As the New Year approaches, the palace gradually reveals a festive atmosphere, and exquisite window flowers can be seen everywhere, as well as red veils fluttering.

Three days before the New Year, the Internal Affairs Office also issued a New Year's reward, Tao Zhiyuan was just an eight-grade girl, but because of Zhou Luying's care, the reward was a lot, and it was useless for her to keep it herself, so she asked someone to send some to Yun Qingyuan, so that she could also have a good year.

Chinese attach great importance to the New Year, although there are only Tao Zhiyuan and Yingmeng in Yingyue Xuan, but they are also happy, Yingmeng has been learning Su embroidery with Tao Zhiyuan for a while, and when he saw the arrival of the New Year, he personally made a new dress for himself.

Seeing Yingmeng's happy look, she was also contaminated with Yingmeng's happiness, in modern times, her mother is long gone, Tao Fei is busy with business, Chinese New Year's Eve and the first day of the first month do not necessarily have him at home to eat a New Year's dinner, she spent the New Year with her brother when she was a child, and later her brother also went to the UK to study, and the family was even more deserted.

Fortunately, there is Yi, who accompanies her through the New Year, and the party day that originally belonged to the family seems to them to be like Valentine's Day.

"Niangniang, you see that the clothes sent by the master room are better than the previous ones." Ying Mengduan looked at the clothes brought by the Internal Affairs Office, that is, the clothes worn at the family banquet in the inner court of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Tao Zhiyuan nodded disappreciably, with Zhou Luying's instructions, do the people in the division room dare to be sloppy?

"But it's still not good, I heard that Concubine Xian's clothes are the most beautiful, and Tan Sizhi made them himself." Yingmeng was a little discouraged, "Niangniang, you have to think of a way." ”

"What can you do?" Tao Zhiyuan asked knowingly.

"At the family banquet of the Chinese New Year's Eve, all the harem concubines must attend, this is an opportunity to meet the emperor, you must dress up carefully, so that the emperor can pay attention to you."

Tao Zhiyuan sighed, this is also a headache for her, according to the rules, on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the harem concubines are all going to attend the family banquet, isn't that a waste of her painstaking management for so long? Even at the family banquet, the harem concubines are as beautiful as a cloud, the emperor shouldn't notice her, right?

But I'm still worried......

Yingmeng looked at Tao Zhiyuan's thoughtful appearance, obviously talking to her, she just got distracted, every time she was like this, Yingmeng couldn't help but purse her mouth, and said dissatisfiedly: "Niangniang, where do you have so many things to think about." ”

Tao Zhiyuan hurriedly came back to her senses and smiled flatteringly: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, women will wrinkle when they are angry." ”

"Well, the slave is really not afraid." Yingmeng obviously doesn't eat her set.

Tao Zhiyuan smiled: "If you are not afraid, you have to be afraid, you are easy to get old!" ”

Seeing that Yingmeng still wanted to refute, Tao Zhiyuan hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Okay, I won't mess with you, I still have to do those embroidery jobs quickly, and I will send it to Aunt Zhang tomorrow." ”

Yingmeng saw her busy again, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

In this cold winter, although the room is lit with a charcoal stove, people will always be lazy, but when she is cold, she rubs her hands and continues to pick up the needle, her focused appearance makes people love and pity, she will hum a tune that Yingmeng has never heard, so Yingmeng also sits there and watches her embroidery, and feels a kind of happiness.

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Tao Zhiyuan took the needle for two days, and finally finished the embroidery, which is all festive colors, and embroidered with auspicious patterns, which is a good New Year's gift.

Tomorrow will be the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and she must quickly send these things to Aunt Zhang and Zhou Luying to show her blessings to them.

In the afternoon, seeing Yingmeng taking a nap, she didn't want to disturb her, so she put on her cloak and went out with a basket.

The wind was not strong, and it was rare that there was no snow on this day, and the snow on the road had been cleaned up by the eunuchs and palace maids.

She remembered that Aunt Zhang was on an errand in Yongxiang, so she walked with her memory. However, Yingyue Xuan was in a remote location, and she rarely came out and walked around, so after turning for a while, she lost her way. She began to sigh why the palace was so big, why did the emperor raise so many women!

She turned a corner, and came to the Taiye Pool in the Imperial Garden, she almost herself off, this is very far away.

It's late afternoon, and the people in the harem are almost taking a nap at this time, and she can't see anyone if she wants to ask for directions.

Walking out of the Imperial Garden, now she was indeed lost.

Suddenly seeing a pink figure, which looked very similar to the costume of the female history, Tao Zhiyuan immediately ran over and shouted, "Hey! Wait a minute! ”

The woman was startled, didn't see the stairs under her feet, and fell to the ground with the clothes she was holding in her hand, letting out a scream.

"What's wrong with you? Are there any injuries? Tao Zhiyuan wanted to help the female historian up, but the female historian saw that her hand was pressing on the set of clothes, she quickly retracted her hand, picked up the clothes, and saw the dusty collar, several of the gems embroidered on it were broken, and some were ground out of a few small marks, and the gem could not exude its original attractive light at all.

When the woman saw this, her whole body trembled in shock, and tears immediately overflowed her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it scared you." Tao Zhiyuan was full of guilt in her heart, looking at the workmanship and texture of this dress, she knew that it was worth a lot of money, and it must be the clothes of the favored concubine, then this female history would have to be punished.

The female history looked up at Tao Zhiyuan, although Tao Zhiyuan was dressed plainly, she could also see that she was a concubine.

"It's none of Niangniang's business, it's the slave who is cowardly, and Niangniang panicked when she shouted."

Tao Zhiyuan saw that her eyebrows were clear and beautiful, her age was similar to Yingmeng, and the tears on her face were pitiful.

"Then get up, go back and mend your clothes, and you'll be fine."

The female Shi shook her head: "No, this is a freshly changed dress, it must be sent to Mingyu Palace today, there is no time." Moreover, the agate gems on this collar are all tributes, and they are worth a lot of money, and they cannot be repaired at all. ”

Mingyu Palace?

Tao Zhiyuan frowned slightly, remembering that this was the palace of the virtuous concubine, and was immediately shocked.

"The clothes are from Concubine Xian's?" Tao Zhiyuan wanted to confirm again.

"Yes, this is the clothes made by Tan Si Ji himself, because the waist is a little wide, so it will be sent back to Si Si Fang for modification the day before yesterday, and it will be taken back to Mingyu Palace as soon as it is changed today." The female history burst into tears when she said this, "It's all because the slave maid is not clever in doing things on weekdays, this is the clothes that Concubine Xian will wear at the family banquet, and this time she must have been imprisoned in the violent room by Concubine Xian." ”

Tao Zhiyuan's heart sank, in the final analysis, it was because of herself that her clothes were damaged. She took the dress and took a closer look, the clothes were mainly purple, mixed with other dark fabrics, the design was not much different from other palace costumes, because of the noble status of the concubine, so the neckline and cuffs were inlaid with red gems and agate, but in Tao Zhiyuan's eyes, it was very tacky.

She gritted her teeth, stared at the female history, and asked, "Is there a sewing kit here?" ”

Because she was the female historian of the division's room, she carried a sewing kit with her, so the female historian immediately took it out and handed it to Tao Zhiyuan: "Niangniang, what are you going to do?" ”

Tao Zhiyuan took out the small scissors in the sewing kit and said firmly: "Change clothes!" ”