"You are not a slave, you are mine. My people need to be fed and clothed like me. Who dares to question it?" No one dared to question her. After all, everyone knew that the emperor relied heavily on the mother of the imperial concubine. Home.
And Yuehua is savoring these words, her people. Is she someone who has the same weight as Little Master Feng? No, no, what was she thinking? How could she interfere with other mistresses like this?
Back in the palace, An Yiran burned the midnight oil and worked hard at night. After all, her female workers were top-notch. The An family has a talented girl who is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is also a female worker and can dance to a song that is unrivaled in the world. Raised in a martial arts family, he is even more brave, good at riding and shooting, and good at deploying troops. There were rumors that if you marry the legitimate daughter of the An family, no one in the world can compete with her.
As expected, the current Holy Emperor is now in power, and An Jia's support is indispensable.
So building a hand warmer is naturally a piece of cake.
She brought some robes that were no longer fashionable to cut. It was still early for winter to pass, and she planned to sew one for everyone in the palace.
"Yuehua! She woke up Yuehua, who was already drowsy at the side."
"Ah, my dear." She blinked, trying to wake up.
"Have a look. Do you like it?"
Yuehua took the thing in her hand and touched it. It was really excellent wool. There was nothing bad about it in the Pixiang Hall.
"Your Majesty's craftsmanship is naturally excellent! It's late at night, why don't you slave..." An Yiran glared at her, "Why don't you Yuehua help your Majesty change her clothes and rest."
"Okay." She was also sleepy. How could she finish everyone's work in one night, unless she was an octopus.
Although she has been given a special gift and does not have to call herself a slave in the palace, there is a difference between superiority and inferiority, so Yuehua can only sleep by the bedside guarding An Yiran.
"You should sleep too." An Yiran covered herself with the quilt tightly.
"I'll go to bed after the queen falls asleep." She carefully tucked An Yiran into bed, and simply burned incense and burned the stove in the palace every day. It wasn't very cold at all.
An Yiran looked at Yuehua sitting cross-legged on the floor, took a few uncovered quilts from the bed, and moved a couch over.
"You can't do that, my dear!" But who could stop An Yiran from what he wanted to do.
"Go up and try to feel comfortable?"
Yuehua was still hesitating, and An Yiran pretended to help her slip her shoes, "I can't help you! Yuehua does it yourself!" She took off her shoes and put them aside, sat on them and tried them on, and they were indeed much better than the cold floor. .
"Go up and kick your legs!" An Yiran felt her feet were cold, so he stepped up and passed her, getting onto his couch.
She opened the curtain in the middle, as if opening the direct barrier between their master and servant.
Yuehua nestled in the quilt, looking like she was about to cry: "Your Majesty, I really love Yuehua more than Yuehua's parents. I am at home, and only my brother can cover me with the quilt, so woo woo woo."
Another feudal family that favors sons over daughters.
"As the saying goes, one can become a great person only by enduring hardships, so God sent you to me." She wiped her tears for Yuehua, made a passage between their quilts, and held her hand in it. holding her hand.
"Go to bed quickly. You can't think too much as a human being. Thinking too much affects the quality of sleep." She was really sleepy, so she patted Yuehua and fell asleep first.
Yuehua felt that her hand was not warm at all, so she put the filled soup into her bed.
The palace gate is like the sea. If she can meet someone who is really good to her in a place like this, then she will go through fire and water for her.
These were the last words Yuehua thought of before going to bed.
The next day, Yuehua got up early and showed off her hand warmer.
An Yiran was heating the fire in the house, embroidering for the other palace ladies. Finally, they were all embroidered, and she ordered the moonlight to be distributed.
The snow has been getting heavier and heavier recently, so the Queen skipped the daily greetings and just asked her to express her wishes.
The servants of Pixiang Palace gathered together and recalled An Yiran's past actions.
"Actually, she is the eldest lady, but she has a bit of a temper. She actually rewards us more than we are punished."
"My brother was sick and it was the imperial doctor who was hired by my mother-in-law."
"Yes, your Majesty is really good to us."
The palace people responded one after another.
"I won't leave here. Pan Guiren recently wanted to call me to serve, but I immediately rejected her."
"I will also reject Concubine Kang."
"I will also reject Yun Bin."
"I am coming too...."
The slaves who originally planned to go their separate ways chose to stay, and An Yiran proved with practical actions that they were not with the wrong person.
On New Year's Eve, An Yiran asked Yuehua to invite Feng Anran over.
At noon, the whole palace chopped stuffing and made dumplings together, so that there was enough for the whole palace to eat in the evening.
The imperial concubine told them that there was only one copper coin in these dumplings, and whoever ate them would have good luck for the whole year, provided that they could not tell others that they had eaten them.
Feng Anran bit off a dumpling and suddenly winked at An Yiran.
An Yiran looked at her and smiled, making a silent gesture, and then watched her secretly put the copper in her handkerchief, secretly chuckling.
She also saw that everyone in the palace, including Yuehua, secretly hid the copper coins, and shook her head, hoping that this little trick would make them happy.
She slowly and slowly ate the dumplings, one after another. She sighed in a pretentious manner and said, "Oh, it seems that I didn't get it this year. Good luck will go to someone!" She choked a little after eating. Take the dumpling soup and beat it.
The palace people were even more happy when they heard this. They didn't expect that one day they would be able to have dinner with their master and win a good fortune in front of his master.
Feng Anran also followed An Yiran's example when he returned, so the palace people of the two palaces started to compare, which master treated the big guys better, so that the situation became uncontrollable for a while, so the things in the Pixiang Palace, Yao Guang The temple should also have a share.
In the end, the two palaces were in love, and An Yiran asked for an order to let Feng Anran move to the Changsheng Hall of Mixiu Palace next to her.
After all, both of them are in the main position. She has already lived in Fuxin Palace, so Feng Anran can't let Feng Anran settle for second best, otherwise she would be very willing to live with her.
The Emperor is probably very tired from being pestered by the Queen recently, but he still has to pretend to be seen by the civil and military officials and everyone in the harem. Not only the concubines in the harem are staring at him, but the old men in the previous dynasty are also concerned about his harem.
An Yiran is now only focused on improving everyone's favorability. Of course, she sincerely wants to be good to them. Only sincerity can move people. Whether it is sincere or fake, you will know after a test.
The wind and frost gradually subsided, but the weather did not get warmer.
An Yiran and Feng Anran took the palace people to have a snowball fight, but it was not easy to divide them into teams, so they divided themselves into one team from Fuxin Palace and one team from Mixiu Palace.
An Yiran hit Feng Anran on the face with a snowball, causing the flowers to bloom and the snow to slip into her collar.
"Ah ah ah ah! Good on you An Yiran! Beat her!" The two gangs exchanged fire again.
"Your Majesty! There is a new Liang Guiren in Xiangqing Pavilion!" The maid closest to the palace gate came to deliver the message.
"Xuan." An Yiran stood up and moved her dress, but Feng Anran took the opportunity and hit her on the head with a snowball.
An Yiran's bun was so heavy that she didn't notice it for a moment and carried a snowball on her head.
Liang Guiren was in a trance when he saw them laughing and playing wantonly.
"Guiren Liang, did you hear what I said?" An Yiran saw her dazed, so he reminded her and took a look at her skills.
