Seeing this situation, Ge Chaoyi understood and quickly went down to arrange.

After about a cup of tea, another small eunuch came to report, saying that the waiter who was injured by the fall had already taken medicine, and the palace doctor said that because of the injury to the head, it was best not to move, and lie quietly overnight to see.

Hearing this, the fourth prince thanked Concubine Wu in the seat, and Concubine Wu smiled and joked to him: "Look at your mouth full of thanks and gifts, there are those who don't know, and when the palace is talking to an old pedant, it doesn't look like a child at all." He pretended to be angry again: "If you do this again, my grandmother will be annoyed, and I won't give you snacks next time." ”

Before she finished speaking, she couldn't hold it herself, so she laughed first, and everyone laughed too, and the four princes also touched their heads and laughed.

After laughing for a while, Concubine Wu's face was slightly tired, and the fourth prince was not good at sitting anymore, so he helped her back to the dormitory, and saw that she was properly settled, so she retired.

He walked out of the main hall with a smile all the way, walked through the white stone road with a smile, stepped out of the gate of Yongle Palace with a smile, and stepped on the road leading to Jinhua Hall with a smile.

Until the moment he turned into the middle of the road, the smile on his face disappeared.

That ageless seriousness and dilution came back to him.

He stopped at the intersection and looked down at the masonry beneath his feet.

The large gray bricks, after years of wind and rain, pedestrians back and forth, have not been smoothed as before, the gaps have become larger, full of potholes, a few dead grass pitched in the wind, polished to the shiny brick surface, when it rains, you can see the human figure.

He stared at the brick floor for a long time, as if he was distracted, as if he was thinking about something.

The wind carried the chill through the slender passageway, ruffled the robe, and rolled over the corners of the robe.

But all the people were silent, and no one spoke, and even the sound of breathing seemed to be hidden by the wind.

The fourth prince slowly turned around, looked at Zhao Ankang who was following behind him, and smiled.

Childish dimples, looming.

"Who is the waiter who was injured in the fall?" He dusted off his sleeves.

Zhao Ankang hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "Your Highness, the person who was injured in the fall was a low-level servant, named Qian Yuping. ”

"Qian Yuping?" The fourth prince frowned, as if he couldn't remember such a person: "Where is he on an errand?" Why don't I remember? ”

"Back to His Highness, he was only assigned in September this year." Zhao Ankang whispered, his waist bent almost to the ground: "Originally, he was serving the queen mother in the Fengzao Palace, and in September, the Yongle Palace wanted to add people, and the queen mother reassigned the manpower again, and sent him to the Jinhua Palace." ”

Speaking of this, he made a few more gestures: "He had a mole under his eyebrows, about eighteen or nine years old, about this height, more than half a head taller than the slave maid, because of his size, the mother asked him to take charge of the errand of lighting the lamp every night." ”

The Niangniang in his mouth refers to Ning Concubine, the biological mother of the four princes.

The fourth prince let out an "oh" and nodded: "It turned out to be him." ”

Even though he said this, he looked at a loss on his face, and it was obvious that he still didn't think of this person.

Zhao Ankang did not continue the topic.

It's just a lowly chamberlain, don't talk about the master, even he, the steward, sometimes can't be named.

That Qian Yuping has not been here for three months, and his temperament is very boring, just like the gourd with a sawed mouth, except for the work that is buried in the work, he doesn't know anything, no wonder he is mixed at this age, he doesn't even catch the fourth class, and he is still mixed in the last class.

It's really not going to happen.

Zhao Ankang pouted secretly, and suddenly a gust of wind blew on the ground, and he went straight into it along his neck.

He shivered from the cold, glanced at the look of the fourth prince again, and finally persuaded in a low voice: "Your Highness, the wind here is weird, your body is good, you should be careful and take care." ”

After speaking, he looked up at the sky with his arms in his arms, and persuaded again: "The slave and maid look at this day as if it is going to be cloudy, and I am afraid that it will rain and snow for a while." Niangniang is still waiting for His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness will go back early, and Niangniang is so relieved. ”

The fourth prince is a filial child and has always listened to Concubine Ning's words.

These words finally brought him back to his senses, and he let out a "hmm" and shook his sleeves: "Let's go." ”

Saying that, he was already moving forward, and Zhao Ankang hurriedly led everyone to follow.

I don't know where the residual leaves are swept into the alley by the cold wind, rising and falling, rising and falling with the wind.

The group walked in silence.

This long alley, which is thin and sandwiched by two red walls, restrains and imprisons the walking group of people, preventing them from crossing the thunder pond for half a step.

The sky was gloomy, and there was no movement of clouds, but a large area of ash, reckless, layered, spread on the Forbidden Palace, and also the entire capital, all in the wings.

At dusk, the snow foam began to fall down a little or two, because of the cold weather, the ground does not melt, only a path is piled up, not a long time, Shengjing City will be covered with a layer of silver frost, and has turned into a plain brocade cloth, silver wrapped.

At the time of the palm lamp, the goose feather snow is flying all over the sky, and the poplar flowers are flying all over the world, fluttering and falling, I don't know how many literati and scholars are urged, or looking for plum blossoms with candles, enjoying the snow in the red house, or cooking wine and waving, splashing ink in front of the bottle, and always living up to this good situation.

In a courtyard outside the city, a woman wearing a green cloth jacket with a terrible scar on her face took advantage of the last twilight to take advantage of the last twilight to pick up a flower hoe and push open the door of the small courtyard.

She seemed to be tired all day, and even the scars on half of her face could not hide the tiredness between her eyebrows.

Nestling the flower hoe in the corner of the corridor, she raised her hand and beat her shoulder, took a slow step, ascended the steps, and entered the West Chamber familiarly.

In a house that has not been inhabited for a long time, a thin layer of ash has fallen on the house, and the brick floor has not been scrubbed for a long time.

The woman looked around, her face darkened, and she laughed at herself again.

"That's it, it's not the first time I've been a subordinate." She muttered to herself, shook her head, turned outside the house, found a broom and a towel, and swept the west chamber, and when she saw that there was nowhere to leave footprints and handprints, she moved everything back to the miscellaneous room and returned to the west chamber.

At this time, the last ray of light was also engulfed by the night, but fortunately there was snow on the ground, but it did not feel dark.

The woman poked out of the house and listened attentively.

There was no sound around, in this snowy weather, those people on duty hid in the house to roast the fire, usually not very strict on duty, tonight I am afraid that no one is willing to do their duty.

She made up her mind, closed the door with her backhand, and skillfully took a few thick black cloths from the cabinet to cover the door.

The room, which was still a little hazy, was already pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

The woman didn't panic, Shi Shiran took out a red candle from her sleeve, lit it with a fire fold, turned the candle to the next room, brought over a delicate peony candlestick, and inserted a thin candle on it.

Suddenly, the room was full of red light, although the red candle was thin, but I don't know what material it was, but the beam of light was extremely bright, and the furniture in the room was clearly illuminated, along with her eyebrows, eyes and hair, it was also delicate. (https:)

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