"Yes." Aunt Mu walked out of the main hall and saw Fu Zifei standing outside the door with a shocked face, she didn't even think to dodge when she saw her coming, knowing that Fu Zifei just heard what she just said, and she couldn't say anything, nodded lightly, and quickly walked away.

Fu Zifei looked at the thick sky, and his whole person was cold. No one had ever told her that the little emperor who sat on the dragon chair in the Chongzheng Hall and laughed when he met her would be such a cruel person. Although she has occasionally heard the news of the death of palace people since entering the palace, she has never heard of such a cruel and tyrannical death.

She felt that she had been deceived and had fallen victim to it. She clutched her handkerchief tightly, trying to find a way for herself to live.

On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, celebrate the New Year, sacrifice the stove, sweep the dust, and eat the stove sugar.

The atmosphere of the festival in the Zhuangzi of Daguan is far thicker and more vivid than the capital, in the capital, whether it is the palace or the prime minister's mansion, or the palace, the festival is like a finely carved jade, looking luxurious but not angry, step by step, every move has rules and regulations. It's not like it's in the grand view, up and down, children and adults are laughing and laughing, the smell of wine and meat wafts everywhere in the kitchen, and from time to time there will be one or two crisp firecrackers on the ridges, and even the chickens, ducks and livestock have become much happier than usual.

Mingzhu watched Mama Zheng cut the window flowers, and wanted to cut them when she saw it, but was stopped by everyone, saying that pregnant women couldn't touch the knife and scissors, so she had to hold her cheeks and watch the excitement.

Yuwen Chu saw that she was bored, so he called her over: "Let people prepare paper and pencils, and let's write Spring Festival couplets for everyone." ”

Mingzhu was happy at this time, and hurriedly asked people to lay out two sets of paper and pencils, she wanted to compete with Yu Wenchu to see who could write more and better. Seeing this, Mama Zheng gave Su Jin a look, Su Jin smiled and withdrew, and told the people in Zhuangzi about it, without a while, everyone knew about it, and there were so many people who asked for the Spring Festival couplets for a while, and there must be hundreds of people to say the least.

Mingzhu was stunned when he saw this posture, but because he had already boasted about Haikou, he could only write hard. Yu Wenchu didn't care, he was very calm.

The two of them put on a posture to write faster than anyone, Yuwen is used to writing, his wrist strength is good, and he writes quickly. Mingzhu still relied on his good memory before, but all the couplets he had seen were remembered, and after writing a few pictures in a row with great interest, he found that something was wrong, neither as well written by Yu Wenchu, nor as fast as him, and the content was not seen by him, so he immediately sat down on the chair and shouted: "I can't write, I can't write." ”

Yuwen Chu glanced at her, knowing what was going on with her, he pushed her to the table with a smile and stuffed the pen into her hand: "So many people are waiting, you boasted about Haikou, and now you have to regret it?" I'm not afraid of them being sad. ”

Mingzhu Sarai: "My hands are sore, and I fell into my neck last night." ”

Yu Wenchu asked: "Where is the acid?" I'll rub it for you. Otherwise, let Tang Chun come and give you a few stitches. ”

Mingzhu couldn't hide, so she had to roll her eyes and gasp: "So much, where can I finish writing!" Then hugged Yu Wenchu's arm and coquettishly said: "Your Highness writes, Your Highness writes better than me, and they must like Your Highness's writing more." ”

Yuwen Chu made a face and said, "Nonsense! What they wanted was written by the princess. If you don't believe me, ask them. ”

Mama Zheng and the others knew that he was trying to make Mingzhu happy, so they joked: "Really, at least the slaves and maids want the princess to write it." ”

"Look, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Yu Wenchu pressed the paper very thoughtfully.

Mingzhu had no choice but to say: "Then I will write as much as I want, and His Royal Highness will write the rest." ”

Yu Wenchu smiled: "Okay." ”

Mingzhu wrote more than ten more paintings, and always felt tired, so he slipped aside to drink water and watch Yuwen Chu write couplets.

At this time, the sky outside the window is blue and white, the sun is shining, the brazier in the room is burning red and bright, the fresh citrus exudes a fragrance, and Yuwen sitting at the desk reflects the sky at the beginning, adding more handsomeness, calm like a mountain, which makes people trust and admire.

The more Mingzhu looked at it, the more he felt that he couldn't see enough, so he simply put a water cup on his cheeks and stared at him brightly.

Mama Zheng noticed it, smiled and beckoned the girls to all gently withdraw. In this way, there was no one to study the ink and dry the couplet, and Mingzhu stood up and silently helped him to study the ink and dry the couplet.

Yu Wenchu wrote very seriously. After writing a thick stack of paper, no one handed the paper in time, so he said, "Bring the paper." Looking back, Mingzhu was squatting on the ground and hurriedly messing with the paper, and when he saw him, he smiled at him embarrassedly: "That, my hand slipped accidentally, and all the cut paper fell to the ground." ”

"What about the others?" Yu Wenchu walked over to help her clean up the paper, and saw that the cuffs on her hands were full of red and ink stains on the red paper, so he coaxed her and said, "Wipe your face, it's a flower here." ”

Mingzhu was convinced, raised his hand and wiped it on his face, and then smeared red and black, still at a loss, and asked him, "How is it?" Okay? ”

"And here." Yu Wenchu pointed to her forehead and the other cheek very seriously.

Mingzhu wiped it next to each other, wiped a big flower face, and smiled at him: "How is it?" ”

"That's it." Yu Wenchu put the paper away neatly and stacked it on the table, and beckoned her over: "Come, continue to study ink for me." Let me also enjoy the taste of red sleeves. ”

Mingzhu made him laugh: "You're so beautiful, didn't I keep grinding ink and handing you paper just now?" I didn't even notice it. Before the words fell, I saw Yu Wenchu looking at her and smiling mysteriously, and couldn't help but be very strange: "What are you laughing at?" ”

"I didn't laugh at anything, I just thought you were good-looking." Yuwen Chu took her and kissed her on the face.

Mingzhu blushed slightly, hugged him generously and kissed him on the lips. After kissing, I was about to say a few more obedient words to coax him, but I saw him smile mysteriously at him again, and I couldn't help but wonder: "What are you laughing at?" ”

Yu Wenchu corrected the hairpin for her: "I think you look good, and your heart is beautiful." Then he continued to bow his head and write the couplet, and greeted her solemnly: "Take this couplet over there and let it dry." ”

"Whoa." Mingzhu ran back and forth, occasionally boasting dogleggedly: "Our Highness's handwriting is really good." Or, "How can there be so many couplets Your Highness?" It's not from books, it's my own thoughts, it's amazing......"

Yu Wenchu enjoyed her flattery and big face, and felt very happy, this was probably the most relaxed moment in these days.

Mama Zheng sent the caramel that had just come out of the pot, and when she was surprised to see Mingzhu's appearance, she couldn't help but be startled, and quietly pointed it out to Mingzhu. Mingzhu reacted, and was immediately very annoyed, sent Mama Zheng away, and fed Yuwenchu with the starch candy: "The starch candy that has just come out of the pot is delicious, Your Highness taste a little." ”