many worries

No matter how many attendants there are in the palace, there are still a few clever ones. Emperor Yuande always lacks a servant who is considerate and quick-witted.Xinxin looks good, with delicate features and tall stature. Emperor Yuande always liked attendants with outstanding appearance, plus he was taciturn and well-behaved.

Apart from the Leng Palace and the Taiqing Palace, the He Palace is full of bustle and bustle, decorated with lanterns and festoons.Qiao Yu and Jing Yan were not idle either, trying every means to decorate the Taiqing Palace every day.Although the Dianji Department gave few things, there were still things that were secretly brought in by Jing Yan and Xin Xin's help on the surface.

Xinxin was originally a member of the imperial dining room, once promoted to the side of Emperor Yuande, like a carp jumping through the dragon's gate, he would show his face in front of the most powerful nobles in the palace.Not to mention that all the managers are fawning on him, even the head of the imperial dining room has to give him some face, and personally let Yi Xin appoint the next manager. It is the eunuch Hui Quan brought out by Yi Xin from the Palace of the Concubine De, who is slippery and greedy for money. But he can still be regarded as knowing how to repay his kindness, and he knows how to judge the situation and the situation, and he is very relieved, at least Huiquan will take care of Liangyu more when he is still under pressure.

Qiao Yu was busy dyeing the lanterns, writing blessings, and drawing door gods on the door panels. He was young, practiced handwriting but refused to endure hardships, and his wrist strength was not strong enough. Compared with Jingyan's handwriting, it looked crooked and not big. nice.

He originally thought that his writing was pretty good, and he was very proud of it, but he accidentally saw the prince's blessing character, and was greatly shocked. He grabbed Jing Yan's sleeve and asked, "Your Highness, how is my handwriting?"

Jing Yan lowered his head and looked at it carefully for a while, not perfunctory, but said seriously: "If someone asks me, I will probably ask him to change to a stricter gentleman, and learn how to hold a pen and meditate all over again."

Qiao Yu burst into tears.

But Jing Yan smiled suddenly, picked Qiao Yu up, stood in front of the couplet, and said to Qiao Yu's ear, "But Xiaoyu is not someone else, but my Xiaoyu."

He paused, and circled the crooked strokes with his fingers, "The more I look at it, the cuter it is. These few places are very good, with lively vitality, and it will be even better if I add a Fuwa at the back."

This is Jing Yan's sincere words. He is not tolerant, but the more he looks at it, the more he really likes it. He feels that except Qiao Yu, no one in the world can write such a lovely blessing.

Probably dizzy.

Qiao Yu muttered angrily, hammered Jing Yan's shoulder, and jumped down again, insisting that Jing Yan be his teacher, holding his hand, practicing over and over again.

In order to prevent others from tampering with the font, Jing Yan has practiced four or five completely different styles of writing since he was a child, each of which is dedicated to dealing with a certain type of matter, so it is easy to hide from outsiders.But now, in order to amuse Qiao Yu, I write them all down and let Qiao Yu choose what she likes to learn.

Unexpectedly, although Qiao Yu was innocent and lively, she picked the most upright and prudent one, and also the most infallible one, which Jing Yan usually showed to Emperor Yuande.

Jing Yan didn't expect that, after he asked for a long time, Qiao Yu turned his back and said the truth shyly, "I used to like the Taifu's praise of your handwriting, but now I have the opportunity, of course, of course I want to learn it." It's gone."

Finally, I added another sentence, "I wanted to ask you to teach me before, but Your Highness is too busy."

He was so busy that he couldn't bear to beg Jing Yan to waste time teaching himself, but hoped that the prince could rest for a while.

In fact, for Jing Yan, his own handwriting should not be imitated by others, just in case, but he seemed to have forgotten about it, gently pinched Qiao Yu's earlobe, and slightly closed his phoenix eyes, "Since you want to If you want to learn, you have to study hard, I am not a good-tempered gentleman."

Qiao Yu nodded vigorously.

He didn't study hard in the past because he was afraid of hardship and because he was not interested.But now it's different, anyone who works with the prince can't be regarded as hard work for him, and Qiao Yu's greatest interest is only his aci.

Probably because of interest and time, after a few days, Qiao Yu's "Fu Shou Lu" and many auspicious words have been written decently.

On the night of the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, Emperor Yuande held a dinner party by the Fucui Lake, entertaining officials from the government and the public, and taking a bath with the family members.

The sun has not completely set, and the sky is full of blushing clouds, and the Fucui Lake is sparkling, reflecting the dead trees with no leaves on both sides of the lake, and the elongated shadows are swaying.There are several stone arch bridges abruptly across Fucui Lake, named Mingfei, which look like a phoenix spreading its wings.

Men and women could not sit at the same table in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Emperor Yuande and his ministers had a banquet on the main bridge of Mingfei Bridge. That place was the best place around. It was a pity that it was a bit windy. I was in charge of the canopy that sheltered the wind. You can't make Emperor Yuande catch a cold.

It was almost the Chinese New Year at this time, in order to get Emperor Yuande's concern, naturally he couldn't say bad things, even the important officials in the court secretly concealed a few good things, and wanted to say a happy thing tonight.

Halfway through the conversation, when Emperor Yuande's banquet was in full swing, a young eunuch's voice came from a distance, saying that Concubine Feng Gui had stayed by the bridge for more than half an hour, and only wanted to spend tonight with His Majesty.

Emperor Yuande took a sip of the wine in his ivory cup, hesitated for a moment, and let Concubine Feng go back.He may not like Feng Nannan the most, but Feng Nannan is beautiful and caring, no matter what he does, he is comfortable with him.

Concubine Feng was wearing a begonia red veil skirt and a white fox cloak over it. The skirt was extremely long, and she swayed every step. All the ministers present said their blessings softly before sitting next to Emperor Yuande. Take over the job of serving.

Seeing that Feng Nannan was still favored, Feng Cheng breathed a sigh of relief almost immediately, his eyebrows danced again, he left his seat, kowtowed beside Emperor Yuande, and said happily: "Your Majesty, the great victory in Southern Xinjiang a while ago was all thanks to one The young hero who has just joined the army went deep into the enemy camp and took the head of the enemy leader."

Emperor Yuande asked unhurriedly: "Oh? New recruits, even veterans, may not be calm. Where does he have the courage?"

Feng Cheng had thought about everything a long time ago, and he replied: "The hero's name is Xia Xueqing, his family used to run an escort agency, but he didn't expect to be burned, killed and looted by people from southern Xinjiang, and all his family members died, leaving only He was alone, his face was burnt, his voice was hoarse, and he had a deep hatred with the people of Nanjiang. He didn't even care about his life in order to avenge the killing of the enemy. The minister even saw him make a poisonous oath with his own eyes. The [-] tribes in southern Xinjiang will go to [-] levels of hell after death, and they will never be reborn forever."

Emperor Yuande really laughed, and said "Okay!" three times in a row, and said: "There are so many loyal ministers and good generals in this world. There is Xia Xueqing in the south, and I have arranged for a guard named Lu Zhao in the north. Marching and fighting are very insightful, being imprisoned in the deep palace is a waste of beauty and talent."

Feng Cheng gritted his teeth secretly, not daring to say a word.

And Emperor Yuande seemed to have had enough of Feng Nannan's serving, he raised his eyes and said: "Today is a good day, your mother is here too, there is no need to wait here, go and see him."

Feng Nannan agreed with a smile, but there was no trace of joy in her eyes. She followed behind and crossed several bridges before arriving at the banquet for the female relatives.