After Zhu Ge left, Gillian talked to Xue Wu in the house after breakfast. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the winter of the Han Dynasty more than 2,000 years ago, the winter was unusually cold. The snow is also very heavy, and the original green pine and cypress trees in the courtyard are now full of trees, green and white, beautiful like a painting.

The courtyard is snow-white, and it snows one after another in winter, even on sunny days. It didn't melt much, and now it's snowing again. Leisurely and light, the world is white and solemn. A gentle wind blew, dappled and swaying among the treetops.

The sky is covered like snowflakes like fine salt, one, two, three, and thousands of flowers. The snow weighs on the cold branches, and from time to time you can hear the sound of the bamboo branches being crushed.

It's not snowing yet, but it's still cold.

Fortunately, a little maid brought a fire and half a pot of charcoal, and the heat in the room rose and gradually warmed up.

Gillian and Xue Wu knelt in front of the fire, gossiping about one of them. Zhuge has been gone for a while, but they are not worried. However, Guo Xie has not returned yet, and they are faintly uneasy in their hearts.

Suddenly, someone pushed the door open.

It was still the cold-eyed maid I had seen earlier, and she was standing at the door. The cold wind swept into the house, and she didn't care. Han Sheng said: "Who is the master of the bamboo song?" Our old lady wants to see you. ”

She had come to invite someone, but she didn't even look into the room, leaning against the door frame.

Her commanding appearance is not like a maid, but like a master's house. It was even more like it was a great thing to see their old lady, and Xue Wuteng stood up immediately. Her hand in the sleeve was already full of poisonous needles, and she was extremely angry.

It is the so-called death of the king and the humiliation of the minister.

Gillian didn't take it seriously, looked at the maid who was startled by Xue Wu and said, "I am." ”

She gently but refuses to push Snow Dance back as she gets up, she knows what Snow Dance is thinking.

When the maid saw Xue Wu sitting down with a resentful face, she didn't dare to recruit her again. just snorted before going out, and Gillian ignored her. Treat her like air, just follow her forward.

Gillian has never taken her status as a queen too seriously, but she has never cared about inconsequential people.

There isn't much intersection in the first place, so why bother with them?

When the Empress Dowager was there, she taught her gently, and if the palace people around her were arrogant and unrecognizable, they didn't need to bother to train her, and they were killed directly.

Because, there will never be a shortage of people around the master of the middle palace.

Meek, honest, and smart. As long as she speaks, she can fill the Weiyang Palace to pick and choose.

Gillian was startled when she first heard this, but now it seems that it is.

The queen mother is the world, and there is no need to wronged herself.

As for the maid who can't carry it, it is her master who should be bothered.

It was almost noon, and the snow was getting heavier.

Misty snowflakes like fine salt catkins began to form flakes, and everything in the white snow was blurred. Only the wheezing roar of the wind could be heard, and the sound of the wind whirled up from the frozen ice and rolled up on the person, and the maid could not help but shiver.

She deliberately treated the people behind her coldly along the way, but she didn't want people to ignore her at all.

Who is the owner of the bamboo song?

She couldn't help but start to wonder about this question, she had thought that the person who rushed to her subordinates and old acquaintances was a noble lady. I'm afraid that he is also a down-and-out nobleman, and he can't get on the stage. In the past, the old lady of their family was forbidden to enter and leave the palace, and countless dignitaries were invited as guests.

The maid quickly suppressed this question, Zhu Ge was just a dancing girl. Could there be anything earth-shattering that her master could not do?

She sneered out loud and walked out of the winding verandah. Walking through the gravel road, I suddenly heard the murmuring of the water and the heat floating. But it turned out to be a natural small hot spring, but because it was too small, it was only used to wash clothes.

Gillian saw the hot spring but unconsciously remembered the days in the pine stone fast, the hot spring in the Red Chamber has always been her favorite in winter. I don't know what the old lady is doing now? I'm afraid it's either to enjoy the plum blossoms and snow or to read ancient books.

The days in the mountains are really like fairies.

Gillian looked at the clear and swaying water, and her footsteps paused unconsciously.

The maid naturally felt her hesitation, and only thought that she had never seen hot soup in her small household. As he walked, he laughed in his heart, and walked a short distance before entering a courtyard. There were more people, and Gillian heard the maids greeting the maids who led the way, only to know that her name was Xiwu.

The name is really elegant, Gillian thought.

In the courtyard, there are two ancient trees like canopies, and the snow is all over them, as if they are wearing a white dress. Some of the treetops are out of the wall, and the snowdrifts in the corners of the walls are thick.

The further you walked inside, the quieter it became, and the maids lowered their eyebrows and looked very respectful. Even the faint sound of breathing can be heard clearly. No one greeted the sunset mist anymore, at most only a slight bow.

This old lady is only afraid of a serious one.

Three more rooms were walked in the way, and the evening fog stood still. Whispered a few words to the richly dressed and gentle-eyed maid at the door, who turned his gaze as he listened.

Gillian stood still, waiting for them to speak without the slightest restraint, just looking at the furnishings in the room comfortably. Brocade gauze cover, gold pearlescent. A gilded tripod was placed on a large case in the room, and light smoke rose slowly. Gillian doesn't have much insight into incense, but Sheng has been immersed in the palace for many years, but she still doesn't think it smells bad.

I knew that it was already very good, and looked at the rosewood jade bead plate in the house.

It's not very eye-catching, but it's normal. Spices can be bought with a lot of money, but the best wood is priceless, and it is reserved for the royal enjoyment.

The so-called three, six, nine, etc., there must always be a difference from all aspects.

They only said a few words and quickly ended the conversation, but the maid at the door respectfully bent forward to invite Gillian in.

Gillian only said usually, but the evening fog was slightly alarmed.

Everyone knows that Yimi, who is next to the old lady, is the most confidant, and her attitude is the attitude of the old lady.

Gillian entered the inner room, but it was a bedroom.

An old lady with good spirits and kind eyebrows sat on the top, but it was a little beyond Gillian's imagination, she thought she had to be a stern and arrogant person. Below it is the bamboo song, and Gillian is about to come forward to salute. The old lady raised her head to stop, "Don't be polite, the old body ......"

Her words suddenly paused as her gaze swept towards Gillian, and she looked at Gillian steadily. His eyes were deep, and he forgot to say what he said afterwards, Gillian and Zhuge couldn't help but look at each other, not understanding why.

The old lady quickly woke up, and when she saw Gillian slightly surprised, she smiled gently: "I made you laugh." ”

You?

Gillian and Zhuge both sensitively smelled the old lady's kindness from this title, but they didn't wait for them to think about it again. The old lady turned to Zhuge and said softly but unrefusably, "Child, go out and ask Yimi to lead you around." I haven't been here for a long time, and my old body has changed a lot. ”

This is to talk to Gillian alone, but why?

Zhu Ge was very puzzled.

Could it be that just because she vaguely knew that she was from the palace, her master must be noble and abnormal?

But the old lady is quiet by nature, not like such a person. (To be continued.) )