Dream Hua Embers Records

"It's so annoying!" Yan Yin rolled on the bed, pouted her buttocks, and buried her head under the pillow.

Inside and outside the Qing Palace, there were loud cries, long or short, low or high, one after another.Old, immature, sharp, low, reckless, extremely suppressed... All kinds of cries merged into a strange chorus, like a cloud hanging over the Qing Palace, which lingered for a long time .

Since yesterday, Zhao Guo's clan has been deported out of the city one after another and detained in the Qing Palace.The people in the Qing Palace kept going back and forth all day, and Yan Yin wanted to go to Kang Mao to learn painting, but it was inconvenient because of the crowds, so she became even more depressed when she went to school.

Agu smiled helplessly, "Little Lang, please bear with it, it's only been a few days, and the emperor died, so I can't let him not shed a single tear."

"Is crying useful? Can it bring the dead back to life?" Yan Yin sat up on her knees and complained with her mouth pouted.

"That's reasonable. They should think about how to survive now. If they go north with the army, those little girls who are as delicate as flowers will lose half of their lives if they don't die." Agu was also emotional.

"Then how can they survive? Do they ask their uncle?"

"I'm afraid it won't work. It's the emperor's will to take them north, and King Chong can't make the decision."

"What should I do?"

"I can only run away! These people are all requested by the emperor. Even if they escape and are caught, they probably won't be beheaded, so it's worth a try. Especially now that they are short of food and clothing, hungry and cold, they don't want to be killed now." Escape, after a few days, I'm afraid I won't even have the strength to escape."

"Is their food, housing and housing very bad? Worse than the prince's brother?"

"Your elder brother of the prince has a private courtyard. It is quiet and quiet. He can always eat three meals a day. Now that there are so many people and so many things piled up in the Qing Palace, there is only so much to eat. If you can grab it, you will be full. If you don’t go, you’ll be hungry. Now there are more than a dozen people locked up in each room. They are empty and have nothing. They are not allowed to go out after eating and drinking. Think about the smell in that room? I heard that those sons-in-law are locked in the backyard There are only three walls in the stable, and in this kind of weather, if the cold wind blows overnight, I am afraid that only half of life is left..."

Yan Yin listened, her eyes suddenly lit up, she tilted her head, and began to think.

Seeing that Yan Yin was silent, Agu looked over in surprise, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and shouted: "Little Lang, don't even think about letting your prince brother escape, he is a white face, You are red-faced, you are all fine, don't take my little life, the prince will definitely cut me off!"

Yan Yin was stunned, and smiled awkwardly, "Brother Prince will not run away! He said that if he leaves, the burden on him will be shared with other brothers. Another brother."

Agu let out a sigh of relief, and exaggeratedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "You scared me to death, my soul is gone, and I haven't returned to my place yet!"

Yan Yin curled her lips and made a grimace, "I didn't say anything...you are scaring yourself."

This is a large courtyard in the Qing Palace. The east wing housed Emperor Ji and Zong Ji, and the west wing housed the inner lady, female historian, etc. The main room and courtyard were full of satin.Two groups of young women, looking at each other through the piles of silk, sad face to sad face, teary eyes to teary eyes... The filth from the melting snow gradually erodes upwards along the strands of the satin, turning those gorgeous patterns, The soaked Chen An was wet, as if he also had tears in his eyes.

Zhu'er stood in front of the window, slightly padded her feet, looked out of the window, and greedily breathed in the fresh air pouring in from the gap in the window paper.Zi Xiao is a wise man who is worried, but still has a mistake. It is cold, but it is not cold, but it is hungry, but it cannot escape.

A few days ago, Zhu'er and other women were imprisoned in the East Pagoda courtyard in the city, under the care of the people from Daliang Mansion. The place there is more spacious, and they can eat porridge every day to satisfy their hunger.Since arriving here last night, Shuimi hasn't broken his teeth until now, and the younger ones are already crying from hunger.There were only Yuan country soldiers coming and going outside, and they couldn't understand what they were talking to, and there was nothing they could do if they wanted to bear the humiliation and beg for some food...

Suddenly hearing familiar Chinese coming from outside, Zhu'er's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly stood on tiptoe to look around.

All the women in the room rushed to the window, looking out the window with expectant eyes.This reminded Zhu'er of the ducks and geese that were raised in the back garden of the palace. Whenever someone approached, they would flock to the fence and stretch their necks to look around. The reason for this was two things. One is food, the other is freedom... Zhu'er smiled wryly, the so-called nobles are no different from the ducks and geese that are raised by others.

I only heard someone in the courtyard shouting towards the west chamber: "You are all maidservants who sealed up your wife, don't be idle and eat free rice, come and help with some work!" Then the sound of unlocking was heard.

Across piles of satin, the situation over there was unclear, it seemed that some people had been released.

"The lord ordered that these yellow silks are useless and must be returned to Daliang Mansion, so that they can choose other good table satin to replace. You guys dyed these with ink and made a mark so that they would not send them back again. Come back." It was still the same person's accent just now.

"My lord! This is not yellow silk, it's the best rotten flower silk. Tartars are vulgar and don't know this kind of high-quality stuff. Listen to your lord's accent, and they are also from Liang, don't you know?" sounded.

"I was born in poverty, and I don't know any good watches."

"Captain Huben, Master Zhu Zezhu! Your father is a former servant of the Ministry of Rites, and your grandfather is a bachelor of the Imperial Academy. What happened to the Tartars, and you have come from a poor family? Are you afraid of humiliating your ancestors?" The voice was clear and crisp.A lot of table satin came out of it, and the corner of the skirt flashed, and the costumes should be the chariots of the Six Shang Bureaus in the provinces of the inner palaces.

"Yo! Master Zhu has surrendered to the Tartars, has he been promoted to rank? Why are you still wearing the official uniform of our country?" Another new voice came in.

"Your Excellency is a military officer! I wonder if your back was injured when you were defending the city?"

Then it was chattering again and again, each of these female historians was so eloquent that Mr. Zhu had no power to retaliate.

The honest and honest male voice still pierced through the noise, "Ladies, hurry up and do this, so I can get some warm soup and porridge to warm you up."

Hearing that he mentioned eating, everyone was silent for a moment, and everyone was defeated by hunger.

After a long silence, another steady and deep female voice recalled, "You court ministers and officials have corrupted the country to this point, but now you are giving us to the people of Yuanguo to take away the labor gold and silver. What kind of face do you have to order us to do things? Are you still man!?"

The male voice was still calm, "Even if I have no face, I still have to come here, otherwise, who will you vent your grievances on? They don't understand, at least I can understand..."

Another longer silence.

Finally, a mature and prudent female voice spoke, "It's good to only dye the outermost layer, and return the rest to the city, at least it can still be used. Anyway, Yuanjun only needs a whole piece of satin, so even if the outermost layer is cut off, It's not a whole horse anymore, and it won't be sent over again..."

"It's so good!" The man dropped these four words, and hurried away, with the sound of boots, and gradually walked away.

Only these palace ladies in the courtyard were left, helplessly picking up ink pens, staining those gorgeous silks.Those silks that people in the source country think are too thin to use: yellow silk, ice cream, plain yarn, smooth silk, burnt-out silk, twisted sutras...

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