On the first day of the winter solstice, even though the emperor said it would not be a big event, it still had to be held.
A palace banquet was held in Qingfeng Hall, and all concubines of high rank had a place.
Xie Ning was holding her eight-treasure lotus hand stove.
She was sitting in a good position.
There were four brocade screens in front of her to block the draft, and she could clearly see the singing and dancing on the stage in front.
On her left is Li Zhaorong and on her right is Liang Meiren.
Li Zhaorong has been taking good care of her and being kind to her today.
Of course, this kindness may not be directed at her personally.
Maybe it's because the emperor always pays attention to this corner from time to time.
Xie Ning thought that maybe she judged a gentleman with a villain's heart.
Li Zhaorong softly explained to her the song and dance being performed on the stage, saying that the person who wrote the lyrics was very famous, and the lyrics were so soft and moving.
Xie Ning listened a little distractedly.
It was said to be a dumpling feast, but the dumplings were served last at the table.
They were beautifully presented, but they were already unappetizing.
Although the song and dance after the palace banquet was beautiful, after a few songs it no longer felt novel.
Instead, she was worried about the actors on the stage.
The weather is so cold.
It snowed last night.
Although the snow stopped today, it is even colder.
When I took a breath when I went out in the morning, I felt cold to the core.
The wind after the snow seems to have a moist, sweet smell.
But it's also really cold.
Li Zhaorong said that the person who wrote the lyrics drank too much and fell asleep under the flower tree by the stream.
Fairies fell into his dream, including the apricot blossom fairy, the peach blossom fairy and the begonia fairy, all of whom were charming and dancing.
Xie Ning thought that Fairy Haitang was wearing such a thin dance dress, and a large part of the gauze dress was hollow.
It was really beautiful.
Xie Ning was always worried that she would freeze.
Qing He took the stove off, added charcoal, and brought it back.
When he got closer, he found that his master was hiding a yawn by holding the tea bowl.
Must be tired.
Qinghe asked in a low voice while passing the stove: "Master, do you want to go back?
I'll call Hu Rong."
"No need," Xie Ning said, "This is going to fall apart soon."
So far, no one has left the table early.
Even the sick Concubine Xian is still sitting firmly in her seat.
As soon as she leaves, others are afraid that she is putting on airs just because she is pregnant.
Concubine Shu didn't even take it seriously.
Qing He was a little anxious, afraid that sitting like this for a long time and looking back would hinder her body.
This woman with a body is different from ordinary people.
Xie Ning thought for a while, helped her stand up, and said hello to Li Zhaorong and Liang Meiren, saying they were going to change clothes.
I was a little tired from sitting, so I took this opportunity to stretch out.
Qing He was so strong that he almost lifted her up.
After leaving the Nuan Pavilion, the cold wind blew on the face, which refreshed people's spirits.
Xie Ning wore an ivory shell-collar palace dress today, and a dark stone red skirt underneath.
This color looked dull in the room, but when I came out and was reflected by the light of snow all over the ground, the red looked so pure and bright.
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When I walked around, the corners of my skirt swayed slightly like water waves, just like a red flower blooming in the snow.
Now that I've come out, I don't want to go in again.
To be honest, the smell in the Nuan Pavilion is not very good.
The smell of various kinds of makeup, powder, hair, and oil mixed with cakes, wine, and food is really unpleasant.
The scent of powder alone or the smell of wine and food alone are nothing, but these two flavors are completely different and naturally conflicting, and when combined together, they are both pungent and greasy.
Xie Ning felt that his nose had not been so bright before.
It was probably due to pregnancy that it made him extra sensitive.
He had not eaten a few mouthfuls of food just now.
Even so, he still felt like there was something stuck in his stomach, and he always wanted to go in. tumbling up.
She really didn't want to go in.
She would have to be poisoned by the mixed smell if she entered the thermal pavilion.
Qing He is now in a dilemma.
His master doesn't want to go back to Yingxiang Pavilion, so he can't stay outside all the time.
It's so cold and the road is slippery.
But when we entered, we saw that the master was languishing inside, obviously bored.
Suddenly someone behind me said: "Is this Beauty Xie?"
Qing He was almost startled, she didn't hear any footsteps.
Xie Ning turned his head.
Zhao Ling, who was wearing a green cloth jacket, bowed very respectfully: "I look like you from a distance, and I would like to say hello to Beauty Xie.
I heard that you were happy after the last banquet at Yanning Palace, but I never had the chance to congratulate you."
"Don't be too polite."
Xie Ning treated her very kindly: "You received a few punches and kicks last time, have you recovered from your injuries?"
Zhao Ling said gratefully: "It's healed a long time ago, but it only hurt a little bit of skin and no scars."
"That's good.
I was shocked when I saw the gift from you.
The gift is too heavy and I deserve it."
"What are you talking about?"
Zhao Ling hurriedly explained: "If I hadn't met you that day, I wouldn't have been able to save my life, and Eunuch Ye wouldn't have ordered the imperial doctor to treat the people in the Jiaofang Division.
We don't have anything good to offer.
Things can only be expressed through small gifts."
"It just happened.
You don't have to think about it all the time."
Xie Ning saw that there was no heavy makeup on her face and her hair was not combed carefully: "You don't have to go on stage today."
Zhao Ling explained: "There is no music of mine today, so I'm just coming to help take care of it."
She raised her head and looked at Xie Ning's face carefully: "I see you have been out for a while.
Isn't it too noisy in there?
You are not feeling well” Qing He felt that this woman was a little too smart, and she was a bit like beating a snake and following the stick.
The maids generally look down on actors like Jiaofangsi, not to mention that Zhao Ling is the lowest status among the actors.
She must have some ulterior motive for her friendship with her master.
Qing He did not want his master to associate with a woman of such status, not to mention that she might have other ideas.
"If you want to have a quiet rest, there is a room over here."
Zhao Ling pointed behind her: "There are two rooms to the west of the apse.
If you don't mind, you can go and have a rest first."
Qinghe said in his heart that of course he couldn't become a master.
Now he has a delicate body with a lot of money.
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How could he go to a place where he didn't know his origins?
Besides, Qinghe guessed that the room she was talking about was the place where the actors were temporarily staying in Qingfeng Palace today.
How can you let the master go to a place like that?
Fortunately, she heard Xie Ning continue to say: "No need, it's not good if you don't go in."
She didn't think about it like Qing He did.
She thought that she had indeed been out for a long time, and if she didn't go back, she would be afraid that the people in Nuan Pavilion would come to find her.
Qing He helped Xie Ning walk back.
Fortunately, Zhao Ling was sensible.
She resigned after her master declined.
If she dares to get involved again, Qinghe will really look good on her.
At the corner outside the palace gate, Xie Ning and the others met Concubine Xian who had already left the table and resigned.
Concubine Xian was thin and boneless, and her face must have been smudged with rouge, so she looked pink and white, but one look at her eyes revealed that her true condition was not as good as she pretended to be.
Her eyes were yellow and lifeless, as if they were covered with a film
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