"Second sister, the wind is blowing. You are just recovering from the cold, so let's go back."
Nangong Shunv looked at the row of footprints on the snow again. It was rare for a daughter to ask for a friend: I didn't expect such a master to be hidden in the palace.
When the two sisters returned to the main hall, Nangong Shunv asked, "Can my sister still learn the piano?"
Nangong Jingnv shook her head, and Nangong Shunv asked again, "What? Wasn't it okay just now?"
"Looking at the second sister's piano skills, I feel that I will never catch up in my life."
"Don't belittle yourself, Jing women have their own advantages."
"Really?"
Nangong Shunv saw her sister's eyes full of anticipation, took her hand and walked into the inner hall, and said sincerely: "Of course it's true, sister's goodness is not on the surface. Those who understand will regard it as a treasure, and those who don't understand don't have to force it. "
Nangong Jingnu seemed to understand, but Nangong Shunv sighed: "Sometimes, I really want to go out of the palace..."
"After the Spring Festival, I begged my father to let my sister stay in my house for a few days, and then I will find an opportunity to go out for a walk, and it will be the same as before."
Nangong Shunv smiled without saying a word.
After a long time, she said softly, "Well, it's still the same as before." Only she herself knew the true meaning of "exiting the palace".
After tossing about this, she was completely tired of life in the palace. In the past, her mother was her only support, but when she knew that she had handed over "white silk", she indiscriminately rebuked her for being "unclean".
This Sifang City that everyone envied, Nangong Shunv felt that it was an innate shackle.
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During dinner, Qi Yan said that there was no physical discomfort.
Nangong Jingnv ordered Chuntao to send a copy to Qi Yan. The two sisters had dinner and Nangong Shunv persuaded, "Go and see your brother-in-law."
Nangong Jingnu had this intention and walked towards the side hall.
"See Your Highness."
"Get up, Qi...Is the concubine inside?"
"Yes, yes."
Nangong Jingnv entered the side hall and saw Qi Yan sitting at the table with her right sleeve rolled up, holding a porcelain bottle in her left hand to her lips and biting off the cork.
Nangong Jingnu walked over quickly: "What's wrong? Injured?"
Qi Yan lowered her right arm and turned her body slightly to block Nangong Jingnu's sight.
"Your servant accidentally overturned the soup and scalded it."
"Show me this palace."
"This..." Seeing Nangong Jingnu frowning slightly, Qi Yan took out the arm behind her.
Nangong Jingnu took a deep breath: the exposed skin on her forearm was abnormally red, and the scald spread to the back of her hand, and there were occasional blisters.
Nangong Jingnu's face sank, she sat at the table and took the medicine bottle in Qi Yan's hand: "Be patient."
"Um."
The green ointment slowly dripped onto Qi Yan's wound. Nangong Jingnu gently spread the ointment with her fingers, and a scorching temperature came from her fingertips.
Qi Yan didn't say a word, but the trembling from time to time showed her pain.
"How did this injury come about?"
"It was the servant who was not careful..."
"Do you think Ben Gong is a three-year-old child? Can you burn your arm by accident?"
"Your Highness forgives your sins, my lord..."
"to be frank."
"It's Sister Chuntao who didn't hold the soup steady."
"Where's her? Why didn't you see her report, and didn't declare the imperial doctor to you?"
Qi Yan was silent for a moment: "It's the minister who asked Sister Chuntao to come back first. Besides, it's not good if it's snowing outside, so I always bother the imperial doctor."
Nangong Jingnu's eyes narrowed: "Her errands are getting better now!"
Qi Yan touched the back of Nangong Jingnu's hand: "His Royal Highness, listen to the next word of the minister."
"You want to intercede for her?"
"Um."
"Chuntao and Qiuju have followed Ben Gong for many years. They usually make some small mistakes, being lazy and slack, and Ben Gong never pursues them. But they dare to suppress such a big event without reporting it? I hurt you today. she!"
"His Royal Highness, it is also your responsibility to investigate this matter. If you hadn't stood up rashly, the soup would not have been overturned. Besides, Sister Chuntao has confessed to me and sent me a good scald ointment. Your highness is bold, please read For sister Chuntao's service for many years, and for the sake of unintentional loss, please spare sister Chuntao this time."
Nangong Jingnu let out a long sigh: "The burn is so serious, it's better to Xuan Yu's doctor."
"My servant often troubles the imperial doctor when he enters the palace. It's snowing outside, let's just forget it. It'll be fine after a few days." Qi Yan naturally wouldn't make it a big deal. Chuntao did accidentally burn her. But only a few splashes scalded the back of my hand...
After Chuntao left, Qi Yan had a plan, so she picked up the soup and poured it down her arm. She expected that Nangong Jingnv would come tonight, and this injury could only be shown to her alone. Chuntaoqiuju is loyal and shrewd and must be cut off.
"Have you had dinner yet?"
"Not yet."
Nangong Jingnu frowned: "Someone."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Let the little kitchen do the serving."
"Here."
Nangong Jingnu saw that Qi Yan had put down her sleeves, and said, "I'm most afraid of covering it with burns, so it's better to hang it in the air."
"The servants in His Royal Highness's palace are mostly girls' families. Your servant hangs one arm all day long... It's disrespectful."
Nangong Jingnu couldn't help laughing: "It really looks like an old master."
"It's observance."
Nangong Jingnu was a little surprised: it turns out that this person is not completely submissive.
Nangong Jingnu leaned on her chin and looked at Qi Yan: "What else do you know that Ben Gong doesn't know?"
"Bengong is saying, what else can you do besides Xiao?"
Qi Yan pondered for a moment: "A gentleman's six arts, except that he is not familiar with riding and archery, he knows a little about everything else."
"This is also called a little understanding? The second sister spoke highly of your xiao sound! She also told me that I must find you!" After speaking, Nangong Jingnu felt a little regretful. She stared at Qi Yan and seemed to be observing each other's feelings. reaction.
However, seeing that Qi Yan's expression did not fluctuate at all, he replied calmly: "Your Second Highness's piano skills have reached a state of perfection, and this minister sighs to himself."
Nangong Jingnu looked at Qi Yan: the orange candles in the hall blocked a thin halo around him, and those amber eyes became more and more quiet. Qi Yan is not an indifferent person, but why is his expression so calm every time he deliberately mentions the second sister
Nangong Jingnu thought about it a lot and couldn't help asking: "You, you and the second sister..."
"Um?"
The distance between the two was very close, and Nangong Jingnu found that Qi Yan's eyes were very clear, and she could vaguely see her own reflection.
"Second sister... Said she wanted to leave the palace and go to the people."
Nangong Jingnu poured out a trace of melancholy: That's all. Why bother yourself? If this person reveals his past with the second sister, how will they deal with themselves in the future
She is the most honorable princess of the Wei Kingdom, with the love of her father and the care of her sister.
At this moment, Nangong Jingnu felt for the first time what it meant to be "involuntarily". She can ask questions based on her identity, but then what? It's hard to do with three people...
Qi Yan didn't notice the other party's thoughts, she glanced at the window: "Father Huanglong, lift the curfew on the New Year's Day. The folks were very lively that day, the streets and alleys were lit up with lights, and all kinds of stalls on both sides of the street from the street. Even to the end. The rich people set up a shed to give out the oil hammer, and the poor people only need to take a big bowl and report the number of their families to get enough oil hammers for the whole family. There are also lantern riddles in front of the restaurants. Show it and you can win prizes. You can sell a Kongming lantern with just three or five copper coins, write a wish to light the lantern, and watch them float to the heights like stars in the sky.”
Nangong Jingnu was unknowingly attracted by Qi Yan's description, and sat up straight with her eyes shining.
Qi Yan continued: "This is the day I liked most when I was a child. There are not so many red tapes on New Year's Eve, and the elders are extra generous. The money that was put under the pillow on New Year's Eve can also be withdrawn on the day of the New Year's Eve. I have used it. Generally, there is at least three or five characters strung together with a red rope to form a small hanging, and you can buy sugar figures, wooden swords and other gadgets when you take it on the street. Even the greedy elders will not be harsh on this day. Yes, when the harvest is good, my father will buy a lantern for me, put it in the moat and watch it float away..."
Qi Yan's face naturally showed a look of nostalgia, but none of what she said was her personal experience.
Some were seen in miscellaneous anecdotes, and some were seen by her walking around before the test. The part where the river lanterns were put on was the father and son they saw when they walked to Jizhou.
The climate of the grassland is harsh, and the snow is deep enough to sink in in winter. She, Xiaodie and Bayin mostly stay in tents, but her mother will make some "exotic" food with limited ingredients on all specific days.
That day, Qi Yanli stopped on the bridge for a long time, watching the river lantern float away and watching the father and son leave, thinking a lot.
It's a pity that there is never a "what if" in life, and her experience doesn't even allow her to imagine anything.
It's just these two words, which seem to carry a kind of sinister witchcraft, and every time I mention it, I feel lost, or it hurts my heart.
"Why didn't you say it?" Nangong Jingnu was listening with gusto, but Qi Yan was lost in thought.
Qi Yan returned to her senses and scolded herself: How can you relax in front of the enemy's daughter
He said sadly: "It's a pity that a natural disaster broke out in Jinzhou in the first year of Jingjia, these eyes of mine..."
She twitched the corners of her mouth and sighed softly, "My minister may not have seen the grand occasion of Shangyuan for many years."
Nangong Jingnu bit her lip: "It's okay! No, yes... Ben Gong is saying that you are still young, and you may have a chance to take care of you! If you are willing, Ben Gong can beg the emperor to allow us to return to the house a few days earlier. On the New Year's Day, the three of us will go shopping together in the folk!"
Qi Yan is not uncommon to hang out with the two princesses, but her goal has been achieved: there are eyes everywhere in the palace, and she can't do anything by herself, so it's more convenient to return to the princess' mansion.
Qi Yan took retreat as advance, and said embarrassedly: "No, my servant's eyes may not be able to protect the two His Royal Highnesses comprehensively."
"Who cares for you? Ben Gong and the second sister often sneak out of the house, and they only need to change into two sets of men's clothes!" No more than a breath of pride, Nangong Jingnu noticed the slip of the tongue: "... You are not allowed to tell the father."
When Qi Yan's chest hurts, Xiaodie would grab her cuff when she made a mistake, but she pretended to be a strong man even though she was very guilty, and said in a milky voice, "Brother, don't tell me. Dad."
The fist hidden in the wide sleeve tightened and tightened, Qi Yan did not answer.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk."
"His Royal Highness, the concubine; the slaves are here to serve dinner."
"come in."