jdhmnovel Chapter 750: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)
Chapter 750: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)
In the Canwu Palace, Song Yuesheng was staring at the bluestone floor of the courtyard that had been swept clean.
Wen Yu was so crazy that he not only sent people to bring charcoal and basic daily necessities, but also sent people to sweep the snow.
What to scan?
If she is awake, she must be stopped.
"Your Majesty, why did you ask the Imperial Guards to pass a message to Eunuch Pingxi, asking him to take those things away?" Zhenshu stood behind her, holding the newly delivered cloak.
"Because the cold palace is not needed."
Song Yuesheng's gaze was still fixed outside the window.
"It's impossible for Wen Yu to send so many things just because I took care of him for one night.
If anyone among them has selfish motives, we cannot get out and naturally will not know.
But if...if one day Wen Yu suddenly gets the urge to raid like he did last night, and sees so many exquisite things, it will be hard for me to explain it clearly."
She stayed up all night last night and only slept for two hours after Wen Yu left.
Who would have thought that when he woke up, not only was there plenty of charcoal, but even the snow in the yard had been cleared away.
Tsk.
After sweeping it so cleanly, how could she send Wen Yuhua away, and how could she test him?
The bite mark on my wrist hurts slightly.
She looked down at the bandages.
Wen Yu bit her abnormally and the reason why he got a fever after standing outside for only half a cup of tea...
Song Yuesheng looked at the thin snow that was beginning to accumulate in the courtyard.
It looks like the snow won't stop any time soon.
She exhaled lightly, and white mist gathered in front of the window: "It would be best if it snowed for another full day, and then it would be sunny after the snow stopped."
In this way, she can continue with her unfinished plans.
Zhenshu didn't understand what he meant, he just looked at the faint smile on Song Yuesheng's lips, and silently added more charcoal fire to make it burn more vigorously.
No matter what the queen wants to do, she will do her best to help.
……
The news that the emperor bestowed something on Canwu Palace was an unexpected event for all the palaces.
Palace maids who wanted to curry favor with the emperor could not enter the cold palace, and the gifts they sent would be scolded and taken away by the imperial guards.
The Queen Mother's party was even more worried.
The power of the Song family army should not be underestimated. If the deposed empress is restored to the throne, together with the Ministry of War, the emperor will have an unrivaled army.
There was no way the Queen Mother would want to see this scene.
Therefore.
After receiving the news, the Queen Mother immediately asked Aunt Dan to go to the Imperial Observatory to invite Lin Wuxia on the pretext of discussing the year-end ancestor worship.
His wide official robe fluttered in the night wind like a night owl ready to take action.
"I am here to see the Queen Mother."
The empress dowager waved her hand to dismiss her attendants. The sound of the palace door closing startled the candlelight, and the swaying light and shadow flickered on the empress dowager's kind face.
She smiled and picked up a candied fruit: "Lin Qing, have you observed any unusual phenomena in the past few days?"
Lin Wuxia remained in a bowed posture, with the flowing lines of the jade crown covering his eyebrows and eyes.
"I am guilty. The sky has been chaotic recently, with heavy snow covering the sky, making it difficult to observe the stars."
The Buddhist beads suddenly stopped at my fingertips.
The Queen Mother sighed softly, and her voice suddenly lowered: "I have dreamed of the late emperor these past two nights, saying that there was an evil spirit that collided with the dragon vein..."
She continued with a hint of meaning, "Observing the stars is also for the sake of human affairs. Since the stars cannot be observed, why don't you pay more attention to the human affairs in the palace, Mr. Lin?"
The hall was so quiet that one could hear the crackling of candle wicks.
Lin Wuxia suddenly smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "Your Majesty, please be merciful. But this evil spirit... can only be dispelled with the help of the east wind."
He took a step forward, lowering his voice.
"It is said that 'the peach blossoms are young and bright,' and the peach blossoms in March are the best to ward off evil spirits."
The Buddhist beads in the Queen Mother's hand suddenly stopped.
She stared at Lin Wuxia for a long time, and suddenly chuckled: "But now it's winter, and the peach blossoms refuse to bloom. How can we solve this problem?"
Lin Wuxia said: "Hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, without exception."
The Queen Mother slowly leaned back in her chair, the wrinkles on her face smoothing out: "Lin Qing always has a way of waking people up with a single word."
"It is my humble servant's blessing to be able to share the Queen Mother's worries."
When leaving Chenque Palace, Lin Wuxia stopped and looked in the direction of Zhuoying Palace and Canwu Palace.
The corners of his lips curled up in an almost invisible arc.
The chess pieces are in place.
You guys... please don't let me down.
Suddenly a strong wind blew up, and in the distance came the sound of window frames rustling, which sounded like the sobbing of wronged souls.
……
This first snow fell intermittently for four days before it stopped.
No one disturbed the Canwu Palace, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs had delivered new winter supplies.
Life is particularly comfortable.
If it weren't for the stagnant task value, Song Yuesheng really wanted to continue living like this.
Instead of Wen Yu, He Yingxue arrived first.
"Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine is here."
When Zhiqi hurried in to report, Song Yuesheng was stuffing a piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth.
She paused and almost choked.
There were imperial guards patrolling outside, how did she get in?
Song Yuesheng patted the crumbs off his hands.
The palace door has been pushed open.
He Yingxue walked in wrapped in a snow-white fox fur coat, the golden hairpins in her hair sparkling in the sun.
She looked around, her eyes lingering for a moment on the brand new charcoal basin and bedding.
"Sister Song, why don't you ask someone to sweep the snow?" He Yingxue smiled gently, her fingertips lightly brushing the thin snow accumulated on the window lattice, "If there are not enough people, my sister can ask Han Su to go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to tell them."
Song Yuesheng slowly poured her a cup of hot tea.
"Thank you for your kindness, Madam. I think it would be interesting to let the sun slowly melt the snow."
She raised her eyes and looked directly at him, "I wonder what brings you here today, Your Majesty?"
He Yingxue twisted the handkerchief in her hand, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.
After a long while, she said softly, "Your Majesty asked me to participate in the year-end ancestor worship yesterday, but I really don't understand the rules..."
She bit her lip and said, "That's why I took the liberty to ask my sister for advice."
Song Yuesheng almost laughed out loud.
How can this be called asking for advice?
It was obvious that she was here to show off that she, as a royal concubine, could participate in the royal ancestral worship ceremony.
"Your Highness is joking." Song Yuesheng picked up the teacup and took a sip. "I don't understand these things either. If Your Highness really wants to ask for advice, why not ask the people in the Ministry of Rites?"
He Yingxue's face turned pale instantly and she stood up in panic.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was inconsiderate..." She looked at Song Yuesheng tentatively, "Is your sister not angry?"
Song Yuesheng almost spit out a mouthful of tea.
The lines in the tea-flavored tea sound like they were ripped out from a short video on a certain audio platform in the modern world.
She suppressed her discomfort and took another big sip of tea to calm herself.
"Sister Song, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" He Yingxue suddenly came closer, the scent of incense on her body blowing in her face, "Do you want me to call a doctor for you..."
"Wow--"
Before she could finish her words, He Yingxue's sleeve knocked over the teacup.
The scalding hot tea splashed onto her luxurious skirt, leaving a dark stain.
"oops!"
He Yingxue exclaimed, wiping it hurriedly, "Sister Song, I'm going to go back and change clothes first, and come back another day..."
Song Yuesheng walked quickly to He Yingxue and said with a smile, "It's freezing cold. If the imperial concubine leaves like this, it will be my fault. Pillow book, get some clean clothes, and take the imperial concubine to change clothes."
He Yingxue's expression froze.
"No, no need. This little tea stain won't cause any trouble."
He Yingxue wanted to pull her hand away but couldn't.
I go!
How come this woman is so strong!
The powerful sister of King Kong?
"How can it not be a problem? With a beauty like the imperial concubine, her clothes cannot be stained." Song Yuesheng grabbed her hand and patted it, then looked at the pillow book that was opening the box.
"The pillow book must be the best clothes."
"Yes, ma'am."
After Zhenshu, He Yingxue and her maid went to the next room to change clothes, Zhiqi was hesitant to speak.
"My lady..."
Song Yuesheng raised her hand to stop her: "She is a noble concubine, and I have nothing. As long as it doesn't involve my life, let her do whatever she wants."