Without any hesitation, she immediately bowed her head and stepped forward. The prince turned his wrist, motioning her to come closer, and she sat on the footrest obediently, leaned forward slightly, and rested her face on his knees.
At the other end of the corridor, several eunuchs came running over, sniffing their red noses, and reported back, "My Lord, stop playing with your bird. The Queen has sent you a beautiful young girl."
He didn't like to flirt with the inner court, and she didn't know why. She only knew that even if he allowed her to wield power in the Military Control Department, it would only make up for her loss of reputation. After all, it was not a good thing for a pure girl to be gossiped about. If it were someone else, it would have been a big deal.
The inner chambers are different from the outer chambers. It is almost the beginning of winter and all palaces have heated the floor kangs. Even if you walk barefoot on the floor, you won't feel cold.
The prince loved this kind of closeness. He would often wave his hand or call out "Xinghe". She would have to snuggle up to him obediently like cats and dogs, letting his hand hover over her head.
She bowed her head and said, "My Lord, it's my father."
There was a refreshing fruity aroma in the palace. The warmer it was, the hotter the aroma seemed, and it went straight into my nose. Most of the time, habits become second nature. After doing something for a long time, even if it doesn't suit your taste, as long as the master has the time, you have to endure your temper and try to please him.
The prince raised his lips and smiled with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, "The life-saving prescription is also three-tenths poisonous. It's too easy to make the wrong decision."
The prince raised his lips and smiled with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, "The life-saving prescription is also three-tenths poisonous. It's too easy to make the wrong decision."
The prince raised his lips and smiled with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, "The life-saving prescription is also three-tenths poisonous. It's too easy to make the wrong decision."
No matter how good a place is, it becomes mundane when there are too many people. His impression of the palace has always been that it is busy and crowded. Although it is not really crowded, it is also true that there are too many people. If you look, there is not a single idle street or alley in the palace. The same is true for the houses in the palace, with people coming in and out, and the entrances are never deserted. It is impossible to keep the palace people from moving during the day, but when it snows, it is like a thorough cleaning, washing away every breathing creature in every corner.
Regarding Empress Gong's appearance, in order to highlight the imperial family's tradition of valuing virtue over appearance, the words recorded in the classics are basically "gentle and kind". But Xinghe has seen Empress Gong's portrait. Every winter solstice and the first day of the first lunar month, she would accompany the prince to the Fengxian Hall to burn incense. Fengxian Hall enshrines the twelve empresses since the founding of the country. Empress Gong's portrait stands out among them. She wears court robes and crowns, and is elegant and dignified.
"Who are you to the Grand Secretary Su Yujin?"
The prince loved this kind of closeness. He would often wave his hand or call out "Xinghe". She would have to snuggle up to him obediently like cats and dogs, letting his hand hover over her head.
He nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "Yes, I can't be abolished. If I abolish the Control Rong Division, it will fall into the hands of others. How can I let you act so arrogantly?"
The prince loved this kind of closeness. He would often wave his hand or call out "Xinghe". She would have to snuggle up to him obediently like cats and dogs, letting his hand hover over her head.
Without restraint, her long hair fell down. Her hair was really well-maintained, thick and smooth, and under the candlelight, there was a circle of dark blue light on the top of her head. The prince put his hand on the faint halo and gently stroked it.
After all, she was a female official with a title and could run between the palace and the government office, but she was not allowed to stop by her home on the way. This was the rule.
The prince took off the cloud-foot shrimp-whisker hairpin and held it in one hand. He rubbed the tourmaline on the shrimp's back with his thumb boredly. "You are so old, and you still wear this... Every time I see the whiskers, it reminds me of the cicada."
Then pinch it. The little hands are not like the eunuchs who grit their teeth and try to show strength. Inch by inch, there is also natural warmth.
It was hard to explain what this quirk was, but every time he felt like it, he would untie her hair, which was tied up nicely. For example, the Pekingese dog that Mrs. Xue kept had long hair, and she would tie it up in a bun on top of its head. When Mrs. Xue remembered to smooth its hair, the bun had to be untied, which was not suitable for the owner and ruined the owner's mood.
The beauty of a woman lies in her skin and bones. The beauty of Empress Gong lies in her bones. The portrait on display was said to be painted by the emperor himself. The feelings between the married couple are not something that any concubine who is favored today can understand.
At the other end of the corridor, several eunuchs came running over, sniffing their red noses, and reported back, "My Lord, stop playing with your bird. The Queen has sent you a beautiful young girl."
The prince raised his lips and smiled with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, "The life-saving prescription is also three-tenths poisonous. It's too easy to make the wrong decision."
In the eyes of the prince, she may be no different from Pekingese.
There was a refreshing fruity aroma in the palace. The warmer it was, the hotter the aroma seemed, and it went straight into my nose. Most of the time, habits become second nature. After doing something for a long time, even if it doesn't suit your taste, as long as the master has the time, you have to endure your temper and try to please him.
"Yes, I'll change it tomorrow."
In the eyes of the prince, she may be no different from Pekingese.
The prince's eyes were like the queen's, firm, deep, and far-reaching; his lips were also like the queen's, with a delicate shape and warm color. However, the so-called beauty born in him was initially just a beautiful young man's facial features. Over time, this beauty gradually permeated and turned into a kind of alienated atmosphere, until finally, it completely cultivated the dignity and unattainability of the imperial family.
The prince took off the cloud-foot shrimp-whisker hairpin and held it in one hand. He rubbed the tourmaline on the shrimp's back with his thumb boredly. "You are so old, and you still wear this... Every time I see the whiskers, it reminds me of the cicada."
With such a considerate master, what else could he be dissatisfied with? Xinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, master. My mother entered the palace to accompany the queen, but then the queen passed away. After so many years, I almost forgot what the palace was like."
She didn't speak, and he was silent too. The palace lantern cast colorful spots of light through the tassels of the dragon's whiskers. He suddenly smiled, "How many years have we known each other?"
She choked, knowing that he was deliberately using his words to attack her. Of course, she couldn't say anything back, but it didn't stop her from feeling very uncomfortable.
"The master is different, not an ordinary person. If you want to please the master, you have to see if this person is important enough." She pursed her lips and thought for a while, "Even if the Concubine Zhaoyi is crowned as the queen, according to the ancestral system, Prince Jian was born before the queen was crowned, so he cannot compare with the master in heaven. The emperor wants to abolish the legitimate wife and establish a concubine, and the cabinet elders will be the first to disagree. The master should just relax."
Then pinch it. The little hands are not like the eunuchs who grit their teeth and try to show strength. Inch by inch, there is also natural warmth.
Then a crisp voice sounded, saying: "Your Highness, I am Su Xinghe, and I am here to serve your Highness in his daily life."
Of course, Lalagu was not a good thing. If you heard her call, you couldn't grow crops. Although she was not very happy about being compared to a pest in her hairpin, she didn't dare to say anything.
The shrimp-whisker hairpin lay in her palm. She stared at the bald shrimp head and blinked her dry eyes, "Yes."
He ignored it, tilted his face back, closed his eyes, and the snow foamed onto his face, and he could hear the rustling sound of it melting away.
The prince sympathetically made a suggestion, "I will lend you the West Pond Courtyard. Bring your mother to the East Palace, have a meal, and talk about personal matters. You don't have to travel so far back home."
The prince said, "I thought you would rather break than bend, and would just do whatever you want."
The snow fell loudly and quietly, and the eaves on the ground and the colorfully painted red walls were so bright and poetic and romantic.
Without any hesitation, she immediately bowed her head and stepped forward. The prince turned his wrist, motioning her to come closer, and she sat on the footrest obediently, leaned forward slightly, and rested her face on his knees.
"Yes, I'll change it tomorrow."
The shrimp-whisker hairpin lay in her palm. She stared at the bald shrimp head and blinked her dry eyes, "Yes."
The prince hummed, took back his hand and said, "It's getting late, go ahead. You don't have to see me off to court tomorrow, it's more important to do your job well."
It was like he had found his favorite pet and didn't want to care about anything. His tone was inexplicably lazy and satisfied. "The Clothing Bureau made the wrong decision. It's not like you to let it go so easily."
He nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "Yes, I can't be abolished. If I abolish the Control Rong Division, it will fall into the hands of others. How can I let you act so arrogantly?"
Although we often see each other and even brush against each other's cheeks, we don't feel familiar with each other. This kind of person is born standing on the clouds, and you can't see through his thoughts. If you can see through, then he is not himself.
"Yes, I'll change it tomorrow."
She replied in a serious tone: "My master is braving the snow, so there is no reason for me to go to the wind."
"What about today?" The prince thought for a moment, broke off the two whiskers, and handed them back to her, "That's it."
No matter how good a place is, it becomes mundane when there are too many people. His impression of the palace has always been that it is busy and crowded. Although it is not really crowded, it is also true that there are too many people. If you look, there is not a single idle street or alley in the palace. The same is true for the houses in the palace, with people coming in and out, and the entrances are never deserted. It is impossible to keep the palace people from moving during the day, but when it snows, it is like a thorough cleaning, washing away every breathing creature in every corner.
This was embarrassing. He jumped down the palace wall and let her up. Only then did he see her face clearly. She was really beautiful, especially her eyes, which matched her name. They were surprisingly bright, like stars.
The shrimp-whisker hairpin lay in her palm. She stared at the bald shrimp head and blinked her dry eyes, "Yes."
The prince's eyes were like the queen's, firm, deep, and far-reaching; his lips were also like the queen's, with a delicate shape and warm color. However, the so-called beauty born in him was initially just a beautiful young man's facial features. Over time, this beauty gradually permeated and turned into a kind of alienated atmosphere, until finally, it completely cultivated the dignity and unattainability of the imperial family.
After all, she was a female official with a title and could run between the palace and the government office, but she was not allowed to stop by her home on the way. This was the rule.
"Prince Jianping?" She thought about it and said with a smile, "I may have been tempted by this before. Isn't the master still fine? If she is really crowned as the queen, she should pay more attention to her words and deeds. It would be more cautious to talk about it. Besides, what is there to criticize about the master? Even if she wants to, she can't find fault with the master."
Ten years passed in a flash. He still remembered the first time he saw her. The girl was much calmer than the boy, despite being the same age. He was twelve that year, standing on the wall to shoot sparrows on the winter solstice. It was snowing heavily, and people below were begging him to come down. He was unwilling because he discovered the beauty of this imperial city that had never been shown before.
"Aren't you going down under the porch?" He frowned.
The flower crown was taken down and placed on the kang. The two small hairpins with twined branches were the final means of tying up the hair, and the prince took them off with a casual pull.
In the eyes of the prince, she may be no different from Pekingese.
Ten years passed in a flash. He still remembered the first time he saw her. The girl was much calmer than the boy, despite being the same age. He was twelve that year, standing on the wall to shoot sparrows on the winter solstice. It was snowing heavily, and people below were begging him to come down. He was unwilling because he discovered the beauty of this imperial city that had never been shown before.
The shrimp-whisker hairpin lay in her palm. She stared at the bald shrimp head and blinked her dry eyes, "Yes."
This was embarrassing. He jumped down the palace wall and let her up. Only then did he see her face clearly. She was really beautiful, especially her eyes, which matched her name. They were surprisingly bright, like stars.
She didn't speak, and he was silent too. The palace lantern cast colorful spots of light through the tassels of the dragon's whiskers. He suddenly smiled, "How many years have we known each other?"
Without restraint, her long hair fell down. Her hair was really well-maintained, thick and smooth, and under the candlelight, there was a circle of dark blue light on the top of her head. The prince put his hand on the faint halo and gently stroked it.
"The master is different, not an ordinary person. If you want to please the master, you have to see if this person is important enough." She pursed her lips and thought for a while, "Even if the Concubine Zhaoyi is crowned as the queen, according to the ancestral system, Prince Jian was born before the queen was crowned, so he cannot compare with the master in heaven. The emperor wants to abolish the legitimate wife and establish a concubine, and the cabinet elders will be the first to disagree. The master should just relax."
He touched her hair intermittently, and after a while he suddenly asked, "Guess how long I can remain the crown prince?"
It was like he had found his favorite pet and didn't want to care about anything. His tone was inexplicably lazy and satisfied. "The Clothing Bureau made the wrong decision. It's not like you to let it go so easily."
The prince loved this kind of closeness. He would often wave his hand or call out "Xinghe". She would have to snuggle up to him obediently like cats and dogs, letting his hand hover over her head.
After all, she was a female official with a title and could run between the palace and the government office, but she was not allowed to stop by her home on the way. This was the rule.
It was like he had found his favorite pet and didn't want to care about anything. His tone was inexplicably lazy and satisfied. "The Clothing Bureau made the wrong decision. It's not like you to let it go so easily."
He nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "Yes, I can't be abolished. If I abolish the Control Rong Division, it will fall into the hands of others. How can I let you act so arrogantly?"
He touched her hair intermittently, and after a while he suddenly asked, "Guess how long I can remain the crown prince?"
He said this while casting a vague glance at me. There was a hint of joking in his words, but Xinghe knew the convention of first criticizing and then praising.
The small piece of satin under her cheek gradually warmed up. She felt a little tired and murmured, "The imperial harem's crowns and clothes are all managed by the Shangyi Bureau. I've granted them a favor today. Maybe they'll be useful in the future."
He said this while casting a vague glance at me. There was a hint of joking in his words, but Xinghe knew the convention of first criticizing and then praising.
The night watchman raised his eyelids, then drooped them again. Lord Su had been staying in the palace for a while, and it was not the first time that he went out with his hair messy, so everyone was used to it.
After all, she was a female official with a title and could run between the palace and the government office, but she was not allowed to stop by her home on the way. This was the rule.
The prince's eyes were like the queen's, firm, deep, and far-reaching; his lips were also like the queen's, with a delicate shape and warm color. However, the so-called beauty born in him was initially just a beautiful young man's facial features. Over time, this beauty gradually permeated and turned into a kind of alienated atmosphere, until finally, it completely cultivated the dignity and unattainability of the imperial family.
A nice voice and a beautiful person, these are all common, but what is unusual is her name. Su Xinghe... The first and last name are connected in a clever way, which makes it particularly exquisite.
The prince raised his lips and smiled with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, "The life-saving prescription is also three-tenths poisonous. It's too easy to make the wrong decision."
The prince said, "I thought you would rather break than bend, and would just do whatever you want."
The prince said, "I thought you would rather break than bend, and would just do whatever you want."
He nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "Yes, I can't be abolished. If I abolish the Control Rong Division, it will fall into the hands of others. How can I let you act so arrogantly?"
She bowed her head and said, "My Lord, it's my father."
The prince said, "I thought you would rather break than bend, and would just do whatever you want."
"Yes, I'll change it tomorrow."
Ten years passed in a flash. He still remembered the first time he saw her. The girl was much calmer than the boy, despite being the same age. He was twelve that year, standing on the wall to shoot sparrows on the winter solstice. It was snowing heavily, and people below were begging him to come down. He was unwilling because he discovered the beauty of this imperial city that had never been shown before.
The prince hummed, took back his hand and said, "It's getting late, go ahead. You don't have to see me off to court tomorrow, it's more important to do your job well."
"Will you be close to me later?" The prince remembered that he should ask his subordinates about their family affairs, which would appear more respectful.
The small piece of satin under her cheek gradually warmed up. She felt a little tired and murmured, "The imperial harem's crowns and clothes are all managed by the Shangyi Bureau. I've granted them a favor today. Maybe they'll be useful in the future."
She choked, knowing that he was deliberately using his words to attack her. Of course, she couldn't say anything back, but it didn't stop her from feeling very uncomfortable.
This was embarrassing. He jumped down the palace wall and let her up. Only then did he see her face clearly. She was really beautiful, especially her eyes, which matched her name. They were surprisingly bright, like stars.
The prince hummed, took back his hand and said, "It's getting late, go ahead. You don't have to see me off to court tomorrow, it's more important to do your job well."
The shrimp-whisker hairpin lay in her palm. She stared at the bald shrimp head and blinked her dry eyes, "Yes."
She calmed down and replied, "Ten years."
"Prince Jianping?" She thought about it and said with a smile, "I may have been tempted by this before. Isn't the master still fine? If she is really crowned as the queen, she should pay more attention to her words and deeds. It would be more cautious to talk about it. Besides, what is there to criticize about the master? Even if she wants to, she can't find fault with the master."
The inner chambers are different from the outer chambers. It is almost the beginning of winter and all palaces have heated the floor kangs. Even if you walk barefoot on the floor, you won't feel cold.
He touched her hair intermittently, and after a while he suddenly asked, "Guess how long I can remain the crown prince?"
"Aren't you going down under the porch?" He frowned.
"Will you be close to me later?" The prince remembered that he should ask his subordinates about their family affairs, which would appear more respectful.
Of course, Lalagu was not a good thing. If you heard her call, you couldn't grow crops. Although she was not very happy about being compared to a pest in her hairpin, she didn't dare to say anything.
The prince's eyes were like the queen's, firm, deep, and far-reaching; his lips were also like the queen's, with a delicate shape and warm color. However, the so-called beauty born in him was initially just a beautiful young man's facial features. Over time, this beauty gradually permeated and turned into a kind of alienated atmosphere, until finally, it completely cultivated the dignity and unattainability of the imperial family.
In the eyes of the prince, she may be no different from Pekingese.
She choked, knowing that he was deliberately using his words to attack her. Of course, she couldn't say anything back, but it didn't stop her from feeling very uncomfortable.
Ten years passed in a flash. He still remembered the first time he saw her. The girl was much calmer than the boy, despite being the same age. He was twelve that year, standing on the wall to shoot sparrows on the winter solstice. It was snowing heavily, and people below were begging him to come down. He was unwilling because he discovered the beauty of this imperial city that had never been shown before.
She was startled and quickly sat up and looked back at him, "Master, why do you say that?"
The prince's posture did not change, he propped his head up with one hand and looked at her calmly. Her face was too lively, she had all the advantages of Empress Gong, even if her eyes were as heavy as dead water, they could not hide her stunning beauty.
The small piece of satin under her cheek gradually warmed up. She felt a little tired and murmured, "The imperial harem's crowns and clothes are all managed by the Shangyi Bureau. I've granted them a favor today. Maybe they'll be useful in the future."
Although we often see each other and even brush against each other's cheeks, we don't feel familiar with each other. This kind of person is born standing on the clouds, and you can't see through his thoughts. If you can see through, then he is not himself.
There was a refreshing fruity aroma in the palace. The warmer it was, the hotter the aroma seemed, and it went straight into my nose. Most of the time, habits become second nature. After doing something for a long time, even if it doesn't suit your taste, as long as the master has the time, you have to endure your temper and try to please him.
He said this while casting a vague glance at me. There was a hint of joking in his words, but Xinghe knew the convention of first criticizing and then praising.
The flower crown was taken down and placed on the kang. The two small hairpins with twined branches were the final means of tying up the hair, and the prince took them off with a casual pull.
The prince raised his lips and smiled with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, "The life-saving prescription is also three-tenths poisonous. It's too easy to make the wrong decision."
"What about today?" The prince thought for a moment, broke off the two whiskers, and handed them back to her, "That's it."
The prince's posture did not change, he propped his head up with one hand and looked at her calmly. Her face was too lively, she had all the advantages of Empress Gong, even if her eyes were as heavy as dead water, they could not hide her stunning beauty.
He ignored it, tilted his face back, closed his eyes, and the snow foamed onto his face, and he could hear the rustling sound of it melting away.
Ten years passed in a flash. He still remembered the first time he saw her. The girl was much calmer than the boy, despite being the same age. He was twelve that year, standing on the wall to shoot sparrows on the winter solstice. It was snowing heavily, and people below were begging him to come down. He was unwilling because he discovered the beauty of this imperial city that had never been shown before.
There was a refreshing fruity aroma in the palace. The warmer it was, the hotter the aroma seemed, and it went straight into my nose. Most of the time, habits become second nature. After doing something for a long time, even if it doesn't suit your taste, as long as the master has the time, you have to endure your temper and try to please him.
"Will you be close to me later?" The prince remembered that he should ask his subordinates about their family affairs, which would appear more respectful.
"What about today?" The prince thought for a moment, broke off the two whiskers, and handed them back to her, "That's it."
Regarding Empress Gong's appearance, in order to highlight the imperial family's tradition of valuing virtue over appearance, the words recorded in the classics are basically "gentle and kind". But Xinghe has seen Empress Gong's portrait. Every winter solstice and the first day of the first lunar month, she would accompany the prince to the Fengxian Hall to burn incense. Fengxian Hall enshrines the twelve empresses since the founding of the country. Empress Gong's portrait stands out among them. She wears court robes and crowns, and is elegant and dignified.
The flower crown was taken down and placed on the kang. The two small hairpins with twined branches were the final means of tying up the hair, and the prince took them off with a casual pull.
She didn't speak, and he was silent too. The palace lantern cast colorful spots of light through the tassels of the dragon's whiskers. He suddenly smiled, "How many years have we known each other?"
The beauty of a woman lies in her skin and bones. The beauty of Empress Gong lies in her bones. The portrait on display was said to be painted by the emperor himself. The feelings between the married couple are not something that any concubine who is favored today can understand.
The young eunuch refused to give up and kept chattering: "Master, Master... Look, someone is coming."
The shrimp-whisker hairpin lay in her palm. She stared at the bald shrimp head and blinked her dry eyes, "Yes."
She obeyed the order, stood up, picked up the flower crown and hairpins, held them in her hands and walked out.
The prince's eyes were like the queen's, firm, deep, and far-reaching; his lips were also like the queen's, with a delicate shape and warm color. However, the so-called beauty born in him was initially just a beautiful young man's facial features. Over time, this beauty gradually permeated and turned into a kind of alienated atmosphere, until finally, it completely cultivated the dignity and unattainability of the imperial family.
There was a refreshing fruity aroma in the palace. The warmer it was, the hotter the aroma seemed, and it went straight into my nose. Most of the time, habits become second nature. After doing something for a long time, even if it doesn't suit your taste, as long as the master has the time, you have to endure your temper and try to please him.
The prince took off the cloud-foot shrimp-whisker hairpin and held it in one hand. He rubbed the tourmaline on the shrimp's back with his thumb boredly. "You are so old, and you still wear this... Every time I see the whiskers, it reminds me of the cicada."
The prince sympathetically made a suggestion, "I will lend you the West Pond Courtyard. Bring your mother to the East Palace, have a meal, and talk about personal matters. You don't have to travel so far back home."
The prince took off the cloud-foot shrimp-whisker hairpin and held it in one hand. He rubbed the tourmaline on the shrimp's back with his thumb boredly. "You are so old, and you still wear this... Every time I see the whiskers, it reminds me of the cicada."
She said yes, “I haven’t seen my mother for eight years.”
Although we often see each other and even brush against each other's cheeks, we don't feel familiar with each other. This kind of person is born standing on the clouds, and you can't see through his thoughts. If you can see through, then he is not himself.
So he thought it was a little ridiculous that a young lady from a wealthy family was ordered to take care of his daily life and food - they were all children, so why talk about who would take care of whom? Just being a companion was enough. Until now, his idea had not changed, just being a companion. But he knew that her ambition was far beyond this.
The prince's eyes were like the queen's, firm, deep, and far-reaching; his lips were also like the queen's, with a delicate shape and warm color. However, the so-called beauty born in him was initially just a beautiful young man's facial features. Over time, this beauty gradually permeated and turned into a kind of alienated atmosphere, until finally, it completely cultivated the dignity and unattainability of the imperial family.
The prince's eyes were like the queen's, firm, deep, and far-reaching; his lips were also like the queen's, with a delicate shape and warm color. However, the so-called beauty born in him was initially just a beautiful young man's facial features. Over time, this beauty gradually permeated and turned into a kind of alienated atmosphere, until finally, it completely cultivated the dignity and unattainability of the imperial family.
At the other end of the corridor, several eunuchs came running over, sniffing their red noses, and reported back, "My Lord, stop playing with your bird. The Queen has sent you a beautiful young girl."
The young eunuch refused to give up and kept chattering: "Master, Master... Look, someone is coming."
The topic was heavy, but it did not affect the prince's mood. "Zuo Zhaoyi has the ambition to become the empress. If she succeeds, it will be very powerful in the future. Do you think the emperor will depose me and replace me with her son?"
After all, she was a female official with a title and could run between the palace and the government office, but she was not allowed to stop by her home on the way. This was the rule.
She didn't speak, and he was silent too. The palace lantern cast colorful spots of light through the tassels of the dragon's whiskers. He suddenly smiled, "How many years have we known each other?"
At the other end of the corridor, several eunuchs came running over, sniffing their red noses, and reported back, "My Lord, stop playing with your bird. The Queen has sent you a beautiful young girl."
So he thought it was a little ridiculous that a young lady from a wealthy family was ordered to take care of his daily life and food - they were all children, so why talk about who would take care of whom? Just being a companion was enough. Until now, his idea had not changed, just being a companion. But he knew that her ambition was far beyond this.
The night watchman raised his eyelids, then drooped them again. Lord Su had been staying in the palace for a while, and it was not the first time that he went out with his hair messy, so everyone was used to it.
The prince said, "I thought you would rather break than bend, and would just do whatever you want."
"Prince Jianping?" She thought about it and said with a smile, "I may have been tempted by this before. Isn't the master still fine? If she is really crowned as the queen, she should pay more attention to her words and deeds. It would be more cautious to talk about it. Besides, what is there to criticize about the master? Even if she wants to, she can't find fault with the master."
The prince said, "I thought you would rather break than bend, and would just do whatever you want."
At the other end of the corridor, several eunuchs came running over, sniffing their red noses, and reported back, "My Lord, stop playing with your bird. The Queen has sent you a beautiful young girl."
This was embarrassing. He jumped down the palace wall and let her up. Only then did he see her face clearly. She was really beautiful, especially her eyes, which matched her name. They were surprisingly bright, like stars.
A nice voice and a beautiful person, these are all common, but what is unusual is her name. Su Xinghe... The first and last name are connected in a clever way, which makes it particularly exquisite.
The beauty of a woman lies in her skin and bones. The beauty of Empress Gong lies in her bones. The portrait on display was said to be painted by the emperor himself. The feelings between the married couple are not something that any concubine who is favored today can understand.
He said this while casting a vague glance at me. There was a hint of joking in his words, but Xinghe knew the convention of first criticizing and then praising.
Then pinch it. The little hands are not like the eunuchs who grit their teeth and try to show strength. Inch by inch, there is also natural warmth.
She was startled and quickly sat up and looked back at him, "Master, why do you say that?"
The prince raised his lips and smiled with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, "The life-saving prescription is also three-tenths poisonous. It's too easy to make the wrong decision."
She replied in a serious tone: "My master is braving the snow, so there is no reason for me to go to the wind."
"Who are you to the Grand Secretary Su Yujin?"
No matter how good a place is, it becomes mundane when there are too many people. His impression of the palace has always been that it is busy and crowded. Although it is not really crowded, it is also true that there are too many people. If you look, there is not a single idle street or alley in the palace. The same is true for the houses in the palace, with people coming in and out, and the entrances are never deserted. It is impossible to keep the palace people from moving during the day, but when it snows, it is like a thorough cleaning, washing away every breathing creature in every corner.
No matter how good a place is, it becomes mundane when there are too many people. His impression of the palace has always been that it is busy and crowded. Although it is not really crowded, it is also true that there are too many people. If you look, there is not a single idle street or alley in the palace. The same is true for the houses in the palace, with people coming in and out, and the entrances are never deserted. It is impossible to keep the palace people from moving during the day, but when it snows, it is like a thorough cleaning, washing away every breathing creature in every corner.
Of course, Lalagu was not a good thing. If you heard her call, you couldn't grow crops. Although she was not very happy about being compared to a pest in her hairpin, she didn't dare to say anything.
The prince raised his lips and smiled with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, "The life-saving prescription is also three-tenths poisonous. It's too easy to make the wrong decision."
"The master is different, not an ordinary person. If you want to please the master, you have to see if this person is important enough." She pursed her lips and thought for a while, "Even if the Concubine Zhaoyi is crowned as the queen, according to the ancestral system, Prince Jian was born before the queen was crowned, so he cannot compare with the master in heaven. The emperor wants to abolish the legitimate wife and establish a concubine, and the cabinet elders will be the first to disagree. The master should just relax."
This was embarrassing. He jumped down the palace wall and let her up. Only then did he see her face clearly. She was really beautiful, especially her eyes, which matched her name. They were surprisingly bright, like stars.
"Prince Jianping?" She thought about it and said with a smile, "I may have been tempted by this before. Isn't the master still fine? If she is really crowned as the queen, she should pay more attention to her words and deeds. It would be more cautious to talk about it. Besides, what is there to criticize about the master? Even if she wants to, she can't find fault with the master."
He ignored it, tilted his face back, closed his eyes, and the snow foamed onto his face, and he could hear the rustling sound of it melting away.
He nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "Yes, I can't be abolished. If I abolish the Control Rong Division, it will fall into the hands of others. How can I let you act so arrogantly?"
The small piece of satin under her cheek gradually warmed up. She felt a little tired and murmured, "The imperial harem's crowns and clothes are all managed by the Shangyi Bureau. I've granted them a favor today. Maybe they'll be useful in the future."
Of course, Lalagu was not a good thing. If you heard her call, you couldn't grow crops. Although she was not very happy about being compared to a pest in her hairpin, she didn't dare to say anything.
She bowed her head and said, "My Lord, it's my father."
The flower crown was taken down and placed on the kang. The two small hairpins with twined branches were the final means of tying up the hair, and the prince took them off with a casual pull.
The prince's posture did not change, he propped his head up with one hand and looked at her calmly. Her face was too lively, she had all the advantages of Empress Gong, even if her eyes were as heavy as dead water, they could not hide her stunning beauty.
The prince took off the cloud-foot shrimp-whisker hairpin and held it in one hand. He rubbed the tourmaline on the shrimp's back with his thumb boredly. "You are so old, and you still wear this... Every time I see the whiskers, it reminds me of the cicada."
She didn't speak, and he was silent too. The palace lantern cast colorful spots of light through the tassels of the dragon's whiskers. He suddenly smiled, "How many years have we known each other?"
The prince's posture did not change, he propped his head up with one hand and looked at her calmly. Her face was too lively, she had all the advantages of Empress Gong, even if her eyes were as heavy as dead water, they could not hide her stunning beauty.
He said this while casting a vague glance at me. There was a hint of joking in his words, but Xinghe knew the convention of first criticizing and then praising.
Without restraint, her long hair fell down. Her hair was really well-maintained, thick and smooth, and under the candlelight, there was a circle of dark blue light on the top of her head. The prince put his hand on the faint halo and gently stroked it.
Xinghe was calm and didn't care what the palace people thought. Everyone in the palace knew that Su Xinghe and the prince were having an affair, and they were probably in bed together a long time ago. She had been carrying this dirty reputation for five or six years, and because of this, the accountants and the sleeping quarters in the East Palace could not get close to the prince.
She didn't speak, and he was silent too. The palace lantern cast colorful spots of light through the tassels of the dragon's whiskers. He suddenly smiled, "How many years have we known each other?"
She didn't speak, and he was silent too. The palace lantern cast colorful spots of light through the tassels of the dragon's whiskers. He suddenly smiled, "How many years have we known each other?"
Xinghe was calm and didn't care what the palace people thought. Everyone in the palace knew that Su Xinghe and the prince were having an affair, and they were probably in bed together a long time ago. She had been carrying this dirty reputation for five or six years, and because of this, the accountants and the sleeping quarters in the East Palace could not get close to the prince.
He ignored it, tilted his face back, closed his eyes, and the snow foamed onto his face, and he could hear the rustling sound of it melting away.
With such a considerate master, what else could he be dissatisfied with? Xinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, master. My mother entered the palace to accompany the queen, but then the queen passed away. After so many years, I almost forgot what the palace was like."
The prince took off the cloud-foot shrimp-whisker hairpin and held it in one hand. He rubbed the tourmaline on the shrimp's back with his thumb boredly. "You are so old, and you still wear this... Every time I see the whiskers, it reminds me of the cicada."
"Will you be close to me later?" The prince remembered that he should ask his subordinates about their family affairs, which would appear more respectful.
No matter how good a place is, it becomes mundane when there are too many people. His impression of the palace has always been that it is busy and crowded. Although it is not really crowded, it is also true that there are too many people. If you look, there is not a single idle street or alley in the palace. The same is true for the houses in the palace, with people coming in and out, and the entrances are never deserted. It is impossible to keep the palace people from moving during the day, but when it snows, it is like a thorough cleaning, washing away every breathing creature in every corner.
She calmed down and replied, "Ten years."
Without restraint, her long hair fell down. Her hair was really well-maintained, thick and smooth, and under the candlelight, there was a circle of dark blue light on the top of her head. The prince put his hand on the faint halo and gently stroked it.
So he thought it was a little ridiculous that a young lady from a wealthy family was ordered to take care of his daily life and food - they were all children, so why talk about who would take care of whom? Just being a companion was enough. Until now, his idea had not changed, just being a companion. But he knew that her ambition was far beyond this.
Ten years passed in a flash. He still remembered the first time he saw her. The girl was much calmer than the boy, despite being the same age. He was twelve that year, standing on the wall to shoot sparrows on the winter solstice. It was snowing heavily, and people below were begging him to come down. He was unwilling because he discovered the beauty of this imperial city that had never been shown before.
Regarding Empress Gong's appearance, in order to highlight the imperial family's tradition of valuing virtue over appearance, the words recorded in the classics are basically "gentle and kind". But Xinghe has seen Empress Gong's portrait. Every winter solstice and the first day of the first lunar month, she would accompany the prince to the Fengxian Hall to burn incense. Fengxian Hall enshrines the twelve empresses since the founding of the country. Empress Gong's portrait stands out among them. She wears court robes and crowns, and is elegant and dignified.
The topic was heavy, but it did not affect the prince's mood. "Zuo Zhaoyi has the ambition to become the empress. If she succeeds, it will be very powerful in the future. Do you think the emperor will depose me and replace me with her son?"
This was embarrassing. He jumped down the palace wall and let her up. Only then did he see her face clearly. She was really beautiful, especially her eyes, which matched her name. They were surprisingly bright, like stars.
In the eyes of the prince, she may be no different from Pekingese.
He touched her hair intermittently, and after a while he suddenly asked, "Guess how long I can remain the crown prince?"
Xinghe was calm and didn't care what the palace people thought. Everyone in the palace knew that Su Xinghe and the prince were having an affair, and they were probably in bed together a long time ago. She had been carrying this dirty reputation for five or six years, and because of this, the accountants and the sleeping quarters in the East Palace could not get close to the prince.
It was like he had found his favorite pet and didn't want to care about anything. His tone was inexplicably lazy and satisfied. "The Clothing Bureau made the wrong decision. It's not like you to let it go so easily."
Without any hesitation, she immediately bowed her head and stepped forward. The prince turned his wrist, motioning her to come closer, and she sat on the footrest obediently, leaned forward slightly, and rested her face on his knees.
No matter how good a place is, it becomes mundane when there are too many people. His impression of the palace has always been that it is busy and crowded. Although it is not really crowded, it is also true that there are too many people. If you look, there is not a single idle street or alley in the palace. The same is true for the houses in the palace, with people coming in and out, and the entrances are never deserted. It is impossible to keep the palace people from moving during the day, but when it snows, it is like a thorough cleaning, washing away every breathing creature in every corner.
The flower crown was taken down and placed on the kang. The two small hairpins with twined branches were the final means of tying up the hair, and the prince took them off with a casual pull.
The flower crown was taken down and placed on the kang. The two small hairpins with twined branches were the final means of tying up the hair, and the prince took them off with a casual pull.
After all, she was a female official with a title and could run between the palace and the government office, but she was not allowed to stop by her home on the way. This was the rule.
The prince loved this kind of closeness. He would often wave his hand or call out "Xinghe". She would have to snuggle up to him obediently like cats and dogs, letting his hand hover over her head.
Xinghe was calm and didn't care what the palace people thought. Everyone in the palace knew that Su Xinghe and the prince were having an affair, and they were probably in bed together a long time ago. She had been carrying this dirty reputation for five or six years, and because of this, the accountants and the sleeping quarters in the East Palace could not get close to the prince.
"Who are you to the Grand Secretary Su Yujin?"
The topic was heavy, but it did not affect the prince's mood. "Zuo Zhaoyi has the ambition to become the empress. If she succeeds, it will be very powerful in the future. Do you think the emperor will depose me and replace me with her son?"
The snow fell loudly and quietly, and the eaves on the ground and the colorfully painted red walls were so bright and poetic and romantic.
He touched her hair intermittently, and after a while he suddenly asked, "Guess how long I can remain the crown prince?"
The topic was heavy, but it did not affect the prince's mood. "Zuo Zhaoyi has the ambition to become the empress. If she succeeds, it will be very powerful in the future. Do you think the emperor will depose me and replace me with her son?"
The flower crown was taken down and placed on the kang. The two small hairpins with twined branches were the final means of tying up the hair, and the prince took them off with a casual pull.
He ignored it, tilted his face back, closed his eyes, and the snow foamed onto his face, and he could hear the rustling sound of it melting away.
She calmed down and replied, "Ten years."
The prince sympathetically made a suggestion, "I will lend you the West Pond Courtyard. Bring your mother to the East Palace, have a meal, and talk about personal matters. You don't have to travel so far back home."
Without restraint, her long hair fell down. Her hair was really well-maintained, thick and smooth, and under the candlelight, there was a circle of dark blue light on the top of her head. The prince put his hand on the faint halo and gently stroked it.
At the other end of the corridor, several eunuchs came running over, sniffing their red noses, and reported back, "My Lord, stop playing with your bird. The Queen has sent you a beautiful young girl."
The prince's posture did not change, he propped his head up with one hand and looked at her calmly. Her face was too lively, she had all the advantages of Empress Gong, even if her eyes were as heavy as dead water, they could not hide her stunning beauty.
The prince loved this kind of closeness. He would often wave his hand or call out "Xinghe". She would have to snuggle up to him obediently like cats and dogs, letting his hand hover over her head.
Without restraint, her long hair fell down. Her hair was really well-maintained, thick and smooth, and under the candlelight, there was a circle of dark blue light on the top of her head. The prince put his hand on the faint halo and gently stroked it.
In the eyes of the prince, she may be no different from Pekingese.
He ignored it, tilted his face back, closed his eyes, and the snow foamed onto his face, and he could hear the rustling sound of it melting away.
Ten years passed in a flash. He still remembered the first time he saw her. The girl was much calmer than the boy, despite being the same age. He was twelve that year, standing on the wall to shoot sparrows on the winter solstice. It was snowing heavily, and people below were begging him to come down. He was unwilling because he discovered the beauty of this imperial city that had never been shown before.
The prince took off the cloud-foot shrimp-whisker hairpin and held it in one hand. He rubbed the tourmaline on the shrimp's back with his thumb boredly. "You are so old, and you still wear this... Every time I see the whiskers, it reminds me of the cicada."
Patting her knees, she snuggled up to him again. Perhaps she was bored, she asked her master if her legs were sore, "Let me massage them for you?"
The young eunuch refused to give up and kept chattering: "Master, Master... Look, someone is coming."
The topic was heavy, but it did not affect the prince's mood. "Zuo Zhaoyi has the ambition to become the empress. If she succeeds, it will be very powerful in the future. Do you think the emperor will depose me and replace me with her son?"
The small piece of satin under her cheek gradually warmed up. She felt a little tired and murmured, "The imperial harem's crowns and clothes are all managed by the Shangyi Bureau. I've granted them a favor today. Maybe they'll be useful in the future."
No matter how good a place is, it becomes mundane when there are too many people. His impression of the palace has always been that it is busy and crowded. Although it is not really crowded, it is also true that there are too many people. If you look, there is not a single idle street or alley in the palace. The same is true for the houses in the palace, with people coming in and out, and the entrances are never deserted. It is impossible to keep the palace people from moving during the day, but when it snows, it is like a thorough cleaning, washing away every breathing creature in every corner.
She obeyed the order, stood up, picked up the flower crown and hairpins, held them in her hands and walked out.
With such a considerate master, what else could he be dissatisfied with? Xinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, master. My mother entered the palace to accompany the queen, but then the queen passed away. After so many years, I almost forgot what the palace was like."
Xinghe was calm and didn't care what the palace people thought. Everyone in the palace knew that Su Xinghe and the prince were having an affair, and they were probably in bed together a long time ago. She had been carrying this dirty reputation for five or six years, and because of this, the accountants and the sleeping quarters in the East Palace could not get close to the prince.
Then a crisp voice sounded, saying: "Your Highness, I am Su Xinghe, and I am here to serve your Highness in his daily life."
Regarding Empress Gong's appearance, in order to highlight the imperial family's tradition of valuing virtue over appearance, the words recorded in the classics are basically "gentle and kind". But Xinghe has seen Empress Gong's portrait. Every winter solstice and the first day of the first lunar month, she would accompany the prince to the Fengxian Hall to burn incense. Fengxian Hall enshrines the twelve empresses since the founding of the country. Empress Gong's portrait stands out among them. She wears court robes and crowns, and is elegant and dignified.
The topic was heavy, but it did not affect the prince's mood. "Zuo Zhaoyi has the ambition to become the empress. If she succeeds, it will be very powerful in the future. Do you think the emperor will depose me and replace me with her son?"
So he thought it was a little ridiculous that a young lady from a wealthy family was ordered to take care of his daily life and food - they were all children, so why talk about who would take care of whom? Just being a companion was enough. Until now, his idea had not changed, just being a companion. But he knew that her ambition was far beyond this.
The night watchman raised his eyelids, then drooped them again. Lord Su had been staying in the palace for a while, and it was not the first time that he went out with his hair messy, so everyone was used to it.
He nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "Yes, I can't be abolished. If I abolish the Control Rong Division, it will fall into the hands of others. How can I let you act so arrogantly?"
She bowed her head and said, "My Lord, it's my father."
The prince lowered his eyes and saw her standing outside the corridor. She was dressed in a scarlet cotton jacket, which did not look bulky in the winter. She had two buns on her head, each with a lotus leaf dragonfly hairpin. She saluted him with her hand on her forehead, bowed down, and knelt in the snow.
A nice voice and a beautiful person, these are all common, but what is unusual is her name. Su Xinghe... The first and last name are connected in a clever way, which makes it particularly exquisite.
She said yes, “I haven’t seen my mother for eight years.”
A nice voice and a beautiful person, these are all common, but what is unusual is her name. Su Xinghe... The first and last name are connected in a clever way, which makes it particularly exquisite.
Xinghe was calm and didn't care what the palace people thought. Everyone in the palace knew that Su Xinghe and the prince were having an affair, and they were probably in bed together a long time ago. She had been carrying this dirty reputation for five or six years, and because of this, the accountants and the sleeping quarters in the East Palace could not get close to the prince.
"Yes, I'll change it tomorrow."
Of course, Lalagu was not a good thing. If you heard her call, you couldn't grow crops. Although she was not very happy about being compared to a pest in her hairpin, she didn't dare to say anything.
She choked, knowing that he was deliberately using his words to attack her. Of course, she couldn't say anything back, but it didn't stop her from feeling very uncomfortable.
The prince lowered his eyes and saw her standing outside the corridor. She was dressed in a scarlet cotton jacket, which did not look bulky in the winter. She had two buns on her head, each with a lotus leaf dragonfly hairpin. She saluted him with her hand on her forehead, bowed down, and knelt in the snow.
The flower crown was taken down and placed on the kang. The two small hairpins with twined branches were the final means of tying up the hair, and the prince took them off with a casual pull.
She bowed her head and said, "My Lord, it's my father."
She obeyed the order, stood up, picked up the flower crown and hairpins, held them in her hands and walked out.
The shrimp-whisker hairpin lay in her palm. She stared at the bald shrimp head and blinked her dry eyes, "Yes."
She said yes, “I haven’t seen my mother for eight years.”
This was embarrassing. He jumped down the palace wall and let her up. Only then did he see her face clearly. She was really beautiful, especially her eyes, which matched her name. They were surprisingly bright, like stars.
Without restraint, her long hair fell down. Her hair was really well-maintained, thick and smooth, and under the candlelight, there was a circle of dark blue light on the top of her head. The prince put his hand on the faint halo and gently stroked it.
"Aren't you going down under the porch?" He frowned.
The inner chambers are different from the outer chambers. It is almost the beginning of winter and all palaces have heated the floor kangs. Even if you walk barefoot on the floor, you won't feel cold.
Patting her knees, she snuggled up to him again. Perhaps she was bored, she asked her master if her legs were sore, "Let me massage them for you?"
The snow fell loudly and quietly, and the eaves on the ground and the colorfully painted red walls were so bright and poetic and romantic.
The flower crown was taken down and placed on the kang. The two small hairpins with twined branches were the final means of tying up the hair, and the prince took them off with a casual pull.
The inner chambers are different from the outer chambers. It is almost the beginning of winter and all palaces have heated the floor kangs. Even if you walk barefoot on the floor, you won't feel cold.
Then pinch it. The little hands are not like the eunuchs who grit their teeth and try to show strength. Inch by inch, there is also natural warmth.
The shrimp-whisker hairpin lay in her palm. She stared at the bald shrimp head and blinked her dry eyes, "Yes."
She replied in a serious tone: "My master is braving the snow, so there is no reason for me to go to the wind."
Ten years passed in a flash. He still remembered the first time he saw her. The girl was much calmer than the boy, despite being the same age. He was twelve that year, standing on the wall to shoot sparrows on the winter solstice. It was snowing heavily, and people below were begging him to come down. He was unwilling because he discovered the beauty of this imperial city that had never been shown before.
The prince's eyes were like the queen's, firm, deep, and far-reaching; his lips were also like the queen's, with a delicate shape and warm color. However, the so-called beauty born in him was initially just a beautiful young man's facial features. Over time, this beauty gradually permeated and turned into a kind of alienated atmosphere, until finally, it completely cultivated the dignity and unattainability of the imperial family.
"What about today?" The prince thought for a moment, broke off the two whiskers, and handed them back to her, "That's it."
The prince's posture did not change, he propped his head up with one hand and looked at her calmly. Her face was too lively, she had all the advantages of Empress Gong, even if her eyes were as heavy as dead water, they could not hide her stunning beauty.
This was embarrassing. He jumped down the palace wall and let her up. Only then did he see her face clearly. She was really beautiful, especially her eyes, which matched her name. They were surprisingly bright, like stars.
She obeyed the order, stood up, picked up the flower crown and hairpins, held them in her hands and walked out.
Without restraint, her long hair fell down. Her hair was really well-maintained, thick and smooth, and under the candlelight, there was a circle of dark blue light on the top of her head. The prince put his hand on the faint halo and gently stroked it.
Xinghe was calm and didn't care what the palace people thought. Everyone in the palace knew that Su Xinghe and the prince were having an affair, and they were probably in bed together a long time ago. She had been carrying this dirty reputation for five or six years, and because of this, the accountants and the sleeping quarters in the East Palace could not get close to the prince.
He touched her hair intermittently, and after a while he suddenly asked, "Guess how long I can remain the crown prince?"
She obeyed the order, stood up, picked up the flower crown and hairpins, held them in her hands and walked out.
The young eunuch refused to give up and kept chattering: "Master, Master... Look, someone is coming."
A nice voice and a beautiful person, these are all common, but what is unusual is her name. Su Xinghe... The first and last name are connected in a clever way, which makes it particularly exquisite.
"Who are you to the Grand Secretary Su Yujin?"
In the eyes of the prince, she may be no different from Pekingese.
Without any hesitation, she immediately bowed her head and stepped forward. The prince turned his wrist, motioning her to come closer, and she sat on the footrest obediently, leaned forward slightly, and rested her face on his knees.
The topic was heavy, but it did not affect the prince's mood. "Zuo Zhaoyi has the ambition to become the empress. If she succeeds, it will be very powerful in the future. Do you think the emperor will depose me and replace me with her son?"
A nice voice and a beautiful person, these are all common, but what is unusual is her name. Su Xinghe... The first and last name are connected in a clever way, which makes it particularly exquisite.
With such a considerate master, what else could he be dissatisfied with? Xinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, master. My mother entered the palace to accompany the queen, but then the queen passed away. After so many years, I almost forgot what the palace was like."
She bowed her head and said, "My Lord, it's my father."
The topic was heavy, but it did not affect the prince's mood. "Zuo Zhaoyi has the ambition to become the empress. If she succeeds, it will be very powerful in the future. Do you think the emperor will depose me and replace me with her son?"
"Aren't you going down under the porch?" He frowned.
So he thought it was a little ridiculous that a young lady from a wealthy family was ordered to take care of his daily life and food - they were all children, so why talk about who would take care of whom? Just being a companion was enough. Until now, his idea had not changed, just being a companion. But he knew that her ambition was far beyond this.
No matter how good a place is, it becomes mundane when there are too many people. His impression of the palace has always been that it is busy and crowded. Although it is not really crowded, it is also true that there are too many people. If you look, there is not a single idle street or alley in the palace. The same is true for the houses in the palace, with people coming in and out, and the entrances are never deserted. It is impossible to keep the palace people from moving during the day, but when it snows, it is like a thorough cleaning, washing away every breathing creature in every corner.
She calmed down and replied, "Ten years."
"The master is different, not an ordinary person. If you want to please the master, you have to see if this person is important enough." She pursed her lips and thought for a while, "Even if the Concubine Zhaoyi is crowned as the queen, according to the ancestral system, Prince Jian was born before the queen was crowned, so he cannot compare with the master in heaven. The emperor wants to abolish the legitimate wife and establish a concubine, and the cabinet elders will be the first to disagree. The master should just relax."
Without restraint, her long hair fell down. Her hair was really well-maintained, thick and smooth, and under the candlelight, there was a circle of dark blue light on the top of her head. The prince put his hand on the faint halo and gently stroked it.
Patting her knees, she snuggled up to him again. Perhaps she was bored, she asked her master if her legs were sore, "Let me massage them for you?"
Without any hesitation, she immediately bowed her head and stepped forward. The prince turned his wrist, motioning her to come closer, and she sat on the footrest obediently, leaned forward slightly, and rested her face on his knees.
So he thought it was a little ridiculous that a young lady from a wealthy family was ordered to take care of his daily life and food - they were all children, so why talk about who would take care of whom? Just being a companion was enough. Until now, his idea had not changed, just being a companion. But he knew that her ambition was far beyond this.
The prince raised his lips and smiled with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, "The life-saving prescription is also three-tenths poisonous. It's too easy to make the wrong decision."
The prince said, "I thought you would rather break than bend, and would just do whatever you want."
The prince said, "I thought you would rather break than bend, and would just do whatever you want."
Ten years passed in a flash. He still remembered the first time he saw her. The girl was much calmer than the boy, despite being the same age. He was twelve that year, standing on the wall to shoot sparrows on the winter solstice. It was snowing heavily, and people below were begging him to come down. He was unwilling because he discovered the beauty of this imperial city that had never been shown before.
"Prince Jianping?" She thought about it and said with a smile, "I may have been tempted by this before. Isn't the master still fine? If she is really crowned as the queen, she should pay more attention to her words and deeds. It would be more cautious to talk about it. Besides, what is there to criticize about the master? Even if she wants to, she can't find fault with the master."
Then pinch it. The little hands are not like the eunuchs who grit their teeth and try to show strength. Inch by inch, there is also natural warmth.
The prince said, "I thought you would rather break than bend, and would just do whatever you want."
She calmed down and replied, "Ten years."
She bowed her head and said, "My Lord, it's my father."
"Will you be close to me later?" The prince remembered that he should ask his subordinates about their family affairs, which would appear more respectful.
Although we often see each other and even brush against each other's cheeks, we don't feel familiar with each other. This kind of person is born standing on the clouds, and you can't see through his thoughts. If you can see through, then he is not himself.
Patting her knees, she snuggled up to him again. Perhaps she was bored, she asked her master if her legs were sore, "Let me massage them for you?"
Xinghe was calm and didn't care what the palace people thought. Everyone in the palace knew that Su Xinghe and the prince were having an affair, and they were probably in bed together a long time ago. She had been carrying this dirty reputation for five or six years, and because of this, the accountants and the sleeping quarters in the East Palace could not get close to the prince.
The beauty of a woman lies in her skin and bones. The beauty of Empress Gong lies in her bones. The portrait on display was said to be painted by the emperor himself. The feelings between the married couple are not something that any concubine who is favored today can understand.
The inner chambers are different from the outer chambers. It is almost the beginning of winter and all palaces have heated the floor kangs. Even if you walk barefoot on the floor, you won't feel cold.
She said yes, “I haven’t seen my mother for eight years.”
The prince sympathetically made a suggestion, "I will lend you the West Pond Courtyard. Bring your mother to the East Palace, have a meal, and talk about personal matters. You don't have to travel so far back home."
A nice voice and a beautiful person, these are all common, but what is unusual is her name. Su Xinghe... The first and last name are connected in a clever way, which makes it particularly exquisite.
It was like he had found his favorite pet and didn't want to care about anything. His tone was inexplicably lazy and satisfied. "The Clothing Bureau made the wrong decision. It's not like you to let it go so easily."
After all, she was a female official with a title and could run between the palace and the government office, but she was not allowed to stop by her home on the way. This was the rule.
The young eunuch refused to give up and kept chattering: "Master, Master... Look, someone is coming."
The prince sympathetically made a suggestion, "I will lend you the West Pond Courtyard. Bring your mother to the East Palace, have a meal, and talk about personal matters. You don't have to travel so far back home."
"What about today?" The prince thought for a moment, broke off the two whiskers, and handed them back to her, "That's it."
The shrimp-whisker hairpin lay in her palm. She stared at the bald shrimp head and blinked her dry eyes, "Yes."
The young eunuch refused to give up and kept chattering: "Master, Master... Look, someone is coming."
The prince loved this kind of closeness. He would often wave his hand or call out "Xinghe". She would have to snuggle up to him obediently like cats and dogs, letting his hand hover over her head.
The prince sympathetically made a suggestion, "I will lend you the West Pond Courtyard. Bring your mother to the East Palace, have a meal, and talk about personal matters. You don't have to travel so far back home."
The prince's eyes were like the queen's, firm, deep, and far-reaching; his lips were also like the queen's, with a delicate shape and warm color. However, the so-called beauty born in him was initially just a beautiful young man's facial features. Over time, this beauty gradually permeated and turned into a kind of alienated atmosphere, until finally, it completely cultivated the dignity and unattainability of the imperial family.
The shrimp-whisker hairpin lay in her palm. She stared at the bald shrimp head and blinked her dry eyes, "Yes."
She obeyed the order, stood up, picked up the flower crown and hairpins, held them in her hands and walked out.
She obeyed the order, stood up, picked up the flower crown and hairpins, held them in her hands and walked out.
"Who are you to the Grand Secretary Su Yujin?"
With such a considerate master, what else could he be dissatisfied with? Xinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, master. My mother entered the palace to accompany the queen, but then the queen passed away. After so many years, I almost forgot what the palace was like."
Patting her knees, she snuggled up to him again. Perhaps she was bored, she asked her master if her legs were sore, "Let me massage them for you?"
The prince lowered his eyes and saw her standing outside the corridor. She was dressed in a scarlet cotton jacket, which did not look bulky in the winter. She had two buns on her head, each with a lotus leaf dragonfly hairpin. She saluted him with her hand on her forehead, bowed down, and knelt in the snow.
He ignored it, tilted his face back, closed his eyes, and the snow foamed onto his face, and he could hear the rustling sound of it melting away.
She obeyed the order, stood up, picked up the flower crown and hairpins, held them in her hands and walked out.
She didn't speak, and he was silent too. The palace lantern cast colorful spots of light through the tassels of the dragon's whiskers. He suddenly smiled, "How many years have we known each other?"
"Aren't you going down under the porch?" He frowned.
The prince hummed, took back his hand and said, "It's getting late, go ahead. You don't have to see me off to court tomorrow, it's more important to do your job well."
The prince took off the cloud-foot shrimp-whisker hairpin and held it in one hand. He rubbed the tourmaline on the shrimp's back with his thumb boredly. "You are so old, and you still wear this... Every time I see the whiskers, it reminds me of the cicada."
"Will you be close to me later?" The prince remembered that he should ask his subordinates about their family affairs, which would appear more respectful.
She choked, knowing that he was deliberately using his words to attack her. Of course, she couldn't say anything back, but it didn't stop her from feeling very uncomfortable.
It was hard to explain what this quirk was, but every time he felt like it, he would untie her hair, which was tied up nicely. For example, the Pekingese dog that Mrs. Xue kept had long hair, and she would tie it up in a bun on top of its head. When Mrs. Xue remembered to smooth its hair, the bun had to be untied, which was not suitable for the owner and ruined the owner's mood.
"What about today?" The prince thought for a moment, broke off the two whiskers, and handed them back to her, "That's it."
She obeyed the order, stood up, picked up the flower crown and hairpins, held them in her hands and walked out.
She was startled and quickly sat up and looked back at him, "Master, why do you say that?"
No matter how good a place is, it becomes mundane when there are too many people. His impression of the palace has always been that it is busy and crowded. Although it is not really crowded, it is also true that there are too many people. If you look, there is not a single idle street or alley in the palace. The same is true for the houses in the palace, with people coming in and out, and the entrances are never deserted. It is impossible to keep the palace people from moving during the day, but when it snows, it is like a thorough cleaning, washing away every breathing creature in every corner.
She obeyed the order, stood up, picked up the flower crown and hairpins, held them in her hands and walked out.
The night watchman raised his eyelids, then drooped them again. Lord Su had been staying in the palace for a while, and it was not the first time that he went out with his hair messy, so everyone was used to it.
He didn't like to flirt with the inner court, and she didn't know why. She only knew that even if he allowed her to wield power in the Military Control Department, it would only make up for her loss of reputation. After all, it was not a good thing for a pure girl to be gossiped about. If it were someone else, it would have been a big deal.
It was hard to explain what this quirk was, but every time he felt like it, he would untie her hair, which was tied up nicely. For example, the Pekingese dog that Mrs. Xue kept had long hair, and she would tie it up in a bun on top of its head. When Mrs. Xue remembered to smooth its hair, the bun had to be untied, which was not suitable for the owner and ruined the owner's mood.
The inner chambers are different from the outer chambers. It is almost the beginning of winter and all palaces have heated the floor kangs. Even if you walk barefoot on the floor, you won't feel cold.
He nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "Yes, I can't be abolished. If I abolish the Control Rong Division, it will fall into the hands of others. How can I let you act so arrogantly?"
With such a considerate master, what else could he be dissatisfied with? Xinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, master. My mother entered the palace to accompany the queen, but then the queen passed away. After so many years, I almost forgot what the palace was like."
He didn't like to flirt with the inner court, and she didn't know why. She only knew that even if he allowed her to wield power in the Military Control Department, it would only make up for her loss of reputation. After all, it was not a good thing for a pure girl to be gossiped about. If it were someone else, it would have been a big deal.
Xinghe was calm and didn't care what the palace people thought. Everyone in the palace knew that Su Xinghe and the prince were having an affair, and they were probably in bed together a long time ago. She had been carrying this dirty reputation for five or six years, and because of this, the accountants and the sleeping quarters in the East Palace could not get close to the prince.
He ignored it, tilted his face back, closed his eyes, and the snow foamed onto his face, and he could hear the rustling sound of it melting away.
"Yes, I'll change it tomorrow."
"Aren't you going down under the porch?" He frowned.
She bowed her head and said, "My Lord, it's my father."
The prince raised his lips and smiled with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, "The life-saving prescription is also three-tenths poisonous. It's too easy to make the wrong decision."
In the eyes of the prince, she may be no different from Pekingese.
The inner chambers are different from the outer chambers. It is almost the beginning of winter and all palaces have heated the floor kangs. Even if you walk barefoot on the floor, you won't feel cold.
Then pinch it. The little hands are not like the eunuchs who grit their teeth and try to show strength. Inch by inch, there is also natural warmth.
He didn't like to flirt with the inner court, and she didn't know why. She only knew that even if he allowed her to wield power in the Military Control Department, it would only make up for her loss of reputation. After all, it was not a good thing for a pure girl to be gossiped about. If it were someone else, it would have been a big deal.
No matter how good a place is, it becomes mundane when there are too many people. His impression of the palace has always been that it is busy and crowded. Although it is not really crowded, it is also true that there are too many people. If you look, there is not a single idle street or alley in the palace. The same is true for the houses in the palace, with people coming in and out, and the entrances are never deserted. It is impossible to keep the palace people from moving during the day, but when it snows, it is like a thorough cleaning, washing away every breathing creature in every corner.
There was a refreshing fruity aroma in the palace. The warmer it was, the hotter the aroma seemed, and it went straight into my nose. Most of the time, habits become second nature. After doing something for a long time, even if it doesn't suit your taste, as long as the master has the time, you have to endure your temper and try to please him.
Without any hesitation, she immediately bowed her head and stepped forward. The prince turned his wrist, motioning her to come closer, and she sat on the footrest obediently, leaned forward slightly, and rested her face on his knees.