Queen, Yikun Palace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The drapery in the dormitory hung down to the ground, and the smell of incense filled the entire hall. The queen lazily reclined on the beauty couch, and a maid in green clothes knelt on one side and beat her legs unhurriedly. The room was so quiet that even breathing could be heard.

As soon as the curtain moved, Aunt Gao came in lightly. The maid in Tsing Yi glanced up at her, Aunt Gao said to the door, and the maid got up and retreated respectfully.

"Mother," she whispered as she approached. Gao Xiyue on the couch opened her eyes slightly, let out a "hmm", and closed it again. Aunt Gao stood quietly on the couch, lowering her eyes.

"Is the medicine boiled?"

After a long time, the queen spoke quietly, and her voice was ethereal and illusory.

"Yes".

"Bring it here!"

Aunt Gao carried a bowl of steaming decoction and placed it on the low table next to the couch.

Empress Gao stretched out a hand, put it on Aunt Gao's arm, and slowly sat up against the edge of the couch. Stretched out his hand to take the decoction, his eyes stared at the shaking brown medicinal soup, he concentrated for a long time, and then put it down again.

"Mother, but it's bitter? The slave just added icing sugar to it." Aunt Gao said with a smile.

Gao Xiyue was silent, her eyes dark and she couldn't see her emotions.

"Niangniang," Aunt Gao still needs to be persuaded again.

"Okay, Yaoqin, bring it over......

Aunt Gao beckoned the little palace maid to come in and put away the bowl, and helped Gao Xiyue to sit on the couch by the window. Looking indoors, he reached for the curtain and was blocked by Gao Xiyue.

Outside, the sun was shining, and a few rays of sunlight poured in through the gaps between the heavy curtains, casting dappled light and shadows on the table and the ground.

Gao Xiyue's mood at this time was like a corner where the sun couldn't shine, dark, damp, and depressed, and all kinds of emotions came one after another, making people's hearts breathless.

Aunt Gao knew that she was not happy, so she opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but finally swallowed it and silently retreated to the side.

"It's good to be young! If you want to be pregnant, you will be pregnant with ......," Gao Xiyue muttered to herself.

Aunt Gao looked up at the sunlight outside, and thought to herself, why can't this sunlight shine on our queen mother?

At this time, Xinyan returned to the room, opened the ring cui and them, sat on the couch and picked up a book to read. I read two lines, but I couldn't read it, so I put it down. I picked up another embroidery bandage to embroider, but it didn't work.

He got up and sat down in front of the window, his hands on his head, and he was in a daze. Fang Fei's words still sounded in his head: "Ah Yan, when I give birth to a child, I will be the lord of the first house." Would you like to move in with me? ”

She raised the corners of her mouth and thought a little bitterly: Compared with Fu Fangfei, she is really a bit miserable. Chuan Fangfei's proposal is not tempting. Fu Fangfei has nothing to say to herself, she has long regarded her as a good sister. But Xinyan also has her own little self-esteem, Fu Fangfei has a lot of people in the palace around her, and there are many people, if she moves over......

Although sisterhood is deep, it is good to live in one place, but as the saying goes: "The fragrance of the distance is the smell, and the smell of the near." "The distance has entered, and I can't look up and look down, and my teeth are still biting my tongue.

Besides, now living in this Huiyi Palace, Ning Zhaoyuan is not an eventful person, and Zhou Cairen is fine, and he is usually quiet.

However, Fang Fei has become the focus of the harem, and there will be indispensable personnel exchanges in the future, and Xinyan doesn't like to be too lively.

But Fangfei is sincere, but it's hard to refuse.

Xinyan frowned distressedly, she was a lazy person in her previous life, after the crossing, before Gu's father had an accident, Gu's mother and the Li family worked hard in everything, and she didn't know what sorrow was. It's like thinking about it every day, hey, she sighed. Whenever she was troubled, she sighed, always feeling that it would be much more comfortable. Thinking about it, I sighed again.

I had a headache, shook my head, and picked up the forehead wipe on the side of the couch again and embroidered it. Empress Dowager Chen's birthday is coming, thinking about it, winter is coming, embroidering a set of small items for the old man to keep out the cold: wiping the forehead, sleeves or something. Although there is no shortage of needlework people around the Queen Mother to worry about, what the younger generation does with their own hands is always different.

Xinyan embroidered carefully with the light outside the window, and slowly, it quieted down. A few canna plants were waving in the wind by the window, and the wide leaves made a subtle sound across the lattice.

After a long time, she put down her needle and thread, rubbed her eyes, and squinted out the window. I don't know when there was rain outside, fine and dense, moist so that the leaves of the canna were green and green.

She stretched out her hand and touched the coolness of her hand, and for no reason her heart became quiet. Just get up and go around the window. The swept bluestone ground was clean, with the occasional leaf or two, a circle of moss growing under the tree, and a few unknown insects were crawling in a hurry, anxious to take shelter from the rain at the root of the tree.

Xinyan suddenly became stubborn, squatted down, flicked her nails lightly, and turned them back, the round insects turned over, turned around in place twice, and crawled back and forth, which was not bad at all. She was surprised, and tried again. Still as before, just waiting to try for the third time, an umbrella is propped up above my head.

"Master, why did you run out? Carefully drenched. Xinyan didn't look back, and said to Huancui with a smile: "Look, it's interesting." ”

"Yes! Master, do you remember that little flower bed in the backyard of our lady? That Young Master Hui Heng guarded for a long time in order to catch that seven-star ladybug. Huancui smiled.

"Yes, at that moment, Brother Heng was naughty. He was punished by his father for this, saying that he was playing as much as he could, and he didn't study well. Xinyan lowered her head and said.

"It's not a young lady yet, oh no, the master pouted it!" The more Huan Cui spoke, the quieter he became: "Master! ”

Xin Yan drooped her face and sniffed: "Go back!" ”

The next day, Xinyan went to Yijing Palace to visit Fu Fangfei, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw her full of spring breeze.

Chuan Fangfei was directing Mo'er to rummage through the tea: "I want that old gentleman's eyebrows, my mother likes it." It was rewarded by the emperor last time. Yes, yes, the one with the red jar. He said to another palace maid, An Lan: "You don't need too many dim sum, just two or three, but prepare early, remember, put less sugar ...... then."

Xinyan watched enviously from the side, sat on the couch and muttered, "It's so good!" I haven't seen my mother in over a year. He sighed again: "I miss my mother so much." If only I were a starling, I could "pounce" and fly back! ”

"Why starling?" Mo'er turned her head and asked curiously.

"Because starlings can talk!" Xinyan propped her head with both hands, looked at the sky with her eyes, and pouted in reply.

Fu Fangfei looked at her sympathetically, and she was sad and funny by her. She looked at Xinyan, her eyes rolled and rolled, she changed the topic, pointed to her forehead and exclaimed: "Ah Yan, do you think I have a mole here?" ”

Gu Xinyan hurriedly leaned over to take a look.