At the end of each year, I am absolutely lonely, and everyone is busy with the New Year, so I am the only one who is idle and has nothing to do. I want to help, but I am often disliked, my mother thinks that I am too young to tell me to do things, and my aunts dislike me and get in the way, and never dare to let me do things, so I have to be idle and do nothing.

The sun was fine today, so I moved a chair and sat in the yard basking in the sun.

I have nothing to do in the past few days, and I have to start preparing for the draft after the New Year, and my fate is no longer my own......

At this time, I heard a mocking voice behind me, "What are you in a daze?" The people who are going to enter the palace are still like this all day long? ”

I looked back and saw that it was my brother, who was looking at me with a smile on his face, a slight lazy mockery on his face. When I saw his smiling face, I was not happy. Is this when I'm thinking about spring?! "This is my last year at home, can't you be nicer to me?" After speaking, he tilted his head unhappily and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

When he heard this, he burst out laughing, and said, "I'll just say, you've been sad all these days." Actually, you don't have to worry, with Amma's status in the court today, the emperor's fancy for our family, and Aunt Su Ma's care for you, you will definitely be in danger in this draft. ”

I smiled helplessly, "That's what I said. However, the draft is all decided by divine will...... If only ......"

My brother suddenly looked up to the sky, as if my worries were too unnecessary. "Okay, my little girl, don't worry, these things will be some more days."

Come to think of it, the draft will at least wait for the New Year, and now there are still some days before the New Year, why am I so worried.

"Give!" My brother pulled a letter out of his sleeve and shook it in front of my eyes.

I can see that it is Yinxiang's handwriting, I haven't seen him for a few days, and I don't know if he is okay, and I don't know if the thing that I promised to go to Zuixianlou to play is still counted. "Thank you, brother."

The elder brother smiled and said nothing, shook his head slightly, sighed again and said, "The female is not left." ”

I thought he should have misunderstood, but I didn't bother to pay attention to him, so I took the letter back to the house.

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"On the fifteenth day of the first month, Drunken Immortal Building, Yinxiang." Nine words, it's really concise enough.

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After all, the Spring Festival is still coming, everyone is jubilant, but I can't be happy at all, the more lively the place, the more gloomy my my heart. If it weren't for Yinxiang's Lantern Festival, I wish I would never come on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

However, no matter how unwilling I am, no matter how unhappy I am, I still ushered in the thirty-ninth year of Kangxi.

There are all kinds of celebrations in the Forbidden City every year, because of the special relationship with Aunt Su Mala, I have also participated in a lot, over the years, I have long lost the freshness at the beginning, and now I blindly escape, if I don't name it, I don't want to go at all. And last year, there was a matter of the prince on the plug, and now I can't go to the palace if I can.

A few days ago, Ama received the holy decree to make an exception for our family to go to the palace to participate in the Spring Festival family banquet, although we were reluctant to go, but the holy decree had been made, and we couldn't help but go.

When the day came, the lazy Lai didn't get up until three o'clock in the morning to freshen up, so Qiaohui and Runxue casually found a pair of clothes, combed their hair, and then slowly followed Ama Eniang into the palace.

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PS: There are always likes and dislikes in writing novels

I've hit a bottleneck these days, and I'm heartbroken.

Writing is getting slower.

Alas......