Meatball soup is a taste that Xie Ning has always been accustomed to, and the people in the dining room have tried their best to figure out the preferences of the concubine, and of course a soup is not a problem. 81 Chinese Net Net .Net 8 in 18Z Wenwen. Eight C network O M

The emperor took a sip, there was pepper in the soup, and when he drank it, he did feel a feeling of warm baking powder sliding down his stomach. The vegetarian meatballs in the soup are actually put in when the soup is served, and if you put them early, the meatballs will be soaked in the soup and rotten, and the taste will not be good.

Princess Yuyao refused to drink after taking a sip, she didn't like the food with a strong taste. The eldest prince's face turned red after taking a sip, his eyes were watery, and he seemed to be choking on pepper.

Xie Ning was taken aback, a little funny and a little worried, and said: "Don't eat it if you don't get used to it, lotus seed soup is not bad, drink that." ”

"No, no." The eldest prince blushed and said, "It's just that I drank too much in a hurry just now." ”

The soup was very hot, and there was pepper in it, but with his upbringing, he couldn't do anything to spit out the soup in his mouth again, so he swallowed it hard and it turned out to be like this.

But this sour and hot feeling is not bad, the eldest prince drank a little less in the second sip, and it was really much better than just now, and he also picked out the two balls in the soup and ate them. After eating this half bowl of meatball soup, he felt that the tip of his nose was sweating slightly.

Xie Ning was afraid that he would not be used to eating, and he was afraid that he would not feel comfortable after eating these. But the eldest prince himself said: "I sweat a little, and I feel a little lighter." ”

It's very comfortable.

After dinner, the emperor went to the small study as usual. Approaching the end of the year, the emperor's affairs are still the same.

In the past, the emperor used to stay alone in the Changning Palace, and later ...... A lot of the time during the year, I stayed in Yong'an Palace. Accustomed to staying here, the Changning Hall seemed too empty and quiet, and it was clear that there were so many people waiting inside and outside the hall, but he couldn't hear any sound, as if he was the only one who existed.

It's been so many years, but now, I don't really like to be alone.

Xie Ning came to deliver a sweet pear soup, and the soup was delicious and sweet. Across the courtyard, the emperor also heard the second prince crying twice, and he didn't know what kind of temper he was making. 8 1 Chinese China Net. 8 Wen 1 Z 11. OM

The emperor closed the folds, stood up and walked out of the small study.

The snow was still falling outside, and he walked through the snowy courtyard, a small fist-sized light shining through the stone lamps on the side of the road.

The emperor stood outside the window of the second prince, and heard Xie Ning also inside through the window.

This kid was crying just now, and he was coquettish again. He especially likes to stick to Shainin, especially before going to bed last night, he always wants Shainin to accompany him for a while.

Xie Ning took a copy of "Persuasion of Learning" and read him the short story above. Perhaps in order to put the child to sleep quickly, her voice was softer than usual, obviously on a snowy winter night, but it sounded like a gentle spring breeze, brushing her cheeks softly.

Although the second prince is clingy, his advantage is that he sleeps quickly, and after reading a short story, he falls asleep. Xie Ning stood up and tucked the quilt for him, and told the nurse to take care of it, and then came out of the house.

The curtain of the door was lifted to a corner, Xie Ning came out of the house with a big curtain, and saw the emperor standing quietly by the window like this, Xie Ning was really a little surprised.

"Why is the emperor standing here?"

The emperor stretched out his hand to her, and Xie Ning obediently put his hand in the emperor's palm.

She especially likes the emperor's hand.

Warm, slender, dry. Every time he held his hand like this, Xie Ning was reluctant to let go.

"I heard the voice of the second prince, so I came over to take a look, and I just got up and walked around. Isn't that what you always tell me? ”

"The concubine is also ......," Xie Ning whispered: "I used to hear that some people always lowered their heads to read and write, but as a result, they were all wrong. Although the emperor is still young, he can't spoil his body arbitrarily just because he is young. ”

"I know that even Bai Hongqi listens to you, and you have to remind me from time to time. Sometimes I would come out and walk around the verandah or two, or sweat a little before going in. Bayi Chinese Network Novel VIII. SMALL 8 NET 1 Z SMALL .SAY COM"

They walked slowly, holding hands together, and people snuggled together, moving forward little by little. There were snow flakes swept by the wind and rushed towards his body, sticking to the hood, and on his shoulder, Xie Ning felt a flower in front of him, and then the tip of his nose was cold, and a snowflake was falling on his nose. But when she reached out to touch it, all she could do was touch a little bit of water with her fingertips.

The emperor smiled and stretched out his hand to rub it for her.

Xie Ning woke up in the middle of the night, she felt that the kang was burning a little hot, Qinghe poured two cups of warm water, and served the emperor and Xie Ning to drink.

"Is it still snowing outside?"

"It's still raining."

The next morning, the snow stopped, and a thick layer had accumulated in the ground. The emperor had a big court meeting and left early. Xie Ning slept late at night, woke up again at night, and the sky was still cloudy, so he woke up later than usual.

The snow only stopped for half a day, and then began to fall sporadically in the second half of the day. When the day finally cleared, and the weather became colder, the little eunuchs who were working outside were red from the cold, and they kept stomping their feet. Shainin asked people to prepare more ginger soup and charcoal, both of which are not expensive, but they are particularly practical.

This winter seems to be particularly cold.

Hu Rong walked quickly to the bottom of the porch, stomped on the broken ice and mud on his feet, rubbed his hands together a few times, and then rubbed them vigorously on his already frozen face, only then did he feel that his face, which had been stiff for a long time, slowly regained consciousness.

He touched the bag in his sleeve, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked back for green plums. Qinghe and Qingmei live in the same room. But both men had to serve before their master during the day, and the house was always empty. Hu Rong went to the door of the tea room and took a look, Qingmei was not in the house, but Qinghe was inside, setting up a fruit plate.

He just stretched out his head, Qinghe had already seen him, and asked, "What are you pretending to be a ghost for?" In. ”

Hu Rong grinned and walked into the door: "Sister Qinghe, where are you busy?" ”

"How fresh is it, I'm not busy, could it be that I'm lazy here? What are you looking at at the door? ”

"I didn't see anything, it's just that I might have chilblains on my hands, and I want to find two pieces of medicinal ginger."

"How did you come here to find medicinal ginger?" In fact, Qinghe knew in his heart what he was here for.

Sure enough, Hu Rong looked casual and asked, "Qingmei is serving at the master's place at this time?" ”

"She is in the Fang Shang Palace house, Fang Shang Palace has had back pain in the past two days, her legs are also sore, and her movement is not very convenient."

Hu Rong wanted to leave when he got the news, but Qinghe stopped him: "Oh, you wait, I still have something to ask you." ”

"What?" Hu Rong listened to Qinghe's solemn tone, felt that it might be something important, took back one leg that stepped out, and pulled a stool to sit down, ready to talk to Qinghe in detail.

"It's not a big deal, I just want to ask you. When was the last time you were released in the palace? Who are the people? ”

Hu Rong was stunned: "How can Sister Qinghe inquire about this?" The serious release was the year when the Queen Mother went, and a large number of people were released, about six or seven hundred, there were about sixty people in the Shang Palace, and the others were palace maids. "There are very few eunuchs, almost negligible.

"How old are the palace maids?"

Hu Rong asked rhetorically: "Could it be that you want to leave the palace too, sister?" ”

This is unlikely in Hu Rong's mind.

"I have always heard people say that people have no foresight, but they must have near-term worries. Although we can't leave the palace now, there will always be a day to go out, right? I've heard that there are twenty-eight and twenty-five people who left the palace, but I've also heard that there are thirty-five people, but I don't know which one is which. ”

"Yes, in fact, it mainly depends on the meaning of the master. There are also twenty-five ones, but sister, you still have three or four years to arrive, right? ”

There are many people who want to go out, but there are also many people who don't want to go out. If you have a home and relatives outside, you are not afraid of not having a place to go out, you have a place to go, and your life is guaranteed. But there are also people who are alone, and they don't even remember what happened before entering the palace, and their parents and relatives don't have them. Such a person does not want to go out of the palace, and is willing to live in the palace for the rest of his life. Going out may not be better than being in the palace, maybe the situation will be even more miserable.

"Yes, Qingmei Bido is less than a year younger, so she has hope. I heard that there are still people in Qingmei's family, so in the past two years, I have asked someone to send a letter to inquire, and I said that she can arrange a family affair for her at home, and it is not too late to get married in her twenties. ”

Hu Rong was stunned when he heard the words "leaving the palace", "family affairs", and "getting married".

If Qinghe didn't mention it, he really didn't think much about whether Qingmei would leave the palace.

Now that Qinghe said this, Hu Rong remembered.

Originally...... Qingmei may go out of the palace, and may also marry under the arrangement of her family.

"You can help me inquire." Qinghe asked, "We can also plan carefully for the future." When the time comes, ask for a favor in front of the master, and let him out of the palace smoothly, and live a good life in the future. ”

Hu Rong responded vaguely, he didn't know how he got out of the tea room, he walked a little way with one foot high and one foot low, and now he had walked outside the window of Fang Shang Palace.

The people in this house, whether it is Fang Shanggong or Qingmei, are one of the few people he has a close relationship with in the palace, and they can even be said to be the two closest people.

Needless to say, Qingmei can't say that Hu Rong can't tell that he has put her in his heart since then. There is also Fang Shanggong, Hu Rong has very complicated feelings about her, she is also a teacher and a friend, like a loving elder, and she is also very strict with Hu Rong.

But Hu Rong knew that it was for his good. If it weren't for concern, why would Fang Shanggong spend energy and energy on him?

He didn't expect Qingmei to leave the palace and get married.

He thought that life like this could go on forever.

Hu Rong took a deep breath, calmed down, forcibly put his chaotic thoughts together, and went to the door to greet him.

Fang Shanggong answered in the room: "Come in." ”

Hu Rong stepped into the door.

The warmth inside the house and the outside of the house are two completely different worlds. Fang Shanggong leaned on the head of the bed, and Qingmei was rubbing her legs.