The imperial prince really did not break his promise, and sent someone to send Mama Chang back to Zhaoyun Palace in the afternoon of the same day.

Mama Chang was married with Zhaoyun's biological mother, and since Zhaoyun was born, Zhaoyun Palace has been taken care of by Mama Chang, and it is well organized.

She is usually extremely strict with the little maids below, but she is always infinitely kind and tolerant to Zhaoyun. Zhaoyun clearly remembers that in that long dream, on the way to accompany her to marry to the Western Wu Kingdom, the distance was far away and the road was sparsely populated, and her grandmother was seriously infected with typhoid fever, and passed away before she could be cured.

As soon as Mama Chang entered the door, Zhaoyun took a few steps forward and hugged her. Looking at Mama Chang, who was wearing a dark red embroidered armor, her hair had turned slightly gray, and her face was slightly tired, her eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

After Zhaoyun helped her to sit on the kang, he took a cup of hot tea from Ming Cui and handed it to her.

Mama Chang took Zhaoyun's hand, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "After all, the slave maid is still an old man in the palace, and the queen mother is not too harsh." It's just that the queen has been using the Buddhist shrine to detain the slave maid in Changning Palace, and the slave maid is afraid that the princess will conflict with the queen and hurt the peace. The princess handled it very well this time, and she was really impressed by Shibei for three days. My little princess has really grown up. ”

Zhaoyun buried his face in the crook of Mama Chang's arm, and after calming down, he raised his little face and pretended to be angry: "I don't want to be Wuxia Ameng." Mama, I'm grown up, and you don't need to worry about me as much as you used to. I haven't seen you for a few days, and the shadow under your eyes has worsened, and after a few days of hard work, you should hurry up and rest. ”

Outside the window, the snow was already beginning to melt, although it was a little colder than the previous two days, but listening to the sound of snow water flowing down from the ridge of the roof, there was a hint of joy.

In the blink of an eye, most of the national mourning has passed.

When the emperor was still alive, Zhaoyun liked the New Year the most. Every time it was approaching the end of the year, Zhaoyun would pull Ming Cui to sneak out of the palace while those palace people were busy.

She likes to listen to the shouts of the various vendors on the street, to observe the various pedestrians in the crowd, and to the various knick-knacks sold by the vendors, but now she does not have that joyful mood.

Because she already knows her next fate, God has sent her back to the time when she was fourteen years old, and perhaps when time keeps turning the gears of fate, there will be variables in the dark......

When the snow has completely melted and everything is revealed, the palace suddenly becomes lively again.

And Zhaoyun Palace is no exception.

The little eunuch in the palace hung a red lantern painted with gold powder on it every few steps on the beam of the corridor and the summer hug, which looked particularly festive.

Ming Cui cut Chang Mama so that the Wufu window flowers were plastered all over the window lattice, and also led the little girls to clean up and down the palace, saying that this would sweep away the bad luck of the year.

Zhaoyun put the last stroke on the rice paper in front of the case, and when he looked up, he saw Mingcui commanding the little girls to work outside the house, and the corners of his mouth were curled unconsciously.

The cold wind passed through the half-open window in front of the desk, blowing up the corner of the paper on the desk that had not yet dried up, but there was only one word written on it: Wait. The pen is not like a woman's handwriting at all, the pen is unrestrained, but the body is continuous.

"The princess's handwriting is getting better and better."

Ming Cui saw the words on the case and praised it sincerely, but asked puzzledly: "Is the princess waiting for anyone?"

Zhaoyun didn't answer, and put the brush in his hand on the inkstone.

"Mingcui, if one day I am no longer a princess, without my current identity and status, are you willing to follow me again?"

"I'll go wherever the princess goes," the little girl said without hesitation. "It is precisely because of the princess that I will not starve to death on the streets, it is the princess who does not dislike me for being a little beggar, gives me a bun, and takes me into the palace to be a palace maid. The princess is not only a princess, but also my savior. ”

Mingcui still clearly remembers that it was extremely cold that day, and it seemed that he could turn into ice.

She was dressed in a ragged ripped garment and was looking for a vendor to ask for a hot bun because she was so hungry. But before he could speak, he was driven away by the stall owner.

Disheartened, she huddled in a corner, and everything in front of her seemed to her to be a ghost. She felt like she was going to die.

It was then that she saw a little girl about her age standing in front of her, handing her a steaming bun.

She trembled and stretched out her dirty hands covered with dust to pick it up, but the little girl carefully wiped the dust off her hands with a handkerchief, and told her that if she did not wipe her dirty hands, she would get sick if she ate.

She devoured the somewhat dry bun. At that time, I felt that the girl in front of me was like a fairy who had come to save her, and steamed buns were the most delicious thing in the world.

The little girl also asked her if she would like to go into the palace with her to be a palace maid, promising that she would never go hungry again.

And then she knew that the girl in front of her, who was the same age as her and looked like a fairy, was the princess of Yun Qiguo.

It wasn't until later that she followed into the palace and became a palace maid beside the princess.

Zhaoyun later learns that Mingcui was sold to traffickers by her parents, and she sneaked away while those people were not looking, wanting to go home but unable to do so.

Although she knew Ming Cui's answer from the beginning, she didn't hesitate to say it. Zhaoyun seemed to have a hot current in his heart, feeling that this winter day was no longer so cold.

They still have time, and maybe things have room to maneuver.

The Spring Festival came quietly, and the court became lively.

The emperor held a banquet and feasted princes, ministers and family members. On such an occasion, Zhaoyun, as the princess of a country, must be present.

It was just dawn, and Zhaoyun was dug out of the warm bedding by Mama Chang early. After washing up in a daze, he was waited by Mingcui and a few girls to change into court clothes.

The skirt is made of red satin, and the bottom is made of stone blue dragon makeup satin, all of which are folded on the front, and the skirt is embroidered with a piece of gold and a blue bird.

Thousands of black silk were held high, and a red agate was inserted obliquely. The hairpin tail hangs down with a thin golden tassel, which looks good in the sunlight.

Zhaoyun looked at the dignified and elegant woman reflected in the bronze mirror, the corners of her lips curved, and the corners of the lips of the woman in the mirror also curved with the same beautiful arc.

God has the virtue of a good life, let her live another life, she will definitely live up to God's good intentions.

When Zhaoyun arrived at the Zhaoling Palace, the hall was already full of clothes and shadows, and the rings were dingdong.

As soon as Zhaoyun stepped into the hall, many of the ministers' ladies noticed her. She calmly accepted the curtsy of the ladies and bowed her head one by one.

"Look, isn't this the sister Zhaoyun I haven't seen for a long time."

A young woman dressed in full costume walked out of a group of high-ranking ladies who surrounded her and greeted her, and raised her chin slightly to look at Zhaoyun, who had just entered the hall.

"I've seen Princess An Zhi." Zhaoyun bowed sideways to her.

An Zhi is the biological daughter of the current Empress Dowager and the twin sister of the emperor of the current dynasty.

Zhaoyun has always dealt with her very much, and as soon as the two met in their previous lives, they were on the tip of the needle.

It was the first time she had seen her titular sister since she was reborn.

In her previous life, this so-called sister didn't stumble on her, but now she is no longer the original one.

"I haven't seen my sister for a long time, and my sister really hasn't changed much."

An Zhi cocked her little thumb, twisted the embroidered silk silk to cover her mouth and said with a smile, as if she thought of something funny.

After speaking, he walked to Zhaoyun's side, leaned in slightly and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You are becoming more and more petty." Princess Zhaoyun, who was once favored by her father, has long been a thing of the past, and now, I am the most noble princess of Yunqi Kingdom. ”

Zhaoyun raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Princess An Zhi, what you said is right."

He leaned into her ear and whispered, "However, don't forget that the higher you stand, the worse you fall." Feng Shui takes turns, and no one is more noble than the other. ”

"You..." An Zhi was so shocked that she stepped back twice, her apricot eyes widened, as if she was meeting this sister for the first time.

Didn't Zhaoyun get angry when he was provoked?

At this time, Zhaoyun saw a familiar figure sitting in the Champs from a distance, so he stopped talking to An Zhi, turned around and walked towards the Champs.

"Sister Praruo, I knew you would come."

The young woman who was sitting on the yellow flower chair and knocking on the melon seeds raised her head and looked at Zhaoyun's melon seeds, and her face was full of joy.

She threw the melon seeds in her hand into the crystal plate on the table beside her, stood up and pressed Zhaoyun's shoulder to let her sit on the yellow flower chair she was sitting on.

"Zhaoyun, you have suffered." As she spoke, she grabbed a large handful of melon seeds and put them in Zhaoyun's hand.

"I can't stand it after I've only been in this palace for a while, and you still have to stay with these vain and wronged people every day." After speaking, he sighed exaggeratedly.

Zhaoyun couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. Seeing this former best friend again in this life, his eyes were a little moist.

In her previous life, since she got married, she has never seen her again, and now she is goodbye, as if she is in another life.

"You don't think I have to cry, or is someone bullying you?"

Catching a glimpse of Zhaoyun's moist eyelashes, Praruo was a little helpless and wanted to wipe the handkerchief in her hand for her.

Zhaoyun reached out and took the handkerchief and nodded the corner of his eye.

"It's just that I haven't seen you for a long time, and goodbye is like a dream, and I feel a little touched. Who misses you anymore? I'm not ashamed. ”

When her father was still alive, she disguised herself and quietly slipped out of the palace with Mingcui to play, and quarreled with the girl who grabbed the candy man with her for a phoenix-shaped sugar man.

But then she was entangled by a ruffian on the road, and she met her by chance, and she rescued her.

Since then, the two have long forgotten the unhappiness of competing for candy people, and she realized that Praruo turned out to be the pearl of General Yu's palm.

And Praruo also knew that the beautiful little girl in front of her who was competing with her for the candy man turned out to be the emperor's favorite little princess Zhaoyun.

At the beginning of the feast, the young new emperor sat high in the south, left and east, right and west, and the people of the clan sat in order according to their ranks. Left, west, right, east, courtiers sat down with their daughters according to their official positions. Since Zhaoyun was sealed from the first product, and An Zhi was sealed with the first product, Zhaoyun's banquet was naturally arranged next to An Zhi.

"Spring Shaojie, as soon as the New Year begins, all the best. Now that everything is in ruins, I have ordered everything to be simple and happy with the people. Sincerity is the blessing of the world's public, not a family of selfishness, only wish the five grains abundant, the people work in peace and contentment, the dust of the border forever, harmony and auspiciousness, and a good year for Rui. ”

After the new emperor's New Year's speech, he raised his hand to signal the eunuch who was waiting beside him.

"Food~"

The eunuch shouted at the top of his throat, and the echo instantly resounded throughout the entire Zhaoling Palace.

Suddenly, the palace maids carrying all kinds of banquet utensils and wine cups rushed in and handed them to the feast in turn.

Eight treasure-shaped and square, cloud-shaped utensils reflect a variety of agar swallow vegetables, bear's paw steaked beef tendon, royal pen monkey head, roasted tail carp and other famous dishes, Zhaoyun just wants to laugh.

I thought that this was all simple, if I didn't follow the simplicity, how extravagant would it be.

For a time, the light singing and dancing, the sound of silk and bamboo was endless, the banquet was staggered, and the princely ministers pushed the cup to change the lamp, and they were happy.

However, in Zhaoyun's view, they are just perfunctory greetings with each other, and singing and dancing are not fake, which is indeed something that is not uncommon in the palace.

In such a scene, Zhaoyun unconsciously remembered an interesting poem he had read.

When it comes to playing, the first feast of the guest is gentle and respectful. It is not drunk and dignified. It is said that it is drunk and stopped, and it is majestic. Abandon its sitting, and dance immortals repeatedly. It is not drunk, and it is majestic and suppressed. It is said that he is drunk and dignified. It is said that he is drunk, and he does not know his rank.

Zhaoyun and the bored Panruo who was looking at her on the other side looked at each other and smiled, and under the gesture of their eyes, the two of them raised the glass wine bottle and drank the wine in the glass. While watching the song and dance boringly, he occasionally dealt with a few provocative words from An Zhi.

After the three rounds of banquet wine, there were really many court ministers and princes and nobles who were already drunk, but fortunately, because the emperor was still present, there was no big scandal.