"I once thought about where I would be and what kind of life would I live if I had not been born in the royal family."

Xie Ning turned to look at him, and could not see the emperor's expression clearly in the night.

"Have you ever thought about this?"

Xie Ning said frankly: "I thought about it."

She thought about what would happen now if she hadn't entered the palace? What kind of life would she live?

At this moment, Xie Ning and the man around him thought of the same place.

Even if she has not entered the palace, she is probably already married.

Who would she marry? What kind of life would she live?

Firewood, rice, oil, salt, family matters.

It's definitely different from the current life.

If the emperor was not the emperor, what kind of person would he be?

Scholars? Those who do business may become soldiers and join the ranks?

I think this way, it must be because my current life makes him unhappy. It is precisely because Xie Ning also had such an assumption that she understands very well.

This is a subconscious escape from reality.

If it happens, it means he himself understands that this is a hypothesis, and it is all fake and cannot be true.

Even though you know it is fake, you still have to think about it, just to temporarily let yourself get free from reality and breathe a sigh of relief.

If the emperor will have something unsatisfactory, perhaps no one will believe it.

But the emperor is also a human being, and he eats grains and grains. He also has things he likes to do and things he doesn't like to do.

He must have had many worries recently.

"In fact, no matter which path you take, there will be times of success and unsuccessfulness. Everyone in the palace has their own worries, and people outside the palace will not be much easier than them. Those who farm are afraid of bad times, those who do business are afraid of losing money. People who are older are afraid of their descendants not growing, and young people are afraid of their future..."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

Xie Ning was not too surprised that the emperor would ask her this.

"I'm afraid I'm getting old."

The emperor smiled, and Xie Ning laughed too.

No, no one is afraid of getting old.

The emperor hugged her and gently rubbed her lips against her forehead: "Slippery head."

"This is the first time someone said I was sloppy." Xie Ning leaned in his arms and looked at the glimmer of light in the distance: "I have been a very honest person since I was a child."

"real?"

"Of course it's true. I remember when I was still young, my grandmother asked us to accompany her to pick up the rice. The child couldn't kneel down. My cousin used the excuse of stealing away in advance, and my sister fell asleep while lying."

"What about you?"

"I told my grandmother that my legs were numb, so my grandmother asked me to get up and go out for a walk. I went to the kitchen to find snacks, and then I went back to pick them up after I finished eating."

The emperor listened very seriously.

"One year on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, we wanted to go out to see the lights secretly without hiding the adults. Later, I thought about it and thought that I shouldn't do such things without hiding the family, so I should say to my parents and elders. My sister and brother were unhappy and didn't step on me for several days. But on the fifteenth day, my grandmother sent a message to invite my uncle to come and took us out to see the lights. My uncle also bought us glutinous rice balls at the lantern market. Because there were too many people, there were not enough bowls for selling glutinous rice balls, so we bought ten glutinous rice balls and divided them into two. It was strange at that time, but I thought the ones sold outside were better than those made at home."

After listening to her quietly, the emperor smiled and said, "When it's the Lantern Festival, I will take you to see the lights."

Xie Ning responded with a smile.

The Lantern Festival is too far away, and I don’t know if anyone still remembers this promise at that time.

Now he has taken her to see the lights.

What can bother the emperor is a big deal, and Xie Ning can't help.

I slept very quietly that night.

There was no romance, and the two of them were wrapped in a brocade quilt. The emperor fell asleep as soon as he touched his head, but Xie Ning did not fall asleep for a long time.

Maybe it's because I get up late during the day when I take a nap, so I'm not very sleepy at night.

The lights from outside the tent came in, and it seemed like the wind was rising outside.

The emperor slept very heavily, and a short green stubble appeared on his chin.

She didn't dare to move around, so she looked at him with her head tilted, and then she fell asleep herself.

The next day, there should be no need for morning court. The emperor stood up later than usual, and Xie Ning woke up with him. The emperor watched the palace servants serve her to comb her hair with interest, and sat next to her and asked her what the bottles and jars were used for.

When he found Mei Dai, he hesitated for a moment: "Why would I help you draw?"

Xie Ning also hesitated for a moment before asking: "Master, do you know how?"

"It's not difficult to come."

Seeing him so excited, it was really hard to discourage him.

The emperor picked up a snail in his hand, gently lifted her face, carefully tracing it, and then again.

Xie Ning shrank back a little.

"Does it hurt?" he asked nervously.

Xie Ning whispered: "Itchy."

Her eyebrows were originally born, but they didn't need to be carefully scribbled. Sometimes Xie Ning didn't want to make trouble, so he didn't draw them at all.

When drawing this eyebrows, the emperor raised his arms high, Xie Ning tensed and did not move, and both of them were almost sweating.

After finishing the drawing, I looked as if the left side was longer than the right side. I added a few more strokes, but I felt that the right side was thicker than the left side.

The emperor really didn't know how to add or reduce it, so he put down Mei Dai and said with some self-deprecating words: "You have to practice more."

Xie Ning looked at himself in the mirror and felt that it looked thicker and darker than usual, and it was not ugly.

"It's good to draw it like this for the first time."

She did not wash her face and repaint her paintings, so she accompanied the emperor to use breakfast. A court official handed over a sign to ask for a meeting. The emperor stood up and left Changning Hall, and Xie Ning returned to Yingxiang Pavilion.

Meiren Liang came to the door, so Xie Ning had to open the door and invite her in for tea.

Meiren Liang is two years older than her, but she has been out of favor for a long time. Her eyebrows and eyes always look like a sense of resentment and pity, and her words also have a sour smell. Xie Ning was not prone to her, and after drinking a cup of tea, Meiren Liang said goodbye with tactfully.

Two days later, Qinghe told her about the latest news while serving her to dress up: "I heard that many people have drawn their eyebrows thick and black these two days. Yesterday I saw the white beauty, and her eyebrows were terrifying, as if there were two dead woods on top of her eyes."

Qingmei couldn't help but add: "It's still burnt."

It took Xie Ning a while to figure out what was going on, and he couldn't help laughing.

Those people thought she had painted such eyebrows when she came back to bed, but they thought that the emperor's preferences have changed recently, and they have liked thick eyebrows?

That's not because he likes it, it's because he's clumsy.

Qinghe didn't know what she was laughing at, and stood a little helpless when she stood aside.

She still didn't give up persuading Xie Ning, saying that she should do one or two needles and thread for the emperor.

"Actually, you are not stupid at all. You can't do it well in the past because you don't care." Qinghe was particularly sincere: "As long as you want to do it, you must be able to do it well."

Maybe what she said makes sense.

Xie Ning also felt that he could help the emperor make something.

Since she is willing to do it, she doesn't have to worry about what to do and how to do it. Qinghe has arranged everything from beginning to end.

"Start with simple things. Make a scent bag, and it will be done in almost one day. With the effort of embroidery and lubrication, it will only take two days."

That's not Xie Ning's level and speed.

Qinghe also understood very well and continued, "Master, please do it slowly, and it will be almost done after a month and a half."

She has to do what others can do in a day for half a month. Qinghe’s estimate of her level is really...

Not polite at all.

The styles and colors of men's scent bags come and go, and there are only a few types, far less diverse than those used by women.

The fabric that Xie Ning chose was a piece of indigo, a piece of mesh, and a circle of the color of the tether, and then chose a maroon.

At first, Qinghe disagreed. She felt that since it was for the emperor, it should be more appropriate to use gold or black. Xie Ning thought that this maroon red looked good, and it was also pleasing to the eye with it. She just wanted to use this.

Take it for granted that Qinghe's little arm could not twist Xie Ning's thick thighs. After all, Xie Ning did it, not her, so naturally he should take the master's meaning first.

The pattern embroidered on the top is also chosen as simpler, but Xie Ning cannot make it.

Xie Ning felt that what Qinghe said that day made sense.

I couldn't do it well before, probably because she didn't care.

Xie Ning specially invited Qi Shanggong to give advice to her. Qi Shanggong is worthy of being an expert, and even if it is matched with rotten wood, she can still carve flowers. Xie Ning's current stitches have become much more even and tight under her guidance, and there are no more crooked centipede feet. Embroidery is a little more difficult, but when she looks like she has drawn it first, she pricks and pricks of the embroidered things, the embroidered things look quite decent.

It’s just that it’s too much for needlework, and after doing a while, your neck feels sore.

She felt so difficult just because she did it once a while. Those who rely on their eyesight and craftsmanship to make a living must have huge physical and mental energy loss. No wonder there is no old Shanggong in the Agent Office. Qi Shanggong is already old at such an age. Because after thirty, his body and skills cannot withstand such loss. Even if he is reluctant, he cannot resist the reality's deterioration.

It took ten or half a month to make this incense bag, and it was done in five or six days. Xie Ning usually doesn’t incense, but this is an incense bag, so you can’t send it there in such an empty place.

She found some tansy and mint dried leaves to fill it, which smelled light and had a little bitterness.

Now that it is done, the remaining steps are how to send them out.

Xie Ning planned to give it to the emperor when he was accompanying him again.

I'm just a little worried, what to say then?

I always feel embarrassed.

I feel even more embarrassed to ask someone to send it there.
Chapter completed!