The master was carried away in the Cheng'en sedan chair, and of course he would not come back at night.
Qing He held the lamp and took a final look around the room.
The windows were closed, the curtains were drawn, and the things used by the master during the day were neatly packed away.
Then he went out with the lamp.
She and Qingmei lived in the back yard.
They usually took turns spending the night in the master's house.
When the master went to accompany him, they had nothing to do.
It turns out that when I was first assigned here, the master only had two and a half rooms.
One room is for guests, the other is the master's bedroom, and the other half is for Qinghe and Qingmei.
Later, someone died in the yard, Liu Cairen also left, and the houses were all vacant.
Finally, Qinghe and the others no longer had to squeeze together with their master.
The two of them lived in this house.
Qingmei was timid and lit two lamps inside and outside the house.
Qinghe extinguished one without saying a word.
There are two people in the room, so it doesn't matter if the lamp lights a few green plums.
"Sister Qinghe, wash your face.
I've got all the water.
Don't go out and splash the water after you wash it.
Wait until I get up to fetch the water tomorrow morning."
Qinghe rolled up his sleeves to wash his face, while Qingmei stood aside and handed her a handkerchief.
Qinghe shook the water on his hand and straightened up, took the handkerchief and wiped his face, and flicked it on Qingmei's forehead: "It's burning you.
Life has just gotten better and you've become addicted to extravagance.
There are lights inside and outside the house.
How much fuel does this cost?”
Qingmei smiled and said: "In the past, I had to deduct a little when I sent things, and it was best to deduct 20%.
Now I send them in full, and there are extra ones.
There are few people in our yard, so we can't use them all."
Yes, this is called a rising tide that lifts all boats, and chickens and dogs ascend to the sky.
It doesn't matter so much if that's not what the original words said, as long as the meaning is the same.
Qinghe knows why Qingmei wants to light more lamps.
At that time, three people lived in Yingxiang Pavilion at one time.
In addition to his master and Liu Cairen, there was also a talented man named Wang.
Not long after she moved in, she fell ill.
After she disappeared, Liu Cairen probably thought this place was unlucky and tried to move away.
At that time, the Wang Cairen lived opposite.
Ever since she disappeared and the palace attendant who served her also left, the house has been locked.
Qingmei is timid.
She is fine during the day, but at night she is always afraid of looking at the door.
Even if she has an urgent need to urinate, she will hold it in, but she does not dare to open the door and go out in the middle of the night.
Qinghe is not as timid as her.
If there is no death in this palace, no one has died in any palace, how can you live your life if you are so cowardly?
The two of them washed up and lay down, blowing out the bedside lamp.
The moon is good today, shining white light on the windows.
Qingmei came closer and asked in a low voice: "Master should have given the sachet to the emperor.
I don't know if the emperor likes it.
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If you ask me, it would be nice to embroider flowers and birds on the sachet.
Our master will Is it appropriate to embroider something like that?”
Qing He was lying upright, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen.
Qingmei admires her.
It's not great to follow the rules when you're awake, but Sister Qinghe doesn't forget to follow the rules even when she's asleep, which is amazing.
Qing He closed his eyes and said, "I guess the emperor will like it."
Qingmei always believed and accepted everything she said unconditionally.
Since Sister Qinghe said this, the emperor will definitely like it.
Qingmei doesn't understand.
In fact, whether the workmanship is good or not, whether the embroidered pattern is beautiful or not, is not the key.
What matters is whether the emperor likes his master or not.
If you like it, even if the master gives you a piece of rag, the emperor will praise it for its originality.
If you don't like this person, then nothing you give him will work.
"There are always people wandering around in front of our house and behind our house these days," Qingmei yawned, her voice full of sleepiness: "I don't know what they are wandering around, do they still expect to see the emperor in front of our door?"
"It won't work" Those people were always trying to please their master, as if they were long-lost sisters.
In fact, why don't they just hope that the master can mention them before the emperor?
But why should the master be used by them like this?
Why should he support them to share his favor?
Isn't this treating people as fools?
The master is being favored now, so those people are keeping an eye on him.
But such honor and favor are always like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, which is too vain and unreal.
If you have a child, it will be different.
Even if the Holy Family is gone in the future, having a child to rely on will help him survive the rest of his life in this palace.
In the Changning Hall, Xie Ning leaned against the bedpost and used his hands as a comb to straighten his hair and braid it into three strands.
Her hair was very messy just now.
If she really spent the night like this, she would have to spend a lot of effort to take care of it tomorrow.
The emperor watched as she braided her jet-black hair.
Her jade-like fingers lined her jet-black hair, making the black hair look darker and the white hair look whiter.
"I'll give it a try."
Xie Ning looked back at him, smiled and moved back, putting her hair in his hand.
It is always easier to braid hair than to braid eyebrows.
The emperor also saw that she had braided more than half of her hair.
After thinking about it for a while, he successfully started braiding the remaining half for her.
The braid is braided, but their hands are different.
The braid is loosened up and tight at the bottom.
It is obvious that the style changes drastically from the middle.
After braiding his hair, Xie Ning lay down again.
The emperor's fingers gently wrapped around the ends of her hair, feeling the silky green hair tangle and slide between his fingers.
"Why did I suddenly remember that I made a sachet for me?"
Xie Ning whispered: "This is the easiest.
I'm afraid I won't be able to be another concubine."
"I really think the sachet you made is very good.
You can make something else next time, um, something bigger than the sachet."
If it were made bigger, the difficulty would be doubled.
But the emperor had said so, so she had no choice but to agree: "Then I will go back and try to make a pair of socks."
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"Why socks?"
It is not that the emperor has never accepted needlework made by the concubines in the harem, most of which are sachets and purses, many belts and robes, and some make shoes and boots.
But no one has ever given socks before.
"After all, the socks are still small.
It's too difficult to make big items.
I can't make them for a while.
Besides, the socks are worn inside.
Even if they are ugly, only the emperor will know about them, and no one else will see them.
In this way Since I have done my best, I can avoid being laughed at by others."
The emperor made her amused.
He hooked the end of her braid and tugged it back slightly: "Is this all your cleverness?
This is purely opportunistic."
Xie Ning turned around and tried to save his braids: "What can I do?
If I have real materials, I won't need to use tricks.
I wish that others would see it, so I can show off my abilities."
He paused.
After a while, she suppressed her laughter and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry, I will definitely be careful, and the two socks will be made into the same size as possible."
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