As soon as Wen Jiaojiao came in, Xiao Qingyu, who was standing at the door of the main hall waiting for her to enter the palace, greeted her.
Xiao Qingyu took Wen Jiaojiao to the courtyard and said with a smile: "Have a look, do you like it?"
The yard outside the main hall of Fengyi Palace is planted with plum blossoms of many colors, pink, bright red, green and yellow, making the yard almost look like a plum garden scene.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at these plum blossoms in surprise, "Sister, these plum blossoms are... fake?"
Xiao Qingyu: "Last time I heard Qingquan say that you like plum blossoms, but you can't touch them. A pot of fake plum blossoms sent by a little palace attendant made you happy for a long time, so I asked someone to find the little palace attendant. These plum blossoms are
He made it with some good craftsmen."
Wen Jiaojiao walked to a plum blossom tree and looked at the lifelike petals. Without touching them with her hands, she couldn't tell the real ones from the fake ones.
Wen Jiaojiao sighed: "It's so beautiful."
These plum blossoms even have plum fragrance. This craftsmanship is really amazing.
When it was time for lunch, Zhao Yan left school and entered Fengyi Palace.
As a prince, he had to study and study government affairs in the study room even during the Chinese New Year. Only the emperor gave Zhao Yan two days off on the first and second day of the new year.
As soon as Zhao Yan came in, he saw Wen Jiaojiao lying on the table writing and drawing. There were several letters spread out on the table. His sharp eyes caught a glimpse of leopards and rabbits drawn on the letters.
She is writing to that foreigner again. Does she like him that much?
Zhao Yan walked up to Wen Jiaojiao. She raised her head and glanced at him, then lowered her head and continued painting.
"Ayan, you're here, wait for me and I'll finish the painting with just a little bit left."
Que Wu wrote many letters to her, all of which are with Sister Qingyu. After reading them, she was replying to him.
She still draws pictures on the letters, she doesn't like writing.
There are some characters written in these letters from Que Wu, but they are not Beiyuan characters, but Sala characters.
He imitated her style of painting like a cartoon, drawing some pictures and adding words on them.
Wen Jiaojiao couldn't understand and wanted to ask Sister Qingyu. She was proficient in the Salo language and writing, but was embarrassed to let her see those blushing paintings.
She could actually guess that some of the words written on it must be love words from Que Wu.
So she could only copy the words inside and ask Sister Qingyu.
Xiao Qingyu looked at Wen Jiaojiao holding the crooked copy of the word "Solo". Although it was messed up, he could roughly figure out what it meant.
Xiao Qingyu didn't try to expose Wen Jiaojiao, but smiled and translated it for her. After all, Jiaojiao was thin-skinned, so he just showed her the transcribed Sara text, which made her ears turn red.
Xiao Qingyu was really happy for them when she saw Wen Jiaojiao's appearance and her fondness for Que Wu's words.
After Wen Jiaojiao finished drawing the reply letter to Que Wu, she gave the letter to Qingquan, and she would send it to Que Wu for her.
Now Que Wu has arrived at the border. He said in the letter that it will take more than half a month to return to Salo at the earliest. This is still a smooth situation.
Saluo was really too far away. Wen Jiaojiao saw that Sister Qingyu had collected a map of the border. Long lines were drawn from the border land of Beiyuan to the countries outside the pass, and Saluo was in the center of the country.
land.
Looking at the map spread out over two meters, Wen Jiaojiao could feel the vastness of the outside world.
Thinking of Que Wu, Wen Jiaojiao actually yearned for it.
She couldn't imagine Que Wu really living in the capital with her, but she could imagine him living freely and freely in the vast world.
He should have been a free eagle.
Wen Jiaojiao didn't think too far ahead. Sara was too far away for her, and she didn't want Que Wu to stay in the capital for her.
To maintain this current situation, we can only take one step at a time.
After lunch, Wen Jiaojiao got up from a nap, and Xiao Qingyu prepared clothes and jewelry for her for today's palace banquet.
Tonight is New Year's Eve. The emperor and his concubines celebrate the New Year together and have a family banquet in the Yingqing Hall.
Zhao Yan did not go back to his East Palace. He finally took a vacation and was naturally with his mother. Of course, it was also because of Wen Jiaojiao's presence.
His east palace was deserted, with no one talking to him.
In the past, he had become accustomed to this kind of desolation, to being alone, and even to his mother's lukewarm attitude towards him.
But since he got Wen Jiaojiao, he can no longer bear this loneliness.
The queen mother also paid more attention to him than before, all because of Wen Jiaojiao, because of this girl he didn't want to call aunt.
"Ayan, come here, my mother has also made new clothes for you."
When he heard that he had new clothes, Zhao Yan's eyes lit up slightly, he put down the blocks in his hand and walked towards Xiao Qingyu.
Wen Jiaojiao had just woken up, but she was still in a daze. There was a lot of charcoal fire in the inner hall. She didn't want to move while lying on the bed, so she asked Qingbo to dig out the blocks she had not completed before and continue to work on them.
She had to put together the building blocks for a long time, but Zhao Yan could always finish them quickly, and now he was almost done with this new one.
"Your Highness, I brought you the jade pendant you left behind."
A small palace attendant stooped into the inner hall. Wen Jiaojiao heard the familiar clear voice and looked up with some soft and high-pitched voice. It was Xiao He.
"Xiaohe?"
Xiao He turned around and smiled shyly at Wen Jiao Jiao, "Fourth Miss."
Wen Jiaojiao had watched Xiaohe follow the prince before. His identity was just a relatively humble palace servant who tended the plum blossoms in the plum garden. In less than a month, he was promoted so quickly and became the prince's subordinate directly.
A personal palace attendant.
Zhao Yan turned to Wen Jiaojiao and said, "I saw that he was smart and had a pair of skillful hands, so I brought him to work by my side."
Wen Jiaojiao understood clearly and smiled at Xiaohe: "Xiaohe, I like those plum blossoms in Fengyi Palace very much. Your hands are so skillful. What did you do at home before?"
Xiaohe respectfully replied: "I have learned some of the craftsmanship passed down from my ancestors."
Wen Jiaojiao asked curiously: "You can make a living with this skill. How did you end up in the palace?"
Xiaohe raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Jiaojiao, and said: "Some changes happened at home when I was young, and my younger brother became seriously ill again. I had no choice but to..."
Wen Jiaojiao understood that he entered the palace for his younger brother. It was probably because the disease was difficult to treat and would cost a lot of money. It would indeed be more profitable to work as a palace attendant than to be a craftsman.
Wen Jiaojiao stopped asking him. For him, this was also a scar. If he could think of a good man, he would have to stay in the palace for the rest of his life without being purified after entering the palace.
"If you have any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to me." Wen Jiaojiao smiled at Xiaohe.
Xiaohe looked up at Wen Jiaojiao's beautiful smile, and felt that the smile was as bright as the morning sun, shining on his heart.
He never dared to look at her directly. He knew that his status was low, so he felt extremely lucky to be promoted by the prince and to see Miss Wen Si all the time.