Linlang had been ill for more than ten days, but her fever did not subside.
As a rule, when a palace maid is sick, she can only go to a foreign pharmacy to get medicine.
After taking the prescription, there is no improvement.
The bead-painting errand was gone, leaving her sleeping alone in the room, tossing and turning, as if she had lost her soul.
Just listen to the wind blowing on the window, and the window sash rattles softly.
Like when I was very young, I lived at home.
The nanny took her to play on the kang, while her mother was holding acupuncture on the upper kang.
Occasionally, she raised her head to look at herself, smiled gently, and called her by her nickname: "Linlang, why are you poking at that window paper again?"
The window paper is tissue paper. , dense and thick, so tightly paste that it is airtight.
It feels soft and slightly tough when touched with your fingers, so I like to poke it gently but not too hard.
If I accidentally poke it, I will look out at the small hole with my dark eyes.
That day, she also looked out through the small hole in the window paper to see that her house was in a mess, and no one cared about her.
The yard was full of soldiers with knives and guns, standing three to five steps away.
She watched helplessly as her grandfather and father were being harassed.
After being locked and pushed out, she was about to open her mouth to call someone, when the nanny suddenly came up from behind, covered her mouth, and took her off the kang.
She carried her to the back room, where all the female relatives of the family were.
When her mother saw her, she stretched out her arms and hugged her from afar, but tears fell on her hair drop by drop.
The snowdrops were falling thickly and rapidly.
She was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes as the sedan swayed.
She just thought about why it wasn't the time when the sedan finally fell down.
She kept her father's words firmly in mind.
She couldn't make a mistake by making a mistake. .
When she saw her grandmother, who had silver hair on her temples, she just hugged her into her arms, washed her hands and shed tears: "I have pity for my child."
The girls and daughters-in-law on the side all wiped their tears and finally managed to persuade grandma.
Grandma just kept asking: "Dong Lang asked him to come and see his sister."
Donglang Donglang was given this nickname because he was born in winter.
The day I first met him, there were snow beads falling, and the sound of snow rustled on the tiles.
He came in with haha beads, dressed in arrow-sleeved makeup, with bright eyebrows and starry eyes.
He smiled and bowed, saying: "Greetings to the old lady, it's snowing outside."
Is it snowing outside?
Nearly ten years have passed, Donglang Donglang.
The general character has a childlike appearance, but the things on his mind are already ready to be talked about.
Donglang Donglang The goose-feather snow was as dense as wadding, falling silently.
The stinging pain in the throat extended all the way to the chest, as if someone had used scissors to cut open all the way from the mouth to the pit of the heart, a heartbreaking pain all the way.
"Big brother is very happy, but it's a pity that I have to go to apply for the election tomorrow and won't be able to see my new sister-in-law."
He said this with a smile, but the corners of his mouth were trembling slightly, and he was holding back the tears in his eyes until his heart was in turmoil.
The look on his face made her dare not look at him, and the sneer from the girl in the eldest wife's room only echoed in her ears: "What kind of princess is she?
She is just an orphan girl who has not joined the officialdom."
After being banished to Xinzheku, a sinner who will never be able to stand up again.
The brush is made of cinnabar, the color is as bright as the setting sun.
The tip of the pen is slowly drawn out.
The bright yellow sleeves on his wrists are embroidered with golden Kui patterns.
The Nine-Five Supreme Emperor Xu uses bright yellow.
The emperor's imperial brush Fang Xu uses cinnabar in his hand.
Holding his own hand, he folded his name again and again.
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The name Xuan Ye was so noble that no one in the world called him by his name.
When writing, there must be a pen missing Donglang Donglang's heart was like boiling water, and his thoughts were boiling.
It was hard to describe the bowls of medicine, the black medicine, which was so bitter that it reached his mouth and was bitter to the bottom of his heart.
The voice of painting beads called her: "Linlang, get up and have some porridge."
She opened her eyes drowsily.
It was already dark and the room was lit with lights.
He struggled to sit up, only sweating all over.
Huazhu stretched out his hand and pressed it on her forehead: "I seem to be feeling better today."
She was light-headed and felt dizzy.
She reluctantly leaned on the pillow.
Huazhu rolled up another quilt into a roll and placed it behind her. .
He said: "It's been as cold as ever today.
How can you be so sick as you keep dragging on?"
Linlang asked slowly: "But he said he wanted to move me out."
Huazhu said: "Li Shuda didn't speak.
Who dares to say?"
Don't think too much about this, just stay healthy and take care of your illness."
Linlang took the bowl of porridge, feeling weak after the illness, and her hands were only trembling slightly.
Huazhu hurriedly took it and said: "Let me feed you."
Linlang forced a smile: "How can it be so delicate?"
Huazhu said with a smile: "It seems to be better, and you can argue with me.
"After all, she was holding the bowl, while Linlang held the spoon.
He drank half the bowl of porridge, only sweating all over, and felt more relaxed.
After lying down, he asked: "What day is it today?"
Huazhu said: "On the seventh day of the lunar month, the day after tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival."
Linlang hummed and murmured unconsciously: "The August Festival has just passed, and it's the Double Ninth Festival again."
Huazhu said: "These days go by so fast.
In the blink of an eye, winter is about to begin."
The city is full of wind and rain as it approaches the Double Ninth Festival.
It rained several times in succession in September.
Today, the rain is still like thousands of threads, weaving into a fine curtain of water, covering everything from the sky to the earth.
The palace of Qianqing Palace also looks particularly special in the confusion of rain. with distinction.
When the emperor came back from the court, he changed his clothes.
Li Dequan remembered something and said, "I would like to ask the Lord Long Live to tell me if Linlang has been ill for a long time and has not recovered.
Should he move out according to the rules?"
Huazhu was kneeling on the ground and tying the buttons on the emperor's clothes.
After hearing this, he couldn't help but glance at the emperor's face.
But the emperor only said: "Why do you ask Baba about such a trivial matter?"
As he was speaking, Huazhu shook off the azurite robe with floral makeup and put it on for the emperor.
The emperor reached into his sleeves and inadvertently turned his face to the side, only to see a four-in-one wishful cloud pattern embroidered on the shoulder.
Li Dequan saw the emperor startled, but he didn't understand the reason.
The emperor slowly stretched out his other hand, let the waiter put on his clothes, and asked Li Dequan: "Who else is there in the tea?"
Li Dequan replied: "Apart from Linlang, the only one who can do it is Fangjing - she should be released next year."
The emperor then said, "In this case, it would be difficult to be thorough if we choose someone else at this time."
The implication is that she should be released next year.
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Since it was already clear, Li Dequan "stretched his boat to the fullest."
It rained for several more days, and the weather still didn't clear up, just gloomy.
As time was getting shorter, the emperor only slept for a moment before he suddenly woke up in the afternoon.
Because the weather was cool, the new silk cotton bedding was very warm, but my mouth felt dry while sleeping, so I called out, "Come here."
Li Dequan, who was waiting at the bedchamber, quickly agreed, hung up half of the bright yellow silk curtain, and asked, "What do you want, Long Live the Lord?"
The emperor said: "Ask them to make tea."
Li Dequan hurriedly walked to the door and gave him a gentle high five.
The door curtain was lifted, and a slender figure came in holding tea.
The emperor had not seen her for nearly a month.
He saw that her face was pale and haggard, and she looked even more frail after illness.
She hadn't seen him for a long time, and the emperor was leaning on the big pillow, so she knelt down and said softly: "Long live the Lord, please have some tea."
While the emperor took the tea, he said to Li Dequan: "Go out and see how the rain is."
Li Dequan agreed and went.
The emperor didn't take a bite of the tea in his hand, but casually put it on the Kang table. .
There was an exquisite and small Western self-ringing clock on the table, and Linlang could only listen to the ticking of the clock.
The hall fell silent for a moment, and the faint sound of rain outside could be heard.
The emperor finally asked: "Okay" She said softly: "Thank you, Lord Long Live, for your inquiry.
My servant is already well."
Seeing that she was still kneeling, the emperor said, "Get up."
She thanked him and stood up, wearing a purple Jiang silk jacket that was 70% new.
The clothes are covered with snow-green long armor, but the waist is empty, almost making people feel that they are not full, like flowers in the autumn wind, about to break in the wind.
The emperor didn't speak, so she had to stand quietly.
Li Dequan went away for a long time, but did not come in.
Seeing that the emperor was about to stand up, she hurriedly knelt down to help him put on his shoes.
She had just recovered from the illness, and suddenly raised her head.
Before he could stand up, her eyes were dazzled, and she fell forward.
Fortunately, the emperor's quick eyesight and quick hands helped him to stop him from knocking on the edge of the kang.
Linlang couldn't stop herself in time and threw herself into his arms.
She blushed and said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, I'm so disrespectful."
The emperor only felt the soft and warm fragrance in his arms, but he couldn't help but close his arms.
Linlang only heard his heart pounding, but he didn't dare to struggle, and slowly lowered his head.
After a long time, Fang heard the emperor whisper: "You have bad intentions."
She was panic-stricken and said, "I don't dare."
She raised her eyes hastily, and the emperor slowly let go of his hand, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said, "Okay, I guess you didn't mean it."
Linlang bit her lip.
Her face was as white as snow, and there was not much blood on her lips.
Her voice was even more inaudible: "I know I was wrong."
The emperor couldn't help but smile.
Hearing Li Dequan's voice coughing outside, he took the I had tea and ate it slowly.
Li Dequan came in and asked, "As for me, it's still raining outside.
Please tell me if I'll start shouting now."
The emperor was busy with military and political affairs.
In addition to listening to Jin's speech in the afternoon, he also had to meet with cabinet ministers, so he nodded.
After waiting for the waiters to change clothes and wash up, he drove to Hongde Hall to give lectures.
It snowed for the first time in October.
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Although it was just snow beads, the roof tiles were all covered with a layer of silvery white, and the golden tiles underground were gradually covered by the snow, turning them into speckled white.
There was already a kang in the warm pavilion.
Linlang went in from the outside and saw the hot air mixed with the fragrance of ambergris, hitting her face, but the whole room was as warm as spring.
The emperor only wore a homely sapphire blue Japanese satin tuanfu robe, and sat in front of the royal case to read the brochures.
She didn't dare to disturb her, so she quietly put down her tea and took a step back.
The emperor didn't raise his head, but asked her: "Is it snowing heavily outside?"
She said, "As far as I'm concerned, it's just snowdrops."
The emperor looked up and looked up.
He glanced at her and said: "In winter, the palace is very stuffy.
Although the palace in Nanyuan is small, it is warmer and more comfortable than the palace."
When Linlang heard what he said, she didn't know how to respond, but the emperor put down his pen and said thoughtfully: "After I have been busy for a while, I will go to Nanyuan."
Linlang could only hear the roar of the north wind outside the window, and the rustling of snow beads.
It hit the glazed tiles and made a sound. －－－－－－－－－ Endure it, endure it, and finally let’s start spewing blood.
In addition, I would like to ask you all to do me a favor and give Xiao Xuanzi a nickname.
Xiaozhuang accidentally called him a nickname.
Because his Manchu name is no longer available, I plan to make one for him.
I'm trying to break my head but I can only think of things like Third Brother, please help me, thank you.
Also: The Chinese meaning is enough.
I will try to find a way to ask my friends to help translate it into Manchu and then transliterate it: