the bedding out of the door.

The palace maids in the compartment, who were originally chatting enthusiastically, were silent at this time, shrunk their heads one by one, and did not dare to raise their heads. And at the door of their room stood a yellow door watching, and he did not leave until the rest of the people were gone.

On the evening of the next day, Wang Wenyi walked lightly into Ciming Palace and said to Empress Dowager Tian in a respectful voice: "Sage, everything is in order. ”

Empress Dowager Tian nodded, indicating that she knew.

Wang Wenyi saw that she didn't mean to speak, so he stood aside and stopped speaking.

Empress Dowager Tian was silent, but she was in a good mood, she read a few more folds, raised her head, and said to Wang Wenyi: "You go and see how the emperor lives today." ”

Wang Wenyi answered, bowed and retreated.

Empress Dowager Tian put down the work in her hand and picked up the list on the side and looked at it.

What is written above is the honor guard of Zhao Xian's burial this time, the number of men and women who were buried, and so on.

She looked at it for a while, and was out of her mind for a long time.

can be regarded as worthy of Zhao Xian. Although he was not his own biological son, when he died, he martyred these individuals, and the imperial mausoleum was built quite well. The priest who he liked before his death was also given to him, the woman who gave birth to the little emperor was also given to him, and the attendants of the original Funing Palace, the Yellow Gate, and the emperor did not have such a scale of accompanying martyrs.

It has been suspended for more than half a year, and the ceremonial guard and pomp of today's burial are very large, even when they go underground, no one can find fault with themselves.

Empress Dowager Tian rubbed her eyes, and not long after, Wang Wenyi came back to report the situation of the little emperor Zhao Chun one by one, and said: "Today's rotation is Zhang Fengyao and three medical officers from the Tai Hospital, and there are twelve palace people to serve, and the two nurses are in good spirits and are guarding inside." ”

Empress Dowager Tian was relieved.

Wang Wenyi hesitated for a while before he said worriedly: "Give the saint a reply...... The great monk Nazhisong who was tried last time is ...... today No ......."

Empress Dowager Tian let out an "oh" and said disapprerovingly: "It's also a good thing...... It is estimated that the emperor was lonely on the road, so he helped open the way. ”

With the attitude of the Empress Dowager Tian, the big stone in Wang Wenyi's heart fell to the ground, and he said solemnly: "What the sage said is extremely true. ”

Empress Dowager Tian asked again: "What's going on over there in Yunnan?" ”

Wang Wenyi hurriedly said: "I was about to pay homage to the saint, the county lord of Jiacheng had a sudden illness a few days ago and had already gone, and the lower officials heard that the king and wife of Yanyi were in abnormal grief, and now they have no thoughts of succession." ”

He pondered the thoughts of the Empress Dowager Tian and said, "It is estimated that the county lord injured his body in Guangnan that time, and this is ......."

Empress Dowager Tian bowed slightly.

Just go.

Zhisong is dead, Zhiguang has already hit his head and is gone, and those people under An Ning have already cleaned up, and the rest are just following the trend, and there is no trouble.

This Empress Dowager Tian didn't sleep late at night, and in the Xiuyi Workshop, Han Gongsu didn't sleep, he got the reward of his subordinates, and turned to Tian Chu and said: "There is a kiln, which has been sealed, do you want to dig it out?" ”

Tian Chu shook his head and said, "Let them come back." ”

Even if they dig it up, they won't find anything, at most it's just corpses.

However, it's okay if you can't open your mouth......

Anyway, Zhao Xian is already dead, and although it can't be said that some of it was done by the princess of Wei State at the moment, she has also entered the Tianqing Temple, and she no longer has the ability to jump up and down.

As for the grinding and drinking...... And with it.

Thinking about it, the saint was already suspicious. If Zhao Zhu makes waves again in the future, it will not be too late to dig up the kiln mouth.

Since it involved Ning Zong and had nothing to do with the saint, she probably didn't want this matter to come back to the desk.

Thinking of this, Tian Chu couldn't help but feel a little impermanent.

That night, when the princess of Wei secretly passed Zhao Xian's eight characters out of the palace with grinding and drinking, it is estimated that she would never have imagined that the other party would send someone to rob her halfway.

Now although there is no Zhao Zhu in the palace, there is a Chu Yueying...... I hope it's good to settle down......