Xiangxiang has known Concubine Xian for so long, and she has never heard her mention why she is blind, and when Qi Hui told her, she realized that the mother's reluctance to mention it was because she didn't want her son to feel guilty for the rest of his life.

That year, under the arrangement of Prime Minister Pang Jun, the young Qi Hui began to enter and leave the palace, and also got acquainted with Xi Niang, who was studying art in the Closed Moon Pavilion and waiting to pick up guests when he grew up. His world suddenly became so vast and free from a narrow cold palace, he was still a child, curious and naughty, unwilling to be lonely and go to the imperial garden alone, and he didn't want to collide with Li Zhaoyi.

At that time, Li Zhaoyi was gradually threatened by newcomers, and she couldn't give birth to a son with all her efforts, seeing that Concubine Xian had such a smart and beautiful son, she was immediately jealous, and viciously broke into the cold palace to torture Concubine Xian, blinded her eyes with fireworks, and let the young Qi Hui watch from the side, if the queen hadn't come forward to stop it, Concubine Xian might have died under Li Zhaoyi's torture.

So Qi Hui said that it was because of him that his mother was blind.

"Mother, is it delicious?" Xiang Xiang smiled sweetly, she found that there was half a pocket of fresh flour in the cold palace, let Qi Hui polish a thick branch, and use it as a rolling pin, and made a bowl of hand-rolled noodles for Concubine Xian, you can't make too much fire in the cold palace, and you don't dare to have the smell of oil smoke, so you can only make noodles with this clear soup and little water, but the fresh and delicious food just out of the pot is always fragrant.

"It's delicious, I haven't eaten noodles just out of the pot for a long time, although Hao'er always brings good things back to let me replenish my body, but those made in the palace kitchen blindly pursue luxury, although the materials are exquisite, but there is no intention in it, no matter how good things are, they can't taste good." Concubine Xian smiled, drank a few sips of noodle soup, felt warm all over, and smiled happily while holding the bowl.

And Qi Hui was silent, he had already buried his head in eating two bowls of noodles, but Xiangxiang himself was in good health, although he was energetic, he had no appetite. When Qi Hui found that she hadn't moved much, she finished eating, so she said to her, "Do you want to eat sugar gourd?" ”

As soon as she heard the sugar gourd, the acid of the hawthorn hooked Xiangxiang's saliva, and she suddenly felt that her chest was also a little more relaxed, but she still shook her head: "Don't worry, when we go out, we can eat as much as we want, I'm not greedy." ”

Qi Hui responded, silently standing aside and watching her clean up, although he didn't think that a woman's family should do this kind of trivial housework, but this kind of thing is really done by a woman's family, so it has the taste of home. But he was worried about Xiangxiang's body and stayed by his side all the time, but Xiangxiang said, "Why don't you go to accompany Niangniang?" ”

How could Concubine Xian want her son to accompany her, she has always been worried that her son does not trust others, and it will be difficult to settle for a lifetime in this life, she will always die, but if her son is alone, she can't feel at ease. Xiangxiang is like a fairy sent by God, and the virtuous concubine is now full of comfort, wishing that the two of them would be together every day, and that they would immediately visit the church and get married, and never be separated.

Naturally, such a good thing can be handled seriously once out of the palace, so as to live up to the fate of the two lovers.

In this way, Concubine Xian rested early, and Qi Hui arranged for the people near the cold palace to protect her mother, so she took Xiangxiang to sneak into the imperial garden and test the lanterns for the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight. Originally, Shi Feng's second brother was in charge of these things, and Shi Feng was asked to assist, but it turned out that Qi Hui planned everything for him, and the location of each lamp here was set by Qi Hui.

When entering the imperial garden, there was still a black hole, the two stood in the dark, their hands clasped and their fingers were interlocked, Xiangxiang felt the warmth between his fingers, and when he was dying in the utility room that day, he had touched this hand, but he didn't expect that soon, he could hold it again or even forever in his hand.