Gilt silk thread was only used for the royal palace. It was different from ordinary golden embroidery thread. It was produced in Gusu. If you use it to embroider clothes, it will have the miraculous effect of being radiant and bright as an alien star, which is very rare.
None of the concubines in the palace liked female silk threads. Only the Shangyi Bureau and Concubine Chen's Department had all kinds of precious silk threads.
Gusu had not prepared tributes this year, and the few gold threads left in the Shangyi Bureau were also obtained by Sui Yu and thrown out of the palace. If he wanted to borrow them, he had no choice but to go to Yuxiu Palace.
Zhu Scarlett expressed a little regret and stretched casually:
"My aunt has indeed given birth to a pair of wonderful hands. It's just that it's getting late, so I can't disturb the concubine. I haven't visited her for a long time. Tomorrow, I will go to Yuxiu Palace in person to ask for some gold threads from her."
Aunt Zhong only thinks that she and Yan Xiu have a deep relationship, and a small sachet is worth her visiting and humbly asking for advice. It was fun to watch young people fall in love. I couldn't help but feel happy, and I waited for Scarlett to wash up and go to bed.
Early the next morning, Zhu Sijia went to Tai Chi Palace to have dinner with Yan Xiu.
He was used to sleeping up and down at night, and since the onset of the disease, he had been tortured by the headache and could barely sleep well.
But once I open my eyes during the day, the pain in my head will only become clearer. It is better to drink a soothing soup to catch up on my sleep, which can not only avoid the pain, but also make up for all the sleep I did not get enough before.
Zhu Sijia fed Yan Xiu some soothing soup, coaxed him to sleep, and walked out of the dormitory softly.
Dr. Liu, who had the most outstanding medical skills, had been waiting in the main hall for a long time. When he saw Zhu Sijia coming out, he quickly stepped forward and kowtowed to apologize:
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my incompetence."
Zhu Sijia: "Why did Mr. Liu say this?"
Imperial Physician Liu burst into tears: "I see that your majesty's illness has improved on the surface, but his pulse condition is really... If this continues, your majesty will probably run out of oil."
Zhu Sijia burst into tears: "Has Mr. Liu ever encountered this kind of disease before?"
Imperial Physician Liu: "I have little knowledge and have never seen it in any ancient medical books."
Unexpectedly, the efficacy of this medicine could be concealed from even Dr. Liu.
According to Suiyu, Yanxuelou had only used this medicine on a few civil servants before, and the dosage was light, so their symptoms were not worth mentioning compared to those of Yan Xiu and the Queen Mother.
And how can the palace doctor know what is going on inside the Snow Tower? If Imperial Physician Liu and others had seen the power of this medicine, they would not have concluded that it was a sudden illness.
After tossing Yan Xiu for seven days and making everyone else lose weight, Zhu Scarlett couldn't bear it. If she drugged him again, he would really become a fool in the future.
I wish Scarlett would never dare to do such an immoral thing.
Zhu Sijia cried while walking towards Yuxiu Palace without forgetting business. When passing Changle Palace, Suiyu was scheduled to follow her and walk together.
When they arrived at Yuxiu Palace, Suiyu took the initiative to stand outside the main palace door.
Concubine Chen greeted her cordially as always: "How come Zhaoyi has time to come here today?"
Ever since Zhu Sijia finished embroidering Yan Xiu's pajamas for her birthday, I haven't been to her place for a long time.
Concubine Chen raised her eyes to look at her, and saw that Zhu Sijia was wearing a bamboo green soft smoke embroidered Luo Shu embroidered tunic with branches and flowers, and a conch green ankle-length cloak with a mink fur collar. Different shades of green, well-organized, supplemented by various petal ornaments on her clothes and hair, and green temples, add a touch of agility to this gorgeous face.
The oncoming spring brings joy to people's hearts. Spring has not yet arrived in the Qin Dynasty, but she, a wonderful person, has already worn the spring scenery on her body in advance. Her overly gorgeous and charming look no longer an eyesore. .
The more Mrs. Chen looked at it, the more she fell in love with it, and she even regretted letting go of such a good daughter-in-law.
Even if Yan Xing doesn't like her, based on her face and housekeeping skills, the favor she receives after entering Prince Yi's Mansion will never be less than what it is now.
It’s just that Scarlett’s face and figure are so beautiful, but there’s a bit of mist-like red in her bright eyes, thinking about the recent events in the palace——
Concubine Chen took the initiative and asked, "Did Zhaoyi cry for His Majesty's worries?"
Zhu Sijia spoke with a crying tone, and tears almost came out of her eyes: "I am useless, I have made the princess laugh."
As she spoke, she observed Yuxiu Gong coldly.
Since the death of the late emperor, Yuxiu Palace has been almost the same as a cold palace. Although it has improved slightly after the Queen Mother's death, she is still living under Yan Xiu's nose. Concubine Chen can only maintain the appearance of not caring about glitz.
Except for Aunt Hou, who has been serving Concubine Chen, there are not many remaining maids and eunuchs, and they were all brought into her palace by the Queen Mother in the past.
Concubine Chen was not happy, so she only sent them to take care of the daily cleaning. Aunt Hou took over the rest of the personal matters. The palace could only be said to be quiet.
Quietness is a good thing.
It can be said that Mrs. Chen was extremely wary of the Empress Dowager. Even the small things like serving tea and pouring water were always ordered by Aunt Hou to do it herself.
Zhu Sijia looked at Aunt Hou who had retreated to prepare tea. She held her handkerchief and poured out all the bitterness she had experienced during this time in front of Yan Xiu's bed to Concubine Chen. She was acting like a little girl acting coquettishly to her mother.
Concubine Chen hurriedly comforted her: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, your Majesty has always been healthy and will be fine."
But she was secretly happy in her heart. If Yan Xiuzhen died young and had no heirs, it was not certain who would own the country. Her son would still have the support of the Chen family.
Zhu Sijia sat with her for a long time, pretending to be in love, while Aunt Hou was waiting on her side. It was almost noon before she revealed the purpose of her trip:
"My dearest concubine, do you have any remaining gilt silk thread in your palace? I would like to borrow some to embroider a sachet for Your Majesty. Aunt Zhong in the concubine's palace said that the butterfly powder on the butterfly wings should be embroidered with this thread. That’s beautiful.”
Concubine Chen was modifying her embroidery pattern, using Zhu Scarlett's technique. If the fine thread fell into her hands, it would be a waste, but when she heard this, she still called Aunt Hou:
"Go to the warehouse and bring up all kinds of silk threads."
Just as Aunt Hou was about to withdraw, Zhu Sijia's stomach made several noises. Concubine Chen looked at her belly and joked:
"Just now I heard Zhaoyi's stomach growling with hunger, and now it's even worse. Could it be that you haven't had breakfast yet?"
Zhu Sijia said shyly: "Your Majesty is sick from overwork and is unconscious most of the time. How can I think of eating it?"
Is the disease so serious?
Concubine Chen frowned: "If Zhaoyi doesn't mind, you can have dinner in Laoshen Palace."
Congratulations to Scarlett: "Okay, thank you, Princess Toffee."
Aunt Hou changed her route and went to inform the kitchen first, and then went to the warehouse to get the thread.
Zhu Sijia lowered her head, blocking Mrs. Chen's sight, and continued talking to her about sewing. Taking advantage of this gap, Broken Yu quickly got into the warehouse.
But in the blink of an eye, Broken Jade stood outside the hall again.
Aunt Hou slowed him down a step and entered the hall carrying a small box: "Qi Zhaoyi and Princess Taifei, the thread is here."
Mrs. Chen: "Well, open the box."
Aunt Hou did as she was told.
This was not the first time that Zhu Sijia admired her box. She had also gone into the warehouse of Yuxiu Palace to see it once. Every time she saw Mrs. Chen’s colorful threads, she pretended to like them, and this time was no exception. She was half squatting She went to check with Aunt Hou.
"Oops." Zhu Sijia's fingertips hurt, and blood dropped out, "I seem to have been pricked by a needle."
