There are many women in the harem, and there are many houses, Yu Jinxuan walked for half an hour, Qingling identified the direction, it should be in the northeast corner of the West Sixth Palace, remote and quiet, just in line with her title Jing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's good to be quiet, what she wants to live is a quiet day. This static word is exactly what she wants.

Jing, although it is agreeable, it can also be seen that the emperor does not care about the woman rewarded by the queen mother, otherwise how can she only have a title, and her position is the lowest among all the concubines, and her residence is still remote and deserted.

The head of the Internal Affairs Office Zhao also realized this, after all, he was a master who was not favored, but the person came out of Renshou Palace, and it was not easy to offend, so he stopped outside the Imperial Jinxuan and said with a smile: "Don't think that the Imperial Jinxuan is remote, but the slave looks very good, from the Imperial Jinxuan to the Imperial Garden, out of the Yuehua Gate to the emperor's Qianqing Palace, where is it close to the emperor!" However, Jing Chang is going to Renshou Palace to ask for peace, so it is far away. ”

"Chief Manager Xie Zhao instructed." Qingling thanked him with a smile.

"The slave can't afford Jing Chang to thank him, Jing Chang may not know that the three words Yu Jinxuan are still written by the emperor himself." Chief Manager Zhao saw that Qingling was thoughtful for a few weeks, and pointed out a few words in passing.

The big characters of "Yu Jin Xuan" are free and easy, splashing ink, and there is a heroic charm in it.

Push open the door, the courtyard is very neat, it is a courtyard house with east and west houses. There are rocks and trees in the yard, which is very elegant. Entering the courtyard, Qingling suddenly felt as if the heat had been shut out, with the shade of locust flowers above his head and the inky marble floor under his feet. There were also stone tables and chairs under the locust tree, and the tables and chairs were covered with thick and soft cushions, apparently deliberately arranged before she came.

Walk through an arched crescent moon door that climbs full of green mountain tigers, is the main hall, all the furnishings are carved from the best pear blossom wood, there is a big calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, the painting is the moonlight of the liquid pool, the bright full moon is sprinkled with silver light, the lake surface is clear and waveless, the lotus leaves are green, several lotus flowers with buds stand out of the water, the upper right of the calligraphy and painting is a dragon flying and the phoenix dances the word "static", the penmanship trend is consistent with the three words of "Yu Jinxuan".

Qingling looked intently, and the seal character at the place of the payment was carefully identified, and it was the word "Hongrui", which was the emperor's imperial pen today.

Qingling sat down in the carved wooden chair, and the chief manager Zhao instructed the palace people to put aside the objects that Renshou Palace and the emperor had rewarded, and the subordinates with Yu Jinxuan were divided into two rows to salute, the left row is the two palace maids and two eunuchs from Renshou Palace, and the right row is also two palace maids and two eunuchs. "Quietly, here is the subordinate of Renshou Palace, here is the subordinate of Yu Jinxuan, Yu Jinxuan is idle on weekdays, and there are no serious people to serve, just a few of them are responsible for cleaning and repairing you can look at it, if you don't like it, the slave will change it for you."

The subordinates stepped forward one by one and hurriedly saluted in turn, reporting their names: the ones of Renshou Palace are Mei Xin, Mo Xin, Xiao Xiazi and Xiao Dongzi. Yu Jinxuan is falling flowers, falling snow, small roads, small alleys.

Needless to say, the people of Renshou Palace are all clever. Yu Jinxuan's palace maid looks passable, she doesn't look very old, and she looks loyal and honest.

When the last little eunuch signed up to salute, Mei Xin couldn't help but laugh out loud, "This Yujinxuan is really interesting, a small road, a small alley, just a small courtyard and a small house." ”

Xiao Alley didn't care, he retreated with a smile, Qingling also smiled, glanced at Mei Xin coquettishly, and smiled at Manager Zhao, who was bending over to wait for her: "I look very good, let them continue to stay in Yujin Xuan and wait." ”

The Ministry of Internal Affairs wanted to make a palace dish that was always there and checked the palace files, but I couldn't find Qingling's records, and Qingling reported my grandmother's surname "Zhou", "Maybe it's just lost, just make up for it." ”

There are many people in the palace, especially those who see the wind and steer the rudder.

Manager Zhao explained the errand, and hurriedly said goodbye: "Wait for the holy drive in good life, if there is still something missing, send someone to the Internal Affairs Office to tell the slave, and the slave will do his best to do so." The minions had to go on other errands, so they took their leave. ”

"There is a hard trip for Mr. Lao Zhao. Mo Xin, send Manager Zhao for me. Saying that, Qingling took a purple gold hot bracelet from his wrist and put it in Mei Xin's hand.

Mo Xin agreed to chase it out and took it outside, and then quietly stuffed the gold bracelet into the hand of Manager Zhao, "Manager Zhao, this is a little bit of heart that I always have at home, please keep it in charge, and it will inevitably be troublesome in the future when Yu Jinxuan is in charge." ”

Manager Zhao had a smile on his white and chubby face, and he didn't even dare to say that he couldn't push Mo Xin to insist, so he had to accept it.

Before he turned back, he heard a eunuch outside Yu Jin Xuan shouting in a sharp voice: "Yu Jin Xuan is always receiving the imperial concubine's reward-"

The imperial concubine is in charge of the affairs of the six palaces, and a new person has been added to the palace, according to the rules, what should be rewarded, but as soon as the people here enter the Imperial Jinxuan, the reward over there will come down, and it should also be remembered that Qingling was once a person from Fengzao Palace, and the imperial concubine is benevolent, and it really lives up to its name.

Qingling hurriedly walked out of the main hall, although all the people who came, she still made a big salute and knelt down to receive the reward.

The people who came read the gift list, and the reward was handed over to the hands of the falling snow and flowers, and one by one they were placed in the hall.

When Qingling followed her grandmother, her grandmother pointed out the rules for her to usher in the send-off, and listening to the names of the gifts in the reward list, she knew that the imperial concubine had not been slow to treat her because she was a palace maid, and the rewards were extraordinarily valuable.

The person who came handed over the gift list to Qingling, who was still kneeling on the ground, "Jing Chang is the old man in Fengzao Palace, the imperial concubine has taken special care of her, and the reward is also very different." ”

"Concubine Xie Huang Guifei for her reward!"

As soon as this group of people left, that group of people came, all day, Yu Jinxuan was busy receiving rewards, in addition to the imperial concubine, virtuous concubine, concubine, concubine, Yue concubine, Yu nobles all had rewards, Zhao Meiren, Wang Meiren also sent congratulatory gifts.

Gifts came in one by one, and the hall was so full that it was almost impossible to move your feet. Qingling was dazzled, the things in the palace were different, and anything that was appreciated casually was much more valuable than the outside.

Among all the gifts, the imperial concubine's reward was rewarded in accordance with the rules, and an additional part of the Fengzao Palace was added, which was considered heavy, but it was not as valuable as the things that the virtuous concubine rewarded.

Obviously, she knows that Qingling is the palace maid who recites scriptures and worships the Buddha in Renshou Palace, and she has the meaning of currying favor with Renshou Palace in addition to the relationship. There are two horses of Shu brocade in the valuables sent by Concubine Xian, which are even more rare, Qingling instructed Mei Xin to pick them out and collect them carefully, and the rest are stored in the treasury of Yujin Xuan after checking them one by one.

Of course, the emperor got a newcomer, and the women in the palace were reluctant, and they had to do a thoughtful job of the etiquette on their faces.

But there is one exception, and that is Concubine Hui. Concubine Hui is the only one who has no reward.

Concubine Hui has no children, and this account and hatred are firmly remembered on Qingling's head, and I am afraid that she will not be able to untie the knot in her life.

After a busy day, Qingling understood that people were also tired all day, and after dinner, they were called down to rest. Today, a plum core, Xiaoluzi is on duty, and the two of them are also tired after a day's work, and they fell asleep on the floor outside the dormitory.

Qingling is difficult to sleep, I don't know how Wanxin is now, they grew up together like sisters, and now they want to work together, and suddenly became the emperor's concubine, she knows that there is no way out except to be the emperor's woman.

The first encounter was so beautiful, she had fantasized and looked forward to it, but when she came to the palace and got close to him, the dream was quickly shattered. He is cold and arrogant, he is boundless, he is heartless, he has an impermanence, is this the person she will accompany in the future?

From now on, she doesn't have to eat the same rice porridge every day, and she doesn't need to wear a style of palace maid Luo Yi in all seasons, she can eat fine clothes and jade food, and she can enjoy flowers and bath soup every day, but she also wants to have a man with the women in the harem, and this man is her world and her life.

Her dreams, her boudoir, can never go back, and she is inexplicably irritable in her heart.

The night in June was cool, she was too lazy to wear her shoes, she went out of the warm pavilion barefoot, and came to the yard, the dark marble under her feet was as cool as water, and the night was also as cool as water, and the brocade mat on the stone table and stone chair under the locust tree was still there, as if waiting for the master to sit, and the locust tree in a yard exuded a rich fragrance.

Qingling sat down on the brocade cushion, on the ground, the stone table was full of small white locust rice, a grain like itself, fluttering in the wind, scattered into mud, drifting with the tide like not knowing where to go.

Qingling went down from the armpit of his bedrobe and put down a piece of white silk handkerchief, spread it on the table, picked up a grain of small locust rice, put it on the silk handkerchief, and squatted down to pick up some from the ground.

Fu sat down again and sighed to Ayapari's little acacia rice: "Who lived here in the past, the ground was full of acacia flowers and autumn grass. There is no wind tonight, and the acacia rice has landed, but are you missing the old man? The deceased who wants to come to Yu Jinxuan is very fond of acacia flowers, acacia flowers fall, whether it is nostalgic for the deceased or not, and wait for me to make you into flower tea, so that the fragrance of the deceased will last forever! ”

Before the words fell, I heard a long sigh, a cold voice: "Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before." If you make them into fragrant tea, it will be considered complete, and if the deceased learns about it, they will also be gratified. ”

Following the prestige, at the arch of the crescent moon hanging flowers, there was a person standing, dressed in a dark brocade robe, with a cold and solemn face, and eyes as clear as water were staring at her, and there was a falling locust rice falling on his black clothes, black and white were particularly distinct.

When the spring hatred came last year, the falling flowers were independent, and the swifts flew together.

Qingling inexplicably remembered this poem, still a lonely and melancholy figure, a cold and slightly cold face, and suddenly it was the first time he saw Qianlichi.