There were ten of the selected show girls in this year's palace, but now only Zhao Ronghua, Xu Cairen, Lin Xuanshi, Lan Bi and Fu Xin are left, and Zhu's Lou's Liu's Liao and She's are all slowly forgotten by the palace people, just like stones sinking into the sea.

The latter few people like to play right and wrong together, Zhang Fuxin has never liked them very much, but now there are fewer people all of a sudden, and I feel that the harem has never been clean.

Today put a sunny day, the sun in the sky is white and sunny, but there is no trace of warmth, the cold wind is blowing for a while, now the harem is everyone hands do not leave the furnace, Zhang Fuxin carried a food box containing Laba porridge to the Qiancang Palace.

Gao Shi was outside the hall, and when he saw Zhang Fuxin coming, he said politely: "The emperor is in a bad mood these days, Zhang Cairen should please go back." ”

Now that she came, Zhang Fuxin was about to see people, she smiled and made a look, Tang Wan took out a silver ingot and gave it to him, and said with a smile: "Manager Gao is accommodating." ”

Coats saw that it was a big ingot, twenty taels, and smiled while accepting it: "The emperor refuses to eat in it, our family has no way, maybe you have a way to go in, it just so happens that the imperial dining room wants to send the fish roe porridge of the Long Live Lord, so the talent will take it and send it in." ”

It took half a month to see His Majesty, and it was also because she had a weight in front of the emperor before, otherwise no matter how much silver was spent, Coats would not dare to release people without eyes.

When I went in, I only saw that the emperor seemed to be buried in a pile of folds, and wanted to come to government affairs, so she held two bowls of porridge in her hand and said loudly: "Concubine to Your Majesty to say goodbye." ”

"Excuse me, it looks like you've taken Coats' job." The emperor's tone towards Zhang Fuxin was much gentler than before.

Zhang Fuxin held the porridge steadily, and said slightly: "Your Majesty, is the concubine doing well?" ”

The emperor pointed to the table: "Put it there, I don't want to eat it." ”

Zhang Fuxin took out the porridge and placed it on the table, and the emperor glanced at it and said, "Tomorrow is the day of the Laba Festival, why do you present the Laba porridge today?" ”

replied: "Tomorrow, Your Majesty will definitely be with His Royal Highness's ladies, where do you still use concubines, it is better to find you to drink porridge in advance." ”

The emperor just shook his head, folded on the desk, licked the mill with the tip of the pen, and ordered: "Ink." ”

Zhang Fuxin was not arrogant or impatient grinding and adding water to the side, and while serving carefully, he secretly glimpsed the cursive text with kneading marks, which read "Cabinet Establishment Plan".

She thought in her heart, with the auxiliary ministers of Zhongshu Province, what else do you need to set up a cabinet, how can there be two administrative bodies in one day, unless, Your Majesty has already had a different heart for the former, and she couldn't help but be surprised when she thought of this.

When his wrist was slightly sore, he only heard the emperor praise: "It's a calm one." He suddenly felt a little lonely: "Tomorrow the lama is going to enter the palace, go to the Yuhua Pavilion to commemorate the Buddha." ”

Zhang Fuxin said cautiously and gently: "It's okay, you can overdo it for your mother." ”

The embankment in the emperor's heart collapsed suddenly, and he could no longer hide the deep tiredness between his eyebrows: "I want to enter the sect for the third child tomorrow, but I haven't thought of a name yet." ”

It seems that he is just a man with flesh and blood and has lost his beloved, Zhang Fuxin is articulate on weekdays, and she can't talk at the moment, she approached silently, and said softly almost pleadingly: "Your Majesty, the porridge is going to be cold, this is not good for the dragon's body." ”

The emperor was surprised by the tone of discussion: "Accompany me to write a few words." She said softly: "The concubine is here to accompany you." ”

Zhang Fuxin took it seriously, stroke by stroke, and slowly wrote the words "This is something to be done" on the blank rice paper, and the emperor sighed: "Your writing has made great progress. ”

She smiled helplessly: "Since the Yuhua Pavilion, the concubine is afraid that her calligraphy will stain your eyes, so she will practice it from now on." ”

The emperor felt a little soothed: "It's still teachable, do you have small characters?" ”

"No small print." She was rarely intimate with her family, so they never gave her any nickname, and now that His Majesty asked her about herself, she was stunned.

"Come here." He said suddenly.

When Zhang Fuxin was puzzled, he suddenly grabbed his hand holding the pen, licked the ink and wrote the word "Zhuohui", with a hint of tenderness in the corner of his eyes: "Give it to you." ”

She blushed her cheeks a little, this feeling was unprecedented, and she couldn't say it all of a sudden, that kind of simple joy made her mind complicated for a while, and asked with a smile: "What does Zhuohui mean?" ”

The emperor smiled introvertedly: "There is a sentence in the Book of Songs, which burns its brilliance, but I think that for you, it is more appropriate to burn its wisdom." ”

Zhang Fuxin said with a serious expression: "Zhuohui...... The concubine is willing to be His Majesty's Zhuohui. ”

The emperor nodded, and said suddenly, "I like your generosity, intelligence, and good advance and retreat, all of which are very good." ”

After a long time, Zhang Fuxin understood that his atrium became extremely fragile at the moment of losing Shi Fuzhou, so that she could avoid a big detour and easily fall in, and the gentleness of women has always been the best medicine to soothe men's pain.

On the day of Laba Festival, because it is the birthday of Shakyamuni, in order to show respect for Buddhism, at this time of year, the royal family will invite the famous lama master into the palace to chant sutras, and the Laba porridge boiled in the palace will be rewarded to the princes and ministers.

After sacrificing to the Buddha, you have to sacrifice to the ancestors, the concubines will follow the queen to the ancestral hall, but according to the rules of the ancestors, only the queen is eligible to enter the ancestral hall, and the harem concubines can only kneel outside the ancestral hall, and have to be sincere, with a blessing.

"There is no other desire, but I wish the world to be peaceful, live and work happily, and share the blessings of peace...... "The queen stood in front of the ancestors and ancestors of the royal family, folded her hands, closed her eyes with deep affection, and recited blessings.

The rest of the concubines were trembling, kneeling outside the door on a snowy day, waiting for the queen inside to finish the ceremony.

With Yin Guifei as the head of the concubines, he led the concubines behind him to kneel on the futon, and in such weather, even the originally soft futon was frozen hard.

They are pampered on weekdays, and there are slaves and maids holding umbrellas to block the snow when they go out, and they can't do without the hand stove for a moment.

Ban Lanbi couldn't hold back a stumble, and the noble concubine, who had always been kind, was dissatisfied and reprimanded, "This palace can still stand it, but Ban Ronghua is young now, but he can't even endure the slightest bit of suffering?" ”

Zhang Fuxin, who was kneeling next to her, secretly helped her clothes, and whispered in a voice that the two of them could hear, "Sister is closer to me, so she leans in on me if she can't stand it." Ban Lanbi nodded at her gratefully.

Half an hour later, the queen was still inside, Lan Bi's body shook slightly, but she felt a hand behind her push her out, and everyone was shocked when she saw her stumbling out, this is a big crime against the ancestors.