Queen Mother Jiang is from the south, and most people in the south believe that the winter solstice means the New Year.
Ever since Empress Dowager Jiang became the Queen Mother, she has been going to the Star Observation Tower to worship the sky every Winter Solstice. It was not held last year because she was not in Kyoto.
Without the sacrifice to heaven last year, I'm afraid it will be more grand this year.
The birthday of Winter Solstice is not Song Qinghuan's, but the original owner's, but it doesn't matter.
Not to mention, Empress Dowager Jiang was not an easy person to deal with. She avoided Song Qinghuan whenever she could and would not follow her to join in the fun.
Princess Rouzhen was so idle that she pulled her sleeve and said, "You are not familiar with me, but I am familiar with you."
He added: "Although the Queen Mother was offering sacrifices to heaven that day, there were also many interesting things happening among the people. There were temple fairs, storytellers, opera singers, and all kinds of things..."
She told a lot of things and said she wanted to celebrate Song Qinghuan's birthday, but it seemed that she wanted to coax Song Qinghuan to play with her.
The abacus in Song Qinghuan's hand was clicking loudly, but there was no expression of emotion on her face.
She pretended to be pitiful again: "Just go ahead. Think about it. I suppressed this face in the palace for several months without saying anything, and I offended all those sisters. Now everyone
You no longer play with me, and now you don't play with me, then I am no longer alone."
Song Qinghuan glanced sideways at her and exposed her: "Do you want to celebrate your birthday with me, or do you want me to play with you?"
Princess Rouzhen immediately blinked her eyes: "You can kill two birds with one stone."
Seeing that Song Qinghuan still looked unmoved, he thought for a while and said temptingly: "Didn't I eat and drink at your place and take a lot of rouge and gouache? Otherwise, if you come out on the winter solstice,
I will pay you all the money."
"You settle the settlement first, and I will go out to find you on that day."
Song Qinghuan responded so quickly that Princess Rouzhen didn't react. After a while, she said angrily: "Who is it? Talking about money hurts feelings."
Even though he said this, he still asked the palace attendant outside the door to bring in his purse.
The green purse was embroidered with lilacs, but when I opened it, I was stunned for a long time and couldn't take out anything.
Song Qinghuan became anxious when he saw it. He stretched out his hand to grab it. He quickly took out two banknotes and stuffed them into the box on the corner of the table: "Anything less is mine, and anything more is yours to remember."
Then he stuffed the green purse into her hand: "Okay, I will definitely go to your appointment on the winter solstice."
Princess Rouzhen pinched her purse and stuffed it into her arms for a long time. She pouted and said, "Who is so stubborn?"
She didn't really need the money, but she just liked to tease Song Qinghuan.
No one in the palace wears a mask and smiles on his face, but behind his back he may say evil words or do evil things.
Song Qinghuan accepted Princess Rouzhen's money and, in a rare act of kindness, asked Taxue to cleanse her face and apply ointment in person.
Seeing that it was getting late, I didn't want to leave any trace of my tenderness, so I put on my veil and sighed, "But please don't take it seriously."
Song Qinghuan glanced at her sideways. Seeing that she was about to leave, he thought for a while and asked: "Do you know when the army going to Liaodong will come back?"
Princess Rouzhen twisted her waist and hummed: "I won't tell you unless you tell me whether the young boy I bumped into in Yipinju is your brother."
"No." Song Qinghuan said, "Treading in the snow to see off guests."
After sending Princess Rouzhen away, Song Qinghuan no longer had the time to think about the accounts. He closed the accounts and planned to go back home.
Before anyone could go out, the shopkeeper of Yipinju hurried upstairs and delivered a package. He smiled and said, "It's from Lizhou, for the girl."
Those from Lizhou were sent to Yipinju, so Wei Yutang was the only one.
Song Qinghuan took it, asked the shopkeeper to leave, and then opened the package. It was a small red lacquered box. Inside the box was rouge and gouache wrapped well in red silk cloth.
Song Qinghuan pursed her lips and smiled. She took apart everything inside and looked at it. However, none of them were popular in Kyoto. She thought they were popular in Lizhou.
She took some of those things one by one and tried them. She thought they were good, so she closed the box again and called Tuxue: "Have someone send it to Yanwen, saying it's a new thing from Lizhou."
Texue hugged the box and laughed: "Our future uncle is really fun and tight. He doesn't know how to give these things to the girl in two copies. He always gives them to the makeup pavilion, which wastes all his efforts.
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Song Qinghuan didn't have time to talk to her, so she stretched her body and stood up and went out.
The carriage was ready. Liu Ping was sitting on the shaft, drinking water from the water bag. When he saw his master coming, he quickly put down the water bag and opened the curtain of the carriage.
Texue carefully handed the box to the waiter from Yipinju to deliver it to Dianzhuang Pavilion, and hurried to help Song Qinghuan get on the carriage.
The master and servant had just sat down, when a girl's stern questioning voice sounded outside.
"It's a good thing that you, Yipinju, are still open to do business. Don't you know that these snacks are sour?"
"Since those who can come to Yipinju to buy snacks are either rich or expensive, and the masters are also proud of their bodies and expensive meat, if they eat bad food, can you afford to pay for it?"
Song Qinghuan frowned and looked through the car curtain raised by Taxue, but it was a little maid who looked familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time.
Since Yipinju opened its doors in February, it has happened a few times that fake items were used to extort money.
The shopkeeper's colleagues were also able to handle it with ease. Song Qinghuan didn't worry about it and said: "Let's go."
Liu Ping responded with a shout and was about to raise his riding whip, but he had someone stop him.
She is still the arrogant little maid just now.
"The Song family's carriage, I think the owner of Yipinju is here."
"It just so happens that you guys are fooling people with overnight supplies. As the owner, you should come out and explain."
Liu Ping knew that Song Qinghuan was impatient with these things, so he said: "Girl, the gate of Yipinju is over there. If you have any questions, ask the shopkeeper or the waiter, they can solve it for you. Although our girl is the boss, she is not a cook."
Liu Ping had been with Song Qing for a long time, and he was quite polite in what he said and did. This time he was polite.
The little maid immediately got angry, put her hands on her hips, and glared: "As a driver, what qualifications do you have to speak for your master? Now I say that there is something wrong with your Yipinju dim sum. You asked me to find the shopkeeper or the waiter."
Then what is your business for, are you just making these dirty money?"
Song Qinghuan listened to all these words in the carriage without even frowning, but Tuxue couldn't help but said: "Girl, please go down and take a look. This little maid is clearly well prepared."
Before Song Qinghuan could respond, he heard another woman's voice coming from outside. She called softly and softly: "Cuiping, don't be rude. Let's talk things over. Don't be rude."
Texue lifted the curtain and got out of the car. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a familiar face, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Why is it you?"
