Spring comes late in the evening, and the trees and plants are as green as grass. Those who are plowing and harvesting in the Cang Geng are picking the Qi Qi Qi.

It was like they were hiding behind the curtains that day, but at this time, the scent of his lavender did not make Song Yuchuo dizzy and disgusted. Mixed with the quiet fragrance of plum blossoms, the two fragrances complemented each other and made people confused.

After a long time, Qi Shao let go of Song Yuchuo's hand and said: "The feeling of resentment in "Plum Blossom Ode" is not as strong as this sentence in "The Book of Songs". Although spring comes belatedly, there will eventually be flowers and trees, and when the orioles sing and the swallows dance, winter has passed."

,Why bother about the falling plum blossoms?"

The text he wrote when he held Song Yuchuo's hand was a little distorted. Song Yuchuo glanced at it with a half-smile, and inadvertently connected it to himself again. Song Yuchuo knew what was on his mind, but he just didn't say it out loud. Song Yuchuo didn't understand why he did this.

?Song Yuchuo thought for a long time. What was he talking about? Song Yuchuo couldn't tell clearly. What was the purpose of writing it? Song Yuchuo was lying in the snow that day and wanted to know, but there are three thousand love threads, how easy is it to cut them?

Song Yuchuo has been suffering from the loss of plum blossoms. Even though the willow trees have sprouted new buds and produced new leaves, they are unwilling to recognize each other when spring is approaching.

Qi Shao took out a dull book from his sleeve and read it to Song Yuchuo, saying: "If you read the joke book with you, you will become ungrateful. Besides, you have a daughter at home, so don't always read literary words."

, "Besides, you have always kept a straight face these days. Song Yuchuo still thinks you look better with a knife hidden in your smile.

Qi Shao's eyes were evasive, and Song Yuchuo was dull and astringent, but he could still understand the strangeness he brought to Song Yuchuo. Qi Shao would always be a mystery in his heart. In his life, there were many stories that fascinated Song Yuchuo.

?How many emotions made Song Yuchuo's heart surge with excitement! However, Song Yuchuo believed that he and Song Yuchuo's historian and medicine girl only stayed at this point.

Song Yuchuo said coldly: "Thank you, sir, but whether Song Yuchuo is beautiful or not has nothing to do with you."

Qi Shao showed a slight embarrassment and said: "The women in the palace all value appearance, and I think the same goes for medicine girls. I won't be presumptuous."

"Adults should have all heard of the diseased plum trees in the Jiangnan area! Song Yuchuo doesn't want to be a diseased plum tree that dies young!" - Mr. Lu's "From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore" This is an era that has been ignored for a long time.

In this era, Song Yuchuo was an extremely ordinary person, but in this era, those who were as casual as Song Yuchuo did not like the extravagance of the palace that wasted away humanity.

Qi Shao's playful smile crept across his face and said: "Be beautiful as long as you are beautiful, don't lose your spirit!"

In addition, Song Yuchuo was even more distressed and said with a wry smile: "And if you see Song Yuchuo's full appearance, the adults may not have the same thoughts as before!" "Who are you?" "Song Yuchuo is Qi Shao!" "Song Yuchuo is Qi Shao!"

I'm your friend!" Song Yuchuo's voice seemed very gentle, but Qi Shaoguan ignored Song Yuchuo and continued to tell his story. Song Yuchuo took off the silk scarf around his neck, even though the scarf was embroidered with dazzling hundreds of discs.

The pattern case will also make Qi Shao's eyes shine because of Song Yuchuo's rouge-colored birthmark.

He seemed to see the dazzling flaws on the beautiful jade, or the breathtaking failures that were carefully concealed in the peerless paintings. He is an artist, but not a painter; he is a writer, but not a writer either.

. He is a philosopher, but not a philosopher. He is a poet, but not a poem. He is a poet. In his eyes, besides the usual compassion, there is more hesitation and unwillingness.

and depression.

Song Yuchuo unintentionally hid it for several months, and it always looked the most beautiful in front of it. Now he tore up the hundred-day satin brocade and looked at it together. Its answer was what Song Yuchuo had expected. Song Yuchuo

It was in his eyes that he saw the good side of Song Yuchuo, but he saw his bad side in Song Yuchuo's eyes. Song Yuchuo's love for him also developed from loving the superficial side to loving the bad side. If he was purely good for Song Yuchuo

superficial appearance. Then he should be completely desperate today, and Song Yuchuo and he should have broken off their relationship.

Song Yuchuo blessed him with a blessing and said: "The palace maid Ayuan of Tianlu Pavilion has recovered. From tomorrow on, Song Yuchuo will no longer need to work for her. My daughter and the master will worship here like this. In the future, we can only pretend that the world is so close."

Before Qi Shao could recover from Fang's shock, Song Yuchuo blocked the birthmark with a silk scarf and hurried out of Xiyuan, but there was a sadness in his heart, like a thousand mountains carrying snow, as heavy as this person.

Later I found out that Qi Shao just fell in love with Song Yuchuo's appearance.

I abandoned Qi Shao in front of the Nei Pharmacy and was blocked by Chen Dian Yao. Chen Dian Yao held a three-layered elm box in my hand and ordered me to bring the warm medicines in the box to Cheng Xi Tang Mo Xuan.

Sister Ning, who has lost the protection of the medicine chief, is ostracized in the palace. She has recently contracted an illness and her status is slightly inferior. In the palace, Song Yuchuo's task is to solve her problems and take care of Sister An's daily life. Chen Dian Yao

She was the person Song Yuchuo knew best. She was the one who pulled Song Yuchuo out of the harem. Who was Chen Dianyao? Chen Dianyao was famous for his ability to adapt to the changing circumstances. He obviously did not give Song Yuchuo any advantage.

Song Yuchuo pretended to be surprised and asked: "Concubines never summon doctors to inquire about their condition. How can there be any internal pharmacy to diagnose the condition?"

"Let you go, how could there be such a big problem?" Chen Dian Yao impatiently pushed Song Yuchuo out and said, "Shi Xuan is a favorite, you must not offend her!"

Mo Zhi pushed Song Yuchuo to the Internal Medicine Bureau and was not on good terms with her. Song Yuchuo and Mo Zhi also had several verbal battles in private. I wonder if she still remembers Song Yuchuo. "Do you still remember Song Yuchuo?" "Remember, remember...

"There was a little shyness and helplessness in her voice, and she seemed to be a little disappointed. Xuan'antang, Yichunyuan, Fanhua Pavilion... what kind of books are they? After going through this, Song Yuchuo became even more impatient with Xue Mozhi. He was obviously ill.

He's still running around here and there, so I guess it's not a big problem, he's just pretending to be coquettish.

When Song Yuchuo came to Yichun Garden, he found that spring had come, and the picture of swallows announcing spring embedded in the cover of the suitcase really came true. The eyes were full of colorful purples and reds, and the willow silk was light? "There are hundreds of flowers in spring and fruits in autumn, and cool breezes in summer and winter."

"No snow." This is a beautiful scene described by Wang Zhihuan, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, in "Poems of Climbing the King's Platform". In March, spring is warm, flowers are blooming, and everything is revived. The gentle breeze is gentle, birds are chirping, and Song Yuchuo is walking on

On the cobblestone path, you walk through a lush bamboo forest, winding through it, and look at the colorful buildings, which are two-story open buildings facing the water, which is the Flower Pavilion.

Sitting in the Fanhua Pavilion was a woman in palace attire, with two palace maids in beige clothes hanging next to her. Song Yuchuo walked up to her and asked softly: "What is your name?" She replied with a slight smile.

He said: "Song Yuchuo's name is Mo Zhifu." Song Yuchuo felt happy in his heart. Who is Mo Zhifu? He put down his suitcase and lowered his head and saluted Mo Zhifu. Mo Zhi smiled in an artificial way: "Isn't that Su Yaonv?

Well! We are really destined to have the same fate!"

But I was thinking in my heart that she and I were not a pair of enemies who never got together.

Xue Mozhi wore a narcissus-colored pleated Ruyi moon skirt, and three pairs of coral and beaded butterfly gold hairpins on her head, which were too bright to be eye-catching, and paired with a pair of cat's eye earrings.

She is not yet the head of the first palace, so according to the convention, she will only use two pairs of silver hairpins at most, but she doesn't care that she will use three pairs of gold hairpins for leapfrogging. This is an outfit that only a concubine can allow. I really don't know what to say.

Her ambitions are not small, or she is ignorant of etiquette, or she is really frightened by the divine favor.

Mo Zhi had a grudge with the Internal Medicine Bureau before. He always felt that the Internal Medicine Bureau looked down on him because of his low status. Now that he has become the master, he will inevitably take revenge on everyone in the Internal Medicine Bureau. Anyone who delivers medicine will be insulted by him.

She waved her sleeves deliberately and widely, as if she wanted Song Yuchuo to see the gorgeous Suzhou embroidered peonies in her sleeves, but Song Yuchuo just felt disgusted.

Song Yuchuo took out the shallow bowl of flowers with blue background and pastel colors from the suitcase, and offered it to the maids. The maids offered it to Mo Xuan. The calmness in Song Yuchuo's eyes seemed like Mo Xuan, who loved to show off.

The waiters felt quite uninterested.

Waiter Mo Xuan just touched the wall of the bowl with his hand but drank the wine calmly. Suddenly his expression changed and he scolded Song Yuchuo sternly: "How can Song Yuchuo drink such a cold medicine? Is this how your internal pharmacy operates?"

Song Yuchuo was startled by her at first, but soon regained his composure and explained: "Originally, the standard for the medicine to be hot was to send it to Xuan'an Hall, but now it is common sense to send it to Fanhua Pavilion for cooling. Song Yuchuo took it slightly warm and waited for it.

Can."

"Pa" was a sharp slap, and then it was clear that it was the maid next to Mo Xuanshi, but she saw her holding her head high and warning: "Why can't you treat yourself as a slave in front of Mo Xuanshi? Such bad rules!"

Song Yuchuo has always been unwilling to claim that slaves have reduced his status. This is the case in the inner pharmacy and everyone is used to it. As for those female slaves, they are the people whom Song Yuchuo hates the most in his life. When they were selected as attendants in the palace, Song Yuchuo

He scolded them and said, "What do you call that?" "You call that a slave! And now Song Yuchuo is asking Song Yuchuo to degrade Mo Zhi and other women as slaves. Song Yuchuo really doesn't want to, but he thinks of what Shangguan Jieyu said in the past.

, feeling the emotion, Song Yuchuo had no choice but to bear it, and said: "The servant spoke freely and apologized to the selected servant. But now the emperor is merciful and kind, and all the fierce women in the palace have been driven out and killed. After deposing the Zhang family, she is a

For example, I hope Mo Xuanshi can respect himself."

Nowadays, the biological mother's status is low, so she is the least allowed to see her concubine beating and scolding the palace maid. No matter how favoring the Xue family is, she may not be able to tolerate her willfulness.

Waiter Mo Xuan was appreciating the profound meaning of Song Yuchuo's words. Song Yuchuo felt slightly blessed, turned around and left with the suitcase in hand.

There were many small kitchens in the palace. Song Yuchuo borrowed a kitchen near Yanhetang and soon brought medicine to Mo Xuan.

Mrs. Xue raised the bowl to her lips, and Song Yuchuo breathed in slightly, but suddenly he saw the corners of her mouth raised, and raised her hand to pour the concoction on Song Yuchuo's face. The bowl also fell to the ground, and Mo Xuan poked Song Yuchuo with his finger.

Between his eyebrows, he said: "What are you thinking about? How dare you bring such a hot medicine!"


Chapter completed!