"The losses that fell in the confinement are not easy to make up for in five or six years," Concubine Rong looked sad, and said with a reluctant smile: "It's not for the sake of those two little enemies, but fortunately, the imperial doctor came to ask for peace and said that it was much better." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Thinking of the past, Duan Concubine couldn't help flashing a trace of pity: "Those grandmothers in Brother's house are lazy, just thinking about more money, where will they really cherish the little Elder Brother Gege, knowing that they are prone to lung disease in winter, they must take care of it carefully, but they also took Changsheng Elder Brother out to blow the wind, and if they didn't go to the imperial doctor as soon as possible, how could they have a high fever and leave me early," she is a smart person, and she found the root cause after careful investigation, and said hatefully: "In the final analysis, Queen Xiaozhao is not virtuous enough." ”

Concubine Rong hurriedly glanced left and right, and Fang cautiously persuaded: "This palace is complicated, and it was when the rebellion of the three feudatories was using silver in all directions, and the queen couldn't care about it for a while. ”

Duan Concubine snorted and smiled: "It's okay to be on the side, but we all know what is going on with my sister's little brother, my sister's favor was not declining, and she had two sons in a row, and the elder brother of Changsheng could not be seriously ill sooner or later, and died when my sister was sitting in confinement." Otherwise, how could my sister lose her body because of this, and she has not been able to raise it well, so that now the holy grace is not as good as before. ”

Concubine Rong is now a pair of children around her knees, she is very content, and she is even more pessimistic about the holy grace, and those grievances have been written off with the death of Queen Xiaozhao, and she only sighed slightly: "It's just a woman." ”

Duan Concubine's eyes fell on Princess Rongxian again, and she sighed slightly, and there was a colorful streamer in her expression: "If my child hadn't died young, he would be two years older than Rongxian now." ”

Concubine Rong saw that she put her baby daughter and a child who died in one place and said, a little uncomfortable, but she understood her state of mind and relieved her: "If my sister is willing, just treat Rong Xian as her own daughter." ”

Concubine Duan held Concubine Rong's hands, only to feel that her fingertips were slightly cold, and she felt two more points distressed, and said softly: "I know my sister's kindness." My sister and I have always been on good terms, so I'd rather stay in this Zhongcui Palace and be crowded with my sister than choose another palace. ”

Concubine Rong was nostalgic, and Wen Yan asked, "What was your plan last time?" ”

Duan Concubine replied: "The Empress Dowager's side has been a little loose, but the emperor has not nodded yet." ”

Concubine Rong thought about it and said: "Bu Guiren's status is low, his appearance is also very ordinary, and his temperament is ignorant and boring, but he is stained with the light of De Concubine, and now the emperor refuses to let go. ”

The corners of the concubine's lips curled slightly: "It is precisely these words that I went to Chengqian Palace, and the concubine has already done seventy or eighty percent, just waiting to see if this little Niu Colu clan is fighting or not." ”

Concubine Rong's eyes sank, and she sighed slightly: "It's just ...... In the end, the weight of the concubine in the emperor's heart is not ordinary. ”

Duan Concubine was a little disapproving: "I naturally know that Wu Yashi is the emperor's treasure, if it is really her intestines crawling out, I don't dare to rob it, but she still has to protect the nobles, this is a bit too much, no matter how favored she is, with the temperament of the Long Live Lord, will there be a guard husband in the harem?" ”

Although Rong Concubine doesn't read much, she also knows that women train women, and the grandmothers in the palace often talk about the famous palace concubine queen, Wei Zifu is the queen of the humble singer, the power of the Han Dynasty, and the final bleak story She also heard it.

Duan Concubine realized that Rong Concubine's background was not high, and she couldn't help but be embarrassed when she said this, sisters connected hearts, Rong Concubine also knew what Duan Concubine was thinking, and she didn't know how to break the ice, and she just happened to see the coercion come in, and said a few words in Duan Concubine's ear.

Duan Concubine's expression gradually became cold and indifferent, she only waved her hand slightly, leaned over slightly on the kang table and said: "It seems that our Long Live Lord is interested in this Wei Chang Zai Zhen'er, I asked Wei to send some bird's nest yesterday, saying that it is the best way to nourish the body, I don't know who passed it to our lord's ears, just now Baba Er sent someone to send ten taels of blood swallows to that head." ”

Concubine Rong served in her early years, the emperor is her own day, hearing that the emperor loves Wei so much, her smile became a little more bitter: "Long live the former child secretly lived in the West Side Hall without telling everyone, and in the morning Yunzhi went out to scoop up water and saw Li Dequan nesting under the corridor of the West Side Palace, and almost bluffed. I thought, if it can't be spread, it will just be preached, and if it gets out, I will be famous on the left and right. ”

A trace of coldness flashed in Concubine Duan's eyes, and she said indignantly: "Sister, don't worry...... In this palace, there has always been no hundred days of flowers. ”

"Look at this begonia flower blooming again, it's so red, so good, big brother, another day, let's invite the second sister, the fifth sister and the aunt's sister Dongzhu, let's open a poetry club again, and make another poem." The begonias in spring are gorgeous, the gusts of wind blow off the petals and the branches are like spring rain, and the girl who embroiders the begonia yellow finch skirt with smoke purple stands with her back to the window, and Ying Ying smiled.

The long jade back opposite her only looked at the begonia tree, and her tone was dry and lonely: "Dongzhu wants to prepare to enter the palace to be elected, how can he still come to start a poetry club with us?" Besides, the second sister in Dongfuli is also going to get married......"

Nala Hui'er heard the loneliness in his tone, Brother Rong Ruo in her eyes has always been golden and noble, with a proud face, how could she be so helpless, she was secretly distressed in her heart, she only smiled and raised her head and said firmly: "Big brother, whoever goes, I won't leave!" ”

Words are still in the ears, things are not people.

Concubine Hui withdrew her gaze from the white begonia tree in the azure glazed flower goblet of the Ru kiln at the foot of the wall, the corners of her lips were shallow as if there was no blood, and she looked at the brocade box on the kang table in front of her again.

There was no sound in the second room, and everyone was taken away by her, and she picked up the key on the side with a trembling hand, opened the purple gold lock, and the lid of the box was opened, and a lake blue purse was lying quietly in it, after the baptism of time, it was glowing with soft waves, like a quiet and secluded deep spring.

The purse is small and inconspicuous, Nala Hui'er plucked the bead hairpin, picked up a row of silver silk threads at the bottom of the purse, and pulled out a small silk silk from the slit, light as gauze texture, embroidered with flounder mandarin ducks,

"The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy, and you don't know"

It's a simple single line of words, but how many girl's thoughts are hidden, and now it's just a quiet text, or just a cold and sleeping silk thread.

She smiled, but her beautiful eyes shed tears, she stuffed the thin silk back into the purse, lifted the needle and sewed it finely, tied the purse around her waist, and then took a deep breath, returned to the mirror to balance her makeup, and waited for the reddish traces to be covered up, before she sat back on the kang and summoned the palace maid to fill her sleeves. (To be continued.) )