Feng Miao bypassed the small corridor, and at the other end of the corridor where she chased Aunt Cui was the ear room of the Fengyi Palace, and the four maids of the Shangshan Palace sent by the imperial dining room, along with the dishes simmering in the small red clay stove, were waiting in the ear room. The Empress Dowager didn't like the mixed smell of food residues, so she specially opened this ear room to wait for the food to be served.

To do it before Aunt Cui came out of the ear room, she thought so, and her steps were a little faster. When he was near the end, he tripped over the threshold without paying attention, Feng Miao raised his hand to help the vermilion lacquer pillar, but the place where his hand touched was not the hard texture of the pillar.

When I raised my eyes, I saw Feng Dan reaching out and holding her arm, "Sister, be careful." ”

Feng Dan always has a smiling face on weekdays, and even to slaves and servants, he has always been polite. Feng Miao was neither particularly disgusted nor close to him, and stood up straight and replied, "Thank you, eldest prince." ”

"You're like Qing'er, why don't you just call me big brother? Why bother to see the outside. Feng Dan stood in the corridor with a smile.

Feng Miao remembered Feng Qing's words scolding her, "My brothers all have titles, what is your brother", a stubbornness surged up in her heart, and said to Feng Dan, "I don't dare to compare with the young lady who came out, if there is nothing else, the slave and maid have to pass the food to the eldest prince." ”

Feng Dan touched his nose and shook his head, took out something from his arms, and handed it to Feng Miao, "Mother gave birth to three of our brothers in a row before she got Qing'er, it is inevitable that she will be pampered, you should be a sister and take care of her." ”

Feng Miao didn't want to accept his things, and was about to refuse, but Feng Dan had already unfolded the paper roll. On the gilded peach blossom paper, a sentence from Xiao Yali in the Book of Poetry is neatly transcribed. Lishu font, the brushstrokes are not very mature, there are several incoherent places between the outlines, but the structure is already the same. Feng Miao only glanced at it and recognized that it was the font of her younger brother Feng Shu.

A-Niang once said that when her daughter's family practices calligraphy, she must practice italics, and take it dignified and meticulous; When men practice calligraphy, they must practice Lishu and take their demeanor. Feng Miao's eyes were slightly moist, and those few lines of words gradually became blurred in a pool of water vapor, "Are you okay with Mother and Ashu?" ”

"It's all right, last night, my brother knew that I was going to enter the palace, so he specially wrote this for me and asked me to bring it to you." Feng Dan put the paper into her hand, "If I am at home, I will always take care of them." ”

Feng Miao wiped her eyes and bowed down again, but this time, she thanked her from the bottom of her heart. A-Niang and her younger brother are good, she also has to live well, and she can't give up easily when she encounters anything.

Fortunately, Feng Dan couldn't leave the table for too long, and when Feng Miao put away the paper, Aunt Cui hadn't come out of the ear room yet. She trotted two steps with the corner of her skirt, and suddenly heard Aunt Cui's voice, "Even the small stove is carefully served, this dish is cold, and the taste is not good." ”

Feng Miao's heart tightened, and she immediately slowed down, not daring to run again, for fear of being seen out of the ordinary. She took out a white porcelain vial from the embroidered bag hanging from her waist, pinched it between her fingers and unscrewed the wooden cork. After doing this, she quietly retreated to the place where she had just spoken to Feng Dan.

Two palace maids use bamboo skewers with thick arms, fork a small red clay stove, a plain porcelain disc on the stove, the disc buckles a peach-shaped top cover, the peach leaf vein just leaves a pora, the fragrance of Qibao camel's paw, wafted out from the pores.

The palace maid is a pair of twin sisters, similar in appearance, no dishes, just looking at this "Shuangshu Fu Red Clay" is enough to be pleasing to the eye. Aunt Cui followed them two steps away, watching carefully.

Feng Miao was hidden behind the pillar, silently counting the steps of the palace maids, estimating that they were about to walk to the place where they had stopped just now, and then turned out from behind the pillar, and said in a crisp voice, "Aunt Cui, let me see if there is anything I can help with?" ”

Hearing the sound of talking, the palace maid sisters subconsciously looked up, but their steps did not stop. Sister Liangyue's feet slipped, and she screamed "ah", and her body fell backwards. The two of them were originally holding a bamboo skewer together, and her sister Yuxing had the heart to support her, but the small stove was connected to the vegetable plate, which was very heavy, and she only held the bamboo skewer at one end, and she was powerless at all, but she was carried and fell to the ground.

There was a crisp sound, and the small stove made of purple sand and red mud was broken into several pieces, and the hollow pen tube charcoal specially used to warm vegetables was splashed with sparks. Aunt Cui couldn't dodge, and was splashed on the front placket by the plate of Qibao camel paws.

Feng Miao lowered her head slightly, it was not quite the same as expected, but it was enough, she carefully bypassed the stains on the ground, and reached out to help, "Aunt Cui, it's not hot, right?" ”

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