Mo Lan didn't know why the concubine was telling him this, and only replied after a while: "What does the concubine need help from the slave?" But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

The concubine said: "Sure enough, she is a clever girl, and she can make sense as soon as she says it." ”

Aunt Qing took out a red cloth bag from the cabinet, put it on a mahogany lacquer plate, and respectfully handed it to the concubine. The concubine scolded: "You don't have to be so particular about it. ”

Aunt Qing said: "It's always an object embroidered by the mother herself, and it's not good to be soiled by the old slave." As he spoke, he opened the red cloth bag and presented the contents to Moran.

It is an ochre-colored scarf, with silk as the base, embroidered with a dragon as a cross-knee surrounding, the embroidery thread is tight, the stitches are arranged neatly and evenly, it is a first-class embroidery. The concubine caressed the Confucian scarf, her expression was kind and stable, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she actually shed tears again. She wiped away her tears with her dry hands, and said flatly: "I heard that Mrs. Moran will serve in front of the emperor in a few days, so I dared to invite Mrs. Mo to come." After another pause, "More than 20 years ago, I had the privilege of personally raising an official family for a few days. The older people get, the more they miss the friendship that they nurtured in the past, so I embroidered this headscarf, if my wife can help me present it to the official family, I will pray for your health every day by chanting Buddha. ”

Mo Lan didn't have time to think about it, but he felt that it was not in accordance with the rules, and politely refused: "The headscarves and clothes of the official family are all in the hands of the Shangfu Bureau, and the slaves and maids are just the eight-rank palace maids of the Division, how can they interfere?" If the concubine really wants to dedicate the headscarf to the official family, it is better to have someone send it to the Cining Hall and ask the Queen Mother to call the shots. ”

The concubine suddenly stuffed the rosary in her hand into Mo Lan's hand, "This string of Buddhist beads is a gift from the first emperor, carefully carved with high-quality jade, after so many years, the money has been scattered, and the most precious object in this palace is only this." You can take it and help this palace once? Her eyes were full of pleading, and she showed a desperate longing, which was pitiful.

Moran turned his face and shoved the rosary back into the concubine's hand.

Aunt Qing suddenly became angry, "If the lady doesn't agree, I will tell the lady of Shanggong about Zhang Cairen and you secretly taking the bamboo slips out of the palace." ”

Moran was unmoved, "If you want to tell, just tell it, even if you are punished, you are willing." As he spoke, he gave himself a blessing and opened the door to go out. The concubine has been reciting the Buddha for many years, and she does not want to force others, she knelt back in front of the Buddha shrine and sighed: "Providence is so, there is nothing to be done." ”

All the way back, Aunt Qing refused to say a word, but silently led Mo Lan through the corridor. Before parting, Mo Lan said: "If you tell the matter of bamboo slips, the relationship between you and the concubine will definitely not be hidden." I don't know what's going on, but if you think about it, it's not good for you to reveal it. ”

Aunt Qing snorted coldly, "What you refuse today will definitely regret it in the future." ”

Back at the residence, lying on the side of the couch, Moran couldn't calm down for a long time. Not to mention why the concubine sneakily presented the headscarf to the official family, how did Aunt Qing know about the bamboo slips? It's nothing to involve yourself, it's just that Rongyue's identity is different now, and it is really shameful to let the palace people chew their tongues behind their backs.

After two or three days, seeing that Aunt Qing did not move, Mo Lan relented.

On this day, the spring rain fell for a long time without stopping. The affairs of the Xuande Hall are well prepared, but some oil curtain sheds have not yet been erected, and it is difficult to work in the rain. Shanggong Niangniang returned to the queen, and the queen issued a decree to let everyone rest, firstly, to alleviate the hardships of the past few days, and secondly, to comfort people's hearts.

Moran was idle for a while.