"When I heard that you were coming to the soup well, I was relaxing in the suburban forest. The dawn was blowing, I was enjoying the clear scenery, and I was gazing at the green cens with the clouds."
The emperor was already exhausted. He always valued his personal appearance and never yawned in front of his ministers. It was not until the Yan Li ceremony was over and the ministers dispersed that he could not help but yawn and shed some tears in front of Mu Shun and others who came close to Huangmen.
It was squeezed out, moistening the dry eyes.
As soon as he came out, the emperor was aroused by the cool air and felt refreshed. He looked around and said, "When did it snow?"
Li Jian stood guard at the door and hurriedly smiled and said, "It's been raining for nearly half an hour."
The snow fell silently, and the surrounding area was silent. The front hall of Weiyang Palace stood quietly in the falling snow. The dark tiles and vermilion railings were all covered with a thin layer of snow. Even the hood of the car that had just parked at the foot of the steps was covered with snow.
All were dyed white.
In the dark night sky, the white snowflakes are particularly conspicuous under the light of torches, and the surroundings are so quiet that you can hear the sound of snow falling.
The emperor stood quietly on the platform in front of the road sleeping hall, silently watching the Weiyang Palace blending into the night before him, its outline reappearing because it was covered with white snow.
"Your Majesty." Xiaohuangmen Mu Shun shuddered slightly, turned around and put a big cloak on the emperor: "It's too cold outside, Your Majesty, please don't stand for too long, be careful of getting cold."
He added: "If the country is still interested, why not go back to the bedroom first and warm yourself by the window while enjoying the snow?"
"No need, it's lonely to enjoy the snow alone in the middle of the night." The emperor came back to his senses and smiled at Mu Shun.
Mu Shun was always good at catering to others, so he then said, "Why don't I go to Chengming House to have a look and call for your majesty's servant, Huangmen Shilang, to come over and chat with your majesty to relieve your boredom?"
This was a good idea. He had suffered from insomnia in the middle of the night, so he ordered Shejian and Pan Xu to talk. By the way, he learned the opinions of the ministers on the edge of the court about whether Cai Yong should be pardoned at that time. Now Shejian
Jian has been worshiped by him as the prefect of Hanyang to assist Zhong Yao in governing Yongzhou; Pan Xu has also been transferred from Shangshu Lang to the Imperial Academy Pushe, managing Imperial Academy affairs and monitoring public opinion for the emperor.
All the ministers he had talked to at night had become important ministers of the imperial court. The emperor was determined to follow the past and recruit a few capable talents from the humble officials, so he casually asked: "Then you first go and ask Chengming Ludu
some……"
He suddenly paused and looked curiously at the food box held by the person next to Mu Shun.
"What's in here?"
There will always be a group of people around the emperor, holding various things in their hands, such as teapots, fans, and even spit kettles, drowning pots and other objects. These people are the closest people to the emperor. From the beginning, even the attendants
They are all used to hold tiger cubs for the emperor.
After a long time, the emperor became familiar with where and who stood around him and what he should hold in his hands. He had never seen anyone holding a food box around him before, and he suddenly became suspicious, so he asked this question.
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Mu Shun was stunned for a moment, then said immediately: "This is the hot soup sent by Fu Guiren. He said it was for His Majesty to relieve his hangover."
The emperor's harem was sparsely staffed, and there were only one queen and two nobles in the huge Yeting. The queen was young, majestic, and quite capable in her rule. The former dynasty also had the chariot general Dong Cheng to help her. No one in the palace dared to underestimate her.
Even the emperor's trusted eunuch Mu Shun respected her. Although Song Guiren was not the queen, she was favored by the emperor from beginning to end, so no one dared to provoke her.
Only Fu Guiren, although her temper is very similar to that of the emperor, is gentle and tolerant towards others. Everyone in the palace respects her, but it is just respect. In terms of favor, she cannot compare to Song Guiren; in terms of power, she cannot compare with her.
Going to Empress Dong, in Weiyang Palace, so what if she has a good temper?
Mu Shun did not like the soft-tempered Fu Gui Ren, and the emperor usually did not do anything out of the ordinary to Fu Gui Ren, so Mu Shun categorically believed that Fu Gui Ren would be like this in the future, so he did not waste any time or energy.
Flattery means to please.
"Fu Shou? She hasn't gone to bed yet?" the emperor asked.
Mu Shun didn't know what the emperor meant by this, so he replied sarcastically: "Wei, this hot soup has only been delivered not long ago, so the noble man must not have gone to bed yet."
"Then let's go to Yuanluan Hall. Since she's not asleep, I'd like to see the snow with her."
Mu Shun was shocked, and hurriedly prepared the carriage for the emperor. He also told a man from Zhonghuangmen to run ahead to tell Fu Guiren, and then he served the emperor to board the carriage, drove out of the road bed, and meandered northward from the palace road.
Yeting Yuanluan Hall.
It was getting very late at this time, and the emperor, who had been tired for a day, was still drunk, so he got off the chengyu at the entrance of the Yuanluan Palace. He had to come down for a walk and let the chengyu follow him. Since he was enthroned in the Zhonggong Palace, he rarely
She was alone with Fu Shou, and now the bowl of hot soup had already warmed her heart even before she drank it. The emperor suddenly missed her very much.
Fu Shou had already received the news and had been waiting in the corridor for a long time. When she saw the emperor walking over, she was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "It's such a cold day, why doesn't your majesty come here in a luan? Why are you cold?"
manage……"
Before he finished speaking, Fu Shou introduced the emperor into the palace. When he first moved the capital to Chang'an, Dong Zhuo plundered money everywhere, embezzled the public and private treasury, and treated the royal family harshly, causing the palace to be so embarrassed that even ordinary palace residents almost lost their clothes.
Have to wear it.
Fortunately, after Dong Zhuo was executed, the imperial court confiscated the mountains of money and silk that Dong Zhuo had accumulated in Xiwu. This not only filled the treasury, but also greatly improved the food and clothing expenses of the nobles of Yeting, such as Fu Shou, in the Song capital.
At this time, they can be considered to have lived a noble life.
The animal furnace in the palace released scorching heat. As soon as the emperor came in, he felt hot all over his body. Fu Shou walked behind the emperor and reached out to take off the emperor's cloak. The cloak was already stained with snow. At this time,
It melts into water immediately upon entering the house.
Fu Shou suddenly felt the coldness of the cloak in his hands and couldn't help but said: "Such a thin cloak? It's cold and wet. How did your majesty endure it?"
The emperor waved his hand to stop her and said: "It was only a few steps away when we came here, and it's actually not that cold."
Fu Shou refused and said, "It's because I'm not careful. I'll sew a thicker cloak for your majesty tomorrow, otherwise it will get colder in the next few days and your majesty's body won't be able to withstand it."
"There is a weaving room in the palace..." The emperor was about to continue, but when he turned around, he saw Fu Shou's face smiling and his eyes showing unabashed expectation. He was moved in his heart and changed his words: "But the weaving room may not have yours."
If you are very handy, I still have to trouble you."
The smile on Fu Shou's face became even brighter, and she was full of tenderness like a spring water breaking through the ice. She responded with a smile: "I'm welcome! The palace has been in trouble for the past two years. Your Majesty, the eldest princess, and Song Du's winter clothes are all
I made it in a hurry. This year, I saw that there was a supply in Shaofu, so I didn't sew it. I didn't expect... I still had to do it."
She seemed to be happy that she had finally found something where she could show her talents and even do something for the emperor.
In the past six months, almost everyone in Yeting had something to do. Empress Dong was busy making the pepper room into the main hall of Yeting that truly suited her empress' style. Song Du was busy practicing music; everyone was busy with their own things, except for
Fushou has no place to live, so he spends his time looking for the capital of Song Dynasty every day.
After dusk, she returned to the Yuanluan Palace, sat by the window and waited, hoping that the emperor would come. She waited until the palace door was locked and night fell, then returned to the dowry to change, and then began to worry.
I don't know how to spend this long night.
The emperor looked at Fu Shou's joyful expression and forgot in his mind that the palace had been in dire need of money in recent years. The palace officials had disrespected the royal family and were corrupt, yet Fu Shou still made clothes for them every year. Thinking of the time when we spent time together during the difficult times, Fu Shou
Seeing him making clothes under the lamp, the emperor's heart felt hot. He wanted to say something, but he stopped: