On the day of the winter solstice, although the emperor said that it would not be done much, it would still be done if it was not big, and a palace banquet was set up in Qingfeng Palace, and the concubines of the rank had a place.

Xie Ning was holding her eight-treasure lotus hand stove, she was sitting in a good position, there were four brocade screens in front of the oblique to block the wind through the hall, and it was clear to look at the singing and dancing on the stage in front of her.

On her left is Li Zhaorong, and on her right is Liang Meiren. Li Zhaorong has been taking good care of her very well today, of course, this kindness may not be directed at her personally, perhaps because the emperor always pays attention to this corner from time to time.

Shainin thought that maybe she lived the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Li Zhaorong softly explained to her the song and dance that is being performed on the stage, saying that the person who wrote the lyrics is very famous, and how soft and moving the words are.

Shainin listened a little absent-mindedly.

It was said to be a dumpling feast, but the dumplings were served at the end of the banquet, and they looked beautiful, but they already made people lose their appetite. Although the singing and dancing after the palace banquet are good-looking, she doesn't feel new after a few songs, but she worries about these servants on the stage.

The weather is so cold, there was a snow last night, although the snow has stopped today, but the day is even colder, when I go out in the morning, I take a breath, I only feel cold to my heart and lungs.

The wind after the snow seems to have a damp, sweet smell.

But it's also really cold.

Li Zhaorong said that the people who wrote the lyrics drank too much wine and fell asleep under the flowers and trees by the stream, and there were fairies falling asleep, apricot blossom fairies, peach blossom fairies and begonia fairies, all of which were charming and enchanting, and danced. Xie Ning thought, the Begonia Fairy was wearing such a thin dance dress, and a large part of the light gauze clothes were hollowed out, the beauty was really beautiful, and Xie Ning was always worried that she would freeze.

Qinghe took down the hand stove and added charcoal and took it back, and when he got closer, he found that the master covered a yawn by the action of serving the tea bowl.

Must be tired.

Qinghe whispered with the help of handing over the stove: "Does the master want to go back?" I'll call Hu Rong. ”

"No," Shainin said, "this is about to disperse." ”

Until now, no one has left the table in advance, and even the sick Concubine Xian is still sitting firmly in her position and has not moved, she wants to leave, and others are afraid that she will put up a shelf because she is pregnant, and even Concubine Xian Shufei will not take it seriously.

Qinghe was a little anxious, afraid that sitting like this for most of the day and turning around would hinder her body, this woman with a body is different from ordinary people.

Xie Ning thought about it, stood up with her hand, and said hello to Li Zhaorong and Liang Meiren, saying that she was going to change clothes.

It's a little tired from sitting, so take this opportunity to stretch.

Qinghe helped her to help her called a sturdy, and she was about to be erected.

Out of the warm pavilion, the cold wind blew on the face, which made people feel refreshed.

Xie Ning was wearing an ivory shell-collared palace dress on top today, and a dark stone red skirt underneath. This color looks dull in the house, but when it comes out, it is reflected by the snow all over the place, and the red looks so pure and fresh, and the corners of the skirt sway slightly like water waves when you walk, like a red flower blooming in the snow.

Now that I've come out, I don't want to go in again. To be honest, the smell in the warm pavilion is not good, and the smell of all kinds of fat powder and oil mixed with pastries and wine is really uncomfortable. Just the smell of fat powder or the smell of wine and food, that's nothing, but these two flavors are simply Jing Wei will be mixed up and will be pungent and greasy together.

Xie Ning felt that his nose was not so bright before, probably because he was pregnant, he was extremely sensitive, and he didn't eat a few bites in it just now, even so, he still felt that there was something in his stomach, and he always wanted to toss up.

She really didn't want to go in, and when she entered the warm pavilion, she had to suffer from the mixed smell.

Qinghe is now in a dilemma, and the master is unwilling to go back to the Lingering Fragrance Pavilion, so he can't stay outside all the time, how cold it is, and the road is slippery. But when you go in, you see that the master is languishing inside, and you are obviously tired of it.

Suddenly, someone behind him said, "Is this Xie Meiren?" ”

Qinghe was almost startled, and she didn't hear any footsteps.

Shainin turned his head away.

Zhao Ling, who was wearing a green cloth jacket, saluted very respectfully: "Look at you from afar, and say hello to Xie Meiren." After the last Yanning Palace banquet, I heard that you were happy, but I never had the opportunity to congratulate you. ”

"Don't be polite." Xie Ning treated her very kindly: "How many punches and kicks did you get last time?" Are all the injuries healed? ”

Zhao Ling said gratefully: "It's been well for a long time, but I hurt a little flesh and skin, and I didn't have a scar." ”

"That's good. I saw that the step you gave was shaken, the gift was too heavy, and I deserved it. ”

"What do you say?" Zhao Ling hurriedly explained: "If I hadn't met you that day, I wouldn't have been able to save my life, and Gonggong Ye wouldn't have instructed the imperial doctor to go to see someone from the Jiaofang Division." We don't have anything good to get our hands on, so we can only show our hearts with a small courtesy. ”

"It's just a coincidence, you don't have to think about it all the time." Xie Ning saw that she didn't have heavy makeup on her face, and her hair was not combed seriously: "You don't have to go on stage today?" ”

Zhao Ling explained: "I don't have my song today, I'm just going to help take care of it." She raised her head and looked at Xie Ning's face seriously: "Look at you outside for a while, is it too noisy inside and you are uncomfortable?" ”

Qinghe felt that this woman was a little too clever, a bit of a snake with a stick. Palace maids generally look down on these servants of the Teaching Workshop Division, not to mention that Zhao Ling is still the lowest rank among the servants. She has a relationship with her master, and she must have other plans, Qinghe doesn't want her master to have a relationship with a woman of such an identity, not to mention that she may still be thinking about other ideas.

"If you want to rest quietly, there's a room here." Zhao Ling pointed behind him: "There are two rooms on the west side of the apse, if you don't dislike it, you can go over and rest first." ”

Qinghexin said that of course it won't work! The master is now a delicate body with a lot of money, how can he go to the place where he doesn't know the roots? Besides, Qinghe guessed that the house she said was the place in the Qingfeng Hall for the servants to stay temporarily today, how could she let the master go to that kind of place?

Fortunately, she heard Shainin continue: "No need, it's not good if you don't go in." ”

She didn't think about it like Qinghe, she thought that she had indeed been out for a long time, and if she didn't go back, she was afraid that the people in the warm pavilion would come out to find her.

Qinghe helped Xie Ning to go back, thank God Zhao Ling was still quite knowledgeable, and she retired after the master refused. If she dares to entangle her again, Qinghe will really give her a good look.

At the corner outside the palace gate, Xie Ning and the others met Concubine Xian, who had already left the table and retired.

Concubine Xian is skinny, and her face should have been blurred with rouge, so she looks white and red, but when she looks at her eyes, she knows that her real situation is by no means as good as it is whitewashed.

Her eyes were yellow and devoid of brilliance, as if they were covered with a mask.