Jingyou has a cool winter in the fourth year, and the wind rises.

The sky is dark, the lead clouds are falling, the mist is slowly dyeing, and the distant mountains are picturesque and silent. Under the eaves of the palace corridor, the eunuchs of the inner chamberlain province lit the lamps and shuttled, and the pavilions and pavilions gradually had light, and the night sky was brightened from afar. At the moment of the unitary hour, Chunzhu and Xia Zhi came to hand over the shift, and Mo Lan packed up and went back to Cuiwei Pavilion with the same generation of Qiuyi for dinner.

Halfway through, small snow particles fell densely, and my face hurt.

Dai Qiu opened the curtain and dusted his head, "There should be a heavy snow at night." ”

In the middle of the cramped and simple room sat a pot of sparkling black charcoal, on which were two palm-sized casseroles. Mo Lan cleaned his hands and brought out a small dish of soaked evening siad, corn steamed buns, and a large bowl of Qibao five-flavor porridge from the casserole. There are walnut kernels, pine nuts, milk mushrooms, chestnuts in the porridge, glutinous and sweet, and the sweet and spicy soaking of the evening woad is quite hearty. The two of them moved out of the small bench and sat by the brazier to chew slowly, and suddenly there was a figure in the back room. ”

There was a frightened and affectionate coquettish inside, "Sister Daiqiu, you scared me." Mo Lan dropped the dishes and chopsticks, quickly lifted the curtain and went in, it was the female official of the Shangyi Division of Cining Palace. She sat in front of the bronze mirror and painted her eyebrows, wearing a small cyanotic jacket, a pale pink palace skirt, black temples and red lips, her eyes pinched water, and a cinnabar mole in the center of her eyebrows.

Moran lowered his voice and said in a stern tone, "You didn't know the guilt of being scolded last time?" Dai Qiu is disgusted with others entering her room, you are lower than her, so unruly, be careful to tell you Shang Gong. ”

The film shadow spit out her tongue mischievously, straightened the silver hairpin next to the bun, and deliberately raised her voice outward: "It was the eldest lady who called me to ask, why is the Funing Hall noisy today?" Otherwise, it would have been so heavy that I wouldn't have bothered to leave. Besides, if I hadn't made up for your charcoal fire here, I wouldn't have cooled your teeth when you came back from a shift change! As he spoke, he squeezed his eyebrows at Mo Lan, picked out a bean powder from the rhinoceros moire makeup, moistened it on his cheeks, and wiped it out indiscriminately.

Mo Lan glanced at the curtain in a panic, grabbed the wrist of the film, and dragged it out, his voice was gentle and gentle, and he deliberately wanted to say it to Dai Qiu, "The snow is getting heavier and heavier, you hurry back to the Cining Palace, and turn around the Queen Mother to ask about the eldest lady, wouldn't it be a mistake." And you told the eldest lady that it was the palace man in front of the emperor who broke the teacup and had been punished. So she knew. ”

The film shadow pressed the curtain, leaned over in Mo Lan's ear with a smile on his eyebrows and said, "I heard Chunzhu say that you have taken leave tomorrow, can you help me buy a pack of fried tongs in the outer streets and alleys of Suzaku Gate?" I haven't eaten for a long time, I'm hungry! ”

"Got ......"

Moran was about to agree, when she suddenly heard a "bang", which made her heart tighten, and she hurriedly picked up the curtain and went to the outhouse.

The pots, chopsticks, and porcelain bowls fell to the ground with the unfinished Qibao five-flavor porridge, and Dai Qiu fell to the wooden chair in despair. Wei Zheng, a little eunuch who squatted next to the charcoal fire and didn't know when, rubbed his hands into the fire while panting, and said calmly: "Chunzhu has an accident." ”

Dai Qiu cried bitterly with a "ho", and said hoarsely: "Mo Lan, what should I do?" Chunzhu... Nope. Moran seemed to be hit the door of his head by a heavy object, and the blood in his whole body kept rising...... Rising to the top of his head, he didn't feel dizzy, and a white and vast cold mist spread out in front of his eyes, like a dream. She was in the middle of the room and suddenly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Wei Zheng saw Mo Lan's accompaniment, and Dai Qiu only knew how to cry, sighed lightly, and said: "The emperor saw that the snow was cold and infiltrated, and he was afraid that the queen mother couldn't help the cold, so he ordered the Feng Tea Division to cook mulberry leaf loquat tea and send it to Cining Palace." It was a happy event with a reward, but somehow it collided with Concubine Yang. It's only twenty boards, who in the palace hasn't received a few boards? Who would have thought that Chunzhu would be so unbearable...", wiping a handful of tears, said to Mo Lan: "There is a Lao lady to pick up a few clothes, send them to the violent room to change her body clothes, she loves to dress up when she is alive, and when she is dead, we can't let her walk on the Huangquan Road..."

Mo Lan was in a trance, weak and weak, and forced himself to pack up a few dresses that Chunzhu loved to wear before his death, and followed Wei Zheng to the violent room like a fugue. At this time, the snow fell heavily, and the goose feathers covered the sky, and the palace was covered in silver, and it was a clean and clean world.

On the southwest corner of the palace, the riot room is surrounded by four or five unlit rooms into an independent courtyard, which is full of all kinds of torture instruments, and is dedicated to punishing the offenders of the palace. There were two or three palace lamps lit in the courtyard, dim and dark, and eerie. In the middle of the night, the sound of painful moans came from the darkness, and the hearts of those who heard it were terrified.

Chunzhu was parked under the eaves, and the little eunuch who was guarding saw Wei Zheng and ran over from the small black house to smile and beg for reward, "According to the rules, I should have gone to the palace to be buried obliquely, and I could stay overnight according to my brother's orders." ”

Sporadic flying flakes fell on Chunzhu's body, covering a thin layer. She lay on the ground, completely lifeless. Only a touch of rose-red embroidery appeared on the tip of the toe, revealing a shocking poignant. When she was handed over the shift, she proudly lifted the hem of her skirt, exposed her embroidered shoes, and asked everyone: "Is it good-looking?" I painted it myself! The wanton smile on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes was still in front of him, but after a meal, he lay on the cold ground and could no longer speak. Moran grabbed the prepared iron money from his sleeve pocket, "Please avoid it first." The little eunuch smiled after accepting the money, and said politely: "Okay, the lady just cleaned up and shouted to the inner room." ”

Mo Lan wanted to help Chunzhu take off his coat, tossing in every possible way, but he couldn't get the point, so he called Wei Zheng to come over to help. Wei Zheng was very embarrassed and teased: "Men and women don't kiss. Mo Lan's face blushed sharply, his eyes were firm and sharp, "At this moment, what else do you want to mention whether you can give or accept kisses!" Wei Zheng was really a little afraid of Mo Lan, so he no longer stalemate, and worked together to change Chunzhu's shirt and skirt.

When they were done, the two dispersed. Turning back to the house, when it was past the end of the day, the east was spitting white, and the snow reflected the sky. The maidservants and eunuchs of the Funing Hall were lighting lamps and clearing the snow, and they learned that Suosuo was starting to get busy. Moran walked quickly and quickly with the lantern of the sheep's horn palace, one foot deep and one shallow foot in the mud and snow, she was half soaked, and her toes were frozen to the point that she was completely unconscious.

In the Cuiwei Pavilion, Xia Zhi was sitting on a square pestle burning firewood, the smoke was billowing out, and her face was full of tears. She said in a deep voice: "Moran, you sleep for a while, and then talk about the rest." ”

Moran was swept away by the heat wave in the house, relieved himself slightly, looked around, and asked, "What about Dai Qiu?" ”

Xia Zhi poured out a bowl of thick ginger soup from the casserole, wrapped it in a towel and handed it to Mo Lan's hand, "She is on duty, and she can't persuade her." You just have to rest, and I'll go over and help later. The Food Bureau will send new people to serve in the afternoon, you can rest assured. ”

Mo Lan snorted and poured the ginger soup into his stomach while it was hot.

Moran reclined into the quilt and folded his legs over his chest. His body was hot and cold, half asleep, like being immersed in freshly melted snow, so cold that people's teeth trembled. Snow beads fell again outside the window, and the north wind whined, making the window paper crackle. People gradually woke up, and it was already three o'clock. She struggled to get up, took the clothes on the truss and put them on, pulled her hair at will, and was about to go out, but saw a woman open the curtain and come in, "Lady Moran, I heard the sound and came in to take a look, is it more comfortable?" ”

The visitor wore a small jacket of cardigan crepe, the hem and cuffs were made of white silk, a few branches of red plum were embroidered with fine needles, the waist was lightly pressed with a jade ring ribbon, and the silk flowers made by the goose yellow palace were decorated with silk flowers, and the blue brocade belt of the eight-rank female official was tied behind the head, which was plain and elegant, neat and proper.

Mo Lan raised a smile, "The lady was born so beautiful, but she was sent from the Shanggong Bureau?" ”

With her eyebrows and eyes shining, her red lips pursed, Fang Xiao asked, "How do you know?" I know, Xia Zhi must have told you. Moran shook his head, "I see that the red plum on your cuffs is like a natural one, I'm afraid it's embroidered in unison." Although there are many people in the palace who know Qi needle embroidery, they are so proficient and exquisite, except for the Shang Gong Bureau. ”

Jiaoxi smiled slyly, like the dark fragrance of winter snow and cold plums, and she said in a warbler voice: "The slave father's surname is Li, and his name is Jiaoxi." She folded her hands on her right side and deeply blessed her, Moran accepted the salute, chewed carefully, and said: "The moon rises brightly, and the best people are shining." Shu Jiao is entangled. Quietly tired. The mother's father is a man of reading! ”

Jiaoxi took Mo Lan to the outhouse, smiled and bent her eyes, "I heard that Mo Lan's lady who served the tea division was Hui Zhenlanxin, but now I see it, and if I really don't deceive me, I really don't deceive me." After talking for a while, Moran only felt dizzy, so he leaned back in his chair to rest. Seeing that her face was pale and weak, she put her hand on her forehead, and shouted: "The lady's forehead is so hot, I'm afraid that she is infected with the wind and cold, why don't you go to the imperial medicine hospital and ask the doctor to come and take a look?!" ”

Mo Lan still held on to himself, "No need, eat some hot porridge and cover it." ”

While talking, someone shouted under the window: "Is Lady Moran available?" ”

Moran hurriedly agreed, "Please come in and speak." The man stood still, and said in a cold voice, "Shang Zhengju is invited." ”

As soon as Jiaoxi heard the name of Shang Zhengju, he first bluffed and said: "Shang Zhengju is in charge of the punishment in the palace, if the palace people do something wrong and violate the palace rules, they will be punished by the Shang Zhengju...... Why are you calling a lady today? ”

Mo Lan died in vain yesterday by taking pity on Chunzhu, not thinking that it would be against the palace rules to not return overnight for no reason, and if it was known, he would be punished. She changed into palace clothes with strong spirits, pulled her hair, and went to Shangzheng Bureau with the person talking under the window.

Shang Zheng Bureau is located in the west outside the Yujin Gate, and although Mo Lan has been in the palace for several years, he has never moved in this area. She lowered her face and followed the person leading the way in front of her, turned the road, and walked through a section of the palace corridor, only to see the plaque hanging high on the palace in front of her, which was written in big black lacquer characters - Shang Zhengju.

At this time, it was already dark, and the passer-by led Mo Lan to enter through the side door, and replaced another eight-rank female official wearing a blue brocade ribbon to take Mo Lan to the main hall. Without daring to take a closer look, Moran knelt down and bowed, "Great Eunuch Wanfu." "According to the rank, Mo Lan is a female official of the eighth rank of the scarf, so there is no need to perform this big gift.

However, now that the situation is unfavorable, it will not be bad to know the etiquette and obedience.

Sure enough, the chief eunuch of the Shang Zheng Bureau said: "Since you are the female official of the Zhengbapin Shang Food Bureau, you don't have to make this big gift." Do you know what is sought from you today? Mo Lan got up, looked at the front with his eyes fixed, and said, "Mo Lan doesn't know, please make it clear to the eunuch." At this time, Mo Lan dared to raise his eyes to look, the eunuch in a purple robe was sitting in the center of the hall, and on the left and right sides sat the Shangzheng Bureau Sizheng Shang Palace, the Dianzheng Shang Palace, the Shang Food Bureau's Dianshan Shang Palace, the Dianli Shang Palace, and the Dianyao Shang Palace, and then each stood four Shang Zheng Bureau Zhengzheng Palace maids.

This posture is like swallowing her skin and chewing her bones.