The emperor asked, "Is the Lin family a large population?" ”

Xie Ning smiled when he thought of the matter of his uncle's family, which was joy from the bottom of his heart.

Just thinking about it, she is happy to be like this, which shows that she really grew up with her uncle's family, and her relationship can be so good.

"The concubine has three uncles and two aunts." Shainin said: "There are four cousins, two cousins, and I am the youngest. But it's been three years since I entered the palace, and maybe now that my uncle has added another child to his family, I'm not the youngest. The little uncle has not married, traveled all over the world, in order to let him stay at home with peace of mind, the eldest uncle detained his luggage, and did not give him a coil, he ran away in the middle of the night empty-handed, and when he came back after half a year, he was also very moist, and brought a sum of money back. ”

"After entering the palace, you haven't sent a letter to your family?"

Xie Ning said softly: "Uncle, they are not in the capital, and it is not convenient to carry letters. ”

At dinner, the dining room brought dumplings, and at a glance I knew that this was what she ordered. The white and fat dumplings are placed on the plate, looking like small ingots.

Xie Ning picked up a dumpling and dipped it in vinegar and took a bite.

Needless to say, the dumpling filling is delicious, but Xie Ning didn't just think of the taste of dumplings.

She remembered that when her aunt used to cook dumplings herself, she was beside her, but she was far less than her aunt and cousin Lisuo, not so much helping as adding to the chaos there. Later, her aunt gave her a piece of noodles and told her to go to the side and play by herself. She used that piece of flour to pinch a little lamb that was not like four, because she belonged to a sheep. Later, the sheep was put into a steamer by my cousin and steamed, and she was reluctant to eat it.

Having said that, the emperor seems to be ...... Tiger?

So what do you say about the current situation? Won't it become a sheep into the mouth of a tiger?

She couldn't help but laugh and ate a plate of dumplings, but she didn't dare to eat too much at night, because the snow outside was slippery, and she couldn't go out for a walk, and she couldn't restrain herself if she ate too much.

The emperor also enjoyed eating very much. It's not that I haven't eaten dumplings before, but this food also has to pay attention to the right time, place and people. It's time of day, and now it's the winter solstice again. In terms of location, he is very comfortable in the Lingering Fragrance Pavilion, and sometimes he even feels more comfortable than in the Changning Palace.

If you want to talk about people, who is with him by his side, this is the most important thing.

In the past, I always heard people say that dumplings are round, but eating dumplings in the past never made him feel happy reunion.

But today feels different than it used to be.

He has a person by his side who is serious about eating dumplings with him.

After eating and washing their hands, the two sat under the lamp. The emperor took a book from the bookshelf and looked through it, but his mind was not on the book.

Qinghe retreated after studying the ink, and Xie Ning sat in front of the bookcase to write.

The emperor looked up at her from time to time.

She was very attentive when she wrote, her face reflected by the candlelight, and her skin was delicate and had a hazy luster like a pearl.

What is she writing about? It's not like copying scriptures, nor is it a temporary post.

The emperor simply put down the book in his hand and went around her back to read it.

She's writing about today's events.

I got up early and lay in bed for a while, and after I got up, I retched for a while, and I wanted to eat oil flour cake for breakfast, so I ordered the kitchen to make it. But when the kitchen rushed to make it, she didn't want to eat it, but the taro paste sent with the oil flour cake was mixed with starch and milk, and she felt hungry when she smelled it, and ate a bowl of it.

Also, the new palace maid secretly made a fat snowman, only a foot tall, and used small beans to make eyes for the snowman, and twisted red paper for the snowman to wear. Today I got two hand stoves and ate delicious dumplings.

"How do you write this?"

When the emperor saw her writing this, the first thing that came to his mind was the living note.

As the Son of Heaven, every move is recorded at all times, even when he was in the Changning Palace. It's a rare time to relax in the Lingering Pavilion.

It's just that he didn't expect her to write down her own affairs, although they are all trivial things.

Xie Ning finished writing the last word, put down the pen, and the emperor took the paper and looked at it.

"The concubine is afraid that she will forget." Shainin said frankly: "After today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I may still remember." By next month, it may be a blurry memory. When I think back to today by this time next year, I don't remember anything. I'm not serious about remembering, I remember two strokes when I'm happy, and forget if I'm not happy. She lowered her head and gently rubbed her already slightly convex lower abdomen with her hand: "The concubine also wants to write down the child's affairs." Has he grown up again? When will he move? When he is born and grows up, I will be able to turn it over and read it as if I had gone through it all over again. ”

Xie Ning said to herself in her heart: If the emperor and her were not the same as now, she could also capture the sweet and precious memories of the past from these words.

The emperor stunned her speech.

He didn't expect that she was thinking so.

After a while, the emperor asked her, "How much have you written?" ”

"Not much." Shainin said: "It's only seven or eight, right? When you have saved enough, you will nail it into a book and save it. The concubine was thinking while writing, in fact, these records were like running accounts, what they ate and played, and they were dry and meaningless. ”

"Why is it just a sentence about me here?"

Of course, he didn't know how to say it, but he did look for his mark between the lines, intentionally or unintentionally. But Xie Ning didn't say more than half a word except writing that he ate dumplings with the emperor for dinner.

"Concubines don't dare to act so boldly." She can't take care of her own affairs, but if she records the emperor's whereabouts carefully, this is not what her identity should do.

"Make a note of that, too." The emperor pressed his hands on her shoulders and took the woman in his arms: "Maybe in the future, you will read this to the child." ”

Xie Ning responded, she understood what the emperor meant.

The emperor held her, Xie Ning leaned on his arms, and the two of them didn't say anything for a while.

"If you miss home, just send a letter back and let them come into the palace to see you."

Shainin was surprised and delighted: "Really? ”

The emperor smiled and nodded.

Shainin fell into ecstasy, and he couldn't wait to write a letter home immediately.

How many times before did she want to write, but there was no way to deliver, and it was not easy for the people, things, and news in the palace to get out of the palace. How envious she used to be of those whose homes were in the capital, although she had to bother to ask for help, but she could still inquire about the news at home, and even send money and goods. And her hometown is far enough away from the capital, how much she wants to know about the things at home in the past few years. She wanted to know if her uncle was married, and if he was still alone and at home all year round. She wants to know if her eldest cousin has a child after she gets married, her eldest cousin has just gotten married before she entered the palace, and now it has been almost three years, and she should also hold the doll.

She wanted to know if her uncle and aunt were in good health and whether the family was going well. I want to know if my cousin is married.

She wanted to know everything.

As for herself, she didn't have much to talk about. I have been silent in the Lingering Pavilion for more than two years, and now looking back, I don't quite remember how the days came at that time, and it seems that every day is a repetition of the previous day's life.