Chapter 156
As Chongyang is coming, there will be an endless stream of people coming to CI Ning palace to give gifts to the Empress Dowager. After such a long time, it is finally quiet.
"Yes, twenty-one more than last year. Zhao's family alone sent eight gifts, each of which is a good treasure." Biqiao hurried, paused and said with a smile, "but the gift of Zhao's family is strange. He sent four gifts early in the morning. When Zhao Changrong left the palace, Zhao's family sent four gifts to return It's the first time I've seen a slave in two parts. "
"Zhao Changrong has an eye to see her, but it's a pity that he has such a disheartened sister as Zhao Guifei. His heart is really strong," the Empress Dowager said slowly, pausing, and suddenly asked Biqiao, "what's the gift from an family?"
"Yes, Mrs. an, the Minister of rites, the son of an and the family of Shang Da, went to the palace to give gifts in person. She gave a gilded bronze statue of the Bodhisattva. It was very delicate," said Biqiao, adding, "and xiao'an, who gave the Empress Dowager a pair of sachets embroidered by her own hands. She said that they added spices to the sachets to help the Empress Dowager rest."
"Take the sachet to the mourner." The queen mother said softly.
"Yes," said Biqiao, who was too busy to find the sachets, and presented them to the Empress Dowager. "Please have a look at them."
The Empress Dowager looked at the two sachets embroidered with forget worry grass on the top of the tray. The workmanship was not outstanding, and the embroidery was only medium-sized, but it was also pointed out among the noble girls of the aristocratic family. The Empress Dowager was obviously satisfied, and nodded softly: "the craftsmanship is good."
"The maidservant also thinks that xiao'an's craftsmanship is good," said Biqiao with a smile. "And xiao'an's intention is to embroider peony and Phoenix for the lady next to her. This xiao'an embroiders forget worry grass, but her mind is unique."
The Empress Dowager didn't speak, but she reached out my hand and touched the soft and gentle worry forgetting grass on the sachet, nodded for a while: "OK, take it down."
"Yes." Bijo bowed down with the tray.
Jiasheng, September 18, 2002
ningguta.
It was completely cold. When he got up early, there was a thin layer of ice in the wood basin. Ah Chou bared a bucket of water from the well and quickly carried it into the room.
"Zhong Mingwei, it's frozen outside!" Ah Chou rubbed his hands and said to Zhong Mingwei, "look, it will snow in a few days."
"Is there enough food at home?" Zhong Mingwei is a little worried.
"That's enough. Didn't you come back from the market the day before yesterday?" A Chou was so busy that he nodded. He washed Zhong Mingwei's face with cold water in the basin and threw a hot pad over Zhong Mingwei's face. "I'll learn to pickle the cabbage with grandma Chen in a few days. There are enough Chinese cabbage for us to eat for a while."
"I can wash myself..." Rao said so on his mouth, but Zhong Mingwei didn't reach for the pad either. Ah Chou rubbed his face for a while. He was not lazy, but he liked ah Chou to wash his face. Hot pad wrapped the girl's hands around his face and rubbed them round and round. It's a beautiful feeling.
"You can't wash it well," said ah Chou, who despised Baba tunnel, and wiped Zhong Mingwei's ears from his chin with a pad. Zhong Mingwei was so clean that she was better than Zhong Mingwei. She did things carefully. Every time she washed Zhong Mingwei's face, her face, neck, ears and back of her head would be wiped once. As a result, ah Chou was not satisfied when he rubbed them behind his ears. "Zhong Mingwei, you hid them again It's gray. It's a layer behind the ears. "
"Let me see. Isn't it just for washing and wiping..." Zhong Mingwei didn't believe it.
"You see," ah Chou put the pad in front of Zhong Mingwei. On the white pad, if there were some small ashes, ah Chou was very disgusted. "See?"
At that moment, Zhong Mingwei was not at ease. He scratched his head and groaned: "there must be a lot of dust in this room, otherwise I would not have so much dust..."
"Yes, twenty-one more than last year. Zhao's family alone sent eight gifts, each of which is a good treasure." Biqiao hurried, paused and said with a smile, "but the gift of Zhao's family is strange. He sent four gifts early in the morning. When Zhao Changrong left the palace, Zhao's family sent four gifts to return It's the first time I've seen a slave in two parts. "
"Zhao Changrong has an eye to see her, but it's a pity that he has such a disheartened sister as Zhao Guifei. His heart is really strong," the Empress Dowager said slowly, pausing, and suddenly asked Biqiao, "what's the gift from an family?"
"Yes, Mrs. an, the Minister of rites, the son of an and the family of Shang Da, went to the palace to give gifts in person. She gave a gilded bronze statue of the Bodhisattva. It was very delicate," said Biqiao, adding, "and xiao'an, who gave the Empress Dowager a pair of sachets embroidered by her own hands. She said that they added spices to the sachets to help the Empress Dowager rest."
"Take the sachet to the mourner." The queen mother said softly.
"Yes," said Biqiao, who was too busy to find the sachets, and presented them to the Empress Dowager. "Please have a look at them."
The Empress Dowager looked at the two sachets embroidered with forget worry grass on the top of the tray. The workmanship was not outstanding, and the embroidery was only medium-sized, but it was also pointed out among the noble girls of the aristocratic family. The Empress Dowager was obviously satisfied, and nodded softly: "the craftsmanship is good."
"The maidservant also thinks that xiao'an's craftsmanship is good," said Biqiao with a smile. "And xiao'an's intention is to embroider peony and Phoenix for the lady next to her. This xiao'an embroiders forget worry grass, but her mind is unique."
The Empress Dowager didn't speak, but she reached out my hand and touched the soft and gentle worry forgetting grass on the sachet, nodded for a while: "OK, take it down."
"Yes." Bijo bowed down with the tray.
Jiasheng, September 18, 2002
ningguta.
It was completely cold. When he got up early, there was a thin layer of ice in the wood basin. Ah Chou bared a bucket of water from the well and quickly carried it into the room.
"Zhong Mingwei, it's frozen outside!" Ah Chou rubbed his hands and said to Zhong Mingwei, "look, it will snow in a few days."
"Is there enough food at home?" Zhong Mingwei is a little worried.
"That's enough. Didn't you come back from the market the day before yesterday?" A Chou was so busy that he nodded. He washed Zhong Mingwei's face with cold water in the basin and threw a hot pad over Zhong Mingwei's face. "I'll learn to pickle the cabbage with grandma Chen in a few days. There are enough Chinese cabbage for us to eat for a while."
"I can wash myself..." Rao said so on his mouth, but Zhong Mingwei didn't reach for the pad either. Ah Chou rubbed his face for a while. He was not lazy, but he liked ah Chou to wash his face. Hot pad wrapped the girl's hands around his face and rubbed them round and round. It's a beautiful feeling.
"You can't wash it well," said ah Chou, who despised Baba tunnel, and wiped Zhong Mingwei's ears from his chin with a pad. Zhong Mingwei was so clean that she was better than Zhong Mingwei. She did things carefully. Every time she washed Zhong Mingwei's face, her face, neck, ears and back of her head would be wiped once. As a result, ah Chou was not satisfied when he rubbed them behind his ears. "Zhong Mingwei, you hid them again It's gray. It's a layer behind the ears. "
"Let me see. Isn't it just for washing and wiping..." Zhong Mingwei didn't believe it.
"You see," ah Chou put the pad in front of Zhong Mingwei. On the white pad, if there were some small ashes, ah Chou was very disgusted. "See?"
At that moment, Zhong Mingwei was not at ease. He scratched his head and groaned: "there must be a lot of dust in this room, otherwise I would not have so much dust..."
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