Chapter Seventy-Two: Evening Photos
A warm halo of light emanated from the sky, blowing through the gentle wind.
Wan Zhao only smiled at him.
"It's not too early, it's time for me to go."
"Gone so soon?"
Pei Xu couldn't stay here longer, otherwise he would definitely be beaten to death as a thief. "I've been there for almost half an hour, and of course I'm leaving."
"Hmm."
"Oh, by the way, say hello to your brother on my behalf, and ask him not to bring me pastries in the future." He smiled slyly.
He still remembers the allusion to the glutinous rice cake, and it seems that he really doesn't want to hear those words anymore.
"Do you remember the crystal dragon and phoenix cake?"
"Not this." Pei Xu's smile deepened, "I think you know what's going on?" Went first. β
Feng Zhan? Yun Zhao didn't know much about it. Feng Zhan has the temper of a rich boy, and he is a habitual man, but fortunately, he has also read books and knows some etiquette, so he will not mess around easily. Pei Xu has something to say, what is he referring to?
Without waiting for Yun Zhao to say goodbye to him, Pei Xu left.
"Hey!" She could only look at his back as he walked farther and farther away.
Yun Zhao sat in the water pavilion, and the wind was getting cooler. In the afterglow of the golden light, the scene is exceptionally warm.
This sunset, I don't know how many joys and sorrows I have seen in the world. It is older than the hundred-year-old Yiyuan, and older than the Han family, which has been rooted in the Central Plains for hundreds of years. It was an evening photo that had gone through countless withered glory.
"The girl made it easy for me to find."
It's Linlang's voice!
Yun Zhao smiled faintly: "Sister Linlang, why did you come in person?" β
"The old lady wanted to have dinner with the girl, but unfortunately I arrived at Shujing Courtyard, but Xianglan said that you went out, so I went shopping, and finally found you here." Linlang said gently.
"I came to enjoy the lotus, and I sat here for an afternoon."
"Go back and change your clothes, and see the old lady again."
Yun Zhao changed into a smoke skirt and was about to leave. As soon as she pushed the door, she saw that the maids of Shujingyuan were lazy one by one, and their faces were depressed, as if someone had treated them badly.
She whispered to Xianglan, "What's wrong with them?" β
"Lai Du's daughter-in-law took it upon herself to deduct their monthly money, and they were not happy in their hearts."
When Yun Zhao heard this, he suddenly felt uncomfortable. Lai Du's daughter-in-law is from the house, and she shouldn't have reached out to manage Yiyuan, it must have been Mrs. Zhou who instructed her to act.
"Why did she intercept Yiyuan's monthly money?"
"Yes, there is a shortage of money in the house for Lang."
Feng Zhan spends money lavishly, and he can hollow out a mountain of gold. Yiyuan's money will have to be squandered by him in a few days.
"Hey, my brother, is he still short of this money?"
"Don't be angry, girl, it's just a momentary emergency."
Although Xianglan was dissatisfied with Lai Du's daughter-in-law's approach, she still focused on the overall situation.
"Give them my own money, and give them more, as if it were my reward."
The maidens have prepared their dishes and are waiting for their meal.
When the old lady saw them coming, she said, "Come quickly." β
"Grandmother."
The old lady hugged her affectionately, "Yunu, what have you learned from school these days?" β
"It's nothing more than a female red, Lin Niangzi is much better than before when she learns from me."
"I've asked about my homework, and I'm getting more and more outstanding."
The old lady loves her granddaughter on weekdays, but she never dotes on her, and sometimes she disciplines her more harshly than Mrs. Zhou. In her homework, she was not allowed to learn from Feng Zhan, she studied for one day and had a nine-day vacation. Unless I'm sick, I have to go to school every day.
"The matter of the invitation is also settled, and it won't be long before your good days come."
As soon as these words came out, they were sad.
"Grandmother, I want to spend more time with you."
The old lady smiled, "But you are going to be in the Pei family after all, and the Pei Sheren seem to be in a hurry." β
Wan Zhao smiled suddenly.
"Let's eat, there is your favorite breeze rice today."
Chang Ning/Zhong Xixian: Formerly known as Zhong Xitian, Zhong Xixian (Saint Xitian)
A penny is hard to beat a hero! Zhong Changning was sad because his family was poor and couldn't open the pot, so he gave up the idea of studying to gain fame and decided to enter the palace.
A native of Jiangnan, his ancestral home is Shanxi, and he is a fellow countryman with the eunuch Chang Yingguang.
He is proficient in pipa, piano, flute, etc., and is an all-rounder in music, and can also opera.
Good at calligraphy, painting, can write with both hands.
Later, he studied the gold stone diligently and made friends with foreigners.
Reading in the inner study hall - the eunuch who writes - the clerk who manages the clerk's room (encounters the heroine, life is disappointed) - the eunuch who writes - the eunuch who prints the palm print - tells the old man to return to his hometown (the king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die, so he commits suicide)
Good elegance, not pretentious, although will be a score, but generally modest. Understand the general situation and understand the changes.
Halfway I met the inner minister, the eunuch of the celebrant and the pen, Chang Yingguang. It was a hit at first sight. Godfather godson.
Very charismatic, good-tempered, mild-mannered, kind and helpful.
I am very cold to people I don't know, and I feel so warm after I know them
Greedy for money, but not dirty money, will do business, seek a lot of wealth. Do business with fellow Shanxi folks!
Harm others for one's own selfish desires.
Gain power and grasp power.
Cunning, good at saying black as white and white as black.
Knowledgeable, politically savvy, and supportive of Sun Zhaohe's reforms (see Zhang Juzheng)
Lustful, married two aunts. But I'd rather marry a singer than a palace maid. (See the fate of those eunuchs and palace maids)
- Vicious to the enemy. Good to friends. After being betrayed, he can still deal with it calmly.
I like children and bring up the little emperor
I have hazy feelings for the heroine who is a concubine.,Even have an impulse.γ But it has always been pressed in my heart.
Tucao palace "four unreliable", that is, the Hanlin Academy article, the arsenal of knives and guns, Guanglu Temple tea soup, Tai Hospital prescription.
heroine
Xu Yanyuan: The daughter of Xu Xiucai, she has a beautiful appearance, a delicate jade face, and a soft personality. I don't love the emperor, I love Changning deeply. Even if he knew that Chang Ning was a eunuch, he loved it to death.
At the beginning, he was a servant - a lady - a concubine (separated from the emperor) - a concubine - a concubine - the queen mother
γWaiterγ
Drafted into the palace, and stood out by virtue of the appearance of the selection of the waiter, innocent and innocent, yearning for true love.
After entering the palace, he was motivated, worked hard to learn various skills, and learned singing and dancing, but he failed to attract the attention of the emperor. (was intercepted halfway) lived in the same palace with Concubine Ning, and was treated coldly by Concubine Ning.
When serving Concubine Ning, she secretly resolved to become a person who surpassed Concubine Ning.
Good character and good at self-preservation.
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In winter, make a tiger tie for the emperor's puppy. (fruitless, and disgusted by the tiger to do not look good)
Influenced by Chang Ning, studying cooking skills, the effect is not good, but Chang Ning said that the taste is not bad. (Arouses the favor of the emperor)
I don't like to be a eunuch who is businesslike and has a cold face, but I like to complain with him that the cooking in Guanglu Temple is unpalatable. I like to eat the food cooked by Changning.
The queen mother of the two palaces is respected
Estimate:
Total words: 1,200,000 (conservative estimate, TBD)
Six volumes: 200,000 words each.
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