It was a few days without incident, and since that night it rained, the weather has been relatively cool.

Count the days, it's almost autumn.

Xie Ning found that after a few days of calmness, why did Qinghe look a little breathless again?

Obviously, she is usually much quieter than Qingmei, but she thinks too much. Like a green plum, the sun rises and the sun sets, and the heart can rarely be put on hold overnight, and it is good to eat and sleep all day.

This can be glimpsed from the face shape. Qingmei has a round face, which is worse than the commonly known "face like a full moon", but it is fatter than the standard goose egg. Qinghe was originally supposed to have a goose egg face, but this egg was slender and slightly pointed, so everyone thought that Qinghe should be a melon seed face.

Xie Ning remembered that she used to have quite flesh on her cheeks, did she change her face because she was worried about herself?

Xie Ning couldn't guess what Qinghe was thinking, so he simply asked her directly.

"The slave maid is thinking, as soon as the weather turns cold, it will be time for the holiday."

Shainin nodded. The festival is the festival, and the Mid-Autumn Festival has been spent twice in the palace. The Mid-Autumn Festival is not much different from usual. But there are more moon cakes, melons and fruits than usual. Of course, there are festivals in the palace, but she is not qualified to participate, at most she admires the moon with a few people who live nearby, and drinks two glasses of thin wine.

It's really a thin wine, and sometimes it doesn't even taste like it's like drinking sweet water that is a little sour.

Last year, when I drank the water wine called "Night Dew", it felt like drinking dew, but it was just a little sweet, and it had nothing to do with the sake at all.

If he hadn't entered the palace, Xie Ning felt that it would be good to open a small wine-making workshop, selling some rice wine and fruit wine made by himself, and he should be able to earn money to support himself.

But it doesn't make sense to say that now.

Now, and in the future, she probably won't have that chance.

Qinghe's concern is obviously not how to celebrate the festival. Looking at the innocent eyes of the talented people, Qinghe really felt that he really had a long way to go. Talented people are so incapable of planning, what can they do in the future?

Qinghe has never heard of the term "capable people work harder". Some people are born to think more and think farther than others, but they are usually very tired, and their happiness has become much less than that of ordinary people.

"According to the practice of previous years, there may be a chance to be promoted during the holidays." Qinghe said what was in his heart.

Promotion......

Xie Ning slowed down and remembered.

It has indeed been before. The emperor seems to have promoted to the throne as a kind of holiday reward, giving it to the women of the harem. For example, Liang Meiren, she was promoted to the throne on the New Year in the first year of entering the palace, while Li Zhaorong was promoted to the beauty in the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year, and then promoted to Zhaorong.

There have been precedents of promotion during non-annual holidays, but there must be exceptions. The men outside earn their future, and what they seek is also meritorious service and awards. It is the same for harem women to be promoted, and the path of meritorious service is fixed.

If you are pregnant, give birth to a child to the emperor to continue the bloodline, a princess or a prince can do it.

Of course, Qinghe hopes that during this Mid-Autumn Festival, his own talents can be promoted.

"If the emperor summons talented people to accompany him these days, you must pay attention to make the emperor happy."

Shainin knew that Qinghe's reminder was entirely for his own consideration.

But she really didn't know how to make the emperor happy. If you want to please ordinary people, you can probably do what you like, what about the emperor? The emperor is rich and lacks nothing.

Besides, there are too many women in the palace who want to please the emperor, and others must have used the tricks they can use a long time ago, Xie Ning really doesn't know how to innovate in this regard, in order to make the emperor happy.

It's too difficult.

It took about half a month before she was summoned by the emperor to accompany her again.

It's already autumn, and the climate during the day is as hot as midsummer, but the wind blowing on the face in the morning and evening is already quite cool. If you wake up early in the morning, you can see the night mist condensed on the large plantain leaves, and the damp mist turns into dew again.

Xie Ning wore a light apricot red palace dress today, with an ivory shawl on his shoulders, without too much jewelry on his head, combing a lazy bun and holding a few gardenias. The flowers are white and flawless, with turquoise leaves.

It was not the season for gardenias to bloom, so after the emperor's gaze stayed in Xie Ning's hair for a moment, he immediately judged that this was not a real flower.

"Made of silk?"

Xie Ning smiled and nodded, and explained softly: "There will always be some useless leftovers after cutting clothes, and they are quite fragmented and can't even make purses, but they can still be cut to the size of petals, and then put them together." "The leaves are the same, made of dark green satin.

"Aren't all silk cloth very soft?"

Even the emperor has something he doesn't understand.

Shainin explained: "The silk cloth should be starched, and the pulp will become stiff after drying. ”

The emperor recalled the straw flower basket he saw on the bookshelf of the Lingering Fragrance Pavilion: "You also made this yourself?" ”

"A pastime when I'm idle."

This flower is very suitable for her.

The beauties of the harem like to wear hairpins on their heads, and the first choice is those flowers with complex shapes and bright colors, such as peonies, peonies, hibiscus, camellias, etc. When the gardenia is in season, some people will also wear it as a bracelet, or pin it as a collar buckle in front of the placket, because the gardenia is particularly fragrant.

So Xie Ning said, I really don't know how to please the emperor. Even the flower emperor wearing on this woman's head seems to be interested, and it is not too annoying to talk about the time for a cup of tea.

But can you say that the emperor likes head flowers?

That's definitely not the case.

She also dined with the emperor, but she couldn't tell what the emperor liked to eat.

If you really like it, then the emperor seems to like the dishes she ordered. From the noodle soup that the emperor came to eat in the Xiangge Pavilion at the beginning, to the winter melon soup that he drank in the Anxi Bridge Pavilion last time, these were all ordered by her, and the emperor seemed to like it quite a lot.

But this is her preference, how can it be concluded that the emperor's taste is the same as hers? Besides, the emperor is not a three-year-old child, even if he knows what he likes to eat, can he win the emperor's favor with this?

It's really at a loss.

Shainin won't get along with himself, and if he can't figure it out, he won't worry about it first. She concentrated on tasting the emperor's good tea.

The color of the tea leaves is green and quiet, the tea soup is light yellow, the tea is fragrant, and the taste is sweet.

The tea she sent there recently is also good, of course, it can't be compared with the emperor's here. Looking out of the open window, you can see the blue sky.

The blue was hard to look at, and the early autumn sun shone on the roof of the palace in the distance, smearing those uvas with a melting golden light.

"Chen Jieyu sued you here."

Xie Ning's thoughts that had flown far away were called back by the emperor's words, she held the tea cup, and her clear eyes were a little confused, as if she couldn't understand the emperor's meaning for a while.