After seeing off Emperor Yongfu, they soon welcomed the gifts from the twenty-four divisions. The leader, Liu Shanggong, had the same respectful smile as Eunuch Zhang.
"Happy Emperor Ji."
Shen Nanbao was stunned for a moment, but he quickly raised his hand to support her, "Shang Gong, there is no need to be polite."
After receiving the order, Liu Shanggong stood up and turned around to point at the pile of gold lacquer trays and black lacquer boxes behind him, and said: "These items are all prepared according to Di Ji's specifications. I would like to ask Di Ji to take a look and see where they are missing." If there are few, just tell the slave, and the slave will immediately send someone down to prepare."
It has been said that it was prepared in accordance with Di Ji's specifications. If she were to find fault, she would be giving someone something to talk about.
Shen Nanbao then said: "You are an expert in this matter. You must have considered everything carefully."
This trust comes easily and is not easy for people to believe, but it does not prevent people from feeling comfortable.
The human heart is just like this, little by little, accumulated over time.
The smile on Liu Shanggong's face became more genuine, he knelt down and ordered the palace servants to put the items on the ground one by one.
The spacious room suddenly became richer, even the corners were not missed. There were ice-cracked bottles with thin waists and fat bellies standing upright, and hibiscus trees that were always springy were inserted.
People passed by, bringing up a gust of wind, and the gorgeous flowers swayed, shining brightly and beautifully in the sunset.
Liu Shanggong was used to this. He lowered his eyes and led out a group of people, all of whom were maids serving her. He did not tell her whereabouts or names, but secretly reminded Shen Nanbao to ask them one by one afterwards.
Shen Nanbao curled his lips quietly, thanked Liu Shangshu, and waited for her to go away. The palace became cold again, as if he had been plunged into cold water for an instant, and everything was chilly.
The new maids couldn't help but shudder.
Shen Nanbao stood there quietly as if he didn't realize it. The wind was blowing outside, the iron horse under the eaves was floating and sinking, and the jingling of bells sounded very far away.
The wind was very close, blowing on the back of her head, making it chilly.
She couldn't help but tighten her hands, and a palace maid saw it and came up with her head bowed in small steps, "Emperor Ji, please ask someone to add some silver bones and charcoal?"
Shen Nanbao nodded and said hello.
The silver bone charcoal was quickly brought up, and with a crackling sound, a deep and warm air came up heavily, like the feeling of having a quilt covering your face when you turned over one night.
Hazy, hazy, and trance like a dream.
Shen Nanbao stretched out his hand, held up the poker and poked at the pile of charcoal. The charcoal shavings flew up and fell on the person's face and shoulders. There was a very warm moment.
Afraid that the sparks would burn his robe, Shen Nanbao stroked it, but he didn't stroke it in time, and a hole was still made in the skirt, and the edges were yellow. At a glance, there was an old smell, just like those things.
Things about her previous life, things about Shen's house, things between her and Xiao Yichen...
Shen Nanbao felt as if he was being pricked by a needle, his whole body trembled, and his expression changed.
The palace maid from before still saw it with sharp eyes, but she came up and knelt down, "Emperor Ji, do you want to change your clothes?"
Shen Nanbao didn't nod this time. She glanced over and asked, "What's your name?"
The palace maid bent her knees again, causing the candlelight beside her to ripple, "My name is Chuyun."
"'The sea was once difficult to make water, except for Wushan, it is not clouds'?"
The cloud-free eyelashes are a little lower.
Shen Nanbao looked down at her, facing the candlelight. The sparse eyelashes were like wings, resting on the high bulging cheekbones, giving off a bit of delicateness.
"This slave was sold into the palace by her family during a famine. She has never read a book. I don't know if she is this Chuiyun."
Shen Nanbao lowered his voice and said, "Then who gave you this name?"
Chu Yun said: "It was taken by the former Wang Meiren who served me. However, Wang Meiren had committed an offense a few years ago and bumped into the saint. Her leg was broken when she was given a board by the waiter, and she was bedridden for half a year. That summer, He still couldn't make it through and died, so I was made a lantern by the Chong Si Deng, and went around in circles, and then I came to Di Ji."
When Chu Yun said this, he was not very moved. Thinking about it, it is very common for people to die in the palace. Just like what Mrs. Zhao said, this palace looks golden and emerald. Everywhere is fine. In fact, It's like clearing the pebbles at the bottom of a pond. You have to dig through them yourself to know how much mud there is.
Shen Nanbao took a breath and said, "Being able to come to me is a fate between you and me. That's all, please remember the names of these palace maids for me and tell me them one by one tomorrow, so that I don't have to remember their names." I don’t even know him, and it’s not convenient to greet him.”
Zhuiyun's eyebrows showed a little joy and he quickly said yes.
Shen Nanbao stopped looking at her, walked around the golden and green landscape screen, and entered the inner room.
The bed had been tidied up by Liu Shanggong just now when he arrived. The pearl gauze curtain was lifted, and inside was a neatly folded new silk brocade quilt. In the cold room, it looked like a small flame arching over the bed. There was real warmth in Shen Nanbao's heart.
With Chuiyun taking the lead just now, several other palace maids also rushed up to please her. When they saw the tiredness on Shen Nanbao's face, they all came up and wanted to help her change, but Shen Nanbao refused.
"Remember to call me tomorrow. I have to go and say hello to you."
Although the saint was in confinement, Shen Nanbao had to pay his respects to the concubine whom Shen Nanbao had just conferred. So the next day, Shen Nanbao changed into the imperial concubine's regular clothes and went to Zhengyang Palace in an elegant manner.
A saint is a saint after all. Even though he was imprisoned, he kept himself bald and smooth, sitting under the sky. As soon as people came to the door, his eyes were filled with splendor and splendor.
Shen Nanbao closed his eyes, walked to the saint, bowed and worshiped, "Happy sir."
The saint glanced at her, slowly stroked his knees and said: "Your ritual is irregular, but it is reasonable. After all, I have not asked Shangyi to teach me in the palace since I was a child. When today is over, I will appoint Wang Shangyi to teach me." Your palace will give you a good lesson, and you have to study hard. In the New Year soon, so many people will be present, and it will be bad if you show your eyesight."
Shen Nanbao's posture did not change, so his voice sounded a little mumbled, "I know, I will study hard."
The saint raised his face slightly at this time and said, "Get up."
In his sight, a handsome face appeared. He was probably coming to see her today, so he dressed up properly. Being well-behaved inevitably makes you look more cliched, but the more you look like this, the more frightening you look at it. Why? , just because this face looks exactly like Concubine Chen.
Likeness is too subtle to describe, it should be said that it is exactly that.
So much so that at a glance, all kinds of things from the past are rushing in like a surging tide, and I don't know what night it is today or where I am.
Shen Nanbao noticed the saint's distracted look. His thick eyelashes lowered a little, covering the glimmer of light under his eyes, but his hand went to his face, with a smile on his lips, "Look at me, you reminded me of me." Mother and concubine."
As he said this, he smiled to himself, "Even dad said that I look very much like my mother and concubine. No wonder I was in a daze when I saw me for the first time."
The saint squinted his eyes, as if he saw a protruding nail, and looked at Shen Nanbao intently.
But soon, the saint withdrew his gaze and said with a withering tone: "Yes, when I first saw it, I thought it was an old friend returning, but when I saw Yongfu, I realized that I had thought wrong. Death is like a lamp extinguished." , how can a dead person come back to life? Fortunately, she still has a son, otherwise she would be like those beautiful and talented people who have nothing to show for themselves and would not even bother to record them in the history books."
Shen Nanbao seemed to be aroused by her. He stood down and lowered his voice, "No, it's fortunate that I have a good life. Although I have gone through many hardships, I have always had no dangers. Otherwise, Who knows that my mother-in-law once had a son."
The two of them almost fell out at each other in the Imperial City Department. They were talking so amiably at the moment. In fact, they knew in their hearts that they were secretly talking about each other. So now they were coming and going, or testing or warning, but they had nothing to do. There is something to be said.
The saint immediately called Shen Nanbao away.
As soon as I left Zhengyang Palace, I met Emperor Yongfu in the narrow corridor who also came to pay her respects.
Their eyes met, yesterday's grievances and grudges were forgotten, and now they are all strangers with the same blood.
Shen Nanbao knelt down and said, "Sister."
Emperor Yongfu returned the greeting, "I just happened to meet you, but I don't want to make an extra trip..."
Emperor Yongfu paused for a moment and glanced at Shen Nanbao, "Including you, there are seven emperors under my father's knees. Those sisters know about you, and they are all planning to pay tribute to the royal tea in Beiyuan in the future. Inviting you out to get together is also a chance to meet each other. Just remember to make time, you know!"
Shen Nanbao said he knew.
Yongfu Diji pursed her lips and stroked the golden thread on her sleeve that was somewhat hot due to the sun. "Those sisters are asking you, how long ago were you born, and what profession do you have?"
Shen Nanbao said: "I heard from my grandparents that I was born in the twelfth month of the second year of Daoguang."
Emperor Yongfu frowned slightly because of her so-called 'grandparents', "Although you haven't entered the ancestral temple yet, your father has given you a gold book and a badge, so your grandparents are no longer Zhao It’s an old couple at home.”
Shen Nanbao nodded obediently and heard another sound of understanding.
The look of abiding by etiquette made Yongfu Emperor Ji frown, "You just treat others like this. There is no need to be so polite when you are with your sisters and father. You should be panicked."
Her unintentional words made Shen Nanbao smile lightly, "Thank you, sister, for the tip."
Emperor Yongfu only thought there was something strange about it, but she didn't take it seriously. Anyway, she said goodbye to her after the conversation was brought to her.
Shen Nanbaoxing was on his way back.
Today, it was Chuyun who accompanied Shen Nanbao to pay his respects. She held Shen Nanbao's elbow and acted cautiously, fearing that she was in the wrong place.
When Shen Nanbao saw this, he said, "I am not an empress who was born in a serious palace. There is no need to be so strict with me."
Zhuiyun shook his head, "Di Ji is joking. She is not from the palace, but she is also a serious Di Ji. How can we despise her?"
The corners of Shen Nanbao's mouth curled up into slight smile lines, "Did Mrs. Wang teach you these? Or did you learn them when you were holding a lamp?"
The origins of these people in the palace were unknown, and Shen Nanbao was absolutely on guard when using them, but he would not always follow them with riddles. He could tease them occasionally, but he could actually control them.
Sure enough, Zhuiyun's ears turned a little red, "The redness in my ears and eyes will gradually get better. Di Ji can't laugh at me."
The two of them walked to the palace while talking like this.
As soon as Shen Nanbao lifted up her skirt and went up the steps, she heard a howling voice coming over.
"Sister!"
