That night, Bi Lingyuan finished eating the roasted potato and returned to the Ganqing Palace. Lu Hanrui had just returned to the Cining Palace from Shenxingsi. She looked very tired.
After dinner, I started to doze again. Bi Lingyuan resisted the urge to crush her, and took her back into the house, tucked the corner of the quilt, and then turned it out.
Lu Hanrui did not sleep on the first night of the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month. He beat a large basket of red dates one by one in the kitchen, threw them into the water and soaked them out of the soup. In the middle of the night, poured the soaked rice, ginkgo, walnuts, raisins, and chestnuts into the red date soup and boiled them together.
The others were not sleeping, the Chinese New Year was coming soon, the emperor had a letter, and the Tongzhengsi did not report any matters. Don’t talk about whether it was the Forbidden City or the city, they were all busy happily.
The old is about to pass, the new is coming
With such aspirations and excitement, everyone is no longer sleepy. Those who make Laba porridge, steam buns, cut window flowers to make peach talismans, and clumsy eunuchs also climb high and low in each palace and courtyard, sweep away the snow and fallen leaves on the eaves.
Bi Lingyuan wanted to write a lot of words "Fu" in the study of the Xihun Pavilion in the Ganqing Palace, and all palaces and courtyards had to reward them. If any palace missed it, he would have to be chanted openly and secretly for a whole year.
He often feels that women in the harem are extremely boring, and even the word "Fu" can cause many problems.
The word "Fu" given to me by the emperor is much bigger than yours!
My concubine’s word “Fu” is the most elegant and elegant!
The emperor’s word “Fu” was first sent to the concubine’s palace, or was it delivered by Eunuch Wu himself!
……
Every year, there are many fights over the word "Fu", which was what Wu Yong heard when he went to send words one by one. The more recent the days are, the more reunion and lively it is. Bi Lingyuan's head hurts, and he can't even hold the pen to write "Fu"
But if you don't write it, the wind will become more noisy again
So the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month of the Ganqing Palace was the most waiting time for the Forbidden City. Bi Lingyuan wrote it together, rolled it up, put it in a unified wooden box, and handed it to these palace servants.
Wu Yong stared at it seriously, no one should be slow, and it must be delivered to the palace masters at the same time.
After writing the word "Fu", he stretched and lay down on the couch to rest happily.
Lu Hanrui cooked the porridge early, first served the Empress Dowager to sacrifice to the gods with Laba porridge, and then put the porridge in bowls and handed it over to other palace maids to other palaces.
Lu Hanrui has been making porridge that has been dissatisfied with her eyes since last night, and sacrificed herself to the gods in the morning. Even though she has long been used to being so tired, she still has a faint blue color now.
While drinking Laba porridge, the empress dowager quietly looked at her. She quietly took out a sachet, lowered her eyes and touched the embroidered face, smiled and stuffed it back into her sleeve.
It's so old that I'm about to bloom. Every frown and smile makes people feel particularly beautiful. The Queen Mother sighed in her heart. The sachet is made of kesi and the materials are exquisite. You can tell at a glance that it is the Anshen sachet that the emperor has worn on his waist all year round.
Thinking that he was going to Wanshou Garden tomorrow, the Empress Dowager thought about it, called Lu Hanrui, and said to her: You go to the Ganqing Palace to send Laba porridge to the emperor
Lu Hanrui was a little surprised. The Queen Mother actually let her go. She pinched her cuffs, replied softly, and then took out the food box.
The Forbidden City on the 28th day of the 12th lunar month is really lively. Lu Hanrui walks next to the wall and looks happily. The snow everywhere has been swept away. The palace people who used to be cautious in their words and actions met on the road these days, and they bowed to each other, exchanged a few greetings, and made a happy mood.
After entering the Ganqing Palace, even Wanyu and Wenmo were complimenting each other:
Happy New Year to Sister Wenmo, and in the new year, my sister is one year older! May my sister be as beautiful as a flower and her face remain unchanged
It’s true that I’m one year older than I am. I’m not like Sister Wanyu. I’m afraid I can’t get through the hurdle of the next year, and I’m sixteen years old!
Sister Wenmo, why do you curse me?
My sister is wrong. Come and show you the word "Fu" given me by the emperor... don't you?
Wen Mo unfolded the golden dragon-patterned rice paper, glanced at her and closed it, raised her head and smiled: This is the emperor's imperial pen, only the empress dowager and concubines in the harem
Seeing that the two of them were fighting in full swing, Lu Hanrui lowered her head and pursed her lips, and quietly walked around from the side.
Wu Yong was inspecting everywhere, and looked up and saw the little girl who was restless. He hurriedly called out and led her to the study in Xihun Pavilion.
The Emperor, the Empress Dowager has sent someone to deliver Laba porridge to you!
Wu Yong shouted happily as soon as he stepped into the study. Bi Lingyuan was too lazy to scold him. He lay on the couch and closed his eyes and said lazily: Let it go, remember to thank me for me.
Lu Hanrui looked at his bored look, pursed her lips and smiled slightly, and put the food box on the table: I know, I wish the emperor a blessing and peace
After dinner, I started to doze again. Bi Lingyuan resisted the urge to crush her, and took her back into the house, tucked the corner of the quilt, and then turned it out.
Lu Hanrui did not sleep on the first night of the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month. He beat a large basket of red dates one by one in the kitchen, threw them into the water and soaked them out of the soup. In the middle of the night, poured the soaked rice, ginkgo, walnuts, raisins, and chestnuts into the red date soup and boiled them together.
The others were not sleeping, the Chinese New Year was coming soon, the emperor had a letter, and the Tongzhengsi did not report any matters. Don’t talk about whether it was the Forbidden City or the city, they were all busy happily.
The old is about to pass, the new is coming
With such aspirations and excitement, everyone is no longer sleepy. Those who make Laba porridge, steam buns, cut window flowers to make peach talismans, and clumsy eunuchs also climb high and low in each palace and courtyard, sweep away the snow and fallen leaves on the eaves.
Bi Lingyuan wanted to write a lot of words "Fu" in the study of the Xihun Pavilion in the Ganqing Palace, and all palaces and courtyards had to reward them. If any palace missed it, he would have to be chanted openly and secretly for a whole year.
He often feels that women in the harem are extremely boring, and even the word "Fu" can cause many problems.
The word "Fu" given to me by the emperor is much bigger than yours!
My concubine’s word “Fu” is the most elegant and elegant!
The emperor’s word “Fu” was first sent to the concubine’s palace, or was it delivered by Eunuch Wu himself!
……
Every year, there are many fights over the word "Fu", which was what Wu Yong heard when he went to send words one by one. The more recent the days are, the more reunion and lively it is. Bi Lingyuan's head hurts, and he can't even hold the pen to write "Fu"
But if you don't write it, the wind will become more noisy again
So the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month of the Ganqing Palace was the most waiting time for the Forbidden City. Bi Lingyuan wrote it together, rolled it up, put it in a unified wooden box, and handed it to these palace servants.
Wu Yong stared at it seriously, no one should be slow, and it must be delivered to the palace masters at the same time.
After writing the word "Fu", he stretched and lay down on the couch to rest happily.
Lu Hanrui cooked the porridge early, first served the Empress Dowager to sacrifice to the gods with Laba porridge, and then put the porridge in bowls and handed it over to other palace maids to other palaces.
Lu Hanrui has been making porridge that has been dissatisfied with her eyes since last night, and sacrificed herself to the gods in the morning. Even though she has long been used to being so tired, she still has a faint blue color now.
While drinking Laba porridge, the empress dowager quietly looked at her. She quietly took out a sachet, lowered her eyes and touched the embroidered face, smiled and stuffed it back into her sleeve.
It's so old that I'm about to bloom. Every frown and smile makes people feel particularly beautiful. The Queen Mother sighed in her heart. The sachet is made of kesi and the materials are exquisite. You can tell at a glance that it is the Anshen sachet that the emperor has worn on his waist all year round.
Thinking that he was going to Wanshou Garden tomorrow, the Empress Dowager thought about it, called Lu Hanrui, and said to her: You go to the Ganqing Palace to send Laba porridge to the emperor
Lu Hanrui was a little surprised. The Queen Mother actually let her go. She pinched her cuffs, replied softly, and then took out the food box.
The Forbidden City on the 28th day of the 12th lunar month is really lively. Lu Hanrui walks next to the wall and looks happily. The snow everywhere has been swept away. The palace people who used to be cautious in their words and actions met on the road these days, and they bowed to each other, exchanged a few greetings, and made a happy mood.
After entering the Ganqing Palace, even Wanyu and Wenmo were complimenting each other:
Happy New Year to Sister Wenmo, and in the new year, my sister is one year older! May my sister be as beautiful as a flower and her face remain unchanged
It’s true that I’m one year older than I am. I’m not like Sister Wanyu. I’m afraid I can’t get through the hurdle of the next year, and I’m sixteen years old!
Sister Wenmo, why do you curse me?
My sister is wrong. Come and show you the word "Fu" given me by the emperor... don't you?
Wen Mo unfolded the golden dragon-patterned rice paper, glanced at her and closed it, raised her head and smiled: This is the emperor's imperial pen, only the empress dowager and concubines in the harem
Seeing that the two of them were fighting in full swing, Lu Hanrui lowered her head and pursed her lips, and quietly walked around from the side.
Wu Yong was inspecting everywhere, and looked up and saw the little girl who was restless. He hurriedly called out and led her to the study in Xihun Pavilion.
The Emperor, the Empress Dowager has sent someone to deliver Laba porridge to you!
Wu Yong shouted happily as soon as he stepped into the study. Bi Lingyuan was too lazy to scold him. He lay on the couch and closed his eyes and said lazily: Let it go, remember to thank me for me.
Lu Hanrui looked at his bored look, pursed her lips and smiled slightly, and put the food box on the table: I know, I wish the emperor a blessing and peace
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