Zhan Changfeng was seriously ill, but got better during the plum blossom blooming days. The old emperor was afraid that her body would not be able to bear it, so he temporarily stopped her homework and let her have a good rest.
In the past, out of the twelve hours a day, she had eight hours of idle time, either going to court with the old emperor to approve memorials or doing homework and asking for advice from gentlemen.
Suddenly, she didn't know what to do.
The steward looked at his nose and heart, hoping that the little ancestor could stay peacefully in his dormitory. The disease was just right. If he went out to get some wind and relapsed again, he might not be able to chop off ten heads.
At the right time, the maid came in. She was white and tender, holding a long-necked celadon vase with a blooming red plum inserted sideways.
Zhan Changfeng asked, "Are all the flowers in the plum garden blooming?"
The steward could only ask the palace servants to prepare a soft sedan, and emphasized that it should be airtight.
Wrapping herself up in a thick and gorgeous silver fox cloak, she took over the hand stove. Zhan Changfeng walked out slowly and stepped onto the soft sedan chair. The ubiquitous sandalwood scent made her feel a little bored. She slightly opened some curtains, causing the steward to yell. .
Ah.
The curtain was covered tightly again.
During her illness, the old emperor summoned monks and Taoists to chant sutras and perform rituals. The sandalwood that is said to refresh the mind and ward off evil and ghosts was left over from that time.
It's just that Zhan Changfeng has a cleanliness syndrome. Not to mention how strict the cleanliness requirements are in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, even the smell in the air makes her feel uncomfortable, but fortunately it's not to the point of being hopeless, so she can endure it You can still bear it, but your temper will become bad.
When she arrived at the Plum Garden, the cold winter wind blew and she felt much more relaxed.
Looking around, the white snow and red plum blossoms for ten miles are like ice and fire, dazzling, noble and heart-burning.
"Your Highness, look at this scenery of proud snow and cold plum blossoms, how beautiful it is." The steward opened a bunch of branches leaning on the white stone path, and the snow-covered flower bones trembled twice and bloomed.
This unexpected and novel moment put Zhan Changfeng in a good mood, "You can stay and walk around with me while the others wait outside."
"Yes." The guard and maid bowed and left.
The steward thought that his words had pleased His Highness the Crown Prince, so he went to great lengths to organize gorgeous words to weave the scenery into a beautiful article.
Fortunately, the manager's words were suitable for the situation, so Zhan Changfeng let him go.
Zhan Changfeng picked up a plum blossom from the ground and played with it. He listened and looked at it. His eyes went over to the fiery colors in the distance and disappeared into the white sky. There were mountains there.
It's still there.
The long wind calmed down again, and all kinds of scenery could not enter her eyes.
"Your Highness, there is a pavilion there, why not go and have a rest?" The steward observed the situation and promptly suggested.
The pavilion is deep in the plum garden, hidden among the white snow and red plum trees.
At that time, the pavilion was hung with curtains, the stove was lit with smoke, and one or two eight girls were sitting in it, embroidering plum blossoms.
The manager hesitated, feeling secretly annoyed that the place should be cleared.
Zhan Changfeng didn't care much and walked in.
This girl must have been here for a long time, and a Boshan stove has warmed the pavilion.
The girl had an oval face and willow-leaf eyebrows. There was a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, which was as burning as fire. She asked innocently, "Child, which family are you from? Hey, it's cold outside. Come in and sit down."
The manager's eyes widened and he almost yelled out his bold words.
Zhan Changfeng was also speechless, but when he saw her cheerful expression and clear eyes, which didn't seem to be fake, he didn't take it to heart. He waved his hand to the manager and sat on the stone bench.
"embroidered?"
"Well, today the red plum blossoms are stained with snow, and the sky is clear for the first time. It's beautiful."
The girl nodded slightly and looked at Merlin outside, unable to hide the smile in her eyes, "It's so beautiful, I've never seen it before."
She was beautiful and beautiful, and even Zhan Changfeng felt that the surrounding scenery was a bit brighter.
The palace servants brought tea and snacks and arranged them one by one. The girl looked at them curiously and quietly lowered her head to embroider, just like the innocent and quiet beauty in the misty land of the south of the Yangtze River.
In the long wind, I saw needles and threads flying back and forth, and buds blooming on the tall branches, which felt magical in my heart.
She had never learned how to be a female worker. She only heard from the concubines in the harem that this was a necessary skill for women. If you don’t learn from female workers, you are not considered a woman.
The concubines in the harem are getting older, and they have given up their half-life desire to compete for beauty, and choose a quiet and comfortable place to gather together, chatting, embroidering flowers, and enjoying themselves.
Sometimes she would rush to the study to go to court, and she would catch a glimpse of these concubines on the willow bank, on the waterside pavilion, or on the corridor, focused and peaceful, as if they had embroidered their whole lives into silk and gold.
"Not bad, let me try?"
Hi, the final tone was soft, the rare questioning tone made the manager's eyelids jump.
The girl covered her mouth and smiled, "This is very difficult. What can you learn from a boy?"
She lightly brushed the plum blossom in Zhan Changfeng's hand and said, "You careless person, look at your flower with missing petals."
"It's inherently broken."
Girl: "Then why did you pick it?"
"It's just picked up," Zhan Changfeng's eyes showed a certain cruelty, "If it falls apart, it will turn into mud. That's how it should be."
She repeated, "Try it on me."
The majesty of the heavenly family cannot be denied.
The girl, Na Na, became reserved at this moment, as if the person opposite her was not a young child.
He handed her the unfinished embroidery cloth with needles and pointed out two simple stitches.
She wanted to emphasize it again, but the needle had already started to move. The child's expression was calm but solemn, and his hands were accurate and realistic.
Zhan Changfeng has an amazing learning ability, and he saw through the girl's technique when he watched her embroidery.
A plum blossom falls off its branch, and its petals float away in the wind.
Lifelike.
The girl praised, "That's great. Is this really your first time doing embroidery?"
"Luzhen is the best." Zhan Changfeng put down the embroidery cloth and took a sip of tea.
The girl ignored her self-promotion and said excitedly, "I will teach you how to embroider other things, and you will definitely become a master."
Zhan Changfeng seemed surprised or speechless. He shook his head and turned to leave. It was more challenging to criticize the memorial.
Away from the pavilion, the steward bowed and said, "That girl is the new Zhao family who has entered the palace."
"Zhao from Linshui County?"
"yes."
"It's difficult for the emperor's grandfather to rely on marriage to win over Zhao Jiajun despite his old age."
She tightened her cloak tightly, and the soft and warm fur collar touched her face, making her feel slightly itchy.
The manager followed behind with a slumped face, not daring to say that she was the wife prepared for you.
Zhan Changfeng was worried about the war in the three southern states, and he no longer wanted to enjoy the garden, so he went to Jinglun Hall instead.
In the Jinglun Hall, the emperor's study room, the old emperor was discussing the war with several military ministers.
The foundation of the Yin Dynasty had been rotten, and the people complained a lot. In addition, the weather was cold, and various places were caught in the cold wave, freezing to death and starving to death.
God forces me to rebel, I have to!
The rebels raised various banners, burned, killed, looted, and occupied cities and territories. The princes outside the fifth server also made plans to make the imperial capital. The world of Yi family is in danger.
What's ridiculous is that among the civil servants and generals of the Manchu Dynasty, the last person to go out to quell the chaos was the current empress—Yi Chang.
After all, she was young and lacked knowledge, so she only listened quietly to the discussion between the old emperor and the ministers.
You Cheng said, "The war in the south is almost over, and now that the Zhao army is guarding it, it's time for Her Royal Highness Di Ji to return to the capital."
The others echoed.
The old emperor pondered for a few times and issued an edict to recall Yi Shang who was stationed in the three southern states.
When only the old emperor and Zhan Changfeng were left in the Jinglun Hall, she said, "The stability of the three southern states is due to the reputation of the emperor's aunt who has been killed for many years. Once she leaves, trouble may arise."
The old emperor shook his head, "You are still immature and don't understand the truth behind this."
"Please give me some advice, grandpa." Zhan Changfeng asked with an open mind.
The old emperor stroked his beard and said, "You also said that the stability of the three southern states depends on your imperial aunt. I'm afraid that they will only recognize your imperial aunt."
"Her credit is too high, it's not good."
Zhan Changfeng now knew that it was not You Cheng who wanted the emperor's aunt to come back, but the emperor's grandfather who wanted her to come back.
The prince lowered his eyes and asked again, "Are you still afraid that the emperor's great achievements will shock the Lord?"
Since ancient times, the reason why emperors have been afraid that their ministers' achievements will shock the emperor is naturally because they are afraid of being rebelled.
The old emperor used this daughter as a sharp edge, partly because of her strong ability and partly because of her daughter status.
The daughter was destined not to become an emperor, so the old emperor safely handed over the army to conquer the south to her.
But this daughter did so well that the people only heard about Yi Chang, the general who conquered the south, but did not know the emperor in the temple. The old emperor was afraid that she would suddenly wear a yellow robe and turn around to attack the palace.
Zhan Changfeng understood the look in his eyes and said bluntly, "If the emperor's aunt can save the world, why not give her the throne."
The old emperor, who had always been kind to her, sternly scolded her, "Nonsense, how can a woman be the emperor? Where will this put the ancestral family law!"
