After Yuehua returned to Qingqiu Palace, she didn't say anything, as usual, she asked the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother to say goodbye, listened to the concubines' verbal wars, and then went back to Qingqiu Palace to read books or embroider, and occasionally walked around the imperial garden.

Although, now the Imperial Garden is in early winter, and the fallen trees are Xiaoxiao, but there is really no beautiful scenery to enjoy.

Later, Mama Qin heard about this matter out of nowhere, and came over to pretend to ask inadvertently, and Yuehua sent it away in a few words.

She knows better than anyone else that there is a permanent family between her and the emperor, and the emperor has so much suspicion of her, as long as she reveals the slightest ulterior motive, the emperor will be disgusted. The two are together, even if they are as intimate as that day, their hearts are wrapped in a solid shell, and they are both trying to figure out each other's thoughts, carefully probing, and probing the meaning of every word from each other's tone.

This kind of getting along is too tiring.

In particular, this illusory tenderness and sweetness is just a little charity from the second uncle's power and Mo Guhan, just like the snow that day, which came overwhelmingly, and in a blink of an eye, it melted away without a trace, revealing the ashes of winter.

Rao is like this, she still can't help but miss the weather of the first snow, thinking about the tenderness when Mo Guhan looked down at herself when she tossed and turned, thinking about the crook of his arm that tightened her waist, thinking about the warmth of his palm when he pulled her hand, and missing the sweet words that could melt any cold.

Even, she ghostly painted the scene, one after another fluttering Su Xue, a blue and white umbrella, two figures leaning on each other, and then using the thinnest silk thread, stitch by stitch, derived from thousands of threads.

The weather continued to be cold, the war at the border was tight, and Mo Guhan threw himself on the government and forgot to sleep and eat. He would occasionally summon the concubines in the palace, and a soft sedan chair hung with wind chimes was carried into the Qianqing Palace, and then carried out in the cover of night, hurriedly walking in the dim and lengthy corridor, only the shadows of the two palace lamps that opened the road were swaying, accompanied by the sound of fine bells, the clothes and belts rubbed, and the figures were high and low.

Mo Guhan would never leave the concubines in the palace to spend the night by his side, even Concubine Ling was no exception.

Yuehua often wondered if the warmth they absorbed from Mo Guhan's arms, after the cold wind blowing all the way, when they returned to their bedroom, would it dissipate? Can it sustain a warm night until dawn?

Mo Guhan has never set foot in Qingqiu Palace again, and even Lan Cai has been fortunate once, and he has never mentioned Yuehua again. Yuehua, the unworthy queen, has become the laughing stock of the entire palace, and even the subordinates in the Qingqiu Palace are whispering behind their backs, and they have the idea of climbing another high branch.

Under the order of the Empress Dowager, Yuehua also went to send tea to Mo Guhan once. She stood in the cold wind for more than half an hour, and the ginseng tea simmered on the charcoal fire had already cooled down, and the door of the imperial study had not yet opened.

Later, Concubine He also brought snacks over, and under the blessing of the little eunuch Rongxiang, she entered the imperial study proudly.

If it was really self-inflicted, Mo Guhan slapped her hard and ridiculed her for her wasted effort as punishment. Yuehua could only secretly smile bitterly, turned around and went back to Qingqiu Palace, her heart was inevitably gloomy.

Qingqiu Palace can no longer be called Qingqiu Palace, it is colder than the ice and snow outside. No matter how hot the silver frost charcoal burned, a thin layer of sweat appeared in her heart, and she could only feel the heat, the kind of temperature that made people feel irritable, not warm, and it was still cold all around.

In the words of Mama Wei, women belong to yin, men belong to yang, and eunuchs belong to neither yin nor yang. The emperor never set foot in the Qingqiu Palace, and there was not the slightest yang energy here, so it was naturally uncomfortable.

The end of October was the birthday of Concubine Ling, and the Queen Mother held a palace banquet in the harem to celebrate Concubine Ling's birthday.

Yuehua as the queen, human relations can not escape, she has her own shop income, and has the original royal reward and dowry, although it is not as rich as Concubine He and Concubine Ling, her mother's family has deep roots, and it is more than enough to barely cope with the rewards and favors in the palace.

But Jun Jieyu and Lan Cairen were strapped for money. Relying only on the monthly case, saving money is only a comprehensive maintenance. Those subordinates are also powerful eyes, and if they can't be beaten, there may be the bold one behind them, secretly making a stumbling block, and wearing a pair of small shoes. The silver is rewarded like flowing water, and there is not much silver saved, and whenever there is such a big human exchange, it is stretched.

Lan Cairen is okay, she was originally born in the palace, and she is not the pet of Mo Guhan, she has no sense of existence in the harem at all, and Concubine Ling and others do not take her in their eyes and disdain to be embarrassed.

Jun Jieyu is different, her family is poor, and she has a sick mother at home, and the cost of medicine is large, the main thing is that she is proud of this spring breeze, and Mo Guhan frequently turns over her brand, causing Concubine Ling and Concubine Ya to look at her unpleasantly and often provoke.

As soon as Yuehua arrived at Jiaofang Palace, she heard Concubine Ya ridiculing Jun Jieyu.

Jun Jieyu used gold thread to string powder beads and gave Concubine Ling a pair of gold-threaded shoes, soft-soled satin, and the work was good, it didn't look bloated at all, exquisite and exquisite.

Ya Concubine pinched the upper of her shoes with her fingertips and lifted them, and sighed: "I remember that on the birthday of the Queen Mother this year, Jun Jieyu also gave a pair of opal strung with a longevity knot, and she can handle it, why did the concubine's sister make a pair of shoes on her birthday?" How unlucky is it to send shoes to others? ”

Concubine Ling was surrounded by pearls today, dressed up even more bright and noble, fiddling with the string of glossy southern beads on her wrist and ignoring it.

Jun Jieyu bit her lower lip, Chu Chu glanced at Ya Concubine pitifully, because she was shy in her pocket, she was originally a little inferior, but now she was picked by Ya Concubine in public, and she felt even more ashamed.

Jun Wan really didn't have any valuable objects in his hand, and there was only this box of pink beads left, all of which were of average size and lustre, so he stayed up for a few nights and embroidered this pair of golden shoes for the concubine. In Junwan's hometown, the word "shoes" is the same as the word "child", and there is a saying that there is a son to send shoes, so he gave the golden shoes to the mother, praying that the concubine Niangniang would give birth to a noble son as soon as possible. ”

A sentence entered Concubine Ling's heart, and she glanced at the shoes with slightly raised eyebrows, and her face was slightly gloomy: "It's also Jun Jieyu's heart, thank you." ”

Jun Jieyu breathed a sigh of relief like this, and her eyebrows and eyes bloomed slightly.

Ya Concubine didn't want to stop there, she looked at the shoes over and over again, and her face changed slightly: "Could it be that the beaded flowers on Jun Jieyu's shoes are lotus patterns?" ”

Jun Jieyu shook her head: "Back to the concubine, it's an orchid." ”

"Orchids?" Ya Concubine pouted: "Why does it look like a lotus flower?" ”

Everyone raised their eyes to look, because the orchid was strung with pink beads, which was naturally not as lifelike as embroidered with needles and threads, and it did look a little like lotus petals.

Concubine He's ten fingers flew, peeling a plate of grape grains in front of her, turning a blind eye to Concubine Ya's harsh and sour pickiness about Jun Jieyu.

Yuehua passed by and couldn't help but admire: "Jun Jieyu is so exquisite, this orchid branch and leaf is embroidered vividly, decorated with pink beads, warm and fragrant, it can be described as unique." If you have time another day, can you make a pair for this palace? ”

Jun Jieyu glanced at Yuehua gratefully, and was slightly blessed: "Thank you for the queen's compliment, if you don't dislike Jun Wan's rough skills, Jun Wan is willing to get an axe." ”

The Queen Mother coughed lightly, already vaguely dissatisfied, and glared at Ya Concubine, as if she was blaming her for being so unprovoked. The battle in the palace is also like the court, and it is necessary to form a gang, and the concubine did not relentlessly offend Jun Jieyu, but was relieved by Yuehua to show goodwill, which undoubtedly pushed Jun Jieyu to the opposite side of herself. It is not a wise move to speak quickly for a while.

Ya Concubine put the embroidered shoes back on the lacquer plate, and still couldn't help muttering: "It's unlucky to step on the lotus flower with this foot, and the concubine sister doesn't wear it." ”

Jun Jieyu was naturally a little embarrassed, and hurriedly blushed: "No, it's really an orchid." ”

According to the custom, the folk have the funeral custom of "stepping on the lotus flower on the west sky", but whenever the old man dies in the family, the descendants will place a lotus pillow at the foot of the old man, hoping that the deceased can fly into an immortal like Putuo, and the longevity shoes will also be embroidered into a lotus pattern. Concubine Ya is deliberately misleading everyone, derogating Jun Jieyu, and losing the face of Concubine He.

Only then did Concubine He wipe her fingertips with a handkerchief, turned her head, and sneered: "Listening to Sister Ya Concubine being so picky, don't even make a move on the intentions we give to the concubine, so as not to spend hard work, but end up with nothing." ”

The concubine was about to ridicule each other, when she heard a voice coming in from outside, the emperor had arrived, and she hurriedly stopped talking. Everyone was also in good spirits, and quickly got up, graceful and tingting, and paid a big salute.