"Emperor, Lord Chu Jiyuan's wife, the Yao family, is gone in October this year, and Mrs. Yiji and Mrs. Mi and Mrs. Shouchenghou have only received Lord Chu's daughter and granddaughter."

After a pause in the correction of the pen, Shen Shiqing raised his head and looked at the three cats who were waiting on the side.

"Yao's gone?"

The three cats shrank their chins, didn't dare to laugh, and nodded solemnly: "Yes, counting the days, it's just over a month."

"That's when I just decided to recover Chu Jiyuan."

Shen Shiqing looked at the fold in front of him, finished writing the annotations that were originally going to be written, and put the pen back on the pen stand.

The three cats carefully looked at the face of their emperor and did not dare to squeak.

The emperor's face was as usual, as if he was just a little tired from correcting the folds, raised his hand, and grinded the ink round by circle.

The ink strips rotated in the inkstone at the end of the dragon's head, and the clear water that was lit in gradually colored.

It's like a very heavy tune all the time, one after another, and again and again.

There was a soft sound, and the three cats panicked, so they listened to the emperor's order to him: "Go and call the senior female official to come over."

"Yes."

Gao Wanxin sorted out the case files in the main hall of the Qianqing Palace, and soon came to the warm pavilion.

"What does Your Majesty command?"

"I'm going to write a letter, and you write it."

"Yes."

Gao Wanxin stood still in front of the side desk on the side, raised her hand and was about to polish the ink, but saw His Majesty waving his hand:

"You come here to write, the ink is already polished."

His Majesty personally sharpens the ink?

Gao Wan's heart jumped, she glanced at His Majesty, but saw that His Majesty's expression was peaceful as usual, and she calmed down slightly, and she raised her feet and walked to the imperial case.

Rolling up her sleeves, she raised her pen and waited for His Majesty's will.

Shen Shiqing stood under the immortal tower of the Warm Pavilion, held the red wooden pillar with his hand, lowered his head and said slowly:

"Mrs. Yao, who is wise and silent, keeps etiquette, marries into the Chu house, is thrifty and diligent, only works day and night, and is respectful and slack......

Gao Wanxin wrote down what His Majesty said word by word, and she sighed in her heart when she watched the dignified pavilion body fall on the paper.

A wonderful woman, who went like this.

Shen Shiqing looked at the brick cracks on the ground, and suddenly thought of the day he married into the Xie family.

She got married in a hurry, her mother was not in good health, and her aunt was in charge of her inside and outside, on the day of the wedding, she thought that no one would come to the door, but suddenly heard Chuiyun smile and say:

"Girl, look, it's Mrs. Yao from Chu Shilang's family here."

Aunt Yao, who wears plain cloth all the year round, rarely wears a crimson shirt, and there is a golden hairpin on her head, which looks much brighter than usual.

She walked behind her with a smile and picked up the comb: "Your aunt I want to come to help, but your aunt is very good at handling both inside and out, think about it, I am a hexagonal person, can I comb Xiao Aqing's hair?"

The hexagonal is complete, that is, the in-laws are all there, the parents are still there, the husband is healthy, and the children are both complete.

Shen Shiqing looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled lightly: "There is Aunt Lao Yao."

Compared with the calluses on Ah Niang's hands, Aunt Yao's hands are another kind of coarse, with wide knuckles, dry black skin, and small chapped marks on the belly.

Not only would my father, Uncle Chu, and Uncle Li gather to compose poems, but occasionally, my mother would send a post to invite their aunts and aunts to come to the door. ….

At that time, she was not Shen Yin Shen Lizhen, who was talented and talented in front of men, but Xiao Aqing, who was held in the arms of her aunts and rubbed against her.

Compared with Aunt Mi, who likes to talk and laugh, Aunt Yao is always a little cold, not only often refusing to come to the door, but also sitting in the corner silently every time she comes.

Looking at Aunt Yao like that, Shen Shiqing, who was young and vigorous and used to being pampered, naturally didn't like it, and she even secretly felt that Aunt Yao was a little cold and boring, and she was not commensurate with Uncle Chu, who was open and closed between words.

She told Ah Niang this.

Ah Niang didn't speak, only gave her a tael of silver, and then told her that in the next ten years, all the expenses in her hospital would come from these two taels of silver.

Shen Shiqing didn't think there was anything at first, five or six maids in her yard spent dozens of yuan a day to eat, she was frugal herself, and she could always live her life, maybe she could have one or two hundred yuan left over to buy stones and come back to polish paint.

But only two days later, she only had 300 yuan left in her hand.

Needlework costs money, straw paper costs money, and firewood for tea burning...... What's worse is that a mere tael of silver tied up her desire to study new pigments, and she could not let herself continue to ponder pigments without starving people in any case.

On the fifth day, she even planned to set aside only the maids' food money, and she only relied on drinking water to spend the last two days.

A pair of young masters and servants in their early teens sat opposite each other, with only a plate of pickles in front of them, and two children's fist-sized steamed buns, staring at each other and refusing to eat them, and finally turned into a hug and crying.

Her aunt had been paying attention to the news in her yard, and had brought people to see the two little flower cats with cried faces and laughed for a moment.

After laughing, A-Niang personally took a handkerchief to wipe her face, and asked her again:

"How, now you know that it's hard to be a poor family, right?"

"Got it." Shen Shiqing pouted, "I must make good money, just like my mother, I will never live a poor life."

Her mother laughed: "Your mother and I can live comfortably because my mother's family is rich, even if you can earn money to support yourself in the future, it is also because the family has raised you and taught you skills, my horse training methods are practiced from hundreds of horses, and your literary and painting skills are taught by the champion of the dynasty."

Shen Shiqing sniffed.

Then I heard her mother say, "How many lucky women are there in the world like our mother and son? Just like your Aunt Yao, she is generally educated, her family background is mediocre, and her in-laws are all on her head, and your Uncle Chu's little money has to be used for the elderly and the family's expenses, where can I be? When a son marries a daughter-in-law and a daughter, it is all money, and there is only one old servant in her family, and she has to do all the work of fetching water and cooking by herself, and she has to make her own clothes and quilts for sleeping, and she has to weave cloth in the dark at night, and she is reluctant to even use lamp oil."

Shen Shiqing raised her head and heard her aunt say:

"Look at Uncle Chu again, everyone in the capital knows that he is diligent and thrifty, but are the clothes on his body damaged? He drank wine and tea with your father, but there were times when he was so bad?" ….

Shen Shiqing, who was still a little girl, flattened her mouth:

"Mother taught me like this because I said that Aunt Yao was poor, I understand."

Her mother rubbed her head:

"Little Aqing, the name Chu Jiyuan shines in the government and the opposition, because there is a woman named Yao Dujuan behind him, you have to remember."

Shen Shiqing remembered.

She understood Aunt Yao's silence and indifference, and treated her no different from others, and her mother taught her to prepare gifts for her relatives during the New Year, and she also learned to give Aunt Yao less gold and silver ornaments, and more real cloth, silk, vegetables and meat.

She also pretended that she liked Uncle Chu's words very much, and whenever Aunt Yao refused to accept the gifts, she would smile and say that Uncle Chu had made a note for her, which was an excellent gift.

Because she was skillful, she could really copy Uncle Chu's words into eight or nine points, and Aunt Yao also believed in it, and asked Uncle Chu to copy the script and send it to her.

After getting along for a long time, it was like spring water washing away the dust and soil on the stones, and Shen Shiqing also tasted a little colorful from Aunt Yao's bland, calm appearance.

Aunt Yao is kind-hearted, and she obviously has to do work until midnight, and still buy medicine for her poor neighbors.

Aunt Yao also had cunning times, and when she bought meat, she also felt happy when she got a few extra bones, and would write in a letter to A-Niang, saying:

"One pound of lean meat, two pounds of pork bones, three days of joy, four days of aftertaste, straight to teach people to obey the five organs."

Looking at the letter, Shen Shiqing felt that she was looking at a painting, which was hidden behind layers of clouds and mist, and on it was a cuckoo.

Little by little, she saw the flower and the painting clearly.

"Your Majesty?"

After waiting for a long time and not waiting for the following, Gao Wanxin called softly.

Shen Shiqing picked his finger on the red pillar, and said:

"Have a good heart, hide the splendor, help the poor and compassion the weak, and do good......

These words are not like a canonized decree, but more like a eulogy, and with a little doubt in her heart, Gao Wanxin still wrote down what His Majesty said one by one.

Shen Shiqing raised his feet and walked towards the immortal tower, and the stairs made of mahogany stepped on it, and even the sound of footsteps was heavy.

Yao Dujuan.

Yao Dujuan.

Yao Dujuan, who finally saw her true appearance, combed her hair on the day she got married, again and again.

"Little Aqing."

"Aunt Yao?"

The faces of the two were reflected in the mirror at the same time, Shen Shiqing was smiling, and Yao Dujuan was looking at Shen Shiqing.

She said, "Little Aqing, when you get married today, you can't keep laughing, just cry if you want to."

Shen Shiqing was stunned: "Auntie?"

"Cry, the woman who cries when she gets married is the one who has a home behind her. After crying this scene, he left his tears in his own place of birth, so that he could endure the grievances that he couldn't bear before and do what he couldn't do before."

A rough hand ran over her head and took her in his arms.

Shen Shiqing thought that she could endure it, the pain of losing her father, the pain of her mother's illness, the slimness of the way forward, and the vast road ahead, she obviously endured it to this day, she thought she could endure it forever.

But the moment she was hugged, she cried.

Her mother asked her to be patient, her aunt made her virtuous, and her uncle told her to be cautious when she arrived at the Xie family, only Aunt Yao, who was like the purest cuckoo in the mountains, saw a pure little girl, and she made her cry. ….

"Fifty-seven years old, I am worthy of the world. The fairy is an extraordinary product, and the cuckoo is the most affectionate and sexual."

The ink was almost dripping on the paper, Gao Wanxin hurriedly straightened out the tip of the pen, and raised her head to look at His Majesty in a hurry.

The young majesty stood on the second floor of the immortal tower, and the light that came in from the sunset was not high enough to illuminate his face, so that people could get a glimpse of his expression.

"Your Majesty."

"What? Can't what I say be used for the seal?"

In the warm pavilion, it seems that a thread has been stretched unconsciously.

If you are not careful, the silk thread will be broken, and the huge court man will turn over on his back.

The corners of Gao Wan's lips moved slightly, revealing a smile:

"Wechen thinks it's good to write it on the seal."

After speaking, Gao Wanxin lowered her head again, dipped her pen again, and wrote down the two sentences in a dignified manner.

After dictating the will of the posthumous gift, Shen Shiqing stood on the immortal tower and looked into the distance through the window on the opposite side.

Gao Wanxin read the entire holy decree again.

It is completely different from the previous decree of rewarding the edict, this decree does not mention the merits of the husband at all, it just tells everyone that there is a wonderful person in this world, named Yao Dujuan.

She did many things during her lifetime, and everything was because she was Yao Dujuan.

"High Lady."

"Your Majesty."

"After this holy decree is sealed, please take the time to run around with Master Zhao of Duanji Palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gao Wanxin thought that His Majesty would have other orders, but he didn't.

The footsteps sounded, and His Majesty came down from the fairy tower, walked back to the throne, and continued to review the recital.

It seems that the slightly choked dictated will just now is just a dream of Gao Wanxin.

——

Chu Yuanjin enshrined his mother's tablet in the main hall of the mansion, and as the eldest princess of Yueqing came to read out the holy decree of posthumously presenting her mother as a second-grade edict, some of her father's old people also knew that her mother had passed away, and they sent their families to mourn.

Just like his mother did before her death, except for people who knew each other very well, Chu Yuanjin confiscated any gifts.

Aunt Mi and Mrs. Liang came to help every day, and Chu Yuanjin didn't feel sad.

It's just empty, as if she returned to Yanjing City, but buried her soul with A-Niang.

In the past two days, no matter how sincere the mourners wept, she never shed any more tears.

Those people are crying, it is the second order of the imperial court, the wife of the right capital imperial history, the wife of Chu Jiyuan, and a hard-working person who missed a good life, what does it have to do with her mother?

Early in the morning, snowflakes fell in the sky again, Chu Yuanjin took his daughter to clean the yard together, and smiled at her daughter carefully holding the snow falling on the bamboo leaves in the palm of her hand.

"Mother, there are guests outside, and he is such a beautiful brother!"

Chu Yuanjin looked over and saw a man in a green robe standing in front of the open door.

But he didn't come in, but just put a long box at the door of her house, and bowed three times to the tablet placed in the main hall.

"My lord, please leave your name, my family does not accept sacrifices."

As if he had not heard, the man turned and mounted his horse, and in a moment he was far away.

Chu Yuanjin frowned and opened the long box, only to find that it was a painting scroll inside.

"Mother, what kind of flower is this, it's so beautiful!"

"It's a cuckoo."

After Chu Yuanjin finished speaking, she quickly bit her hand, she didn't cry, tears still flowed out.

It's a cuckoo.

The snow stopped.

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