On this day, before dawn, Xia Zhi got up very early, and saw that Mo Lan was also packing up his clothes, and said while combing his hair: "You are just getting better, you should rest more, what are you doing so early?" Moran said: "As soon as the morning dawns, I will go to the Division." Xia Zhi put down the comb and asked directly, "Have you kowtowed to Mrs. Shen?" ”

Moran sighed faintly, and only said "um" for a long time.

Xia Zhi said: "The Division of Books is subordinate to the Shangyi Bureau, and it is in charge of things such as scriptures, teaching, paper and pen, and has four major book collections, which are located in the East Palace, Funing Palace, Ninghui Palace, and Renming Palace, among which Renming Hall has the largest collection of books. I heard that Renming Hall is close to the moat, and you can see the market nobles and wine shops in Bianjing City when you stand on the high place of the pavilion, which must be very interesting! ”

Moran was sick and haggard, completely devoid of energy, his hair was loosely tied, the hairpin had faded, his original round and smooth face had also lost his jawbones, and his lips were even more pale and terrifying. She smiled bitterly: "Renming Hall is in the westernmost part of the palace, and it is rarely visited on weekdays, like a cold palace. If I want to talk to you, I'm afraid it will be difficult. Xia Zhi smeared rouge on the one hand, and said in the bronze mirror on the other: "What are you afraid of, with me Xia Zhi one day, I will not let those little hooves who see the wind and rudder bully you." Mo Lan answered, but secretly wondered in his heart: I'm afraid that you and I won't be in charge at that time.

After the hour, Mo Lan went to the kitchen to eat steamed buns, and a little palace maid came to guide the way. Walking to the Hanging Flower Gate, she stopped and looked back, the sun was shining warmly on the snow, and the golden light was shining, stretching the shadows of the people and trees very long. The withered trees in the courtyard are vigorous, the surrounding rows of houses are scattered, and the door of the main hall is framed with a horizontal plaque, and the black lacquer is written in large letters: Cuiwei Pavilion. Several palace people shoveled snow under the plaque, laughing from time to time.

Even if it was an ordinary sight, Moran still felt nostalgic.

The little palace maid who led the way was quite impatient, turned around and frowned, "Let's go quickly, I came here before dawn, I haven't eaten breakfast yet, I'm late to go back, and there are no steamed buns left overnight." ”

Moran sneered, bent his knees, "Tired." ”

The two walked silently along the root of the wall for a long time, passed the Yujin Gate, and bumped into a shoulder shoulder slowly coming. Mo Lan turned sideways to avoid it, and the palace people who were clearing the snow everywhere also stopped their affairs and stood quietly in the corner of the wall together. There are two teams of palace maids leading the way in front, and there are two rows of palace maids holding objects in the back, hugging the shoulders of four people and marching slowly.

The shoulder suddenly stopped, and a familiar warbler voice came, "Moran, where are you going?" ”

Mo Lan was stunned, and when he looked up, he was the emperor's new favorite, Shang Mei. She was dressed in a rose-red sprinkled flower collar gown, and a few winter plums gradually bloomed at the neckline, and her elbows rose and fell, with dark fragrance on her sleeves.

"Shangmei Wan'an, the slave is about to go to the division to be on duty." Moran bent his knees respectfully, and waited for Shang Mei to say "no courtesy" before getting up. Shang Meiren leaned on her hand and said angrily: "Dai Qiu and Xia Zhi are all right?" ”

Mo Lan said: "Xie Shangniang misses, everyone is very good." ”

Shang Meiren's narrow eyes looked at Mo Lan, revealing a cunning look, and said with a smile: "The Shanggong Bureau issued the clothes for making winter robes, and the emperor saw that I was wearing thin clothes, and he also rewarded the silk of the new tribute of the Jinyuan of the Suzhou and Hangzhou Yunsi Courtyard. The palace can't be used up for a while, and it's a pity to put it away, so I'm about to send a slave to Cuiwei Pavilion. I can make one or two winter coats, which can be regarded as a thank you for the careful care of everyone in the palace in the past. After a pause, he straightened his body and said majestically: "Since you have gone to the Division, I will send someone to send you another day another day." ”

Mo Lan lowered his eyes, "Xie Shang Niangniang's gift." ”

Shang Meiren lazily hugged the brass hand stove, feeling tired, so he motioned to the eunuch to get up the sedan chair. Mo Lan bowed his knees according to the rules, and waited until he passed the Yujin Gate before continuing to walk.

When it was far away, Shang Lindong Fang remembered something, and leaned over to summon Qianhua, "Can you check the new Fengcha palace maid in front of the emperor?" Qianhua raised his head and whispered: "I was transferred from the Shanggong Bureau, and I was on duty in the embroidery room before, calling Jiaoxi." His father is Li Chengyuan, the master of Zhengsi Pin, and the distant brother of Concubine Yang. Because her mother was just a slave in the middle of the house, she was sent to the palace two years ago. ”

Entering the Huifu Garden, there are already palace people in front of the courtyard gate to greet them, and when the beauty passes the moon cave gate, the palace maids will all hold warm soup, towels, and changing clothes and wait on the side. Shang Meiren changed into a home-style plain skirt, pulled her usual hair bun, rinsed her mouth with clean hands, and drank half a bowl of warm winter medicine. When everything was done, Fang leaned over and leaned in the wicker chair.

Qianhua moved the embroidery frame of the old material of golden silk nanmu to the rattan chair, fiddling with the needlework brocade, Shang Meiren said: "Move away!" It's annoying to look at it. Qianhua patiently advised, "Niangniang, the emperor misses your embroidered handkerchief, and also said that seeing things is like seeing people!" Now you embroider the moire purse, don't you be happy. Shang Meiren's mind turned slightly, "You cut out a few feet of brocade from the winter material and send it to Xia Zhi and Dai Qiu of Cuiwei Pavilion." Ming'er went to Renming Hall again and handed over the high-grade silk of the Suzhou and Hangzhou Yunsi Jinyuan to Zhang Molan...... Just say that I am afraid of cold on my hands, and I annoy her to help me embroider two purses, no need to say any patterns, just say that the queen can use it. ”

Besides, when Mo Lan first arrived in the Renming Palace, she led the little palace maid to take her to the corner palace room, and then went to enjoy the food by herself. Moran looked around, there were several burly trees planted in the courtyard, and the bare and towering blue sky. The north wind blows, and the branches fall crisply and rattle. The snow under the trees is so thick that it melts with the silt, and the footprints are scattered indiscriminately, which is very unsightly. Under the corridor there is a slip of gentleman's orchid, with green leaves, which is extremely incommensurate with the bleak scene. There was a white-headed Gong'e half-kneeling on the ground, taking a rag to wipe the large porcelain jar with black flowers under glaze planted with Junzi Orchid, rubbing it to the pot in front of Mo Lan, suddenly straightened up, and asked, "What happened?" ”

Mo Lan saw that the white head palace was tied with a red brocade ribbon on the bun, and there was no official rank, thinking that he had just arrived and was cautious in everything, so he had no theory, and asked politely: "You Lao told the classics where Shang Gong is today?" Baitou Gong'e sneered, and impatiently threw the rag into the bucket, rubbed it a few times, wrung it out quickly, and splashed a bucket of dirty water on the snow in the court.

"Oops......"

The sharp female voice pierced the eardrum and shouted, "Aunt Qing, why are you unreasonable!" Look, what's going on here? Mo Lan followed the prestige, a girl in an emerald green shirt pointed to the ground, her face was quite delicate, but her expression was like a woman, she didn't seem to see Mo Lan, she only stared at the white-headed palace and scolded, "You are not allowed to splash water in the court, you are always so frivolous." I've scolded and scolded, and I've beaten and beaten, why don't you listen to persuasion? If you let me see it again, you will be punished by abstaining from food for three days. ”

The old Gong E, who called Aunt Qing, hurriedly smiled, and bent her knees and said: "Qi'er's little lady is angry, the old slave squatted for a long time, and her eyes were dizzy for a while, and she looked at the new little lady, so she didn't have a spirit, I should die, I should die, I don't take an example, I don't take an example." ”

Qi'er said arrogantly: "I must give you a good punishment for the classics Shanggong, rely on the old and sell the old, and disrespect the old!" After speaking, he looked Mo Lan up and down, and the orchid pointed at him, "You, follow me." Mo Lan replied in a panic, followed Qi'er through the verandah, passed through the two hanging flower doors, and entered a small room.