It had just snowed, and it was snowy all around. The sun hit me, but I didn't feel warm, but rather chilly.
When Shen Nan Baojian changed her clothes earlier, she couldn't help but shiver in the blazing hall. She took a breath and said to the official: "Look, it's so cold today that I can't help but breathe in the room." Misty."
Fang Guan kept moving his hands and looked at Shen Nanbao with a warm smile on his lips, "Yes, so Emperor Ji must keep herself warm and must not freeze."
As he spoke, the skirt was tied tightly. Fang Guan brought Mrs. Xi from the side, put it into Shen Nanbao's hand, and said in a low voice: "It's the master's order, saying that you are weak in energy and blood and are afraid of the cold, and you have to cover yourself up." Hold this."
"He is really..."
Shen Nanbao held Mrs. Xi in his hands and felt the warm pulse in his hand go into his heart, and even his cheeks felt a little hot, "I'm not afraid that there are too many people in the palace."
I don't know what Xiao Yichen actually said to Fang Guan. After saying this, he became amused, "There are many people with mixed eyes. If it really spreads, wouldn't it be exactly what you wanted, Di Ji?"
Facing Shangguan's teasing eyes, Shen Nanbao panicked and hurriedly changed the topic, "Is Fengyue's recent rules hard to follow?"
Fang Guan nodded and said, "I'm fine, but I just can't stand it and move easily. Every time I finish learning the rules, I always say it's tiring and that it hurts. Anyway, I just hide away."
Shen Nanbao smiled, "Learning the rules is tiring, so let her do it. Anyway, there are so many people in the palace, there is no shortage of her."
With that said, look at what's going on outside, it's three quarters past, and we can't put it off any longer.
"Today my confinement is lifted, everyone in each palace should go. If I go late, I might be scolded."
Saying this, he hurriedly put on his cloak, opened the partition, and plunged into the howling north wind.
Fang Guan, who was waiting on the left and right, held Shen Nanbao firmly on the crook of his elbow and said, "Master is going to take a shift today. Come from Donghua Gate."
Shen Nanbao's heart was beating like a drum in his chest, and his throat seemed to be vibrating due to the drum beating, "I understand, I'll go after my son has finished his morning exam."
Zhengyang Palace, which had been closed for nearly a month, finally opened its doors today to welcome everyone, and all kinds of life came into the lifeless palace.
Shen Nanbao originally wanted to fish in troubled waters when greeting her sisters. Unexpectedly, as soon as she got up, the saint's eyes were fixed on her face.
"I have learned Yongle's rules for more than a month, and they are much more appropriate to the naked eye."
This is just the saint deceiving himself.
But after all, she is the mother of the country. When she speaks, how can everyone not agree with her.
Amid the adulation of the crowd, the saint spoke in a long voice, "I have learned the rules, and the first year is coming soon. I am just melancholy, how should I prepare for the first year? If I follow the rules of the previous year, it will always be boring. "
A talented person took over and said, "The plum blossoms have been blooming recently in Lei Cui Garden. How about setting up a stage there so that you can enjoy the scenery and watch a show."
The saint pursed his lips and said, "It's so cold that we go out to watch a play in the snow. Don't tell us whether we can bear it or not. Only the officials are healthy. If the wind blows, we don't know if the coughing disease will happen again."
The talented man's face froze, as green as a crab shell, and he stopped talking.
The saint suddenly became stunned, "We are all canaries locked in the nest of wealth. Every day and night we only see these high walls and the world in all directions. Sometimes we are not as good as the people at the bottom."
As he said that, he glanced at Shen Nanbao's face, "Yongle, you have stayed outside the palace for a long time and have more knowledge than us. Tell me, what should we do?"
Shen Nanbao is the empress who lives outside the palace.
This was not a secret at first, but it was embarrassing to talk about it, so when everyone saw Shen Nanbao, they hid their mouths and did not mention it.
The result is very good, and the sage never fails to say this.
If you talk too much, even a fool can hear the squeeze in his attitude.
However, if things don't happen to me, these talented people, beauties and so on, naturally look forward to it and are happy to see a good show.
Shen Nanbao raised his head under the eyes of everyone, "I don't know much. I stay in the big house all day long, and the only thing I can see is a small part of the world. What's more, there's no palace outside." To be magnificent, it’s just a matter of putting up lanterns, making colorful knots, and putting up Spring Festival couplets to remove the old and welcome the new.”
It was a careless remark, but unexpectedly the saint responded with a 'OK', "Let's get rid of the old and welcome the new, and put up Spring Festival couplets, so that the officials can feel how the people outside the palace live."
Shen Nanbao's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, and the saint's laughter seemed to flow through his ears, "I heard before that Emperor Yongle's calligraphy was so good that even the officials praised her after reading it. It’s said that today’s Pei Weng is like this, so it can’t be wasted.”
Shen Nanbao raised his head and met the saint's squinting eyes. The cold white light cut him like a blade, "Let Yongle do the work of the Spring Festival couplets. In this way, the officials will see it." , it is pleasing to the eye, and I can feel your filial piety.”
Filial piety.
I'm afraid that if I haven't felt her filial piety, my fingers will become useless.
Shen Nanbao exited Zhengyang Palace with a sneer on his face.
The sneer fell in the eyes of Emperor Yongcheng, causing her to frown, "I thought you didn't know the saint's intention at first, but now you should know it. Since you know it, why didn't you shirk the blame just now? Can't Cheng Qing wait until then to write Spring Festival couplets and destroy his handwriting?"
Things didn't weigh on her, so naturally she didn't have back pain while standing and talking.
But it was kind-hearted, but it was a bit harsh, so Shen Nanbao smiled helplessly, "Can I shirk the blame?"
Emperor Yongcheng paused for a moment, then nodded solemnly, "That's right, if someone wants to target you, if you put back your edge, you will be targeted..."
"If you can't speak, just shut your mouth tightly."
A sudden shout came from the side, and it was Emperor Yongfu who walked over in a dignified manner, with piercing eyes, like a boning scimitar, and gouged out Emperor Yongcheng.
"On weekdays, how can you say that we are all sisters? You understand me and I understand you. But, my dear, are you allowed to talk nonsense?"
After saying that, he didn't care what Emperor Yongcheng looked like. He turned his eyes and looked at Shen Nanbao, with a cool curl on his cherry red lips.
"Although we are both emperor concubines and have the same father, our mother is different. Zhaoyi, Cairen, Beauty... one by one, the worse the mother is, the worse the son is. Do you understand the truth here?"
Emperor Yongcheng frowned and squirmed as she was about to say something.
On the other side, Emperor Ji Yongning hurriedly held Emperor Ji Yongcheng's hand and said with a smile: "Everyone who understands understands."
Emperor Yongfu touched her lips and without turning her head, she fixed her gaze on Shen Nanbao's face, "If you know how to behave, just be more lawful and disciplined. Our palace is not like those smoky mansions outside. What you say is what I say." You can bend the rules with your mouth. What's more, dad is already worried about the affairs of the China clan, so don't be upset for nothing!"
The fingers under the sleeve moved, and Shen Nanbao said he knew this time.
After hearing this, Emperor Yongfu gave a weak smile, followed the palace road, and walked away with her head held high.
Only then did Yongcheng Diji speak up, "She said it as if no one knew she was Chang Diji..."
"Just say a few words less. Do you really have to have the whip fall on you to know it hurts?"
Emperor Yongning was not angry, and her smile when she looked at Shen Nanbao was a bit forced, "Don't take Yongfu's words to heart, she is used to this."
Emperor Yongshun snorted, "No, you have suffered so much from me, so you pour all the bitterness on our heads. It's just...what a bad temper!"
Shen Nanbao had no intention of gossiping behind their backs, so he said a few perfunctory words and then followed the direction Yongfu Emperor Ji had just taken.
Turning around the palace gate and looking behind him, no one was coming. Shen Nanbao took her skirt and took a detour to Donghua Gate.
Before walking along Cheng Zi Road, his waist tightened, and the world began to spin again. Shen Nanbao turned into the remote hut before and faced Xiao Yichen's face again.
Shen Nanbao touched you and said, "You seem to have lost weight. It's only been a few days since I last saw you, and you've already lost weight."
After the last sincere meeting, the two of them lost the restraints of dogma, and holding hands and touching faces became commonplace for them.
Xiao Yichen smiled and hugged her delicate knuckles with one hand, "It's only a few days. It's only five days. Tossing and turning for five days is not like frying. It fried me dry."
"Glib mouth."
Shen Nanbao's ears turned red and she smiled at him, but only for a moment. She lowered her eyebrows and said, "I'm afraid I won't be so free to see you in the future."
He raised his eyes and saw his gloomy eyebrows, so he quickly said: "It's not someone else, it's a saint. She wants me to write Spring Festival couplets to celebrate the New Year."
Xiao Yichen understood the meaning of this simple sentence, "Will the Spring Festival couplets written by you be posted on every palace door?"
There was a wind blowing outside, shaking the bare branches, and a shadow came in. Shen Nanbao blinked in the shadow, "Although a couplet can only cost a few words, it can't stand up to many people." , I have to stay up many nights to finish writing this.”
Although Xiao Yichen felt sorry for her and was angry, he pursed his lips and said in a cold tone: "Then who's to blame? Who made you write such good handwriting?"
Her handwriting looks very much like Chen Fangyan's.
He had asked about this a long time ago. She didn't say anything at the time, but now she wanted to say something.
Not for anything else.
It was Xiao Yichen who promised her not to hide anything from her.
Then she should not hide it from him.
Shen Nanbao paused and was about to speak, but Xiao Yichen changed the subject himself, "You go back and bring me a copybook, and I'll ask Kun Hong and the others to copy it."
She had seen Kun Hong, a strong man with big arms and round waist. It was okay to ask him to wield a knife and a gun. He grabbed a pen and wrote Spring Festival couplets... wasn't it just like asking him to hold an embroidery needle? It gave him a headache.
Shen Nanbao said: "I'd better ask someone in the palace to copy it for me."
"Aren't you afraid that she will ask you about this?"
When Shen Nanbao choked, he heard him say again sourly: "I've never seen you care about me so much."
