Chapter 37: The gray line of grass snake is faintly visible
He Guiren’s voice is very sweet, as soft as the peach blossom wind.
It is said that her singing of Wu songs is comparable to that of the lotus-picking girls in the south of the Yangtze River, and she is also good at dancing with wide sleeves and bent waist.
His Majesty fell in love with him at first sight and granted the talented person a position, and later he was promoted to a noble person.
Xue Hengzhao half-closed his eyes and could not see He Guiren's face, but he could see her pair of jade hands, which were slender and well-fitting. On her wrists were jade bracelets, gold bracelets, and bracelets with coral beads threaded through red threads. p>
"You are the only daughter in the Xue family, right?" He Guiren seemed to be quite curious about Xue Hengzhao, "I'm not much older than you, and you don't seem to be in Beijing often?"
"Your Majesty has a good memory, it is true." Xue Hengzhao replied respectfully, "I have been weak since I was a child, and I have lived with my grandmother in my ancestral home in Dongdu all year round."
"I like the purse you made very much. The pile of gauze and apricot flowers are vividly made. It is really a light stack of ice silk and evenly poured rouge." He Guiren held up the purse with one hand, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully, "Wear it in spring.
It’s the right moment.”
"Your Majesty is so complimentary, but it's actually because your Majesty has beautiful bones and smooth skin, and is naturally noble, so she looks beautiful no matter what she wears."
After hearing this, He Guiren was really happy. He covered his mouth and smiled and said: "You don't even see my appearance clearly. How do you know whether I am beautiful or not?
No matter, even flattery makes me feel comfortable.
I have some new clothes here. Ask them to take you over to have a look later. Make me some purses to go with these clothes."
"Yes." Xue Hengzhao bowed his head and agreed, "I will do my best."
Finally, the palace maid named Lizhi took Xue Hengzhao to the side room, opened the cabinet and showed her some of He Guiren's new clothes.
Xue Hengzhao looked at each one carefully and remembered it in his mind, and he also had a rough idea of the style and color of the purse.
Lizhi told her: "Just go ahead and speak up if you are lacking anything. As long as it doesn't violate the rules, we have it here."
Then he took her out and said to Citron and others: "She is here specifically to make purses. If you have time, learn from her.
You must not give her other jobs. If you miss the queen's business, everyone will be embarrassed."
Citron and others quickly agreed to know, and then took Xue Hengzhao back to the previous house.
In a few days, it will be the third anniversary of the Queen Mother, and all the concubines in the palace are copying scriptures.
Before copying the sutras, one should burn incense and bathe, then wear plain clothes, pray in a quiet room, and then recite the sutras with devotion.
In this way, too many people can't disturb you, so Citron and others have time to watch Xue Hengzhao doing his work.
Suddenly Qiuli went to the dining room to ask for white fungus soup, expecting He Guiren to drink it after finishing copying the scriptures.
Lv Zao went to deliver things to other palaces, leaving only Citron in front of Xue Hengzhao.
"I see you're not very good at needlework, but you're just good at sneaking around." Citron curled her lips and said, her tone was acrimonious.
Xue Hengzhao knew that she must be dissatisfied with him, so she was nitpicking here.
Instead of trying to bridge the gap, she instead used words to thorn in Citron: "There is also a word for cleverness. My sister has been serving noble people all year round. Why don't you learn to be cleverer?
In this case, it won't be my turn to step forward, and my sister will be appreciated even more, right?"
After hearing this, Citron was really angry and sneered: "How can it be your turn to teach me a lesson? A pug walks over the threshold, does he really think he has a higher status?!
You don't even look at your own virtue, and you still want to climb high! What kind of blessing can you deserve with your humble bones?
I advise you to take a break as soon as possible. Don’t fail to climb a high branch and fall to your death!”
"Sister, I'm really good at joking. I'm here just for a temporary commitment. After I finish my work, I have to go back to the Eighth Bureau. What high branches can I climb on?" Xue Hengzhao glanced at the angry Citron and smiled. Citron turned his face away and snorted coldly: "Of course you don't bother to curry favor with us nobles. Not to mention here, even if you serve in front of the imperial concubine, you are still a servant!
Don’t think that I don’t know what you’re planning to do. You’re really crazy about leaving this place!”
Xue Hengzhao stopped saying anything when he saw that he had tricked her, and Citron thought that he had spoken to Xue Hengzhao's thoughts, and couldn't help but feel proud.
Then Qiuli and others came back, and Citron asked Luzao: "Sister Chuntao's birthday will be in half a month, what do you think I should give her?"
"In previous years, it was just a gift of my own needlework. If you are too lazy to make it, you can go to the small kitchen and serve her two dishes."
"It's not that I'm too lazy to do it, I just want to send needles and threads every year. There's nothing new." Citron said, "You also know that I owed her a favor a few days ago."
"There's nothing difficult about this. You can ask a young eunuch who can leave the palace to go to the rouge shop called Mi Fangzong and buy her a box of fragrant rouge paste. Isn't it better than anything else?" Lu Zao stretched his arms.
He said while holding his lapel.
"Yes! This thing is small and handy." Citron clapped his hands happily after hearing this, "You have really helped me a lot. I really have to ask you about everything."
Xue Hengzhao saw that Citron had no idea and always liked to follow Lv Zao. She did whatever she said.
Such people are most likely to be used as weapons.
Then Qiuli also intervened, and several people were chattering there.
Xue Hengzhao quietly laid out the flower fabric and used a Zaoxin pen (ancient pencil) to trace the outline of the embroidery on the flower fabric one stroke at a time.
The color of the pen is very light and cannot be seen from a distance.
Just like some things, the outline already exists, but some people can see it clearly, while some people can't.
In the second half of the day, Xue Hengzhao raised his sore neck, put down his needlework, and tried his best to stretch his arms and waist.
At this time, she was the only one in the room. She found a piece of paper and quickly wrote a few words on it.
Then he rubbed the end of the paper tightly, turned it into a small paper stick, and hid it in the seam of his clothes.
After waiting for a while, Qiuli came in from outside.
Xue Hengzhao discussed with her with a smile: "Sister Qiuli, can I go back and get two changes of clothes? I came out in a hurry today, I don't know how many days I will have to stay here."
"Go ahead and go through the back door." Qiuli said, "Just don't come back too late."
"Thank you for your understanding, sister. I'll be back as soon as I can." Xue Hengzhao thanked her.
"Why are you so polite?" Qiuli smiled, "Citron's temper is a bit tough, and sometimes he talks carelessly, so don't take it to heart."
"Sister Citron is outspoken. It's good to have such a temperament. Thank you for your comfort, sister, I won't take this to heart." After saying this, Xue Hengzhao came out and returned to the needlework bureau to find Chi Su.
"I thought you were going there. I asked Eunuch Liu to find out." Chi Su pulled Xue Hengzhao's sleeve and said, "I heard you will be there these days. Are you coming back to get some clothes?" p>
"You can predict things like a god now." Xue Hengzhao teased her, "Let's go back and help me clean up."