The historical records of the firm do alms in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and basically choose to do it in the solar terms, so on the day of the beginning of summer, there is a long desk at the door of the Ruyi Building, and a steady stream of hot porridge and steamed buns are brought out from the store, and if there are children who come to beg for steamed bread and porridge, they will also send Lixia eggs.

Lixia eggs are boiled with tea powder or walnut shells, the eggshells are boiled red, looking auspicious and festive, this is the custom of Dongyue, Lixia eats eggs, and the hot day is not summer.

Every time you give alms, the queue in front of the Ruyi Building is always lined up like a long line, the store does not do business on this day, the kitchen only cooks rice porridge, eggs, steamed steamed buns, a round in the morning, a round at noon, and a round in the evening.

Shi Pengpeng took the maids in the house to weave colored bags very early on, which were used to hold Lixia eggs, and on the day of Lixia, they were distributed to the children who begged for eggs.

When Shi Yingying presided over the porridge, she gave eggs to the children on the side, and sent the eggs to them one by one, she likes to do this kind of thing, and likes to see the happy and expectant smiles on the children's faces, even if their clothes are ragged and dirty, she does not dislike them, and will bend down to wipe the dirt on the children's faces with their own handkerchiefs.

Murong Lin sat in the sedan chair, watching from afar, with a sneer on his lips, she was really a fake girl, this time she pretended to be a bodhisattva, but he knew how she deceived his mother in the palace. What he hates the most is the villain in front of him and behind him, just like the old witch in Nanyuan, who smiled at him in front of his mother, turned around and changed his face, which hurt him so badly.

The old witch is thousands of miles away, and he can't move her for the time being, but it is not difficult to clean up this one in front of him.

He lowered the curtain, squinted his eyes, and whispered to his retinue to go back to the palace.

Originally, I didn't want to touch her because of the face of the queen mother, but recently the nightmare chased him a little tightly, and he often woke up sweating in the middle of the night, he was thirteen years old, but he was still tormented by nightmares, but he was not strong enough to kill the old witch, in his eyes, Shi Pengpeng was a fake person like the old witch, and giving her a little punishment would probably calm the anger in his heart.

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In the afternoon, Shi Pengpeng took a nap, Shi Yingying wrapped a set of atlases and asked her to send them to the palace, this thing is not valuable, but Niangniang likes to see it, and tells Niangniang that if she gets it next time, she will send it to the palace.

Shi Pengpeng said hello, straightened his clothes and hair, and went out with a small baggage.

The carriage stopped in front of the palace gate, and the guards greeted her with a smile, although she was young, she was a little red man in front of the queen's mother, and everyone was naturally polite when they saw her.

Shi Pengpeng returned the salute with a smile, changed into a green soap sedan chair at the side door, and sat swaying to the palace.

Not long after walking, the sedan chair stopped, she thought it was Murong Sheng coming, sat upright and didn't say a word, waiting to hear him call her sister, but there was no sound outside, and the sedan chair was also lifted again, she wondered a little, could it be that the sedan chair driver was tired of carrying it, so he stopped to take a breath? But she's a little girl, and she's not too heavy.

Since she walked again, she didn't bother to think about it, so she held the little burden in her arms and closed her eyes to recuperate. It was probably because the sedan chair was too comfortable, she only felt that her eyelids were too heavy to open, and her body slowly bent to the side, leaning on the sedan chair and falling asleep.

When Shi Pengpeng woke up, it was dark all around, she rubbed her eyes and sat up, she found herself lying on the ground, and after a while, slowly getting used to the light in the room, she looked around.

The room was not large, the door was closed, there were no windows, it looked dark and damp, it was already early summer, but she shivered with cold.

What the hell is this place?

She crossed her arms and swept her gaze across the room, wondering how she had come here. The palanquin drivers should send her to the Chengde Palace.

She never knew that there was such a place in the palace, empty, nothing, so quiet that it made people panic.

She went over to knock on the door, and slapped with a lot of force, but the sound was very dull, and the porphyry sounded a little frightened, as if this door had been specially treated, and did not let the sound go away.

She raised her voice again, but the sharp voice only echoed in the room, and Shi Pengpeng understood that shouting was useless, and no one would hear it.

She squatted on the ground and held her cheeks, thinking carefully, and finally remembered that there was a place in the harem called the Cold Palace, which was specially used to hold the punished concubines, could this be the Cold Palace?

But what are you doing here? She's not a concubine, and she hasn't made any mistakes.

After staying for a long time, the sight became clearer, and she actually found the candlestick, there was a broken candle on the candlestick, she hurriedly took out the fire fold to light the candle, a small ball of light ignited, bringing warmth and light, she held the candlestick and looked at the room again, it was still empty, but there was a simple table against the wall, and found a somewhat broken chair in the corner, she tried it, and could still sit, she moved the chair to the table, and the candlestick rested on the table, and then took out the set of picture books from the small baggage, and slowly flipped through it.

When you are bored, you have to find something to do, and Shi Pengpeng thinks it is most suitable to be so quiet.

In the Changying Palace, Mo Ronglin wrote with a pen, and the thirteen-year-old boy had a cold face, his eyebrows were slanted, and his eyes were staring coldly at the words under the pen.

One stroke at a time, vigorous and powerful, it doesn't look like the pen of a thirteen-year-old boy.

Jia Lanqing was grinding ink on the side, and glanced at the Western clock in the corner from time to time, Brother Prince, it's not too early, it's time to release people.

Murong Lin turned a deaf ear, and just wrote with cold eyebrows.

Jia Lanqing knew that he knew everything in his heart, but he was too cold and arrogant, and he needed to be given a step down. So he said, Sister Shi entered the palace and had a register, if His Royal Highness Sheng knew, he would look for her everywhere, if he couldn't find it, and returned to the emperor and Niangniang, it would be a big deal.

Murong Lin flipped his wrist, took the last stroke back, and dragged out a long tail, he was careful and detailed, very satisfied, and said, she still hasn't moved?

Yes, it was quiet in the room, and no movement could be heard.

Murong Lin sneered, but he was a calm person, since he was so calm, he simply squeezed her again.

The prince's hatred of Shi Pengpeng is actually a bit inexplicable, probably because he transferred the hatred in his heart to her, Jia Lanqing sighed secretly in his heart, this Sister Shi's life is not very good.

Brother Prince, it's really too late to let go. Jia Lanqing glanced out, you see, the hour is really not early.

Murong Lin glanced out the window, a little reluctantly, okay, let the person go.

Brother Prince, Jia Lanqing said, today this matter is not big, it is not small, after Sister Shi is released, she will definitely sue Niangniang, saying that someone locked her up, and Niangniang will order my father to investigate this matter thoroughly, although my father is unreliable, he can still find out this matter, so

So what's the matter? Murong Lin raised one eyebrow, and there was a faint anger between his eyebrows.

Jia Lanqing laughed with him, but what should be said was still to say that the prince's brother should go in person, only said that he made a joke with Sister Shi and asked her not to tell her about it.

Murong Lin said sharply, how dare she?

Jia Lanqing, Sister Shi has always been very bold.

Murong Lin was silent for a while, shook his two arms, and strode away.

Jia Lan breathed a sigh of relief and followed with a smile.

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