After eating, Qingcheng stood under the porch and watched the palace people pile up snow, seeing them talking and laughing, and his heart gradually became a little more comfortable. Hai'an took the copper stove, wrapped it in a beeswax yellow folded branch cotton cover, and handed it to Qingcheng's arms. She said, "The master will stand for a while and then go into the house, it's cold outside." Qingcheng pursed her lips and smiled, like a red plum blooming in the snow, smiled brightly, and said, "You also play with them, don't just care about me." ”

Hai'an thought for a moment and said, "Do you want to try it?" ”

She saw that Qingcheng had been sullen lately, and her meals were not good, so she wanted to amuse her. Qingcheng's expression showed a look of yearning, fleeting, and finally said lightly: "Forget it, let people see it, just say that I don't have rules." After saying that, he felt even more irritable, so he turned back and went into the house.

When it was time to hold the lamp, the green orange had not yet eaten, Hai An was anxious, and personally brought a bowl of red bean stalk rice porridge forward, and comforted: "Master, eat some porridge, the slave and maid personally boiled it, and it was stewed very badly." ”

Qingcheng leaned sideways on the kang, did not move, and said in a low voice: "I'm not hungry." ”

Hai'an put the food plate on the big case and asked quietly: "Is the master worried about the emperor?" ”

Qingcheng didn't reply, still tilting inward, half silent.

Hai An said again: "Since the master is worried about the emperor, why don't you go to the Heart Cultivation Palace to ask for peace?" She saw Qingcheng's body wrapped in a silk quilt tremble slightly, and said with a smile: "Perhaps, the emperor is waiting for you to visit." ”

Qingcheng sat up from the quilt, Hai An hurriedly picked up the dark blue coat and draped it on her shoulders, and said, "The master has drunk porridge, why don't you go to the Heart Cultivation Palace." ”

Qingcheng was still stunned, and said for a long time: "Hai'an." ”

Hai An answered, stood quietly, and listened to her.

Qingcheng said again: "You say, does the emperor really like me?" ”

Hai'an paused for a moment, his heart was confused, but he still smiled on his face: "That's natural, if the emperor doesn't like the master, he won't be promoted to the master's rank, and he won't let the master live alone in such a big palace." ”

Qingcheng shook his face, seemed to shake his head, and seemed to nod his head. Her brows condensed, recalling all the things that the emperor treated her in the past, and thinking that he didn't even look at herself in Changchun Palace today, she only felt a chill in her heart, sad and uneasy.

Reluctantly used half a bowl of porridge, washed it again, and Qingcheng took a sedan chair to the Yangxin Palace to ask for peace. The sky was dark, there was a slight snow, Wu Shulai happened to come out of the Xinuan Pavilion, looked at it from a distance, and saw a few palace lamps walking in front of the palace, so he waited. He thought it was a concubine or a noble concubine, except for the two concubines, who would have nothing to do to raise the heart hall, and the others would never dare to call them out.

When I got closer, I realized that it was the honorific sedan chair of the nobles. According to the courtesy, he stepped forward and said, "Your noble person is auspicious." ”

Qingcheng never put on a show, and asked timidly: "What is the emperor doing?" Do you have free time? ”

Wu Shulai said unhurriedly: "The emperor is approving the folds. If he asked if he had any free time, he wouldn't be sure. In the past few days, the emperor has snubbed Su Guiren, but he has looked at it, and although he does not dare to speculate on the holy will, he can also know a little bit about it.

Wu Shulai said: "The slave will go to tell the emperor." Only then did he turn around, but he heard Qingcheng say, "No need." ”

She took a bowl of red bean and japonica rice porridge from Hai'an's hand, handed it to Wu Shulai, and instructed: "When the emperor wants to eat, let people heat it up first." After saying that, he folded into the sedan chair.

Wu Shulai held the porridge in his hand and stood outside the curtain, in a dilemma.