The meatball soup is a taste that Xie Ning has always been used to drinking. The people in the kitchen tried their best to figure out the preferences of the concubine. Of course, a mere soup is no problem.

The emperor took a sip and there was pepper in the soup. After drinking it, it felt like a warm baking powder was slid down. The vegetarian meatballs in the soup were actually put in when the soup was served. If it was put too early, the meatballs would be soaked in the soup and tasted badly.

Princess Yuyao took a sip and refused to drink it. She didn't like food that was heavy. The eldest prince turned red after taking a sip. Her eyes were watery, and she seemed to be choking with pepper.

Xie Ning was surprised and said with some amusement and concern: "If you are not used to it, don't eat it. Lotus seed soup is also good, drink that one."

"No, no." The eldest prince said with a blushing face: "It was just that I was drinking too urgently just now."

The soup was very hot and there was pepper in it, but with his education, he couldn't do anything to spit out the soup in his mouth. He swallowed it and ended up like this.

But the sour and hot feeling was pretty good. The eldest prince drank less in the second sip, which was indeed much better than before. He even picked out the two balls in the soup and ate them. After eating the half bowl of meatball soup, he felt a little sweat on his nose.

Xie Ning was afraid that he would not be used to eating it, and he was also afraid that he would feel uncomfortable after eating it. But the eldest prince himself said: "I sweated a little, and I feel that my body would be more relaxed."

Very comfortable.

After dinner, the emperor went to the small study again as usual. As the end of the year approaches, the emperor still has the same many things.

In the past, the emperor used to staying alone in Changning Hall, and later... he often stayed in Yong'an Palace this year. He was used to staying here, and the Changning Hall seemed too empty and quiet. There were so many people serving him inside and outside the hall, but he could not hear any sound, just like he was the only one.

I have been here for so many years, but now I find that I actually don’t like being alone.

Xie Ning came to deliver sweet pear soup once, and the soup was delicious and sweet. Through the courtyard, the emperor heard the second prince crying twice, and he didn't know what his temper was getting up.

The emperor put the memorials together, stood up and left the small study room.

It was still snowing outside. He walked through the snowy courtyard, and a small fist-sized light shone out from the stone lamp next to the road.

The emperor stood outside the second prince's window and heard Xie Ning also inside through the window.

This kid was crying just now and was acting coquettish again. He especially liked to stick to Xie Ning, especially before going to bed yesterday, and always wanted Xie Ning to accompany him for a while.

Xie Ning took a book "Study to Encourage Learning" to read the above story to him. Perhaps in order to coax the child to sleep faster, her voice was softer than usual. It was clearly on a snowy winter night, but it sounded like a gentle spring breeze, blowing across her cheeks lightly and softly.

Although the second prince was clingy, his advantage was that he slept very quickly. After reading a short story, he fell asleep. Xie Ning stood up and tucked the quilt for him, and then told the wet nurse to take good care of her before she came out of the house.

The door curtain was lifted up in a corner, and Xie Ning came out of the house with a cloak. Seeing the emperor standing quietly by the window, Xie Ning was really surprised.

"Why is the emperor standing here?"

The emperor stretched out his hand to her, and Xie Ning obediently placed his hand in the emperor's palm.

She especially likes the emperor's hands.

Warm, slender, and dry. Every time she holds his hand like this, Xie Ning is reluctant to let go.

"I heard the voice of the second prince, so I came over and took a look and just got up and walked around. Isn't this what you often tell me?"

"I am the same..." Xie Ning whispered: "I used to hear that some people always look down at the books and write, but they end up having troubles. Although the emperor is still young, he cannot rely on his youth to ruin his body."

"I know that even Bai Hongqi listens to you, and I will remind me from time to time. Sometimes I will come out and walk around the corridor twice, or punch and sweat a little before going in."

They walked slowly, holding hands together, and snuggling in one place, moving forward little by little. A snowflake was swept by the wind, and it was on the wind hood and on the shoulders. Xie Ning felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then the tip of his nose cooled, and a snowflake was falling on his nose. But when she reached out to touch her, she only touched a little water mark with her fingertips.

The emperor smiled and reached out to rub her.

Xie Ning woke up in the middle of the night. She felt that the kang was burning a little hot. Qinghe poured two cups of warm water and served the emperor and Xie Ning to drink it.

"Is it still snowing outside?"

"It's still tight."

The next morning, the snow stopped and a thick layer was accumulated on the ground. The emperor had a grand ceremony and left early. Xie Ning slept late at night and woke up again at night. In addition, the sky was still cloudy, so he woke up later than usual.

The snow only stopped for a long time, and after a while, it started falling in a sporadic manner. When the sky finally cleared up, the sky became even colder. The eunuchs working outside turned red with their faces and kept stomping their feet. Xie Ning asked someone to prepare more ginger soup and charcoal. These two things were not expensive, but they were particularly practical.

This winter seems particularly cold.

Hu Rong quickly walked to the corridor, stamped the broken ice and mud on his feet, rubbed his hands together for a few times, and then rubbed his face hard on his frozen face. Only then did he feel his face that had been frozen for a long time slowly recovered his consciousness.

He touched the bag in his sleeve, with a smile on his lips, and went back to look for Qingmei. Qinghe and Qingmei lived in the same room. But both of them had to serve in front of their master during the day, and the room was always empty. Hu Rong looked at the door of the tea room and looked at it. Qingmei was not in the room, but Qinghe was inside and was setting fruit plates.

He just stretched his head, Qinghe had already seen him and asked, "What are you doing pretending to be a ghost? Come in."

Hu Rong walked into the door with a giggle: "Sister Qinghe, where are you busy?"

"How fresh, am I not busy, is it because I am lazy here? What are you looking at at the door?"

"I didn't look at anything, but I might have frostbite on my hand. I want to find two pieces of ginger."

"How did Yao Jiang come here to find it?" In fact, Qinghe knew in her heart what he was here to do.

Sure enough, Hu Rong asked casually: "Chongmei is serving her master now?"

"She is in Fang Shanggong's house. Fang Shanggong's back pain in the past two days, his legs are also sore, and he is not very convenient to move."

Hu Rong wanted to leave after getting the news, but Qinghe stopped him: "Hey, wait, I have something to ask you."

"What?" Hu Rong heard Qinghe's tone solemn, thinking that it might be something important. He took one of his legs out and pulled a stool to sit down, preparing to talk to Qinghe in detail.

"It's not important, I just want to ask you. When was the last time I sent people in the palace? Who were the ones?"

Hu Rong was stunned: "How did Sister Qinghe ask about this? The serious release of the empress dowager was the year when the empress dowager went there, and a large number of them were released, about six or seven hundred, and there were about sixty people in Shanggong, and the others were all palace maids." There were very few eunuchs and could almost be ignored.

"How old are the palace maids?"

Hu Rong asked back: "Can you want to leave the palace too, sister?"

This is unlikely to Hu Rong.

"I always hear people say that people have no long-term plans, and they will have immediate worries. Although we cannot leave the palace now, there will always be a day to go out, right? I heard that there are twenty-eight and twenty-five people who leave the palace, but I also heard that there are thirty-five people. I don't know which one should be based on it."

"Everything is, it actually depends on the master's meaning. There are also twenty-five people, but sister, you still have three or four years to arrive, right?"

There are many people who want to go out, but there are also many people who don’t want to go out. They have homes and relatives outside, and they don’t have any fear of not having a place to go when they go out. They have a place to go and their lives are guaranteed. But there are also some people who are all alone, and they don’t even remember what happened before entering the palace, and they don’t have parents or relatives. Such people don’t want to go out of the palace and are willing to live in the palace. Going out may not be better than being in the palace, and maybe the chances are even more miserable.

"Yes, Qingmei is less than one year younger than Duo. She has hope for this. I heard that Qingmei's family still has people. In the past two years, she has asked someone to send a letter to inquire, and it is certain that her family can arrange a marriage for her. It is not too late to get married in her twenties."

Hu Rong was stunned when he heard the words "Going", "Marry", and "Going".

If Qinghe didn't mention it, he had never thought much about whether Qingmei would leave the palace.

Now that Qinghe said this, Hu Rong remembered it.

It turns out... Qingmei may go out of the palace, and may get married under the arrangement of her family.

"You ask me for inquiries." Qinghe asked: "We can also plan carefully for the future. Then we will seek grace in front of the master, and let it go out of the palace smoothly and live a good life in the future."

Hu Rong responded vaguely, he didn't know how he came out of the tea room. He walked a long way, and found that he had already walked outside the window of Fang Shanggong.

The people in this room, whether it is Fang Shanggong or Qingmei, are among the few people he is close to in the palace, and they can even be said to be the two closest people.

Needless to say, Qingmei is not clear, Hu Rong can’t explain clearly what she has kept in her heart since the time. There is also Fang Shanggong. Hu Rong’s feelings towards her are very complicated, both as a teacher and a friend, like a loving elder, and at the same time, she is also very strict with Hu Rong.

But Hu Rong knew that this was for his own good. If it weren't for concern, why would Fang Shanggong spend his energy and energy on him?

He didn't expect Qingmei to leave the palace and get married.

He thought that life like this can last for a long time.

Hu Rong took a deep breath, calmed down, forced his chaotic mood, and went outside the door to greet him.

Fang Shanggong answered the sentence in the room: "Come in."

Hu Rong stepped into the door.

The room was warm and was completely different from outside. Fang Shanggong leaned against the head of the bed, and Qingmei was rubbing her legs.
Chapter completed!