The master was carried away by the sedan chair of Cheng'en, and of course he would not come back at night. Qinghe took the lamp and finally looked at the house, the window was closed, the curtain was also put down, and the things used by the master during the day were all neatly packed, and then he went out with the lamp.

She and Qingmei live in the backyard, and usually the two of them take turns to go to the master's house for the night, and they are idle when the master goes to accompany the driver.

It turned out that when he was first assigned here, the master had only two and a half rooms. One is the master's bedroom, and the small half of the room is for Qinghe and Qingmei. Later, one died in this courtyard, Liu Cairen also left, and the houses were vacated, and Qinghe and the two of them finally didn't have to huddle together with their master.

There are two of them living in this house, Qingmei is timid, and two lamps are lit inside and outside the house.

Qinghe extinguished one without saying a word.

There are two people in the house, and I don't care if the lamp is lit and a few green plums are lit.

"Sister Qinghe, wash your face, I've made all the water. Don't go out and splash water after you wash it, and then splash it tomorrow morning when I get up to fetch water. ”

Qinghe rolled up her sleeves to wash her face, and Qingmei stood aside and handed her a hand towel.

Qinghe shook the water in his hand and straightened his waist, took the handkerchief to wipe his face, and flicked it on Qingmei's head: "Burn you." Life is just getting by, and you are infected with extravagance? There are lights inside and outside the house, and it costs a lot of gas. ”

Qingmei said with a smile: "In the past, you had to deduct a little bit when you sent something, and it was best to deduct 20%. Now it's all delivered in full, and there's more. There are few people in our yard, so we can't use it up. ”

Yes, this is called the rising tide and the chicken and dog ascending to heaven.

Doesn't that seem to be what the original words say? No matter how much, it just means the same anyway.

Why does Aome want to light up more? This Qinghe knows. At that time, there were three people living in Yingxiang Pavilion at a time, in addition to his own master and Liu Cairen, there was also a talented person surnamed Wang. Not long after she moved in, she couldn't afford to get sick. After she was gone, Liu Cairen probably felt that this place was unfortunate and tried to move away.

At that time, the Wang Cairen lived opposite, and since she was gone, and the palace people who served her were gone, the house had been locked. Qingmei is timid, she is fine during the day, but she is always afraid to look at the door of the house at night, even if she is urgent, she will hold back, but she doesn't dare to open the door in the middle of the night.

Qinghe is not as timid as her. What year did not die in this palace? Which palace hasn't had anyone die? If you are really so timid, how can you live?

The two of them washed up and lay down, blowing out the lamp at the head of the bed. Today the moon is good, and the windows are shining with white light.

Qingmei leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "The master should have already given the sachet to the emperor, right?" I don't know if the emperor likes it. If you want me to say, how good it is to embroider flowers and birds on the sachet, our master embroidered such a thing, is this appropriate? ”

The green lotus lies upright, and the hands are folded on the lower abdomen. Qingmei admires her. It's not very good to talk about the rules when she's awake, and Sister Qinghe doesn't forget to follow the rules even when she falls asleep, which is amazing.

Qinghe closed his eyes and said, "I guess the emperor will like it." ”

Qingmei has always believed and accepted her words unconditionally. Since Sister Qinghe said so, the emperor will definitely like it.

Qingmei didn't understand.

In fact, whether the level of doing is good or not, whether the embroidered pattern is beautiful or not, this is not the key. The important thing is whether the emperor likes the master or not. If you like it, then the master will praise the emperor for his ingenuity even if he sends a rag. If you don't like this person, it won't work to send anything.

"In the past few days, there have been people hanging around in front of our door and behind the house," Qingmei yawned, with a deep sleepiness in her voice: "I don't know what they are hanging around, do you still expect to see the emperor in front of our door?" ”

Those people blindly curry favor in front of their masters, as if they are long-lost sisters with their masters.

Actually, what are they for? Don't you expect the master to mention them in front of the emperor?

But why should the master be used by them like this? Why do you want to bring them to share their pets? Isn't this taking people for fools?

The master is now being favored, and he is being targeted by those people.

But such a favor is always like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water, which is too vain and unreal.

It's different if you have a child. Even if the saint is no longer in the future, there is a child to rely on, and it is good to survive the rest of his life in this palace.

In the Changning Palace, Xie Ning leaned against the bedpost, combed his hands, straightened his hair, and braided it into three strands.

Her hair was very messy just now, and if she really spent the night like this, she didn't know how much effort it would take to get it in order tomorrow.

The emperor watched her braid her black green silk hair, and her jade-like fingers lined her black hair, the black ones were blacker, and the white ones were whiter.

"I'll try."

Shainin looked back at him, smiled and moved back, handing his hair to him.

It is always easier to comb braids than thrushes, and the emperor also saw that she had braided more than half of her, and after a little pondering, he got started smoothly and finished the remaining half of the braid for her.

The braid is braided, that is, the strength of the two hands is different, this braid is loose and tight, and it is obvious that the style has changed greatly from the middle.

After braiding his hair, Xie Ning lay down again.

The emperor's fingers gently wrapped around the ends of her hair, feeling the silky green silk wrap between her fingers.

"Why did you suddenly remember to make a sachet for me?"

Xie Ning whispered: "This is the most convenient, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it as another concubine." ”

"Really? I see that your sachet is very good, next time you can make some side one, well, a little bigger than the sachet. ”

If you make it bigger, the difficulty will have to be doubled. But the emperor said so, and she had no choice but to come down: "Then the concubine went back and tried to make a pair of socks?" ”

"Why socks?"

The emperor did not receive needlework made by the harem concubines, most of them were sachets, many belts and robes, and some made shoes and boots.

But it's true that no one has ever delivered socks before.

"After all, the socks are still small, and the big objects are too difficult, and the concubines can't do them for a while. Besides, the socks are worn inside, even if they are ugly, only the emperor himself knows, and others will not see them. In this way, the concubine has done her best, but she will not be ridiculed for being ugly. ”

The emperor amused her, hooked her braid and pulled it back slightly: "Your cleverness is all used here, right?" This is pure opportunism. ”

Shainin turned his head and tried to save his braids: "What can be done about this?" If the concubine has real materials, she naturally doesn't need to be tricky, and she can't wait for others to see it, so she can boast about her skills. After a pause, she couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't worry, the emperor will be careful and careful, and the two socks must be made to the average size as much as possible." ”

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╮( ̄▽ ̄)╭Happy Christmas, everyone?