In the blink of an eye, the big and small shops on the street have changed the red lanterns in front of the doors, and most of the vendors who set up stalls have also sold couplets and various New Year's paintings.

There is still less than half a month before the New Year's Festival, and Mama Xi has finally finished teaching her stomach full of things, no matter how well this young lady learns, her work has finally come to an end.

Miao Zhi finally didn't have to get up early, these days in order to deal with the old woman from this palace, she was tired enough, her sleep was not enough, she was physically and mentally exhausted all day long, and there were heavy dark circles under her eyes.

Let Ning'er cut a few potato slices to apply to her eyes, and not long after applying them, Brother Jun beside Shen Fengyi came over.

Although the young man is not very old, he is very eye-catching, or he can serve in Shen Fengyi at a young age, and his level is probably higher than that of Steward Jia in this mansion.

When Miao Zhi came out, the young man was standing respectfully at the gate of the Mandarin Pavilion with his eyes closed.

"What is my father looking for me?" She asked, rummaging through a few potato chips in her hand, wondering for a moment if this starch oxidized would still work for dark circles.

"The master didn't call the young lady over, but just asked the little one to bring you a message. It is customary in the palace that princesses with titles, whether they are of royal blood or not, must participate in the annual festival sacrifices in the palace. ”

"Sacrifice?" When Miao Zhi heard this, she was obviously a little unhappy, learning the rules cost her half of her life, this sacrifice, thinking about the red tape with her toes, didn't exhaust her to death.

"Can I not go?" Although I know that I can't escape, I still want to ask, what if there is a case.

"Miss, you can't help but go, you are now the princess of today's saint, you have a name and a name, and you can't hide from it." He spoke softly, always with his head half-bowed, respectful and humble.

"Okay, you go back to your father and say I know." She handed the potato slices in her hand to Ning'er, took out the handkerchief around her waist and wiped the sticky starch off her hands.

"Yes, the little one knows, when the time comes, the palace will send a carriage to pick you up! Small retirements. Brother Jun bowed and took a few steps back, and only turned around and walked away slowly when he was a few feet away from the gate of the Mandarin Pavilion.

Miao Zhi looked at his distant back, and was a little more curious about his father.

Such a young guy beside him is so polite, and he is also deep and introverted. However, Shen Fengyi has only a palace scholar in the court, and he can't count any of his great achievements, and he doesn't care about their brothers and sisters on weekdays, and he rarely eats with them at the same table.

Her pupils flashed, and she vaguely felt that her bachelor father was definitely not what she seemed on the surface.

"Miss, what do you see? Let's go back, it's windy outside. Ning'er pulled the corner of her sleeve and said, and the two turned around and went back to the room.

Alas, it's idle again now, I'm afraid the palace is going to send someone again, right? The complicated rules are even more stringent.

These days, the street can be described as very lively, almost every moment can hear the crisp sound of firecrackers, sure enough, the New Year is approaching, and the smell of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger.

The atmosphere in the bachelor's mansion is not so good, because of the fire in the east courtyard, Ling Shuirong's life and death are uncertain, and the people are still working carefully, and the mansion is also a lot deserted, not to mention firecrackers, not even a red lantern is hung.

Sure enough, the next afternoon, Miao Zhi had just slept for a short while, and an older grandmother came to the palace.

The old lady wore an autumn-scented pigmented Hangzhou silk gown, and she was very exquisite. The hair mixed with a little silver thread is combed in a neat bun, the face is large, the body is rich, the skin is white, the hands overlapped in front of the abdomen are distinctly jointed, and the nails with pale pink nail polish shine like pearls in the sun.

Her eyes are sharp, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are strict, and she looks like a master who is not easy to talk to.

She was followed by two big palace maids, who were also well-dressed and restrained.

The three of them were introduced to the Mandarin Pavilion by Steward Jia, and when they saw Miao Zhi, they gave a big gift without humility or arrogance.

Miao Zhi is also a good person, and her kung fu is also well-known. As soon as I saw this formation, from the old woman's walking posture and aura, I knew that the person in front of me was simply different from the grandmother a few days ago.

"Miao Zhi has seen Mama." She quickly bowed and returned the salute, and the standard was appropriate.

When she got up, she obviously saw a hint of appreciation flashing in the old woman's eyes. I couldn't help but breathe, okay, okay. Although she didn't do it a few days ago, she also remembered what she should remember.

Then the old grandmother briefly introduced herself, it turned out that this Mama Qiao was the aunt in charge of the Queen Mother's side before her death, and she could be regarded as growing up watching the current saint. After the queen mother, Bei'an Huang originally planned to let her live in her old age, but who knew that she couldn't be idle, so she took over the errand of teaching the princes and princesses etiquette.

Miao Zhi couldn't help but sip her tongue in her heart, she was killed halfway Cheng Biting Jin, can she be so attentive? sent such a heavyweight figure in the palace.

Now, I'm afraid that I can't even steal a little bit of laziness.

"Zhi'er, how can he get your teachings." Polite words still have to be said, who makes the family a well-known veteran figure in the palace.

What kind of person is this Mama Qiao, she is very shrewd in reading countless people, and Miao Zhi's little bit of caution is like an axe in front of her, as soon as the words landed, she heard a rough idea.

"Princess Jiahe doesn't have to be polite, as long as you cooperate with the slave and maid in the past few days, the rules of the sacrifice will be much simpler. However, the slave and maid also said that if you want to cheat and cheat, this will not work with the slave and maid. ”

The ginger is still old and spicy, not to mention the old ginger in the palace. She could only smile awkwardly, unable to say anything.

Mama Qiao is really a fierce master, and the teaching courses all adhere to the purpose of being strict in class and resting immediately when the point comes, so that Miao Zhi hates her and loves her.

This sacrificial ritual is really cumbersome, not only kowtowing is varied, but also during the four-hour sacrificial ceremony, you can't eat anything at all, isn't this torture alive?

In just one day, she was a little overwhelmed, dizzy, sore, and hungry.

After hastily pulling two bowls of rice, she couldn't support it anymore, and one of them collapsed into the soft and fragrant futon.

Still Ning'er felt sorry for her, and Baba ran over to give her a massage. Yuan Hongxuan, who learned the news, also asked Xiangyan to bring her favorite words.

As soon as she ate one, she fell asleep tiredly, and she still maintained the posture of holding the plum in her hand, which made Ning'er can't help but laugh again. I'm tired like this, but I still want to eat.