The style of the snow queen is cold outside, and the body in a strong person does not have the courage to stand still in the wind, even if the wind touches the body skin when walking, it feels as if Ling Chi is in pain. Kyoto's Wax Moon is the coldest time of the year, and this year's snow is constantly drifting, and it seems to be colder than usual.

It was like a miscarriage injury that had not healed but accidentally contracted the wind cold, high fever did not go away, and he was in a coma for a day and a night, during which Murong Yichuan was undressed and guarded by the bedside, but in recent years, the envoys of various countries have come to congratulate, and the envoys of some vassal countries Murong Yichuan did not go to meet in person, and handed over to the prime minister Xiao Yucheng and Xiao Suyuan of Tongping Zhangshi, Zhongshu Ling Xue residents and privy envoy Qin Jun, privy deputy envoy Chu Hengyuan and others were responsible for the reception, only the envoy of the Khitan State Murong Yichuan personally received, Dazheng and the Khitan State are equal in strength, The two countries clashed many times during the Taizong period, most of them were the defeat of the Taisho, and then several major battles of the Taisho were able to turn defeat into victory, and the two countries felt that if the protracted war was detrimental to the national strength of both sides, it was better to value peace, and then the two fought less, mutual trade and the annual celebrations of various countries exchanged with each other. "Novel" novel chapters are updated the fastest

It was as if after sobering up and seeing that Murong Yichuan was waiting for herself and the resentment in her heart was gradually fading, she was a soft-hearted person after all, and she was moved to tears at a little kindness. "How long did I sleep?" As if asking weakly, Murong Yichuan said in a deep voice; "It's been a day and a night, you finally woke up, otherwise, I would like to throw those imperial doctors into Kunming Lake."

He sighed slightly and muttered; "Why are you so troubled, I'm just cold, I want a painting of red jade." It was as if Su Su had sent the red jade portrait brought by Shangguan Tianjue from Yunmeng Mountain to Wan Ruo before the wind was cold, and this painting was the deepest comfort in her heart.

Murong Yichuan hurriedly got up and took the painting on the dresser to Wanruo, "I had a long dream, I dreamed that I was with our Hongyu, she hated being well-behaved, quieter than Xue'er, more comfortable and sensible, than" As if she couldn't say it anymore, looking at the lifelike little person on the snow-white silk silk, she only held it kindly, but she was sad. Murong Yichuan frowned slightly, "Your illness just happened to be in your pregnancy." Murong Yichuan is rarely indifferent to Hongyu's feelings, although she is also her own flesh and blood, but when she thinks that because she almost lost her life, Murong Yichuan can't let go, his favorite of the three daughters is still Qianxue, as for Hongyu and Xiao Yuwan, they are both ordinary, and the successive Purified Princess can't talk about feelings.

Murong Yichuan wanted to accompany Wanru for a while, but the eunuch Dequan came to report that the prime minister and Master Tongping Zhangshi asked to see him, and Murong Yichuan thought for a moment and finally went to see the minister.

Chunxiang brought a bowl of ginseng soup to Wanruo, "Just wake up and drink some ginseng soup before eating." The tip of his nose was flowing with the fragrance of ginseng soup, but there was no ** to touch it, "I don't want to drink it, you can take it away." Haruka didn't move and persuaded tightly, and finally drank a few sips like facing the wall.

The next day, shortly after having breakfast, Chunhong and Su Su came to visit Wanruo, and saw that both of them were pregnant, as if they were very unbearable, "It's so cold outside, your body is inconvenient, don't enter the palace if there is nothing important, I have Chunxiang to take care of you, so I can rest easy to raise the baby." Wanruo's spirit gradually improved, and then the person sat up against the bed rail, Chunhong and Susu sat on the edge of the bed, and Chunxiang rolled the beaded curtain high.

Chunhong lowered her eyes and looked at her lower abdomen, which was already very obvious, and then Ying Ying smiled; "I'm not so delicate, if Niangniang doesn't want us to worry, it's okay, I know that Niangniang's phoenix body is not good, and I'm restless at home, if Niangniang allows me to stay and serve for a few days."

Su Su also followed the persuasion, "Niangniang's phoenix body is good, we will have no worries, and if Niangniang is not good, don't you call the people of Ziquan Palace and Jingyuan Palace, Niangniang is an understanding person, why bother to let them be satisfied?" "Su Su zhidao is like the crux of the disease, sometimes heart disease is easier to destroy a person than the wind knife frost sword, the heart is wide and there is no disease, and the smile can always be there.

As soon as Su Su's words fell, a palace maid opened the curtain and came in to report that Cao Guifei had come to greet her mother.

Hearing that Cao Shilai shook his head, Chunxiang said to the little palace maid angrily, you go to tell Cao Guifei that the mother needs to recuperate, and there is no need for idle people to disturb her, and the little palace maid did not dare to say more and had to retreat to reply.

It was said that the Cao family was very unhappy after eating the closed door, but he had no choice but to return with the palace maids and eunuchs the same way.

The Cao family wanted to go back to the palace directly, but when they approached the imperial garden, they couldn't help but stop and admire the Hanmei in full bloom in the garden.

The Cao clan only left Liuli and Shanqing, and the rest of them sent them away.

Because he was unhappy, Cao's face has always been effectively cold, like a white plum blooming in the wind.

"Niangniang is annoyed by the slave and maid, but there is no way to be wrong, Niangniang should relax her heart." Shan Qing broke a branch of red plum in her hand, leaned on Cao's side, and quietly comforted.

Cao Shi raised his head and looked at the shallow clouds in the blue sky, the corners of his mouth raised, smiled coldly, and returned his gaze to the white plum in front of him, "I can't wait to kill her, but for the sake of my family, I can only endure it, I thought that the emperor treated me with some affection, but I didn't expect that I was amorous, I should understand that the emperor is the most ruthless." Thinking of his unformed child turning into a ball of pus and blood, the hatred in Cao's heart spread rapidly like a tide, but even if the hatred penetrated into the bones, there was nothing he could do. Murong Yichuan sent some silk and silk after Cao's miscarriage, and jewelry treasures to comfort him, but for Cao's family, it was just an itch in his boots.

Pan's zhidao didn't seem to see herself, so she stayed in Jingyuan Palace all day, ignoring all the major and minor things that had happened in the harem recently, and it seemed to have disappeared for a while.

Although the Pan family gate did not go out of the second door, Murong Yichuan did not forget her, or did not forget the flesh and blood in her belly, and went to Jingyuanguan to visit before it was too early after finishing the work at hand.

Pan, who hadn't seen Long Yan for many days, was overjoyed when he saw Murong Yichuan, "Your Majesty, you haven't been here for a long time, and the concubines still think that they have been beaten into the cold palace-" Pan sat down next to Murong Yichuan and leaned against each other, lying coquettish like a child.

In the face of Pan's bright and fresh beauty, Murong Yichuan's heart was full of pity, but he was still a little worried when he saw that she was still wearing a little thin in the cold winter Layue, "Why are you wearing so thin clothes when it's freezing outside, what if it's frozen?" Faced with Murong Yichuan's concern, the Pan clan was flattered, and the slender jade pointed to the charcoal brazier; Although it is cold outside, the house is as warm as spring, the concubines are not cold, and the clothes in the winter are too heavy, and the concubines feel that they will not be beautiful, if the concubines are not beautiful, then the emperor will not like the concubines. Pan's innocence and coquettishness evoked Murong Yichuan's tenderness, he held the woman's soft shoulders and pondered for a moment before whispering; I don't want you to hurt yourself in order to please you, but you are wearing a peach-colored dress that is very moving, and the Inner Servant Province has just saved a few horses of the finest warm brocade from Suzhou, and the queen has selected a few, and I will ask them to give you the rest in a while. Pan Shi hurriedly got up and bowed to thank her, Murong Yichuan stopped her, "There is no need to be polite when your body is so heavy, the New Year is approaching, I zhidao you will definitely be homesick, it will be the queen's birthday in a few days, the ministers will come to congratulate, I can allow your father to come to Jingyuan Palace to see you." Once a woman enters the palace, even if she is separated from her parents, she cannot see each other without the will of the emperor, so there are such poems to describe the situation after the woman enters the palace. In fact, after a woman enters the palace, meeting her family is a kind of undesirable luxury, and Pan will be able to meet her father Pan Li in a few days, and her heart is infinitely happy and expectant.

As soon as Murong Yichuan left, the people from the Inner Servant Province sent three high-quality soft and warm Suzhou brocades to Jingyuan Palace.

The lights in the Sun Moon Pavilion were dim, as if under the lamp he was still looking at the portrait of the red jade, although it was just a painting, it was a treasure that could not be changed for Wanruo.

Murong Yichuan finished reading a page of the book on the side, and saw that Wanruo was still in a daze at the portrait, so he pushed her, "You've been reading it for half an hour, and it hurts your eyes if you always stare at a point." ”

It was as if seeing that Murong Yichuan was always a little unhappy with the red jade table, "You don't love Yu'er at all, you naturally can't understand my feelings, I didn't even have a chance to take a look at her when she was born, you know how sad I am."

Murong Yichuan closed the book, looked at it as if it was serious, and said; "Hongyu is also my child, how can I not hurt, I am still not worried about you, I find that you are becoming more and more unreasonable." Hearing the other party say that he was unreasonable, he didn't seem to be angry, but smiled, "Confucius said that only women and villains are difficult to raise." ”

Two

Since the founding of the country, the Taisho Dynasty has stipulated that every year, in addition to the first lunar month of the first month, the Dragon Boat Festival in May, the 15th of July Zhongyuan Festival, the 15th of August Mid-Autumn Festival, the ninth Chongyang Festival in early September, and the Chinese New Year's Eve are the great festivals celebrated by the whole world, the emperor's birthday is the Tianlong Festival, and the empress's birthday is the Tianfeng Festival. Especially during the Tenryu Festival, envoys from various countries will come to congratulate one after another. The Celestial Breeze Festival is relatively calm.

It's like the day of the birthday is a sunny day, the blue sky is like washing, a few shallow white clouds are attached to the blue sky, the clouds are dotted, like the embellishment of stars in the night sky, quiet as if there is no trace of wind, such warmth has been lost for a long time.

Although Wanruo's body is still weak, today is her birthday, and when it is an unusual time, she can only fight her spirit to cope with the qiē that should be dealt with.

The day of the birth coincided with the tenth day, the emperor did not court, and the officials did not work, so Murong Yichuan accompanied him until the rising sun before getting up, and after a while, he wanted to meet the hundred officials who came to the court as if he had to get the queen's court clothes, she asked Chunxiang to bring the court clothes over, as if the dress worn during the ceremony after the book was now inappropriate, she was pregnant at the time, and now she was wearing the clothes at that time was naturally very restrained, in addition to that, there was a set of big dresses that were worn when he lived in the cave with Murong Yichuan, That is Murong Yichuan has long been preparing for haode, as if he is still not sure whether the dress is prepared for himself, or for Ximen Ruoxuan, because Murong Yichuan's ambition was there long before he married Ximen Ruoxuan, no matter what, the stay in the cave still makes Wanruo unforgettable, and then the dress that is worn every grand festival is that set, but there have been too many unsatisfactory in the past six months, which makes Wanruo's heart uncomfortable, so that the clothes are gradually slowing down, especially after experiencing the blow of miscarriage, it seems to be more and more haggard, It is not an exaggeration to describe her at this time with no muscles and bones. It was as if he was dressed neatly but found that his clothes were a little loose, and when he picked up the mirror to look at himself, he was emaciated, as if he sighed silently. Murong Yichuan hugged his slender waist from behind, and said in pain; "It's unsettling to see you so thin."

As if frowning and smiling, his eyes were cool and light in response to the man's concern, "Don't you men like thin and slender women, I don't like it for you." Murong Yichuan pondered for a moment and then said solemnly, "I hope you can be round and jade in my arms, if you are in my arms, how can my heart be at ease." If so, I am now the lord of the world, and I have the qualifications to have the beauty of the world, but my wife is only you, I don't need you to please me, I just want you to be good haode, and share this thousands of miles of rivers and mountains with me, the prosperity of the world. ”

As if there are no words, the picturesque rivers and mountains and the blossoming flowers are never what she wants, what she wants is a man who has a heart that belongs to herself, what she wants is the night and night that is bright and clean, and now his night is not exclusive to herself. Because today is a good day for himself, he didn't think too much, and instead pushed Murong Yichuan away and asked Chunxiang to come over to help him make up, afraid that people would see his haggardness, as if he deliberately asked Chunxiang to spend half an hour on his makeup, and then look at himself in the mirror after a while, which is very different from before makeup, the previous haggard and haggard are completely gone, but now his face is like a peach and plum, and he is radiant.

It was as if after cleaning up and stopping, he first went to Anning Palace with Murong Yichuan to greet Empress Dowager Xiao, where he used the golden silk noodles rewarded by Empress Dowager Xiao, and then went to Ningshou Palace to greet Empress Xiao of Emperor Zhongzong Tiande, and then returned to Zhaoyang Palace for breakfast.

As soon as Wanruo and Murong Yichuan returned to Zhaoyang Palace, the eunuch reported that Pan Cao and the two noble concubines came to ask for peace, as if they had to force a smile and greet the two noble concubines, Pan Cao and the two of them each prepared a generous gift, as if they were not interested in seeing the gifts they prepared, and after the two left, they ordered Chunxiang to send them to the warehouse......

Not long after breakfast, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty had gathered outside the Jiaotai Palace, and Murong Yichuan accompanied him as if to the Jiaotai Palace, and then the ministers of Xuan came to meet him.

The kung fu was not much, and under the guidance of Qin Ming, the great eunuch of Zhaoyang Palace, he entered the hall one after another according to his grade.

The ministers are at the forefront of the prime minister Xiao Yucheng, followed by Xiao Suyuan, who is called the prime minister, the grade is equivalent to the prime minister, but he does not have the decision-making power of the prime minister, and then the Zhongshu Ling Xue resident, followed by the general Zhou Dawei and the privy envoy Qin Jun, the privy deputy envoy Chu Hengyuan, the Taizheng Dynasty began to emphasize literature and light military force, although the general and the privy envoy are equivalent to the prime minister's grade, but not as authoritative as the prime minister.

The ministers came to the main hall and bowed down one after another according to their ranks, and bowed three times and bowed nine times.

Today, Murong Yichuan is not the protagonist, and the ministers want to worship the queen of the main palace.

It is like sitting next to Murong Yichuan on his phoenix throne, condescending to look at the Manchu Dynasty civil and military who are kneeling at his feet, his heart is like turning over the river and the sea, this moment is not the first time for Wanruo, but every time he faces the hundred officials to worship, Wanruo's mood is the same as at the beginning, it is excited, it is panic, it is pride, or all kinds of feelings are intertwined, but in the face of the surrender of the ministers and his feet, there is still a kind of fluttering pride, and it is also like sitting in the clouds looking down on the handsomeness of the mountains and rivers, and the withering glory of all things. This kind of pride and pride is only exclusive to a few people in the vast red dust, and it is precisely because of this that many people are busy for this supreme authority, giving everything they have, even at the cost of fratricide and fighting for their lives. Everyone admires this picturesque country, but they don't know that this flower-like country is dyed with the blood of countless people.

It is as if after accepting the worship of hundreds of officials, he accepted the worship of the inner women of the third grade or more in the Jiaotai Palace, and the two concubines of Murong Yichuan also came to the Jiaotai Palace to congratulate him, and Murong Yichuan led the civil and military officials to the Hanyuan Hall and ordered a banquet, and at the same time, it was as if a banquet was placed in the Jiaotai Palace to raise a glass and drink with the women.

At dusk, the banquet dispersed, and after a qiē returned to calm, he sent a long air, and gently pinched his face, which didn't have much meat, with his hand, and only felt sour, "Niangniang, this is the head of Qin who sorted out the haode gift list." Haruka handed a booklet to Wanruo.

It was as if I had simply turned a few pages, which were densely recorded with the gifts received today, which were naturally countless rare treasures, and many ministers took advantage of the emperor's birthday to give gifts to a good future. It was as if I was lazy to read a few pages and only felt a headache and hurriedly returned the booklet to Chunxiang, "I'm too lazy to read it, put it on my dresser, and pile all those gifts in the warehouse, and select a few haode to give to the Queen Mother and the Queen of Ningshou Palace, I'm so tired and want to sleep for a while." As soon as the words fell, Murong Yichuan walked in with a spring breeze, "I want to sleep before the stars come out, be careful that I can't sleep when I wake up in the middle of the night." Chunxiang hurriedly stepped forward to give a salute to Murong Yichuan, Murong Yichuan walked up to Wanruo, gently stroked her shoulder, and continued, "I ordered the singing and dancing girls of Changchun Yuan to rehearse the song and dance "Ni Dress and Feather Dance" for your fun, and after dinner, let's go to Linchun Pavilion to watch it." ”

It's like lazily saying forget it, I'm not interested, and besides, our children have only been there for ten days, so how can I be in the mood.

Hearing this, Murong Yichuan's face flashed a little bit of loss, "I meant well, since this is the case, I will accompany you." ”

Although Murong Yichuan has been extremely accommodating to Wanruo these days, Ranwanruo still can't let go of his feelings and can't be as kind to him as he was before.

Murong Yichuan ordered the eunuch Dequan to bring in a brocade box, and the birthday gift he wanted to give to Wanruo was in the golden box.

"Ruoruo, open it and look at the gift I gave you." Murong Yichuan said with great interest.

It was as if turning back from the sunset outside the window and glanced lightly at the brocade box carved with dragon and phoenix patterns in front of him, as if he was not much interested in what was inside, but after all, it was the other party's mind, and others could not care about it, but he was his own husband, as if he was thinking about it while opening the brocade blind, he saw that the light in front of him was full of light, Ruicai thousand, it was a golden silk pearl jade phoenix skirt, which was as light as a cloud in the palm of her hand, and slowly unfolded the size of countless pearl rice grains, the golden silk thread was as fine as lotus silk, and the phoenix on the skirt was lifelike. The hem of the skirt has countless golden silk phoenixes, each is only the size of a fingernail, there is a pearl and jade inlay between the phoenix and the phoenix, the pearl is like rice, the jade is like a small leaf, the top of the skirt is like a favorite fire red, the front embroidered white lotus and the back embroidered plum, between the flower and the flower also have a chic small phoenix and the size of the pearl jade of the rice grain.

Murong Yichuan's gaze stayed on the cold face, and he gently asked if he liked it for a long time?

As if he was not sad or happy, he looked at the countless golden silk phoenixes and pondered for a moment, and said; "It's too luxurious."

Murong Yichuan smiled disdainfully and said domineeringly and generously; "What if you empty the treasury? You have to promise me to wear it to me often, and you are reluctant to wear the pearl shirt that I gave you before. ”

As if thinking that Murong Yichuan's gift to herself was this golden silk bead and jade phoenix skirt, but she was wrong, and then Murong Yichuan asked Dequan to present several brocade boxes one after another, in addition to all kinds of treasured jade, there is also a guqin, a drum mirror, an ancient painting "Luo Shen Tu", a Lantian warm jade Xiao, and a pair of cloud-faced jade shoes.

It seems that every gift given by Murong Yichuan is carefully kept, but what she really likes is the birthday that Qian Xue only hated when she was born, he lined up a lot of red candles in the snow, and then burned a lot www.biquge.info of fun pavilions, and he held hands with him to watch the red candles in the snow, although his heart did not belong to him at that time, but the intention of that birthday was unforgettable, what she wanted was always not prosperous, but a simple and poetic Fengyue.