Empress Dowager Yang's heart was depressed, but she couldn't talk about it for a while.

Yang Jincheng looked at his sister sitting on the phoenix couch, Empress Dowager Yang was a navy green tuanhua gown, the green silk was pulled up, a fingernail-sized emerald was inlaid on the forehead, and the nail cover on the hand was also inlaid with emeralds, and the dark green was matched with the navy blue tuanhua gown on the Empress Dowager Yang, which made Yang Jincheng have a moment of trance.

Grandmother Mrs. Meng Jun Ping Suri also likes to dress up like this.

His sister, on the other hand, is only a teenager.

The brother and sister sat for a long time, and Yang Jincheng got up to say goodbye.

Seeing Yang Jincheng away, Empress Dowager Yang looked around, and the tables and chairs in Kunxiu Palace were all arranged by her personally. There is no jewel of Chaoyang Palace, but it is quaint and dignified, and it is more graceful.

Empress Dowager Yang finally exhaled a long breath of turbidity.

This is her palace, her palace, and outside the palace is her country and her people.

Yes, this is hers, she bought it with her youth and blood, no one can take it away, Empress Dowager Mao can't take it, and Emperor Chongwen, who doesn't know if it's dead or alive, can't take it away, as for the little emperor...... Then let him be the second Chongwen Emperor.

Empress Dowager Yang put one hand into the sleeve of the other hand, caressing the scars on her arm, and her heart finally calmed down.

Coming out of the palace, Yang Jincheng looked up at the sky, the sky was overcast, holding the snow.

Yang Jincheng disliked entering the palace more and more.

In the past year or two, every time he enters the palace, he will feel depressed.

Walking out of Gongqian Street, the carriage turned onto the lively Changxing Street. During the national mourning, although it is the end of the year, the streets are not as jubilant as they were at this time of the year.

Despite this, outside the Silver House and the Silk Village, you can still see women wearing plain cloaks walking in groups.

These women are all as verdant as Empress Dowager Yang.

They rejoiced over a hairpin and a piece of clothing, and were worried about embroidering peonies or peonies on the handkerchief, and they were chattering together, talking about nothing more than the fragrant powder of this family's rouge and that family.

Yang Jincheng sighed and asked the entourage beside him: "Does Fang Jiwei still live in Guanqian Building?" ”

The attendant said: "He still lives there, but ......"

"Just what?" Yang Jincheng asked.

"It's just that the concubine next to him is not very peaceful, and the concubine who called Huqin quietly got along with the violinist who lived in the inn, rolled up Mr. Fang's silver, and eloped with the violinist."

"Oh, how much silver did you roll?" Yang Jincheng became interested.

"I don't know how much silver is small, but Mr. Fang's previous three meals a day were given by Tianxianglou, and now it has been changed to a small restaurant near Guanqian Building, according to the guys in the small restaurant, Mr. Fang only needs one meat, two vegetables and three dishes each time, plus more than a dozen steamed buns."

Yang Jincheng smiled and said, "It seems that the concubine took away a lot of silver." ”

The entourage also smiled and said, "I heard that the Zuo family is rich and rivals the country, and Mr. Fang should get a lot of benefits from the third son of Zuo." ”

Yang Jincheng said: "Since this is the case, then let's take a look." ”

At this time, the carriage had already reached the door of the Guanqian Building, and the attendant waved his hand and continued to walk forward with the handlebar.

On the second floor of the Guanqian Building, the waiter lowered the curtains and said to Mr. Fang, who was sitting on the bed reading a book: "Sir, Mr. Yang's carriage has not stopped, are you not in a hurry?" ”

Mr. Fang was still reading, and said casually: "I am neither a handlebar type, nor a horse pulling a cart, Yang Dagongzi's carriage can't stop, what does it have to do with me?" ”

The waiter sat down next to Mr. Fang, snatched the book in his hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "You have been in the capital for a while, and you haven't even been to the door of the Yang family. ”

Mr. Fang was not angry when he saw that the book in his hand was snatched away, so he simply stood up and said: "The Governor of the Metropolitan is far away in Yanbei, and if I want to explain to him, I can only write a letter, thousands of miles away, this letter will take a month or two to come and go, and at that time, maybe I will already be the guest of the eldest prince of Yang." ”

The waiter glanced at him, this person really dared to think, like him, he didn't do anything in the capital, and he even wanted to be Yang Jincheng's guest?

I knew that it was an embroidered pillow, and she said that she would not commit to him.

At this time, the painting came in from outside like the wind blowing willows, with an excited face: "Tomorrow the emperor will worship the heavens in the Great Xiangguo Temple, and the sixty-year-old people in the homes of Beijing officials can go to the Great Xiangguo Temple to watch the ceremony." ”

The waiter is the most unsightly to see this childish appearance in the painting, born in the grass stage opera troupe, wearing a silk Luo or a pheasant.

"This matter of inviting the elders to go to the Great Xiangguo Temple to observe the ceremony, as early as six years ago, the Empress Dowager did it, what is the fuss." The waiter said disdainfully.

Still smiling when he entered the painting, he said: "What my sister said is the time when the porridge pot cracked." ”

Six years ago, during the Laba Festival, the cauldron for cooking Laba porridge cracked in front of everyone's eyes.

At that time, there were officials, nobles, monks, and more elders from the people.

So this matter soon spread out of the capital and spread all over the world.

Everyone said that it was the Empress Dowager's evil deeds that angered the Bodhisattva.

But things in this world are like this, whether they are good or bad, they will be forgotten after a long time.

The servant just forgot.

As soon as she heard the painting, she remembered that the words seemed to be sarcastic to her, and she snorted coldly, don't turn her face, and don't look at the painting.

Mr. Fang, who was sitting on the bed, coughed lightly and said, "It's a pity that I'm too young to enter the temple to watch the ceremony." ”

He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and chuckled, and said, "Sir, you are in your thirties, so don't put vegetable leaves on your face to pretend to be young." ”

This time, even the waiter was amused, and the words spoken by this pheasant were always so vulgar.

She walked to the side of the bed, sat on it with her legs raised, sat cross-legged, and sat for a while, she said: "When I was in Yanbei before, there was a godbrother, and he said a word, that is, if there is excitement, you don't watch, that is a bastard." ”

The waiter pouted: "Do you still have a godbrother?" Is it the teapot in your second road or the idle gang in Yanbei City? ”

Ignoring her, he turned his head to Mr. Fang and said, "Sir, let's go see the excitement tomorrow, right?" ”

"Okay, have you figured out how to get in?" Mr. Fang asked.

"I think about it, but I can't take them with me, anyway, Sister Shishu, a beauty born in Yangzhou with a thin horse, doesn't bother to join in this kind of fun."

"You ......" The waiter glared at the painting hatefully, and did not say the following words, this kind of excitement is really not uncommon for her.

He reached out to Mr. Fang and said with a smile: "Sir, let's go outside and see, is there any way to see the excitement." ”

Mr. Fang seemed to be really interested, and actually walked out with the painting, and the servant snorted coldly, wanting to go with him, but remembering the villain's proud face in the painting, he sat still and didn't move.

Walking on the stairs, Mr. Fang pulled his hand out of the crook of the arm into the painting and asked, "Who is your godbrother?" ”

"Keyi'er, besides him, who else deserves to be my godbrother." Irito said triumphantly.