Gu Xuan's craftsmanship is really good, and later the big bag that Qiu Ying brought back not only made osmanthus cakes under his hands, but even developed many novel pastries through the general knowledge, which made He Qianwei admire.

She asked Ruolan to send the common osmanthus cakes to each palace respectively, and then stuffed a few more osmanthus cakes and side snacks into the emperor's Qinzheng Palace and the prince's East Palace, and enjoyed the gluttonous feast with peace of mind.

In such a prosaic and uneventful daily triviality, the Mid-Autumn Festival is in a blink of an eye.

The royal family is not prosperous, but in this family gathering place, the palace is still lit up according to the previous rules, and the decorations with a festive atmosphere are arranged everywhere, and the palace people who come and go always have smiles on their faces.

Every festival, the masters of each palace will more or less give some rewards to the people under them, not to mention, and even more will be extra generous and exempt from some errands, and allow them to make up for it after the Mid-Autumn Festival, no wonder they are so happy.

Although I still have to finish the work on the second day, I can have time to celebrate the festival during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is not a loss if I calculate carefully.

But the joy that blew like a spring breeze all over the harem and even the streets and alleys was stopped outside the Yaoguang Palace.

In the days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, He Qianwei was already wilting and not interested in anything, and after finishing the study every day, she went back to the Yaoguang Palace, shrunk on the couch by the window that she felt most comfortable, and always ignored other people and things.

Anyone could see that she was in a bad mood, but no one could come up with a good idea, so the situation was deadlocked.

For He Qianwei's sake, Mama Chen took Feijing and Qiu Ying to be in a hurry, needless to say, even Xiao Zaiyang was so worried that he traveled in class several times for nine days, and was reflected by the Taifu to the emperor.

The emperor, who was sitting firmly on the observation deck, looked like "I guessed it", and hummed reservedly to indicate that he had read it.

Then behind his back, he urged Tang Zhengde to find an unknown number of novel gadgets, while thinking about how to answer when his stupid son asked.

How else to say that the son Mo Ruo's father - the emperor had just been busy, and Xiao Zaiyang hurriedly came to the emperor and humbly asked for advice on how to do it.

The emperor said in his heart that he was really here, but he was not in a hurry to answer, but said unclearly: "You are not worried about worrying about your father?" ”

The tone was a bit sour.

Behind the two of them, the two chief eunuchs in the palace silently looked at each other, and once again unified their opinions.

“…… The son thought about it left and right, and couldn't figure out where he treated his father badly in the Mid-Autumn Festival in the past. Xiao Zaiyang had an expression that you also have to worry about, "Where did you see that I'm not worried?" ”

The emperor talked about him for a long time.

It wasn't until Xiao Zaiyang suddenly realized from Tang Zhengde's hint that he was afraid of being discovered, and repeatedly said that he had been to the Yaoguang Hall in the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, and he would definitely come to the Qinzheng Hall to accompany his old father who worked hard for state affairs as usual, that the emperor coughed a few times with satisfaction, ready to say something serious.

So is it really because of this? Who is the child?

Xiao Zaiyang looked at the childish performance of his father, and thought back to the careful thinking that turned several corners like a boudoir woman, and felt that the words he was going to hear next might not be so useful.

But he just thinks about it, after all, although the emperor always likes to tease his son on weekdays, he is still very reliable when he should be serious.

So Xiao Zaiyang patiently listened to the emperor's 100 reasons for the Mid-Autumn Festival customs and rules, and in the end, he even knew the process of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the harem.

It's actually quite ridiculous to think about this scene. After all, among these two people, one is the son of heaven, and the other is the prince who was canonized when he was a child, but they got together and discussed with a serious expression how to make He Qianwei spend the Mid-Autumn Festival happily, which was quite a feeling of killing chickens with a knife.

Ji Xiu had absolutely no doubt that if anyone happened to be nearby and was lucky enough to see this scene, most of them would think that something big had happened to Daqi, so that the Son of Heaven and the prince frowned again and again.

It's a pity that when the emperor and the crown prince meet, they always retreat from all the inconsequential subordinates, leaving only one henchman by their side, and there is even the Imperial Forest Army guarding outside, so Ji Xiu can only think about it.

It's not because the two of them always talk about secrets that can't be revealed easily, it's just that they want to protect the emperor's image of being unintimidating and decisive when he is outside.

After all, the emperor's temperament when he talked to Xiao Zaiyang was really ...... It's hard to put into words.

Back to the point.

During the period when Ji Xiu bowed his head and slipped away, the emperor had already talked about why he wanted to hold the Mid-Autumn Festival in the palace at the beginning to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquets over the years, and finally returned to the specific implementation methods for Yaoguang Hall and He Qianwei, which was almost to the end.

I only heard that the emperor finally put an end to the previous tirade and concluded: "...... In short, even if it doesn't work out the way it works, it won't do anything bad, and that's exactly what I said. ”

Seeing Xiao Zaiyang's half-believing look, the emperor felt that his son would lose his cuteness when he grew up, and he felt that his father was omnipotent when he was a child, so he gritted his teeth and squeezed out another sentence.

"That little girl is depressed because of something, you can just find it somewhere to make up for it."

This sentence sounded much more reliable, so Xiao Zaiyang nodded happily, bowed perfunctorily and walked out after retreating, ready to prepare for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The emperor who was left alone was incompetent and furious.

Because of this, although everyone in Yaoguang Hall was busy with the errand at hand on the surface, they actually prepared a lot under the command of Xiao Zaiyang behind their backs, just waiting to give He Qianwei some work.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, small-scale fireworks can be set off in the palace as usual, and He Qianwei is still on the small couch where she feels very satisfied, holding a book of soldiers and slowly flipping through it.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, and He Qianwei was also pulled back to her thoughts by the sound of fireworks outside the window, and her eyes patrolled the hall.

Ruolan and Mama Chen moved a small stool not far away and got together to be a female celebrity; Autumn Shadow and Feijing were also head to head, but they were just those Luban locks before the study.

And the other palace maids also have their own tasks, standing or sitting in the hall.

She looked at the various beings in this way, put the scroll in her hand on the case, and finally remembered in a trance that the Mid-Autumn Festival she had been avoiding had arrived.

Although she didn't want to live yes, He Qianwei didn't have the habit of forcing others to accompany her, she cleared her throat and was about to speak, but a group of chamberlains and palace maids suddenly poured in outside, all holding things they didn't know what they were, and as soon as they came in, they scattered and got busy, and those palace maids who were originally sticking to their posts also followed suit, completely ignoring the master He Qianwei who was at the head and didn't say a word.

The changes in front of her were too mysterious, and before He Qianwei could react, she saw Xiao Zaiyang, who had finally stepped into the hall, walking towards her slowly, holding a cushioned basket in her hand.

"Your Highness, what are you doing......?"

He Qianwei asked, and at the same time, she also stood up and prepared to take the initiative to walk over.

But Xiao Zaiyang suddenly sped up, and pressed her to the seat with his free hand before He Qianwei moved.

"I did something that was cut first and then played, and I came to ask for sin."

He replied without any psychological burden, and handed the basket he was holding to He Qianwei: "Apologize." ”

He Qianwei was full of inexplicability, but out of trust in Xiao Zaiyang, she still subconsciously took it and looked inside.

The next second, she spoke out in surprise.

"Kittens?!"

In the basket, a snow-white kitten was lying on its stomach among the soft satin, and a pair of eyes flashed blue as if they had just opened.

He Qianwei couldn't resist the scene in front of her at all, and immediately wanted to get started.

When she touched the kitten's head, she suddenly remembered her strange constitution that was not welcomed, but unfortunately it was too late to stop, so she had to prepare to be scratched.

Who knew that the cat not only had no intention of resisting at all, but even rubbed He Qianwei's palm instinctively.

She was amazed and delighted.

Xiao Zaiyang was also relieved when he saw this scene, and had the opportunity to explain: "A few years ago, Xiao Guojin presented a snow-white cat, saying that it was called a Bhullar cat. My father didn't have the heart to raise it, so he simply threw it to Concubine Shu, who likes cats, and it happened that a few days ago it gave birth to a kitten, so I borrowed one from Concubine Shu. ”

"It's not afraid of me." He Qianwei listened to Xiao Zaiyang's words, and couldn't help but nod her finger at the little guy named Bhullar cat, "This is the first time that a cat is willing to get close to me." ”

"After all, it was imported from outside the territory, and it is normal to be different from local cats."

Xiao Zaiyang replied, raised his hand and gently touched He Qianwei's shoulder, and said, "Sit down first." ”

He Qianwei obediently moved to the table and lightly put the basket on top, for fear of disturbing the kitten inside.

The speed of the palace people was extremely fast, and at the moment when the two of them lowered their heads and talked, they had already arranged the Yaoguang Hall simply according to the plan, and where they needed to go back and forth, even Mama Chen and the others retreated to the corner, looking at the two masters with a smile.

was stared at by several people, He Qianwei should have reacted no matter what, and picked up the previous topic at that time.

"I know you may have come to bring me a cat, but ......," she said, raising her hand and pointing at the decoration of the temple, "what are you doing?" ”

"It's the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Xiao Zaiyang's answer was like a stream.

“…… I can understand why you did that......"

He Qianwei has always been a polite and good girl, Xiao Zaiyang was full of thought for herself, and sent cats and helped decorate the Yaoguang Palace, she didn't say anything bad about the scenery, she just complained with an indescribable face, and then thanked her seriously.

"That's not necessary." Xiao Zaiyang waved his hand again and again, "If you want to thank me, you can be happy." ”

He Qianwei smiled and looked away, staring at the kitten again.

"Actually, I was quite sad before." She said.

"But now, I'm in a little bit better."