Moran couldn't be better, listening to the country sound, and in a trance went back to his childhood. It is the scene before dawn, the lights outside the window are swaying, the dim candle flame reflects the emerald green screen, the morning breeze blows through the grass and trees in the courtyard, and the branches and leaves are slanted horizontally, rustling. The parents and aunts stood in the patio and argued in a low voice, feeling bored at the time, but now when they recall it, they have a rare sense of tranquility and peace.

Because they are fellow villagers, Lang Yue and Moran are very close. In their spare time, the two like to speak the vernacular of their homeland, embroider a few stitches of brocade purse, tie a few knots, and say a few jokes to relieve the boredom in the palace all day long. The day before yesterday, Shang Meiren sent the little palace maid to send a few feet of high-quality silk to Mo Lan, saying that it was to be used in front of the emperor. Mo Lan was in the imperial period for many years, and he had a lot of speculation about the character of the official family, so he cut the cloth, mainly white plum, butterfly love flower, green bamboo, and fish play lotus, and embroidered four exquisite purses in the shape of peach, ruyi, pomegranate, and vase.

Seeing that the weather was sunny on this day, he found free time, and took leave from the classic Shanggong before he dared to go to Huifu Garden alone.

Mo Lan walked along the root of the wall for most of the hour, and as soon as he reached the Yujin Gate, he bumped into the royal car passing by. She leaned against the wall, slightly bent on her knees. For a while, I heard the sound of boots stepping on one after another, and I could only see the palace maid's skirt and the eunuch's jet-black boots everywhere I looked.

When he was far away, Moran straightened up. When he arrived at the door of Huifu Garden, Qianhua was instructing the slave to do something, and when he saw Mo Lan, his expression changed, and he said happily: "The lady can come!" Yesterday, Shang Meiren asked about you! ”

Moran said: "The things that Shang Meiren ordered have been done, and now that the New Year is coming, I am afraid that you will be in a hurry to use it, so I will send it in a hurry when I have time today." ”

Qianhua took the gray cloth burden and said, "It's a cold day, hard work." I should have invited you in to have a cup of tea to warm your hands, but Funing Hall has just received a letter, and the official family will come over after a while, everything must be prepared, and it is late in the sky, so it is inconvenient to keep the lady. ”

Mo Lan said lightly: "I also have to rush back to Renming Hall to do things." The two nodded to each other and dispersed. The shallow birch entered the house, took out the purse, and saw that its flowers were gorgeous and the needlework was exquisite, and presented it to the beautiful people. The beauty was very satisfied, and ordered the palace people to stuff in all kinds of spices and present them to the official family during the festival.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, lights are displayed everywhere in the palace, and the palace people also change into new robes, laughing and laughing everywhere. Moran used the remaining scraps at hand to embroider a purse for Langyue and Zifei. The moon is exquisite, embroidered is the scenery of the West Lake in Hangzhou, full of lotus in the lake, the tower is broken and the bridge is broken, just like the scene in front of you. Every time Langyue saw it, her homesickness had some sustenance, and her admiration for Moran became more and more enthusiastic. By the end of the day, it would be dark before it was dark. Mo Lan finished sorting out the bamboo slips that he had newly lent to the minister today, returned to his residence, and saw Zi Fei twisting his increasingly fat body hanging a peach charm in front of the door, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"Hang a little further to the left." Moran said.

Lang Yue, Qi'er, Aunt Qing and other palace maids were smiling and preparing night fruits, burning pine pots and other things. At dinner time, the queen mother, the emperor, and the queen's food was handed down, in addition to each person has a pot of imperial wine, and three fresh bamboo shoots fried quail, fried field chicken, wine vinegar hoof crisp chips, Taiping Biluo dry rice and other imperial food, but also enjoy ring cakes, oil cakes, jujube towers, fruits and other plates. At midnight, firecrackers and fireworks were set off on the upper floor of Changqingmen Mountain, dyeing the night sky purple and red. Concubines and palace people of low status who could not participate in the royal feast walked to the eaves and porches to look up, and some even climbed to the treetops just to see the grand scene. Mo Lan, Lang Yue, and Zifei held a few feet of bamboo poles in their hands, each of which was tied with a newly made copper coin, and the three of them vigorously knocked on a pile of melon skin confetti in the court, and there were words in their mouths, which were nothing more than "May the family be safe, and everything will go well in the coming year" and other wishes. He also took out the pine pot and burned atractylodes and other medicinal materials into it, hoping to dispel the plague and dampness in the coming year, and pray for health and safety.