In a few days, it was the winter solstice festival.

The whole palace is busy with this matter, and they haven't had a good winter solstice festival in the past few years, and it is very disrespectful to think about it.

In the past few years, it has been either this disease or that disaster, and coupled with the repeated wars, this year it has finally stopped.

I had been preparing for a long time, but when the woman from Baizhi Province came, she was arrogant and accused the chief manager of making improper arrangements, and many things changed their appearance and started again.

This time, everyone is even busier.

The rare tranquility of Bixiao Palace in the past few days, with the excuse that the little prince was recuperating and no one was allowed to visit, Hengying was obsessed with the study of that painting.

Although she has already understood that this painting is a key, how to connect time and space is a big problem.

If it is really done, it will be more than just a simple matter of sending Yuxi's mother and son out of the palace.

She can do more, if she can connect with Damati, then Xiaoyi's life may be stretched longer......

Even, if Ruoshui encounters too many problems, she can pick them up.

This tremendous pressure made her think that painting was the only way out.

But because of the stakes, she didn't dare to try it easily.

She found a lot of relevant classics, and even went back to Langhuan Pavilion for a special trip, but the more she confirmed each other, the more she found that this so-called space-time connector was a fallacy and could not be believed.

Nowhere was there, she whispered to herself, "Can there really be such a thing?" ”

Zhong Yi silently accompanied her on the side, "Hengying, don't worry, even if you can't find it, it's okay, I'm already very satisfied that I can come back to see you."

As long as Chang Hongjian is still in Damati, then I can still accompany you. ”

Heng Ying nodded silently, "However, Ruoshui always has to come back, presumably, she is already speeding up."

When the time comes, what will you do?

I don't want to watch you disappear. ”

The small orange bubble was gently and delicately suspended in Hengying's ears, like the murmur between lovers.

"Fool, I've always been in your heart, wouldn't it be fine."

Although sad, Hengying still knows that everything is irreversible.

Perhaps, no matter how hard you try, after all, this law will be elusive, and you are struggling to maintain it, so how can you talk about other extravagant hopes?

She tried to squeeze out a smile, "When I'm done with this place, let's go to Damati together."

Perhaps, there will be a different life there. ”

The orange bubble didn't say anything, I don't know if he knew that there was no future at all, or if he knew that the so-called different life would not be different.

When the winter solstice ceremony arrived, Heng Ying still didn't have any clues.

After that night, the little prince started to get hot, touched his forehead, and always cried, refusing to eat milk.

That night, the nurse asked the grandmother to pass it on, but the grandmothers were all arguing, and no one could care about asking the doctor.

On the second day, the palace maid in charge heard the little prince crying and came to ask, only to see that the nurse's eyes were swollen when she cried.

hurriedly went to report to Concubine Yun, saying that the little prince was frightened by the wind and was feverish.

Heng Ying didn't go over to look at it, so he just asked the imperial doctor to hurry up, and then beat those old ladies in the courtyard for twenty boards.

When the others saw it, they were inevitably frightened, and for a while, no one dared to pay attention to the little prince's affairs, and they all began to serve cautiously.

On the day of the winter solstice, the little prince was already well, and the nurse took it out, and she already looked very energetic.

The winter solstice ceremony is a major event for the royal family, and now His Majesty has only this one prince, who always has to go out and show his face, so as to show the sincerity of the royal family.

But the nurse didn't know the severity, so she cried and knelt outside Concubine Yun's Qingxin Hall for two hours, hoping to save the little prince from going to the winter solstice sacrifice.

Heng Ying was also annoyed, but the rules of the ancestors were there, not to mention that the little prince was already very good, and there was no reason not to appear.

All the officials are waiting, and the clan relatives are also watching, finally there is such a good opportunity for everyone to witness the follow-up of the Hongyin Dynasty and continue to prosper, how can they mess it up in their own hands.

The nurse saw that it was useless to cry and beg, so she had to go back in a huff.

On the day of the winter solstice, everyone got up early in the morning, and no one dared to neglect what a big event it was.

Even though Hengying felt tired, he still got up early and carefully traced his eyebrows and eyes according to the rules.

Not to mention others, some of them began to pick out clothes in the middle of the night.

finally had a chance to show their faces in front of the emperor, and those low-level concubines didn't have a chance to watch the ceremony.

Concubine De is still grounded, but it saves this trouble.

Since the little prince took him to Bixiao Palace, Yuxi's heart has temporarily settled down.

Although the child is not with him, it is the same with his cousin.

But she was still having a hard time that day, always inquiring about the news outside.

Concubine De was grounded, but the others didn't.

The chief manager also turned a blind eye, and since a few days ago, the palace people have still come and gone, passing on all kinds of news.

Just as I was about to clean up the breakfast I had eaten, a little palace maid came in a panic

"Concubine De, Concubine De, something is wrong."

This tone, this scene is exactly the same as when Mama Song came a few days ago.

Yu Xi's heart was flustered, originally in the past few days, Xiao Mo has been reading to her the inner transmission of the heart method of the Halal people every day, and she has calmed down a lot, and even she is still extravagant, I can't say that in a few days, she will be able to understand one of the stars.

But this little palace maid just said a few words, and her heart couldn't stop beating.

If you want to cultivate to your cousin's favor, I'm afraid it's hopeless in this life.

Yu Xi covered her chest with her hands and asked in a tight voice, "What's going on again?" Is the little prince uncomfortable again? ”

The palace maid ran in a hurry all the way, and this time she gasped and said: "Concubine De Niangniang, the little prince has been getting better, but when he saw the blood at the winter solstice ceremony, he was frightened and cried, and this time he said that it was hot again."

Several imperial doctors were around, helpless. ”

"How so? How so?

Okay, why should I let my son go to see any blood? ”

The little palace maid didn't know how to reply for a while, "Niangniang, I also heard about it, it seems to be, it seems to be ......"

"I usually see that you speak very neatly, why do you stumble like this."

The little palace maid looked around and saw that there was no one, walked up two steps again, covered half of her mouth with her hand, and then said: "Niangniang, it's not the demon girl who knots the Qi Pavilion, I have to use the blood of the little prince's feet to sacrifice."

It was still Concubine Yun Niangniang who persuaded her, but the captives brought back from Baizhi Province were not so good, and they were directly beheaded on the sacrificial platform. ”