The new patterns of palace satin are for the female family members, and the other bamboo brushes, tribute inkstones, and new imperial books are for the uncle and his wife.
Mrs.
Lin couldn't carry so many things by herself, so the palace naturally sent someone else to send them back to her with the things.
The reason why you are rewarded more or less is not because of how much money these things are worth.
The key is that this dignity is rare.
Xie Ning was reluctant to let Mrs.
Lin go.
He had never felt that time passed so fast.
Why, before he said a few words, the sun had already set to the west and Mrs.
Lin had left the palace.
Fang Shanggong originally thought that Beauty Xie might cry again, but Xie Ning still smiled when he said goodbye to Mrs.
Lin.
Fang Shanggong always felt uneasy, so he found a book and gave it to Xie Meiren, using this as an excuse to explain a few words to her.
"There will be many opportunities to meet in the future.
When you are about to give birth, you can also take Mrs.
Lin into the palace to accompany you.
This does not violate the palace rules.
When Mr.
Lin's term is over, if his performance is excellent, he may come to Beijing to report on his work.
I will stay in Beijing and it will be more convenient to meet him then.”
Xie Ning nodded: "My aunt said the same thing just now.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether we can meet each other from time to time, as long as we know that they are living a good life, it is enough."
She is no longer a child of seven or eight years old.
Ten years ago, she could act like a spoiled child around her aunt and cousin, but not now.
She has been forcibly transplanted from her familiar homeland to the palace.
No matter how much she misses her, she cannot go back to the past.
What she said to Fang Shanggong was indeed from her heart.
As long as she knew that her relatives were safe and living a good life, she would feel at ease even if she couldn't see them in person.
She felt that she was just like the tree that had been planted in her grandmother's yard.
The tree had flowers and seeds, but was blown away by the wind and fell to other places to take root.
She always remembers where her home is, but she knows she can't go back.
Xie Ning asked Qinghe to bring over the baggage, which contained all the things her aunt had brought for her.
Her cousin made a purse, her sister-in-law also made her a pair of shoes, and her aunt made her a set of clothes.
However, after three years of separation, they didn’t know Xie Ning’s current figure.
I tried it, but it was a little tight and I couldn't put my feet in.
Even if he could wear it, Xie Ning would not wear it.
She opened the box, folded the shoes and clothes carefully, put them in carefully, and then placed the box on the bedside cabinet.
She told herself that she should be content, at least she had met her aunt and knew the current situation of her family.
There are many people in the palace who are not as good as her.
Like Liu Cairen and others, although their home is in the capital, it is difficult to even send a letter.
There are also Qinghe, Qingmei, and even Fang Shanggong.
They have not heard from their families for many years, and they don't even know their family members' lives and whereabouts.
The sun sets little by little, and the lights in Yong'an Palace light up one after another.
People in the palace were walking back and forth, their flowing clothes disrupting the light and shadow on the ground.
The table was still full for dinner.
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Xie Ning had some cold dishes removed, scooped some hot soup into a bowl and mixed it with rice.
There was also a fried snack placed not far in front of her.
She thought it was a pumpkin snack, so when she picked it up with her chopsticks, the black sesame filling immediately flowed out from the crack, and the plate was covered in black.
It turned out to be fried glutinous rice dough filled with sesame seeds.
She had no appetite at first, but this little accident distracted her, so she ate two more snacks and had the dining table removed.
The emperor came a little late.
Xie Ning was cleaning up.
When he heard footsteps outside, Qing He took a long thick cloud brocade coat and put it on her shoulders.
He lifted the curtain.
Xie Ning walked to the door.
The emperor had already entered. .
"Why are you out?
It's cold at night.
Come inside quickly."
The emperor pulled the tie of the cloak, and Bai Hongqi stepped forward and took off the cloak.
Then he knelt in front of the couch and served the emperor, taking off his boots and socks and putting on a pair of soft-soled slippers that he wore in the house.
Xie Ning let down half of her hair, and went out after combing half of it.
When she returned to the room, she sat down again, and Qing He continued to comb her hair.
The emperor was leaning there, holding a bowl of warm tea, looking at her sitting in front of the mirror with her hair down.
Her hair was well maintained, and even the ends looked moist and black, without any frizzy hair.
The emperor walked up to her and gently lifted her chin.
Xie Ning's eyes were soft and clear, just like the warm and bright lake water in spring.
"Cried" Xie Ning raised his hand and touched the corners of his eyes: "I can see it."
"Of course you can."
His eyelids were a little swollen.
The emperor asked her: "What did your aunt say when I met her?"
"We talked a lot.
My aunt said that my uncle was not used to the northern climate and had a cough.
She tried to give him a folk remedy called reed root soup, but he refused to eat it.
He was so sick that it took almost a winter to get better."
She divided her hair into two strands and braided them separately, and the emperor handed her the headband.
I heard that these daily chores, such quiet combing and twisting of hair, gradually calmed down his mood, just like being immersed in warm water, making him feel comfortable everywhere.
Xie Ning turned around and smiled slightly, put the two combs back into the makeup box, and then closed the door of the makeup box.
"I know that you haven't seen your family for several years, and it is inevitable to be sad.
When you are about to give birth, you can also send Mrs.
Lin to the palace to accompany you.
With your close elders accompanying you, you can also strengthen your courage and avoid fear. ” "My concubine has thanked the emperor for his kindness.
I just don't know if my aunt will still be in the capital by then, so I can't let her go to the capital again just for this matter."
The emperor smiled and said nothing.
Looking at his expression, Xie Ning felt that the emperor seemed to be hiding something from her, and it was something related to her.
But since the emperor wants to tell the truth, no one can get the answer from him.
There was no court meeting the next day, so the emperor made an exception and stayed with her for a while.
Xie Ning heard a rustling sound while half asleep and asked inarticulately: "It's raining."
"It's been raining for a while."
The room seemed even darker on a rainy day, and the emperor had no intention of going out and stayed in Yong'an Palace all day.
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Others who don't know the inside story may say that she dominates the emperor.
But the conscience of heaven and earth, although they were both in Yong'an Palace, Xie Ning really didn't get tired of spending all day with the emperor.
The emperor was in the small study room before lunch.
The new study room was already mostly full.
Books were brought in box after box and placed neatly on the empty shelves.
As soon as you open the door, you can smell the fragrance of new book ink.
There are two paintings of the emperor hanging on the wall.
Xie Ning didn't know that the emperor was good at painting before.
Only when he saw the royal brush and signature on the painting did he know that it was painted by the emperor.
"I used to draw a few pictures when I had nothing to do when I was in the dormitory.
I haven't touched a pen in these years."
Xie Ning asked curiously: "When the emperor was a prince, he could have such leisure time without having to study and run errands."
"I've been idle for a few years."
The emperor didn't say much, turned to look at Xie Ning, and suddenly said: "I'll draw you a picture."
Xie Ning was a little surprised.
He instinctively lowered his head and glanced at his already out-of-shape and bloated figure: "Lie down on the painting."
"Right now."
Xie Ning felt that he was out of shape now, but the emperor felt that it was just right now.
He wanted to draw her now as a rare souvenir.
"Then I, my concubine, should you go change your clothes and comb your hair again?"
It was raining today, so she was dressed more casually.
She only wore a jade rose hairpin on her head and her bun was loose.
It was too inappropriate for the painting.
In the common pictures of ladies, the people in the pictures are all dressed up neatly and beautifully, but there is no one like her with a big belly.
"No, that's just right."
The emperor ordered Bai Hongqi and others to move the soft couch in front of the long window and let Xie Ning sit down without restraint.
The more comfortable he was, the better.
The drawing paper had been spread out on the table on the other side.
The emperor looked at her with a smile, then lowered his head and started writing on the paper.
Xie Ning was worried and a little expectant.
She has never been painted on a painting.
What would the emperor's drawing of her look like?
The spring rain gurgled outside the window, and there was silence inside.
Xie Ning waited and waited, and actually dozed off just leaning there.
She didn't know how much time passed, but she opened her eyes in a daze and was surprised to find that she had fallen asleep like this.
That painting must be impossible, right?
"Wake up."
The emperor smiled and waved to her: "Come and take a look."
"I don't know why I fell asleep."
She walked to the desk and lowered her head to read.
It has already been painted.
In the painting, she is reclining on a soft couch, her black hair is soft and fluffy, and the folds of her clothes are as smooth as water ripples.
You can see her swollen belly from the painting, but she doesn't look stupid or ugly at all.
She looked at the face of the person in the painting and had a strange, indescribable feeling.
"This is me" "That's you."
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"But how can my concubine be so beautiful?"
So peaceful, beautiful and tranquil.
Is this what the emperor sees her like?
Xie Ning felt uneasy.
She is not that beautiful, and she also feels that the person in the painting is not her.
The emperor painted her so well.
Maybe one day in the future he will find that she is not so good, and then he may be even more disappointed.
She also felt a secret joy.
No matter what happens in the future, this painting has preserved today's day of continuous spring rain and her beautiful moment in the eyes of the emperor.
Time is not old, but people will be old.
But the memory of this moment remains on this drawing paper.
In five or ten years, when we look at this painting again, she will still look the same as she does today.
"Do you like it?"
the emperor asked softly.
She couldn't bear to blink her eyes, and the expression on her face looked both happy and a little sad.
"I like it."
Xie Ning wanted to reach out and touch it, but was afraid of damaging it: "Can I give this painting to my concubine?"
"That's natural.
If I don't give it to you, who else can I give it to?
You can hang it wherever you want."
"Don't hang it anywhere.
I want to hide it and don't let anyone see it."
The emperor laughed loudly: "You stingy man, why do you have to look at a painting so closely?
If you like it, I will paint a few more for you next time.
Well, of course you have the final say in your painting."
Today is February 29th.
It only happens once every four years.
I used to often see a joke saying that people born on this day can only celebrate their birthday once every four years.
How difficult it is.
Happy birthday to my friend who was born today.
My cold is much better, my head no longer hurts, and my throat doesn't hurt much anymore.
But my nose is still not very breathable.
I'm still drinking cold medicine today
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