Meatball soup was Xie Ning's favorite taste.
The people in the dining room tried their best to figure out the concubine's preferences, and a mere soup was not an issue.
The emperor took a sip.
There was pepper in the soup.
After drinking it, a warm powdery feeling flowed straight to his lower abdomen.
The vegetarian meatballs in the soup are actually put in when the soup is served.
If they are put in too early, the meatballs will be soaked in the soup and become rotten, resulting in a bad taste.
Princess Yuyao refused to drink it after one sip.
She didn't like food with strong taste.
The eldest prince's face turned red after taking a sip, his eyes were watery, and he looked like he was choking on the pepper.
Xie Ning was taken aback, and said with some amusement and some worry: "If you are not used to it, don't eat it.
The lotus seed soup is also good, just drink that."
"No, no."
The eldest prince said with a red face, "I just took that sip too quickly."
The soup was very hot and there was pepper in it, but because of his upbringing he couldn't spit out the soup in his mouth, so he swallowed it hard and ended up like this.
But the sour and scalding feeling was not bad.
The eldest prince drank a little less in the second sip, and it turned out to be much better than before.
He even picked out two meatballs in the soup and ate them.
After finishing half a bowl of meatball soup, he felt a slight sweat on the tip of his nose.
Xie Ning was afraid that he wouldn't be used to it, and that he would feel uncomfortable after eating it.
But the eldest prince himself said: "I have sweated a little, and I feel a little lighter."
Quite comfortable.
After dinner, the emperor went to the small study as usual.
As the new year approaches, the emperor still has many things to do.
In the past, the emperor was used to staying alone in Changning Palace, but later this year he spent a lot of time in Yong'an Palace.
After being used to staying here, Changning Hall seemed too empty and quiet.
There were so many people waiting inside and outside the hall, but no sound could be heard.
It was as if he was the only one there.
I have been here for so many years, but now I find that I actually don’t like to be alone.
Xie Ning came and gave me sweet pear soup once.
The soup was delicious and sweet.
Across the courtyard, the emperor heard the second prince crying twice, and he didn't know what the temper was about.
The emperor closed the fold, stood up and left the small study.
It was still snowing outside, and he walked through the snowy courtyard.
A small fist-sized light shone through the stone lanterns beside the road.
The emperor stood outside the window of the second prince, and through the window he heard that Xie Ning was also inside.
This kid was probably acting coquettishly when he cried just now.
He especially likes to stick to Xie Ning, especially before going to bed at night.
He always wants Xie Ning to stay with him for a while.
Xie Ning read him the short story in a book of encouragement to study.
Perhaps in order to put the child to sleep quickly, her voice was softer than usual.
Although it was a snowy winter night, it sounded like the gentle spring breeze, brushing her cheeks so lightly and softly.
Although the second prince is clingy, the good thing about him is that he falls asleep quickly.
After reading a short story, he fell asleep.
Xie Ning stood up and tucked the quilt for him, then told the wet nurse to take good care of him, and then came out of the room.
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The door curtain was lifted up a corner, and Xie Ning came out of the room with his coat folded.
He was a little surprised to see the emperor standing so quietly by the window.
"Why is the emperor standing here?"
The emperor stretched out his hand towards her, and Xie Ning obediently placed his hand in the emperor's palm.
She especially liked the emperor's hands.
Warm, slim, dry.
Every time he held his hand like this, Xie Ning was reluctant to let go.
"I heard the second prince's voice, so I came over to take a look.
I happened to get up and walk around.
Isn't this what you always told me?"
"The same goes for my concubine," Xie Ning whispered, "I used to hear that some people always lowered their heads to read and write, and as a result, their bodies were full of problems.
Although the emperor is still young, he can't just take advantage of his youth to ruin his body."
"I know that even Bai Hongqi listens to you, and you have to remind me from time to time.
Sometimes I go out and walk around the veranda twice, or I punch a box to sweat a little before going in."
They walked slowly, holding hands together, leaning together, and moving forward bit by bit.
Snowflakes were blown towards him by the wind and stuck on his hood and shoulders.
Xie Ning felt his eyes blurred, and then the tip of his nose felt cold, and a snowflake fell on his nose.
But when she reached out to touch it, all she touched was a trace of water.
The emperor smiled and stretched out his hand to rub her.
Xie Ning woke up in the middle of the night.
She felt that the kang was a little hot.
Qing He poured two cups of warm water and served the emperor and Xie Ning to drink.
"Is it still snowing outside?"
"It's still raining heavily."
When I woke up early the next morning, the snow had stopped, and there was a thick layer on the ground.
The emperor had a big court meeting and left early.
Xie Ning went to bed late at night and woke up again during the night.
Since the sky was still cloudy, he woke up later than usual.
The snow only stopped for half a day, and started to fall sporadically in the second half of the day.
When the sky finally cleared up, it became even colder.
The little eunuchs working outside had their faces red from the cold and kept stamping their feet.
Xie Ning asked people to prepare extra ginger soup and charcoal.
Both of these items are not expensive, but they are very practical.
This winter seems to be particularly cold.
Hu Rong walked quickly to the corridor, stamped the crushed ice and mud on his feet, rubbed his hands together a few times, and then placed them on his face that was numb from the cold and rubbed hard.
Only then did he feel that he had been stiff for a long time.
His face slowly regained consciousness.
He touched the small bag in his sleeve, with a smile on his lips, and went back to look for Qingmei.
Qinghe and Qingmei live in the same house.
But both of them had to serve their master during the day, and the room was always empty.
Hu Rong went to the door of the tea room and took a look.
Qingmei was not in the room, but Qinghe was inside, setting up the fruit plate.
He just raised his head, and Qing He had already seen him and asked, "Why are you pretending to be a ghost to come in?"
Hu Rong walked into the door with a smile: "Sister Qinghe, what are you busy with?"
"It's so fresh.
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If I'm not busy, why am I just lazy here?
What are you looking at at the door?"
"I didn't see anything.
I just might have frostbite on my hands.
I want to find two pieces of medicinal ginger."
"Why are you looking for Yaojiang here?"
In fact, Qinghe knew what he was here for.
Sure enough, Hu Rong asked casually: "Qingmei is waiting at the master's place right now."
"She is in Fang Shanggong's room.
Fang Shanggong has been suffering from pain in his back and legs for the past two days, and it is difficult to move around."
Hu Rong wanted to leave after getting the news, but Qing He stopped him: "Hey, wait a minute, I have something else to ask you."
"What?"
Hu Rong heard Qing He's solemn tone and thought it might be something important.
He retracted his outstretched leg and pulled a stool to sit down, ready to talk to Qing He in detail.
"It's not anything important, I just want to find out about you.
When did the palace release people last time and who were they?"
Hu Rong was startled for a moment: "Sister Qinghe, how did you find out that this serious release was the year when the Queen Mother went to release a large number of people, about six or seven hundred, the Shang Palace was about sixty people, and the others were all "Palace ladies."
There are very few eunuchs, almost negligible.
"How old are the maids?"
Hu Rong asked back: "Is it possible that you, sister, also want to leave the palace?"
This is impossible for Hu Rong to think about.
"I've always heard people say that if you don't have long-term worries, you will have immediate worries.
Although we can't leave the palace now, we will have to go out one day.
I heard that some people leave the palace at the age of 28 and 25, but still I heard there is a number of thirty-five, but I don’t know which one is the correct one.”
"Both are available.
In fact, it mainly depends on the master's wishes.
There are also twenty-five-year-olds, but sister, you still have three or four years to arrive, right?"
There are many people who want to go out, but there are also many people who don't want to go out.
Those who have a home and relatives outside don't have to worry about not being able to stay when they go out.
They have a place to go and their lives are guaranteed.
But there are also people who are so alone that they don’t even remember what happened before entering the palace, and they don’t even have their parents or relatives.
Such people do not want to leave the palace, but would rather stay in the palace until they grow old.
Going out may not be better than being in the palace, and the situation may be even more miserable.
"Yes, Qingmei Biduo is less than a year younger, so she has hope.
I heard that there are people in Qingmei's family.
In the past two years, I have asked people to send letters to inquire about it.
Maybe her family can arrange a school for her.
As for marriage, it’s not too late to get married in your twenties.”
Hu Rong was stunned when he heard the words leaving the palace, getting married, and getting married.
If Qinghe didn't mention it, he really didn't think much about whether Qingmei would leave the palace.
Now that Qing He said this, Hu Rong remembered.
It turns out that Qingmei might leave the palace and get married under the arrangement of her family.
"Please help me inquire."
Qing He asked: "We can also carefully plan for the future.
When the time comes, we can ask for grace in front of the master, let him go out of the palace smoothly, and live a good life in the future."
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Hu Rong responded vaguely.
He didn't know how he got out of the tea room.
He walked a while with one foot higher and the other lower, and found that he had arrived outside the window of Fang Shang Palace.
The people in this room, whether it is Fang Shanggong or Qingmei, are the few people he is close to in the palace, and they can even be said to be the two closest people.
Needless to say, Qingmei, Hu Rong couldn't explain why he had her in his heart from that time on.
There is also Fang Shanggong.
Hu Rong has very complicated feelings towards her.
She is both a teacher and a friend, like a loving elder.
At the same time, she is also very strict with Hu Rong.
But Hu Rong knew this was for his own good.
If it weren't for concern, why would Fang Shanggong spend all his energy and energy on him?
He didn't expect Qingmei to leave the palace and get married.
He thought he could live like this for a long time.
Hu Rong took a deep breath, calmed down, forced himself to calm down his chaotic thoughts, and went to the door to say hello.
Fang Shanggong answered in the room: "Come in."
Hu Rong stepped through the door.
The room was warm and cozy, and it was a completely different world from the outside.
Fang Shanggong was leaning on the bedside, and Qingmei was rubbing her legs
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