Sit up with difficulty with your back against the wall. After a brief period of dizziness, the grogginess receded, and the body was no longer as heavy as the lead poured last night.

Evacuate the hall of the incense, the breath is light.

It's just the right time for the morning light.

The white light shimmered and penetrated the gauze tent.

Her heart hung when she opened it.

for fear of disturbing the person in front of him.

Landing barefoot and standing quietly. The queen was still asleep, her face tired and haggard. If you look at it carefully, you are really a worry-prone person, even in your dreams, you are frowning, you take off your phoenix hairpin and Yuhua, and you are wearing regular clothes, and the style of the six palaces in front of you in the day is gone, but the eyebrows are ...... Still wrinkled.

What are you worried about?

What are you dreaming about?

Or maybe the unbearable pressure never dissipated in the dream......

Shen Zhuangzhao slowly squatted down and observed the queen up close. Obviously she is the daughter of the enemy of the family, and she shouldn't have a calm heart, why at this moment, the red dust is silent, the clouds and mist in the capital, the moon is quiet, and the hard heart is slowly melted at the end of the cold winter at this moment.

In the nineteenth year, Shen Fu was instructed.

The eldest daughter, gorgeous and peerless.

He has a virtuous temperament, is proficient in music and rhythm, and has a talent for learning dance.

Such a beautiful woman, everyone who sees it is amazed.

When entering the middle palace.

That's what she'd always heard.

Himself, when he enters the middle palace.

No matter who she is today, she should become the mother of a country in Fengyi's nine heavens.

That's what they all say.

No one told her that the Sixth Palace was sinister, and no one told her how she had a deep relationship with the Son of Heaven.

She should be in the middle palace.

Now, she has seen the affection of the Son of Heaven, and she has also seen the restless face of the queen of the dynasty who abandoned the concept of tolerance and seclusion and had a strong wrist.

In the past, he was plotting for his mother's family, and then there was the queen mother in politics, and there were favored concubines who were eyeing her.

Under the glamorous and glamorous, it is terrifying.

Is the position of the queen really as important as her nineteen-year family motto says?

Is she really the right fit for it?

Shen Zhuangzhao lined the chair hand, tilting his head to stare at the sleeping queen.

Xiao Mengru, it turns out that you are doing well......

It's never been so distressing.

The queen was in a deep dream, and she did not know that there was someone beside her, and she pondered deeply and compassionately.

She is only in her closed eyes, locked with family sorrows and family feuds, and her willow eyebrows are as dignified as a green and green mountain, spreading horizontally, and her pockets are empty, all of which are the hardships of entangled with the court and seeking power with the woman's own body. Don't go to the relationship, there is no wind and snow, tossing and turning old memories trapped in the largest imperial city, laughing and crying, in the graceful years that should not belong to her, the wind is forced to disperse.

Shen Zhuangzhao left the phoenix couch and walked to the center of the house. The golden embroidered wall, the peony blanket, the non-phoenix is the Dan, several times depressing, which is breathless. Did she really doubt that the queen had never been tired of facing these repetitive things day and night?

The bookcase is lined with the four treasures of the precious study.

On the wall, there are ink paintings with a pure heart and few desires.

He is a talented servant.

She thought so.

The queen is doing these things except for the time to ask for peace on weekdays. She approached curiously, picked up the unfinished words, people are like their words, beautiful and dignified, slender and proud, seeking harmony in the circle, the rules are square, the queen is really leisurely and elegant, no wonder when she came to look for her last night, she saw it in the study.

The rice paper was held between her hands, and the dusty corners of the case were revealed.

Pressed under a few history books.

A blank corner of the pan pleat.

How to stack neatly and dispose of the words written at will?

That's it, put her things back where they were.

Shen Zhuangzhao pulled it out lightly, and after tidying up, he pressed it back under the book scroll.

Suddenly...... Her gaze lingered.

At a glance, his hand froze.

It's a Buddhist scripture, a transcription.

Liti, familiar handwriting.

She almost held her breath.

It's -

She wrote it herself!

One, two, three, four...... It's all your own hands!

That day, yes, that day, she remembered.

At night, Chen and Shen were summoned into the Jiaofang Palace, and ordered to copy scriptures all night to show that his wife was strong.

The queen ordered her to copy it for a long, long time.

With the pride of not losing people, she finally wrote the last stroke at dawn, and finally fell asleep when the sleepiness could not be supported.

When he woke up, the queen was already in front of him.

She pointed to the scriptures and reluctantly spat out these words from her lips: "Words, good writing." ”

Why......

She wants to stay with these things she wrote at the time?

Shen Zhuangzhao was confused.

Turning around, the queen was still in place. Xiao Mengru, Xiao Mengru...... She unconsciously repeated in her heart, she really didn't understand her. Stroking the paper to bring a familiar touch, when the candlelight is dim, behind the screen, the moonlight and frost, the long night of quiet wind, the lonely queen stares out of the window late at night, all kinds of curtains, memories come flooding. She's so good at spotting her frustration, as it is now. Why is that? Is that how you can understand her......

Day.

The trance becomes long.

Bleak winter solstice.

In the capital, there is still no snowfall.

It's late.

It was two full months late.

However, people are not worried.

Snow, sooner or later, will fall on the earth.

Just as the day rises and the night rises, and the tide rises and falls, winter here will surely come.

When the New Year arrives, it is wrapped in silver, which means that it is going to celebrate the New Year-

Prepare for the New Year.

Sticking a blessing stick.

Reunion dinner.

Qi Jiahuan.

The people are full of joy and preparation, but for the people in the deep palace, especially the Son of Heaven, the New Year is just a different way to set up a banquet. The calendar has been turned over, the years have been added, and other than that, there is no difference.

There is no family feast to talk about.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, civil and military officials will worship the Son of Heaven, and at night, the Son of Heaven will go to the feast with the ministers, congratulatory messages, congratulatory gifts, and the steps are all according to the Ministry of Rites. Red tape, full of officialdom.

The Son of Heaven put aside the court affairs for the time being, and drank wine with his favorite ministers.

Sharp-eyed people know how to observe at this time, which are the people of His Majesty, which are the people of the Queen Mother, which are the people of other forces, and which are neutral people...... A small banquet, the party is distinct, and the situation is varied.

As a person who has been in power for many years, the Queen Mother has a lot of power and is a heroine among women, and she has attracted much attention.

The snooping of the cold scholars who have just entered the officialdom, the long-experienced ministers echo the royal annual banquet, which is an important place for the power to cling, and it is an occasion to embody the capable people and the high-ranking people.

It is gratifying that after the ministers retreated, there was still a room in the capital to accommodate the flavor of the New Year. The wives and children at home, the parents serving slaves, the moment they walked into the mansion, they seemed to purify the official atmosphere of hypocrisy, and they all ended up clean, and the atmosphere of the New Year completely emerged.

Unfortunately, after the feast, the emperor and queen are not in the same palace, and they live at both ends, so how can they resign from the mansion? Gathering with the Queen Mother, Xiao Shen confronted him, he must be a sword and a sword, the year is not a year, the taste is not the taste, over time, the Son of Heaven is tired, the queen is against her wishes, and the Queen Mother is unhappy. The three-person banquet broke up unhappily, and it could no longer be held.

Late at night, the emperor and queen were alone, but in the middle, there seemed to be something. The freshness of previous years has been sealed, the Son of Heaven doesn't know what she wants to ask for, the queen doesn't know how to reply, the two of them are getting farther and farther apart, they can only have nothing to say and rely on each other in silence, and in the end, the Son of Heaven quit the palace on the grounds that you are tired and go to bed.

Twisted Chinese New Year's Eve.

It seems that no matter how sincere the feelings are, they are in it, stained by the waves.

There is still a very short time left until the end of the year.

Changle Palace, dining room. The queen mother rarely cooks by the side of the chisel, and the female imperial chief smiled and said: "The mother has not touched the spring water with her fingers for decades, and today she has broken the vows." ”

Remove from the pot and cook a good porridge.

The Queen Mother holds the spoon and tastes it.

Huh, frown.

"How does it taste?" The Lady Chieftain asked.

"Poured."

The female imperial chief comforted, "Everything is difficult at the beginning, not to mention that you haven't cooked for more than ten years, slaves and maids can taste it." ”

"All down." Very reluctant.

"Yes, yes."

Then she smiled and cleaned up, and said:

The slave maid still remembers that the last time Niangniang cooked, it was when the emperor was about eight years old. At that time, Niangniang knew everything, the first emperor and the emperor liked to come to your palace to eat, and the slaves and maids often followed Niangniang in the kitchen, and were taught by Niangniang to do it hand in hand. Now, nearly ten years have passed. ”

"Well, more than ten years."

The voice of the Queen Mother's vicissitudes sounded full of emotion.

Decade.

Eight years old.

Drop a tombstone.

Desperate cooking, broken love, this year is out of the present, suddenly like a dream, Zhuang Zhou does not wake up.

What she remembered was the first emperor's meal mentioned by the female imperial chief.

The movement of the hand slows down slowly.

Peel away the clouds.

In the dining room, there are beauties with their backs, gestures, and butterflies.

The food is fragrant, and the diners are waiting outside the door.

"It's almost good, it's almost good."

Looking back, the face is bright and sweet.

What was within reach.

We can only see each other in our memories today.

"Here we are."

The beauty gently brought out the steaming utensils.

On the window lattice, there is a New Year's blessing. Red flower decoupage. Outside, snowdrift branches. Warm cotton jackets, silver stoves, and the cottage is full of joy. The dough is red, the wine is brewed and the food is delicious, and it is happy.

On both sides of the round table, three concubines and two children.

The beauty presented the meal, and the fragrance attracted the praise of others, which made her face flush, and she was busy saying that she was not in a hurry to praise, and she would taste it first.

One of them, although he was at a young age, could vaguely see that he was the former queen mother.

The other one, holding the chick in his hand, has just come out of the moon. It's a man. The red light in the head reflects the house, and the big thing can be achieved.

In addition, the beauty who cooks the meal, is three adults.

The beauty sat down, looking forward to looking at the opposite side.

"Yang'er, taste it, what do you think?"

The person who was covered by her was gradually revealing his true face at this time.

The beauty leans over and reveals the opposite side.

Marvel.

At a young age, you have to look like this.

Cold eyebrows and peach eyes, high nose and thin lips, and red moles on the forehead, with the meaning of New Year's wishes. Delicate skin, innocent and a little sensible eyes, people can't help it, so they want to take her into their arms and kiss her fiercely.

The beauty blinked, watched the girl called Yang'er taste the osmanthus brewed soup.

How?

She was very interested.

Anyone in the world can say that she is not doing well, but this girl can't.

It's just because she likes her too much.

"Uh-huh......" the little girl said.

All right?

She tensed.

The little girl put down the spoon and said very seriously, "It's delicious, auntie." ”

In an instant, the magpie swirled around the beam. The beauty called her aunt couldn't help but rush over and hug her, tightly, and said, "Great, just like Yang'er." And the little girl seemed to be accustomed to her aunt's frequent overtures, and accepted it with a blank face.

Laughter from the side.

"Good sister, don't break Wei Yang."

It was the concubine who was holding the boy.

"How can you blame me? It's all because my sister gave birth to her too smart. The beauty touched the girl's playful hair combed by the palace emperor, "Kunyi, how good it would be if you were born to me." ”

The little girl looked like her aunt was coming again: "......"

"It doesn't matter," the concubine quipped, "anyway, no matter which one you have a child with, you're a child of the same race." ”

"Sister sit back, let's eat." The young queen mother was reprimanded.

The love is reluctant to let go, and finally the beauty returns to its original position.

"Come on, come on, over there, the emperor and queen are enjoying a banquet with the ministers, and at night, it's none of our business. I'm here to rest if I'm drunk today, so let's not get drunk and don't go home. The concubine who gave birth to a prince raised her glass and said.

The wine bottle was poured, and the three of them got up. Raise your glass and drink it all.

There are snowflakes outside, and there is no difference between the old days in the Shen Mansion, and even more free than in the Shen Mansion.

It's so nice, they in the house never thought about it-

It turns out that the best years are at this time.

And it, alone, began to quietly enter the countdown.

The past is clear......

The sound is far away......

The flavor of the New Year's banquet gradually evaporated.

Beautiful, happy, slowly gone.

Left, the taste of a cold, imperial city.

"A-Jiang."

"The slave is here."

The tears flowing in the eyes of the Queen Mother only slipped down.

"It's already so far away."

"What?"

"More than ten years, it turns out that it has been so far away."

"Oh, yes." The Lady Captain sighed behind her back.

"Wei Yang grew up, the emperor grew up, the first person left, the second person left, it turned out to be so far away. The mourning family thought it was yesterday, really, but I didn't expect that now in the house, only the mourning family is left. ”

"Mother's ......"

"Come here, you accompany me to make this dish. The mourning family has not done it for a long time, and I have forgotten what my sister taught me back then, you have learned a lot, you should still have an impression, let's recall it together, make these dishes well, and then send them to the emperor, and then send them to Kunyi......"

"Yes, slave will help you." The female imperial chief approached softly, she didn't dare to look at the queen mother, because there was obvious choking in her voice.

It's the New Year,

It's the Chinese New Year......

The Queen Mother muttered,

It's going to be another year.

The imperial city is about to usher in cold snow and reunion.