The Best Life
for a Favoured Woman: The Rising Life
After the Abandonment of the White Moonlight She walked on the remote imperial road, and when she looked up, she could only see the brackets on the eaves of the Fengzao Palace, which was familiar and strange. As
she slowed down, the little yellow door in front of her began to shout, “Hurry up, what are you doing dilly-dallying for?”
Zhangsun Qiushui hung his head, hurried two steps, and followed the small yellow door.
Not far away, another group of people came slowly along the imperial road.
Small yellow door eyesight is very good, separated so far, still saw the noble sitting on the chariot, immediately stopped, stood in the original place, lifted the robe kneeling down, and did not forget to drag the autumn water to the ground. As the chari
ot approached little by little, Qiushui knelt there, only to see a pair of green silk shoes stepping lightly under his eyelids.
I don’t know which palace’s empress is coming.
She raised her head in a faint curiosity. The beauty sitting
on the chariot had already taken two or three steps, but she did not know what had happened. Suddenly, she asked someone to stop the chariot and turned back slowly. She was looking at Zhangsun Qiushui.
Zhangsun Qiushui under the palpitation, but a smile, the original is the old friend Zhao Jieyu ah.
Zhao Jieyu never thought she would meet Qiushui here. She was so surprised that she wanted to come down from the chariot to pay her respects.
When he came to his senses, he remembered that Zhangsun Qiushui was no longer the queen, and that he had not been the queen since five years ago.
What’s more, she heard this morning that the empress Dowager, who died a month ago, had left a decree to replace Zhangsun Qiushui from the abandoned Nagato Palace to the maidservant of Yeting Palace. The age of the house of
pepper has long passed, and now she is the one who is favored by the emperor. She does not have to and does not need to kneel down to a maid. When Zhao Jieyu raised her head
proudly, she ordered Gong E to turn her chariot around and walk up to Zhangsun Qiushui again. “How can there be a magpie’s cry today,” she said. “An old friend has come back.”
Zhangsun Qiushui bowed his head and said nothing.
Zhao Jieyu grinned and glanced at the little yellow door next to her. “Where are you going?” She asked.
Little Huang answered her submissively, “If you go back to the empress, the slaves are going to the court.”
“Oh?” Chao Chieh-yu, knowing what she was doing, turned to Chiu-shui and said, “Yeting is where the maidservants live. Do you want to go, too?”
Qiushui lowered her eyes and said, “Yes.”
“That’s really hard for you.”
Zhao Jieyu pretended to look at the woman kneeling on the ground with cold eyes. Her face was dusty and her clothes were coarse and ragged. Where could she look like the mother of a country?
The queen mother was so old and fatuous that she thought that if she brought Zhangsun Qiushui from the cold palace to the court, she would have a chance to be favored again. She also did not think, now this harem, is not five years ago the harem.
Zhaoyang, Feixiang, Albizzia, Changning, Cymbidium, Lanlin, Pixiang, Anchu, Jiaofeng, Shen Ruo, Guangming, yuanluan, Yongyan, Chenglu East and West 14 palaces, which palace is not full of people? No matter how virtuous and
reasonable Zhangsun Qiushui is, without her appearance and wealth, what can she take to compete with the beauties of the Fourteenth Palace for favor?
It’s just a change of place for her to die. Oh, no, maybe it’s not about waiting to die, it’s about dying.
Eyebrows raised, Zhao Jieyu faintly showing three points of pride, waved his hand, motioned to Gong E to lift the chariot again, toward the other place far away.
Zhangsun Qiushui was finally able to stand up. In her early years, she was so rich and honored that she never kowtowed to anyone. But do not want to be detained in the cold palace for many days, eat the bitterness that ordinary people can not eat, really to kneel down, only to find that it is not as bad as imagined.
Since Yeting was the residence of the maidservants, it was naturally built in a remote place. When
Xiao Huangmen led Zhangsun Qiushui to the past, a group of maidservants on duty had already come back. Most of
them were selected in recent years, but they were fifteen or sixteen years old. They had never seen Qiushui as a queen, so naturally they did not recognize Qiushui. The minister of the
province was an old man in the palace, and even though he had already received the decree, he was still startled to see Zhangsun Qiushui.
With the rules of the palace, he was supposed not to salute Zhangsun Qiushui, but somehow, the attendant came out respectfully, knelt down, left hand on the ground with his right hand, and slowly kowtowed to the end.
He used the heaviest etiquette of the nine obediences.
Both Qiushui and Xiaohuangmen were startled by his sudden kneeling. When they realized it, both of them had already knelt down. In a panic, the Chamberlain could not stop kowtowing and said, “Empress, please get up. Please get up quickly. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it.” With a wry smile
, Qiushui said, “Ah Weng, I’m no longer the empress of the past. Ah Weng doesn’t have to treat me like this.”
“I dare not, I dare not.”
The warden repeatedly panicked, and Qiushui pulled him up with the small yellow door.
Because she is the queen mother’s decree to allocate, no need to read again, as long as the placement of the bag can be.
In spite of the surprised eyes of the little yellow door, he insisted on personally sending Qiushui to the place where he lived. Seeing no one else
on the way, Qiushui asked him, “Ah Weng, is it true that the emperor’s aunt has died?”
“I’m sorry for the Empress,” he said, nodding his head. “Since the Zhangsun clan was exiled to Hepu and the Empress was confined to the long gate, the Empress Dowager’s health has been getting worse day by day. Last month on the Hundred Flowers Festival, all the empresses of the palace went to congratulate the Empress Dowager. The Empress Dowager was so happy that she drank a few more cups of Hundred Flowers Brew. She didn’t want to stir up chronic ailment, which would make the disease difficult to cure, so she just left.
“Is it?”
Qiushui bit his lip, and the glimmer of hope he had embraced when he came has all disappeared now.
The woman who had turned her hands into clouds and turned her hands into rain, the aunt who had insisted on calling her into the palace regardless of her parents’ wishes, and the queen mother who had supported the young emperor, could not resist the will of heaven after all, and turned into loess when she was over fifty years old.
She felt sorry for herself and did not know whether it was for herself or for the queen mother.
When he arrived at the place where he lived, it was not convenient for him to stay longer. He told Zhangsun Qiushui to say a few words and then said goodbye. Living in the same room
with Qiushui was Xiao Gong’e Cuiye. She looked thirteen or fourteen years old. She had a face like a full moon. Although her beauty was not very outstanding, she was charming and lovely. As soon as
she saw Qiushui carrying the package through the door, she hurried up and took it cleverly. “I heard someone was coming to the house,” she said with a smile. “I thought it was a little sister. It turned out to be my aunt.”
Her sweet mouth is also clever, estimated the age of Qiushui, only thought that where is the female official in charge.
Qiushui felt embarrassed to touch his cheek. In the past, he worked hard in Nagato and seldom had a chance to think about anything else. Now, when he first arrived, he was woken up by Cuiye’s aunt. Only then did he realize that time flies and his youth is gone.
She kept silent, but finally she couldn’t afford to be an aunt. “You’re joking, girl,” she said. “I’m just like you. I’m just a maid of honor in the court.”
“Huh?” When Cuiye heard this, not surprisingly, she looked surprised. “The oldest pick girl can’t be more than 20 years old. Look at my sister’s age. It doesn’t look like she’s been picked to come in. Is it..?”
Ye court maid, according to the old practice, if not from the good family son lost, or from the captives and guilty of official crime.
Cuiye, for the sake of Qiushui’s face, did not say all that she had to say. Qiushui thought about the abandoned imperial edict and the three exiled clans, and remembered that there was no difference between her and the sinners. She nodded softly and said, “My family has indeed committed some crimes.”
When Cuiye heard this, she could not help sighing. Although she had lost the election in a good family, because of her poor family, she had never felt miserable when she arrived at Yeting and had food and shelter.
Poor official criminals, in the past, must have lived a life of food to open their mouths and clothes to stretch out their hands. Being a slave at first, I’m afraid I can’t stand it.
As a result, seeing that Qiushui was eager to take care of her a little more, he settled her bags and comforted her by saying, “Now that I’ve come here, all the things in the past are loess. When the wind blows, they disappear. It’s a big thing to live.”. My sister just wants to live here as long as she can. In the future, I will be here wherever I don’t understand.
Qiushui thanked her for her kindness and glanced up and down at the humble house. “You’re right,” he said. “It’s good to live here.”
Cuiye looked back and smiled, “Sister, although this house is not as good as the place you used to live in, it is windproof, rainproof, and solidly built.”. Speaking of which, I’d like to thank someone.
Hmm? Who should I thank for this? After settling his bags, Qiushui sat sideways on the cold and stiff bed, slightly slanting his head, and came to ask her curiously.
Cuiye raised a finger to her lips and softly hissed. She pricked up her ears and listened. Knowing that no one was around, she mysteriously approached Qiushui and whispered, “I want to thank Empress Zhangsun in front of me.”
Thank her? Why is that?
Confused, Cuiye thought she was a newcomer. “I don’t know why,” she said. “I didn’t know until I heard from Sister Luhui, who was beside Chen Pao-lin. Green Hui sister said, usually Yeting is the most humble place in the whole Han Palace, the people living inside are cold and hungry, and the outside never cares. When Empress Zhangsun came, she issued a decree forbidding Yeting to withhold food from the people of Yeting Palace. She also issued a decree to renovate all the places where Yeting was ventilated and leaky. That year, no one in Yeting froze to death. Sister, don’t you think we should thank Empress Zhangsun?
“Mmm.” Qiushui answered her lightly, without praise or criticism.
When the late emperor passed away, the world was not yet peaceful, the emperor’s aunt had no children, and was eager to assist Prince Liu Chang to ascend the throne, so she was summoned to the palace to accompany Liu Chang. When she
was young, she was fond of playing and was spoiled by the emperor’s aunt, so she had set foot in all parts of the Han Palace. One day, she went to Yeting and saw that all the people in Yeting were miserable. She could not bear it, so she always stole there to send some food to the people in Yeting Palace.
Later, the emperor’s aunt made a marriage contract for her and Liu Chang. When Liu Chang ascended the throne, the first thing she did was to repair the palace and renovate the court.
As for the court to withhold food, that is since the founding of the Han Dynasty, when the emperor’s aunt was busy ruling from behind the curtain, impatient to manage these trivial things, she also dare not mention, after waiting for his charge in the palace, just by the head of the upper and lower palace affairs are rectified.
But at that time she thought she was just doing what a queen should do, but she didn’t want to benefit herself one day.
When Cuiye talked about the former queen, she was afraid that she didn’t know the taboo, so she quickly added two more sentences: “By the way, sister, just listen to these words, but don’t say them outside.”. The Empress Zhangsun. Now that it has been abolished, it is no longer allowed to be mentioned in the palace. If the doctors of the palace were to hear it, it would be light to beat it.
“Yes, I remember. I won’t say anything.” Qiushui nodded his head.
Those are old things, others do not mention, she will not even think about it.
Cuiye breathes a sigh of relief. She has always felt pity for the former empress, who was kind but did not come to a good end. Similarly, she feels close to Qiushui, who has been reduced to this fate. “After talking for so long, I almost forgot to ask, what should I call my sister?”.
“I..” Qiushui pursed her thin lips lightly. She had just said something about herself, but now she really couldn’t tell her her real name. She pinched her head and removed her tail, saying only, “My family name is Sun, and my single name is Qiu.”
“Sun Chiu.” “Then I’ll call you Sister Chiu-er from now on.”
Qiushui nodded with a smile and looked at Cuiye with gentle eyes, as if she had seen her sister running into her boudoir excitedly when she was not married that year.
As soon as I entered the palace gate, it was as deep as the sea, not to mention entering the court. During the reign of Emperor Gaozu in
the past year, Li You, the prime minister, was imprisoned for his crime. His wife, Wang Shi, would rather die than be a rice slave in Yeting. The suffering of Yeting was evident.
Cuiye thought Qiushui would not be able to bear it, but when she saw her washing clothes, pounding rice, sweeping and weaving cloth, she could not help wondering who she was and how she could even do the work of the servants so well.
Little did they know that Nagato’s five years were enough to turn a man whose fingers did not touch the spring water into a handyman who could be driven in every way.
Compared with Cuiye’s Nahan, Qiushui enjoyed himself. He was a slave and a maidservant. It was not so important whether he was in Nagato or in Yeting.
The important thing is that it’s good to keep her so stable.
Unfortunately, God’s will often does not follow people’s wishes.
Since she came, Yeting’s chores have suddenly increased overnight. In the past, each person only needed to eat rice once, but now they can’t finish it two or three times. In the past, only one bolt of cloth was needed to weave every day, but now it takes three or four bolts. The people of the Yeting Palace were so
tired that they couldn’t bear to speak of it. Some of them had the courage to ask the maid in charge of the palace. The maid in charge smiled coldly and said, “These are all things that the ladies of the palace are waiting to eat. It’s not that I want to be harsh on you. Why do you come to me to complain?”
When Qiushui heard this, he knew that it was probably because the news of her demotion to Yeting had spread that he had asked those people to think of ways to torment themselves, so that they did not hesitate to implicate so many people.
Feeling guilty, she was unable to turn around, so she could only light the lamp and boil oil to do twice as much work as others. “Sister Chiu-erh,”
she sighed, “the work in the palace goes on day after day, and there’s no way to finish it. Everyone else is trying to avoid being lazy, but you’re so stupid that you have to rush to do it.”
Qiushui was suffering unspeakably, so she could only smile and persuade her: “It’s me who can’t be idle. You can have a rest. Don’t worry about me.”
Be that as it may, however, if someone deliberately makes things difficult for her, even if she does well, she will eventually be picked out.
On that day, the sky was overcast, and even in the remote Yeting, you could see the dark clouds over the fourteen palaces of the East and West. Early in the morning, as usual, Gong’e, who was in
charge of the palace, sent someone to work. Before all the maidservants could complain, she raised her voice and shouted, “Who was the last person to cook rice yesterday?”
When the palace maids heard this, they were stunned. After a while, they cast their eyes on the autumn water. “Back to Auntie,”
said Qiushui, bending his knees, “yesterday was my maidservant’s last rice.” When Gong E, who was in charge of
the palace, heard this, she stared coldly at her with a pair of eyes like ice skates: How many times have I said that you must do your best to pound rice in the palace? It’s all the food in the mouth of a noble person. If you make a mistake, your life will be in danger. Do you remember?
“The maidservant remembers.”
Now that I remember, how did the rice still have rice bran in it? Did you not mean to do that?
“The maidservant does not dare.”
Qiushui bowed her head humbly, and before she entered the court, she knew that the future was uncertain, and it was too much trouble, so she did not dare to treat the court’s handymen with the slightest slack. When she pounded the rice
yesterday, she checked it before sending it out, and there would never be any rice bran left in it.
It’s just that now she’s humble, she’s a knife, she’s a fish, and naturally she’s in charge of what Gong E says. As soon as
she did her best to make a small drop, Rao, who was in charge of the palace, was so full of anger that she wanted to send it out. By this time, she couldn’t do it any more in front of everyone. She had to throw her long sleeve and said angrily, “It’s not intentional, but it’s a big mistake. Today I’ll punish you for sweeping the imperial road as an example. When I say it’s clean, I’ll stop.”
“Promise!” She doesn’t argue or quarrel.
Cuiye looked at her anxiously, and when she got back to the house, she kept defending her against injustice: “Why is Sister Chiu-er so good-natured?”? The rice you cooked is the best among us. How can it be mixed with rice bran? It’s clear that someone planted evidence against you. Why didn’t you say so?
Say? To whom?
Qiushui smiled and said nothing. It was human nature to step low and hold high in the palace, and Yeting was no exception. Since Gong E, who was in charge of the palace, had come to look for her right and wrong, it must have been someone behind her. Even if
she defends, who will listen and who will believe it? Zuo is just having a hard time.
Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, it was estimated that it was going to rain. Qiushui was no longer delayed. He took the broom and dustpan and went out of the door.
The courtyard is deep, and the dark imperial road is sandwiched between the high walls, like a long dragon crawling on the ground without seeing its head and tail.
She lowered her head, stretched her slender and weak neck slightly, focused her eyes, and carefully swept the bluestone pavement with her hands.
When I was here, I just wanted to have fun, but I didn’t know that every brick and tile here was so simple and experienced vicissitudes of life.
The midsummer wind, carrying water vapor, passed through the wall in the lane, and finally brought a trace of coolness to the heat.
Qiushui wiped his sweat and looked up, only to see that he had just swept the distance of Mozhang, which was still far away from the end.
She was silent for a moment, took a breath, and hung her head to sweep a foot of the ground in front of her.
Another gust of wind blew, this time no longer mixed with water vapor, but faintly with two or three people talking, shouting and drinking, coming from afar. Out of the corner of her eye
, she caught a glimpse of two or three palace people walking on the imperial road, kneeling down against the wall. Knowing that there was a noble person traveling, she quickly put away the broom and dustpan and knelt down according to the rules.
With the example of Zhao Jieyu before, kneeling again this time, she had no feelings in her heart, but listened patiently to the footsteps coming from the distance, waiting for people to pass by, not to delay the sweeping again.
Keng! Keng! Keng!
Unexpectedly, the sound of footsteps accompanied by the sound of soldiers came, but it turned out that I was holding the gold to clear the way.
Not the noble travel, but the holy driving in person!
Qiushui’s heart was suddenly shocked, and her hands, which were lying on the ground, were unexpectedly clenched into fists. She lowered her stature more and more, and was sure to make herself disappear from the crowd. The
red embroidered hem swept over the floor tiles like the wind, and the black wheels, stepping on the old ruts, rumbled on a long journey.
Qiushui held his breath for no reason.
Since the day she entered the Nagato Palace, she had never thought that she would meet him one day, nor had she ever thought that she would meet him in such circumstances.
Fortunately, the dragon chariot was covered with a canopy, and the four curtains were unfathomable, which saved her from the worry of meeting.
When the last attendant came out of the corner of his eye, Qiushuifang exhaled and slowly straightened up with a light broom.
Still to sweep the deep and narrow imperial road, Wei Nai just waved his sleeve and saw a touch of vermilion in his eyes.
She looked up in alarm and saw a familiar face.
“Is it you?”
She used to be a close attendant, Su Wen, a big long autumn in Fengzao Palace. With a sigh,
Su Wen bowed down and said, “I thought I was wrong, but I didn’t want to think it was really the empress.”
Qiushui sighed, “Ah Weng has killed me. I am no longer the queen of the past.”
“Maybe not in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of your subordinates, the empress will always be the empress of your subordinates.” Su Wen raised her eyes, glancing at her plain white and humble clothes and the shabby broom in her hand, and her eyes were slightly red for a moment.
He had heard that Qiushui had been transferred to Yeting, and he knew that her life was hard, but he did not expect that it would be so hard. How could the eldest daughter of Zaifu, who was
famous in Chang’an, and the queen of Zhonggong, who captured the city, be like this today?
He looked at Qiushui, Qiushui also looked at him, but saw that he had changed into the clothes and shoes of Zhongchang Shi, which were the clothes of the emperor’s close ministers. He must have had a good time these years.
At the beginning, because she was abandoned, the Fengzao Palace was almost full of nests, and there were no more eggs. The Changqiujian, next to
the Fengzao Palace, escaped the disaster because it belonged to Neishi Province.
Originally, she wanted Ruyi and Wanning to stay, so they didn’t have to go to Nagato with her to suffer, but Ruyi and others would rather die than follow, and secretly spurned Su Wen, saying that he was rebellious and ungrateful.
She did not agree, that year her relatives have fallen, in the face of the old people around her, her greatest hope is to live one is one, as to how to live, what kind of choice, she does not care. We can
‘t let everyone stay with her for the rest of her life.
Therefore, for Su Wen she did not resent, but is gratified, Su Wen with her side for a long time, for the son of heaven’s habits and disposition is much better than others, with him around, presumably the son of heaven can also save a lot of effort.
Su Wen stole the time to stay, since he saw the autumn water, he felt a little at ease, said hello, then walked a few steps, chasing the dragon chariot.
Qiushui withdrew his eyes, grasped the broom, and swept it more and more attentively.
Will be swept to the end, the other side of the wind will be wrapped in dark clouds to cover the top. In a flash
, the raindrops as big as beans were scattered like a curtain of beads rolling down, and the big and small beads fell all over the plate. The high walls on both sides of
the imperial road stood tall, and there was no shelter from the eaves. There was no way to avoid it. She was drenched in the rain. No one came
to Piansheng Yeting, and without the words of Gong E, who was in charge, she could not finish this sweeping.
In fact, she should have expected, since those people want her to suffer, how can it be easily punished to sweep the imperial road can be justified?
She closed her eyes in silence and stood alone in the rain.
For a moment, she felt the rain stopping at the end of her eyes and ears. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and a figure stood behind her with an umbrella.
“The eldest grandson.” The person under the
umbrella had beautiful and soft eyebrows and eyes, and a familiar face. It turned out to be Chen Baolin.
Qiushui couldn’t help sighing that there were many old friends in the palace.
She bent her knees slightly, doing her duty as a palace maid: “The maidservant Qiushui has seen the empress.” At the right moment,
Chen Pao-lin reached out his hand to support her. Holding the umbrella, he gently tilted his arm to block the misty rain from the high wall for her. “Why does my sister feel so inferior?”? I haven’t seen my sister for many years. Since she’s here, why don’t you come and sit in my palace?
“The maidservant thanks the empress for her kindness, but the maidservant still has important matters to attend to, and it is not convenient for her to leave here.” Qiushui refused to accept it. She is still being punished now, and she really can’t fall into the hands of others.
Chen Baolin raised his head to take a look at the pouring rain and saw the old broom she was holding tightly in her hand. They were all people with the same pure heart. Naturally, he could guess why she was here. The man in the
hateful palace was so cruel that he did not want to show up and embarrass her, so he instigated others to torture her, and he fell clean. Borrowing a knife to kill
like this is not afraid of losing his life.
She was upset, but she knew that as Baolin, she was far below the rank of the concubines in the Fourteenth Palace. She couldn’t say much. She just took Qiushui by the hand and said, “Don’t worry, sister. No one will come over at this time. My place is nearby. It’s only a few steps to the left. Sister, at least go in and have a rest until the storm is over.” It’s not too late to come out and sweep. Then
, without waiting for Qiushui to open his mouth, he took her on his arm and walked to his palace.
Baolin was only the last of the fourteen imperial concubines in the Han Palace, and the palace where he lived was not as good as Zhao Jieyu’s. He just set up a separate courtyard beside the court. The flowers and trees in the
courtyard were all wet from the rain, and they looked more and more sparse. An ordinary woman was standing under the eaves with her hands propped up to keep out the rain. When she saw them coming in, she hurriedly said, “Empress, the wind and rain have been so tight this time. Have you ever been caught in the rain?”
Chen Pao-lin shook his head and told her, “Green Hui, go and prepare a cup of ginger soup.” The maidservant who
called Lvhui promised and went cleverly.
Qiushui looked at her back and remembered what Cuiye had said before, thinking that this green Cymbidium was the one Cuiye often mentioned.
She could not resist Chen Baolin’s good intentions to enter the house, although the palace is simple, but after all, is the place of concubines, in the end is much better than court. Seeing that Chen Baolin had closed the umbrella, she ordered another maid named Chixia to look for clean clothes for her, and her behavior seemed to show the appearance of the head of a palace.
Qiushui smiled unconsciously for a moment. She vaguely remembered that Chen Baolin was only fourteen years old when she first entered the palace. She looked delicate and timid when she opened her mouth. Every time she came to pay her respects, Ruyi couldn’t help laughing. She often said behind her back that mosquitoes were louder than her voice.
She looked at it with a lot of love and pity. At such an old age, she should have acted like her younger sister Qiuyan at her parents’ knees to tease and act like a spoiled child. It was pitiful to see that she was separated from her parents by an imperial edict and was involved in the dark and silent palace. So at that time she always looked at Chen Baolin and knew that she was timid, so she intended to talk to her more.
Unexpectedly, five years apart, the shy little girl of that day has grown up to be like this.
Not long after, Lvhui brought up the ginger soup, and Qiushui thanked her and held it in her hand, dispelling the dampness and cold.
Red flaw also looked for the palace woman’s clothes to change for her, she even said no, into the Baolin palace to shelter from the rain is a helpless move, if you change the clothes again, the head of the palace will not be able to cope with the past.
She was so insistent that Chen Pao-lin, knowing that she could not help herself, stopped trying to persuade her, and went to fetch a clean handkerchief. Holding her still, he wiped it for her bit by bit, and then asked her, “How long has my sister been here?”.
Qiushui estimated the time and replied, “It must have been about ten days since I came here at the beginning of the month.”
“The other day I heard from Hsu Liang-jen that my sister was coming to Yeting. I thought it would be a while. If I had known earlier, I would have gone to see her.”
Why do you do that? Now that I’m a slave and a maidservant, Yeting Yongxiang should not be the place for you to go.
Chen Pao-lin lowered his eyebrows and smiled indifferently. “There’s nothing to go or not to go. Aren’t I in Yeting now?”
Speaking of this, Qiushui was also a little surprised. That day, Xu Liangren entered the palace in the same year as her. She was in the same position as Baolin. Now she has risen to the ninth class, but she is still wandering in the fourteenth class. How did she get through these years?
If in that year for the time, she is bound to ask a clear, but now she is a maidservant, she is the main, and then ask these will be a bit out of line, so she had to drink ginger tea silently, listen to her chatter about some scattered trifles, and sometimes answer.
When a cup of ginger tea was drunk up, the wind and rain outside became a little smaller, and in the sound of dripping rain, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard faintly.
Qiushui was afraid that she might not be able to find her, so she gently put down her teacup and thanked Chen Pao-lin. “Thank you for your hospitality,” she said. “It’s time for the maidservant to go back.”
Chen Pao-lin didn’t stay much, either. After seeing her out of the gate, he said, “If anything like this happens again in the future, just come and hide here.”
Qiushui does not speak, Chen Baolin is already a mud Bodhisattva crossing the river, how can she be willing to bother her, give her trouble?
So farewell, listening to the palace car rumbling, I do not know where it is, I do not know who is traveling, she still took a broom to the imperial road to sweep. When it was
getting late, Cuiye came in with an umbrella and said hurriedly, “Where did Sister Chiu-erh go just now? Let me find her!”
She was stunned. “But the lady in charge asked about me?” “Yes,”
said Cuiye? I don’t know what happened today. It was a good day, and suddenly it was windy and rainy. We all said in the room that the weather was like this and asked my sister to come out to sweep. It was clear that my aunt was in charge of you. Who would have thought that without waiting for the storm to pass, he heard that Shengjia had not stayed overnight in Chongyi, but had gone back with a cup of tea. It was funny to say that it scared my aunt half to death. She was afraid to leave her sister in the rain to let the emperor see her and punish her for criticizing the palace people. She quickly asked me to find my sister and go back. I walked around here, but I didn’t see my sister. I thought something had happened to her.
Qiushui didn’t want to see so many things happening outside while she was sheltering from the rain at Chen Pao-lin’s. She pursed her lips. Even though she had been getting closer to Cuiye for days, she couldn’t tell her where she had just gone. She lied and said, “I saw that the wind and rain were too heavy, so I found a place to shelter from the rain. Naturally you can’t find me.”
As for Shengjia, she only heard a few sounds of chariots and horses, but she did not know that he had gone back. In
such a heavy rain, he rushed back with Zhijinwu in the rain. It must be that the former court had something urgent again.
Now that the punishment was over, Qiushui settled down for a moment and went to the house to change into clean clothes. When she came out, Cuiye was taking something out from under her pillow and holding it carefully in front of her eyes. Only then did she know it was a piece of bread.
My sister has been sweeping all afternoon. She must have been hungry long ago? I have left some cakes for my sister, and she will eat them quickly. In the
palace, there is a limit to what can be eaten and used. In the eyes of the nobles, the bread may not be on the table, but in the court it is a rare good thing. Qiushui looked at the bread, happy and worried: “I haven’t had a piece of this cake for a few days. You gave it to me. What do you eat?”. Embarrassed
, Cuiye clenched her fingers and said coyly, “I..” Of course I have eaten. As soon as she saw
this, she knew she was lying. With a smile, Qiushui divided the cake into two parts, kept a small one for herself, and handed the bigger one back to Cuiye. “I’ve been caught in the rain, and I don’t have a good appetite. I need to keep some tea in my stomach later to get rid of the cold. That’s enough to eat. You can eat this one.”
“Sister..” Cuiye also knew that she was lying and did not take it.
Qiushui, however, broke off her hand and gave her the bread. “Eat it,” he said. “It’s time for you to grow up when you are young. You mustn’t be hungry. When you’re full and have the strength, you’ll be ready to work with me tomorrow.
This.. I Cuiye could not push it off, and because of his young age, he was really greedy for the bread, so he had to go on.
After Cuiye ate a few mouthfuls, she saw Qiushui grabbing the bread bit by bit and sending it to her mouth. She was surprised and said, “Why is my sister eating so slowly?”? Is this bread not good to eat?
She did not know that this was the result of Qiushui’s well-fed habit, so Qiushui did not explain much, but said, “I have a small appetite, so I have to eat slowly.”
Cuiye laughed. “I told you, the bread is so delicious. How could my sister not like it?” With that, two or three more people swallowed the rest of the cake into their stomachs, and after a long burp, they said, “This bread is already a delicacy in the world, and I don’t know what the nobles and empresses in the palace eat.”. Sister Lu-hui says that the empresses can’t eat without delicacies. I don’t understand. Can food in the mountains and the sea really be better than bread?
Her witty remarks were so charming that Qiushui could not help laughing and smiling: “It’s not always true that the empresses eat all kinds of delicacies. Sometimes when the year is not good, what the empresses eat is not as good as the bread you eat.”
“Huh?”? Is there such a thing? Cuiye opened her eyes wide and clearly did not believe it.
Qiushui nodded with a smile. When Liu Changchu ascended the throne as emperor, it happened that there was a rebellion at the border and the harvest inside was not good. As the head of the harem, she could not share his worries in court affairs. She could only lead a group of concubines to scrimp and save, eat bran and pharynx vegetables, and take out all the monthly rules saved, either as rice porridge or as military pay.
Although a drop in the bucket, but with her start, the ministers and ministers’ wives outside also follow suit, take out their own salaries to relieve the victims, support the frontier, when people all said that good homes in Chang’an were everywhere.
Over the years, the new emperor has been slowly sitting on the throne, with generals outside and virtuous ministers inside. The scene of Emperor Gaozu in distress is no longer there. The people are rich, the country is prosperous and the people are peaceful. The use of the palace is much better than when she was there, so that the court can eat bread.
Cuiye was small and had just entered the palace. He was curious about everything in the palace. As usual, Qiushui was silent and only knew how to bow his head to work. They seldom talked about digressions.
Today, seeing that Qiushui had some interest and was talking about things she didn’t know, she felt fresh for a moment and couldn’t help asking, “Did Sister Qiuer use to serve in the noble palace?”? I see that Sister Chiu-er knows more about you than Sister Lu-hui.
“Was I before?” Autumn water is silent, holding the bread slowly into the mouth, thoughts flying, I do not know where to think of. What did you say
, Empress? The one just now. Is that girl the former Empress Zhangsun? Next to
the courtyard, Green Hui was calling her master Chen Baolin’s words so frightened that she turned pale with fright several times. It was hard to imagine that the former queen, whom she always praised, would appear in front of her one day, and look so down and out.
“Mmm.” Chen Pao-lin nods his head, glancing out of the window at the inky night sky. “I didn’t expect that one day the empress would come to Yeting, too.” It
‘s really unexpected.
Green Hui is holding the back of the chair, and her face is still full of surprise.
When Qiushui was in charge of the palace, she was going to be a maidservant in Yeting. It was said that the slaves in Yeting were the most bitter. But after she came in, she saw that although the cost of food and clothing was not exquisite, there was no shortage of everything. It was much better than days when she was hungry and full outside the palace.
Gong Jiao Doctor was also very kind, and the palace people who had entered the court at the time of Emperor Gaozu all said that she had a good life and had caught up with a good queen, so that she could not suffer from the sufferings of her predecessors.
At this point, all she could think about was the benevolence of Empress Zhangsun, but at that time she was in the court, extremely humble, and could not see the noble empress to thank her face to face. Later, when she heard that she had been deposed, she cried.
Unexpectedly, after a few years of separation, she could still offer her a cup of ginger soup.
“If I had known it was the empress coming, I would have kowtowed to her anyway.” Green Hui felt sorry. “That’s right,”
said Chi-hsia. “We all received favors from the empress in our early years, but it’s a pity that we can’t see the fairy face. Empress Baolin should remind the maidservants. If we don’t neglect the empress, the maidservants will feel guilty.” What kind of snub
is that? Even those of you who have never seen her know how grateful you are for her kindness. It’s a pity that there are so many people in the eastern and western palaces, all of whom have received her kindness, but they won’t even say a word of thanks, or even..
Chen Baolin sighed and stopped.
Green Hui thought of the situation when she first saw the autumn water, and she understood what Chen Baolin wanted to say, and she was also very disappointed.
From such a high place, falling into the dust, I do not know how the former empress survived for so many years.
The poor Baolin people spoke lightly, and even if they had the heart, they could not help her.
Chen Pao-lin smiled indifferently, noncommittal, but turned to Lu Hui and Chi Xia and asked them softly, “Do you think it’s better to have a pet in this palace without love, or to have love without a pet?”
Empress, what does it mean to have a pet without love? And what does it mean to have love but not spoils? The red flaw is in a daze, and I can’t understand it.
Chen Baolin blinked, did not answer her, turned back, still looking at the black sky outside. There was
always a beam of moonlight shining through the darkness, and she believed it, and would always believe it. In the
courtyard, Zhao Jieyu carelessly stroked a clump of needles, and heard someone close to the palace saying, “It’s true that the maidservant inquired. Your Majesty didn’t stay with Yu Chongyi last night. It was said that there was a thunder at that time, and Yu Chongyi pretended to be flustered, which disturbed Your Majesty. So Your Majesty was greatly disappointed and went back in the rain.”
“She’s too much mud to hold up a wall.” Zhao Jieyu snorted coldly. If she had known this was a boneless person, she would have fallen to the side where the wind was strong. When Xu Ronghua was favored, she ran to flatter Xu Ronghua from time to time. Now that she had won the grace, she often ran to her palace.
If you don’t want to take her out, you really think she wants a grass on the wall.
Not to mention this bad luck, wasn’t there another thing yesterday? How are all the inquiries going?
Record No.: YX01DXvkQwEMXEnKZ It is better not to see
Nagato than to
meet each other. Complaint: The rise of the white moonlight after the waste of the career
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