"There are a few people in the harem who are well-off, and if others want to survive in this harem, they have to huddle together to keep warm." Sheng Mingxiu's expression was unappreciative, obviously he was already accustomed to this kind of thing.

There are not many people in the palace who can rely on her, and there are many people who have come to her in the past, although she doesn't like to participate in these disputes in the harem, it doesn't mean that she has no one at hand.

Concubine Mei came to seek her refuge, which she expected, but she didn't want to deal with her too much.

"But I always find it a little strange." Sheng Mingzhu thought for a while and said: "Concubine Yan is the biological mother of the prince, and I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at her in the harem, how can she do something to reprimand and humiliate other concubines in public, and I am really not afraid that others will sue the saint and affect the reputation of His Royal Highness the Prince?" ”

"And now the Yan family is no longer the original Yan family, there is His Royal Highness the King of Chu in front of the crown prince, and there is King Xin fighting in the dark, and the status is not as stable as before, how arrogant and high-profile is the confidence of Concubine Yan?"

Sheng Mingzhu is not familiar with them, I don't know their respective qualities, but after thinking about it, I always feel a little strange, Yan Guifei can be favored for a long time, in addition to her own beauty, there should be a lot of scheming methods, how can she do such a thing for herself and the prince?

Could there be anything else strange in it?

"You are not in the palace, I don't know her, she is only gentle and petty in front of the saint, others can not think of her a good look, let alone Concubine Mei, the person who climbed the bed with her on her back, for so long, she didn't tear her, and Concubine Mei has the means, if you change others, I'm afraid that there will be no bones for a long time, don't think about it, how do you feel that you come here this time, you are always worried, isn't there something to hide from me?" Sheng Mingxiu stared at her and said suspiciously?

"Wasn't it scared before? I always feel that there are man-eating ghosts hidden everywhere in this harem, and if you are not careful, you will be gnawed to the point that you will lose your bones. ”

"How can you say that it is so terrible, don't scare yourself."

Sheng Mingzhu grinned, and then sighed in frustration, she didn't know the situation in the harem, and if she wanted to help Sheng Mingxiu, she couldn't do it, so she could only keep worrying.

In a few days, she will go back, and I just hope that Sister Ah is in the palace and everything is fine.

Sheng Mingzhu accompanied Sheng Mingxiu in the palace until the end of the year, and then returned to the Guogong Mansion.

The day of removing the old and welcoming the new year is always lively, whether it is ordinary people or palace nobles, every family guards their relatives, reunites, laughs and laughs, and there is no need to express it.

The night sky is dazzling, the fireworks are brilliant, and it is a peaceful and prosperous world when you look at it from afar.

It's just that the bustle of the side can't be transmitted to this small courtyard here.

Mu Changqing stood in the courtyard, tilting his head, looking at the fireworks that lit up and extinguished in the distance, and the fleeting light and shadow left a lonely black shadow on him.

The courtyard was deserted, and the huge mansion was dark and dead silent except for some lights in the courtyard on his side.

There was a faint joyful noise in the distance, and it became more and more cold and silent in the house.

Once here, there was also lively and joyful, there were fathers, mothers, childish brothers, loving grandfathers and grandmothers, the family had a lively Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, the servants scattered red envelopes, scattered themselves to have fun, they guarded more sounds, said witty words and blessings, waiting for the arrival of the new year.

It's just that none of that is going to happen anymore.

With a faint sigh, disappearing in the boundless black silence, Mu Changqing turned around and returned to the house, and his handsome face returned to coldness, only a trace of nostalgia was revealed in his eyes.

This courtyard is where he once lived, the place where he carried all his happy memories, but now it looks desolate and desolate because no one has cleaned and repaired it for a long time.

There was a thud where I landed, and it seemed to kick something.

Mu Changqing stopped, lowered his head, bent over, and picked up the ceramic pig that was kicked by his feet, and half of his body was broken off with dust, hidden in his mind, as if he was about to forget the memory, roaring, Mu Changqing stared at the little thing in his hand, and the corner of his cold and thin mouth was slightly hooked.

Back then, when I was young, I didn't do anything, I took this ceramic pig, and made the little girl of the Sheng family cry several times, now that I think about it, I am really naughty, and I also lose that girl is young and doesn't remember, otherwise I will definitely hate him to death, and now I won't give him a good face anyway.

"Childe, put it down, I haven't had time to wipe that thing yet?" Matsuko was holding a rag in his hand, and he was busy.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, on a whim, his son wanted to bring him here to observe the New Year, and he didn't say anything in advance, he cleaned up for a long time before he cleaned up a place where people could sit.

"Childe, are you sure you want to keep the New Year here? There's no bed to sleep in. Songzi made a bitter face, looked at the courtyard, the surroundings were quiet, there was no sound, the outside was dark patches, just now I touched the black, drew some water, and finally wiped out the clean tables and chairs.

Mu Changqing glanced at him, brought the wine he had just brought and put it on the table.

"Don't be busy, come over and have a drink."

"Childe, do you want to drink with me? I don't have that ability, it's not that you don't know, I can't drink at all, I'm drunk, and I can't say that I want you to carry it back later. ”。

Matsuko frowned and refused.