In the winter of the first year of Longqing, there was a lot of snow. In October, it rained for nearly ten days in a row, and it did not dawn until the morning of the twelfth. It was as if even the Heavenly Father wanted to present a gift for Concubine Xiao Gui's birthday, early on the morning of the thirteenth day, the blue sky was like a wash, and Chang'an City, which had shrunk for nearly half a month under the snow mist, was more and more overflowing with grand celebration.

Although Qin Nanxi has no seal, he is also listed as the banquet post of the concubine's internal banquet. Early this morning, she had no choice but to dress up, quit her father, and entered the palace with her sister-in-law Xiao Luomei to celebrate her birthday with the concubine.

The carriages and horses that enter the palace to celebrate the birthday of the people in each province enter from the golden Changle Gate. Qin Nanxi entered the palace for the first time, sitting in the car, and inevitably became curious about this extreme forbidden place in the world. Picking up the curtain and looking, I saw that the high palace walls on both sides were still covered with more than half a foot of snow, and on the vermilion wall, there was occasionally a line of red dyed when the snow slid down, like a beauty with heavy makeup. The blue brick corridor run by the wheels is long and smooth, stained with the wetness of the snow, and the black one reaches into the deep palace like the sea, like the twists and turns of the court woman's thoughts and thoughts, but no matter how long and lingering, it is lonely and empty after all.

After walking for a long time, there was still only a long road in front of him, Qin Nanxi didn't feel tired, and retracted his casual gaze slowly, before he sat straight back in the car, and saw Xiao Luomei on the opposite side handing a small brass hand stove in front of him.

"Nanxi~" Xiao Luomei called shallowly, and stopped talking. She understood that there was an unbridgeable gap between her sister-in-law, and she looked very ashamed at this time.

Qin Nanxi raised her hand to take the hand stove, and her kedan nails inadvertently lightly scratched the brass stove body, making a thin hiss. Raising her eyebrows and looking at Xiao Luomei, she said lightly: "Sister-in-law has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to talk about it." ”

Xiao Luomei was slightly stunned when she heard this, lowered her eyes and looked at Bai Yubi who was lying on her knees, and said idly: "My sister has rarely gone out with me to undertake these things. Thinking about it, the last time I took my sister to a banquet was the Duanyang Festival nearly two years ago. ”

Qin Nanxi suddenly felt as if she was stung by memory, and only took a deep breath, and felt that the cold snow outside the car was like a needle, and her lungs were full, and the fine and lingering colic came up from the bottom of her heart. That time, she went to the Hundred Flowers Banquet in the Changping County Mansion with Xiao Luomei...... Slightly closed his eyes, as if the fragrance of flowers on the banquet was still lingering on the tip of his nose, however, the nose was sour, and he had to admit that the proprietors and guests of the banquet of flowers were now scattered.

Holding his clear and simple moon-white sleeves tightly, Qin Nanxi smiled dumbly. It turned out that she was stubbornly trying to wear such a clean dress today, because she was still thinking about the Hundred Flowers Banquet, the dusty dress painted with ink lotus red carp, and the person who painted......

Looking down at his white skirt today, he suddenly realized that he was far away after all...... And what time is it? And why is she here?

Raising his head, he looked at Xiao Luomei's evasive gaze lightly, Qin Nanxi collected all her sadness, and said lightly: "Sister-in-law is not a person who remembers the old in vain, Nanxi knows that today's banquet will not be simpler than the Hundred Flowers Banquet in Changping Palace, if there is anything to explain, sister-in-law just speak bluntly!" ”

Xiao Luomei was silent for a long time, raised her hand to help Qin Nanxi with the elegant beads on the bun, and said with a hint of shame: "Nanxi, today's Qin Mansion is not as usual, let... Hey, that's it, your brother asked me to tell you, if today's banquet, if the concubine has anything to say, it doesn't matter if she explains it, or if she wants to do it, her sister just needs to bear it, and she doesn't need to take it too seriously. ”

Qin Nanxi's eyes turned, he put his hand stove together, and replied lightly: "Sister-in-law's words are strange. The people who entered the palace today to celebrate her birthday are so sloppy, what a noble figure the noble concubine is, don't say anything to Nanxi, I'm afraid that she may not even have the opportunity to speak, why should my brother explain this? And if the noble concubine really has an explanation, it is the emperor's will, how should Nan Xi respond? When he went out early in the morning to say goodbye to his father, Qin Zi'an once explained: "Except for Xiao Luomei, the children of the Qin family must not have more to do with the Xiao family."

At that time, Qin Nanxi only felt that her father's words were abrupt and strange, and now that she saw her sister-in-law's evasive eyes, she had already guessed a few points in her heart.

"Sure enough, it's a good banquet" sighed secretly in his heart, Qin Nanxi no longer paid attention to Xiao Luomei, who was embarrassed on the side, and lowered his head and gently fiddled with the small lid of the brass hand stove. Her sharp beaded armor slashed densely across the smooth furnace body, emitting a continuous, low-pitched sharp sound. It seems to be a shrewd eye, and he has seen through the dark tide surging under the calm waves.

The silence in the car was awkward, and it gradually became anxious. Outside the car, there was a burst of emcee singing and cheering from afar, rescuing the embarrassed Xiao Luomei, and also reminding the noble daughters in these cars that the most extreme dignity in the world is close at hand. Their usual beautiful feet that are not stained with mud and dust finally want to become lowly and surrender here.

Qin Nanxi slowly got out of the car, followed the strings of floating colorful brocade clouds, and quietly turned into one deep palace gate after another.

The palace people who were guided by the way were taken to a rich and luxurious, warm and fragrant palace room. In accordance with the palace rules, the daughters of the women stood and bowed their heads and waited silently. Qin Nanxi followed it, standing quietly, and as far as his eyes could see, there was only a golden brick under his feet.

I saw the intricate pattern of the open-carved peony, covered with the golden light of the extreme wealth, in the oblique piercing of the morning light, swaying out a dazzling halo, making people stand in it, unprovoked to become small and humble.

Although the cloak on his body to protect against the cold had long been taken off from the palace, Qin Nanxi was still slightly panting under the pressure of the heavy dress. The forehead was densely covered with a layer of sweat, but the palm of the hand that gently pinched the skirt was cold. What was churning in my heart repeatedly was the advice of the sister-in-law in the car who wanted to speak and stopped, and the words of my father's half-life and half-persuasion in the morning.

Suddenly, Qin Nanxi felt lonely and helpless. It turns out that even though the crowd around her is like a cloud now, she is still lonely after all. Just like eleven years ago, when she was young, she stood lonely and helpless in Chongyi Fang, Chang'an, at the door of the strange and tall Qin Shangshu Mansion. The begonias above Ren's head bloomed like clouds, but she tried her best, but she still couldn't reach the lowest branch! No one understood her helplessness and sadness at that time, until he quietly appeared behind her and plucked the bright red begonia for her......

A hint of unexpected warmth rose from the bottom of her heart, and Qin Nanxi suddenly stopped being embarrassed and confused, and just fought for it. Since the deep thoughts in her heart have long been firm, why should she linger?