The winter is harsh and biting, penetrating deep into the skin and bones.
There was thick snow on the rocks. Qiu Yan was wearing a crane cloak, holding a gilded enamel hand warmer in his arms, shivering all over, and walked into the bedroom wrapped in the cold.
Seeing Song Lingzhi putting on makeup in front of the mirror from afar, Qiuyan pursed her lips and smiled at Baizhi.
"Sister, please don't use that rose ointment anymore."
The crane cloak on her shoulders was taken away by a maid, and Qiuyan walked quickly to the fumigation cage, and used her red hands to cool off the cold on the cage.
Qiuyan smiled and said, "I just found out today when I went to the streets that there are no more dried roses in the capital. Now those who have them in their homes are hiding them and not willing to sell them, waiting to raise the price."
Bai Zhi leaned over to draw Song Lingzhi's eyebrows and eyes. Hearing this, she looked at Qiu Yan suspiciously.
"This rose is not a rare thing, how can it be impossible to buy it? Besides, even if it is not available in the capital, it is available in Jiangnan."
Qiuyan smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, go ask outside and you'll know. I went to all the spice shops in Beijing today, but I only found half a tael. They said there was an order from above that roses are not allowed to be planted in Beijing anymore."
Bai Zhi thought Qiuyan was just talking nonsense, her eyes curved with a smile: "It's just a merchant's excuse to raise the price. You are so good at making up stories, why don't you say it was an order from His Majesty himself... Girl, girl?!"
A cry of surprise escaped Bai Zhi's lips. She was originally drawing eyebrows for Song Lingzhi, but Song Lingzhi suddenly raised his head, and the ink in his hand instantly moved to the side.
Bai Zhi was in a hurry, holding a handkerchief to wipe off Song Lingzhi's crooked eyebrows.
She was confused: "What happened to the young lady just now? Why did you suddenly look up and scare me?"
The area at the end of the eye where the black ink was painted in a disorderly manner was wiped clean, and a beautiful face was reflected in the bronze mirror.
Bright eyes, white teeth, fair skin, eyebrows like the bright moon, lips like rouge.
Song Lingzhi's long eyelashes fluttered like cicada wings. He turned away in panic and spoke incoherently, "Nothing, nothing."
But when he suddenly heard the word "Your Majesty", Song Lingzhi once again remembered Shen Yan holding his wrist tightly the day before.
She didn't know what she had said wrong to make him so angry. Song Lingzhi's lip was bitten by Shen Yan, but he didn't let go.
It's really unpredictable.
The tips of her ears were red, as if adorned with a pair of red corals.
Song Lingzhi glanced at himself in the bronze mirror, then quickly looked away and urged.
"No need for rouge, this is good enough. Don't keep Madam Ming waiting for too long."
When Shen Yan was unconscious, Yun Li was afraid that she would have wild thoughts, so he passed on two or three cards to allow her to enter the palace to accompany her.
At that time, Song Lingzhi was absent-minded, dispirited all day long, and had no idea what day it was.
Yun Li was afraid that she would do something stupid out of carefreeness, so he mentioned to her the pregnant cats in Baicao Pavilion, and said that if Song Lingzhi had time, he could pick one or two to raise.
At that time, Song Lingzhi himself was uneasy and naturally did not dare to agree, but it is different now.
The long street was crowded with people, and the seven-treasure fragrant carriage passed through the bluestone alleys, and the sound of reins was endless.
When they arrived in front of Baicao Pavilion, the maids of Ming Mansion came forward and escorted Song Lingzhi out of the carriage.
"Our Madam has been waiting inside for a long time. Just follow me, young lady."