The Spring Festival is approaching, and Pingguang is getting busier and busier. The incense in Huaiyuan Temple and the green smoke filling the clouds must have almost crossed the threshold. Isn't the Prime Minister's Mansion at the end of the year full of guests and noisy and lively? It is said that guests come to the house to make the house prosperous.
, Everyone in today’s prime minister’s office wants to be in the prime minister’s office. Not to mention being promoted and making a fortune, one can gain fame and reputation no matter what.
My mother's recent absence from Wufeng'an must be related to the fact that she has been socializing a lot recently. Although she is an unpopular concubine, the prime minister is the only two ladies who know about it at this time. Besides, everyone wants to celebrate the New Year.
To seek good luck, this Wufeng Temple is where widows live, and ordinary people will not go to this place.
That's good, lest my mother see me in such vain. I put on my clothes and pushed open the window lattice. The cold wind blew in my face and hurt my face. But
The spirit has soared a lot.
Creak.
The window on the opposite side also opened as if by induction. It was Huici. I greeted her with a smile, picked up the crutch prepared for me by Pingguang at the corner of the room and limped towards her room.
"Master Huici, you look much better." When he opened the door, the pungent stench of feces and urine and the stale smell of not getting fresh air for a long time filled his nostrils, and he suppressed the churning in his stomach with an embarrassed expression and forced a smile.
He said to her: "You should get up and take a walk long ago. Come on, let's go for a walk. I'll ask Ping Guang to find someone to clean up your room."
"Is the room smelly?" She looked very strange today, her face was rosy, her eyes were shining, and she looked much younger. Also, this attitude was indescribably strange. Normally, unless I said a few words first
Above, she never took the initiative to strike up a conversation with me.
"Uh... not bad." He smiled dryly and walked to the window, feeling much better now.
"Then help me put on new sheets and bedding." She was actually smiling, a smile that was very kind and kind but always felt like something was wrong.
"Ah?" I looked at my injured leg hesitantly. She was trying to hurt me, right? We have no grudges. I have the softest heart. When I saw her pleading eyes, I couldn't help but nodded and replied: "Oh, okay.
Yes, I’ll go to senior sister’s place to get it in exchange right away.”
"No, I have it here." She pointed to the bed and said, "Take out that box, there is a new one in it."
Nodding and gritting his teeth, he put his hands on the edge of the bed and bent down to pull out a faded mahogany box. Huici laughed, with a face full of urgency: "Hurry! Open it quickly."
"Oh." I opened the box with a soft response, and there was a pungent smell that had not been touched for a long time. I waved my hand in front of my nose a few times, and looked inside the box. Huici had already walked over, squatted down, and her fingertips were trembling.
Caressing those still gorgeous silk brocades, her deep-set eyes were filled with tears.
"Can you get me some water? I want to take a shower and change clothes." Her lips were pale and trembling, and she looked at her uneasily, reluctant to refuse her request. When she walked to the window, she happened to see Pingguang twisting his round body, and called
She boiled water on his behalf, but she agreed readily.
Silently I took the red bed sheet and quilt cover from her. It was embroidered with lotus flowers and mandarin ducks playing in the water. The workmanship was very fine and lifelike. I caressed the embroidery. I was not in the mood to appreciate this beautiful craftsmanship. The bad premonition became stronger and stronger.
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Huici spoke: "My mother taught me how to make this when I was ten years old." She picked up a pink purse, lowered her head and smelled it, looking like a shy little daughter: "My mother said that female workers in my daughter's house must do it well.
Only then can your future husband love you. At that time, every day, I watched my father draw eyebrows for my mother, and the two of them held hands in the flower garden. Their love was boundless, so I looked forward to my future. When I thought about it, my heart was full of expectation and happiness.
It’s the happiest day of my life.”
Listening to her words, even though I felt the same way in my heart, I don't know why, but the more I listened, the more sad I became. The uneasiness in my heart grew. I sniffed and flattened the sheets little by little.
"When I was fourteen years old, during the Lantern Festival, I was standing on the bridge in my prime, holding a magnolia lantern leaning against the bridge. The water lanterns flowing under the river reflected my beautiful face. At that time, I met him,
He didn't recognize me at first glance, but I fell in love with him. I don't know whether God took pity on me, or it was destined to be a bad fate. I entered the palace. Because of my average family background, I only got a beauty, but I am still happy because of that
He is the emperor. I dressed up beautifully and carefully, just hoping that he would look at me one more time and allow me to spend the night together, but he never stayed for me, and even ignored my existence at all. Beauty and talent, in fact, they are just taking care of the emperor's food and drink.
She's just a girl living in daily life." The light in her eyes flickered. When I folded the quilt, Pingguang had already brought the water, poured it into the wooden bucket, closed the window, and raised the charcoal fire to increase the indoor temperature.
Fu Huici sat down in the barrel, picked up a cloth and wiped her back, and poured the warm water on her skin. Only then did she realize that her skin was very smooth and white.
"Jingyun, who do you look like?" She closed her eyes and seemed to be enjoying the care of warm water like a mother's body.
"Some people say they look like their father, and some say they look like their mother. However, generally speaking, girls look like their father, while boys look more like their mothers." My stomach suddenly hurt, and it was because I was too nervous due to uneasiness.