The birthday gift prepared for Chen Jieyu was a Fengyin bottle. After Qinghe was selected, she took it to Xie Ning for her to look at it. After Xie Ning nodded, she sent it there.

As for the day of Chen Jieyu's birthday, I heard that there would be two tables of wine and food to entertain guests. Chen Jieyu would definitely not post to Yingxiang Pavilion, and Xie Ning had no intention of going there. Whether or not he gave this gift, it would be impossible for the two of them to turn enemies into friends.

I heard that Meiren Liang was invited. The gift she prepared was a set of white agate-wrapped nine-hole pots, which was more valuable than the Tingfeng bottle and was more attentive than the Tingfeng bottle.

She was busy learning to make socks, and first tried to cut them with paper. Because there was not much silk cotton palace in the 90-per-count county tribute, she only had one piece. She originally wanted to save it to make a close-fitting short shirt in summer. Now it was used to make socks. Xie Ning felt it was a bit wasteful. She couldn't finish making socks, but the remaining materials were not enough to do anything else.

But who made the emperor speak?

Qi Shanggong knew that the incense bag made by Mei Ren had been presented, and he heard that the emperor had never changed it from the pen. Now Mei Ren is going to make socks again.

Qi Shanggong was very willing to give advice to Meiren Xie, but she did not have much business recently, so she really couldn't get away. After thinking about it, she recommended another Shanggong to Meiren Xie.

This Shanggong is also from the Agent and Industrial Bureau. He is older than Qi Shanggong. Of course, at this age, his vision has long been too weak and he cannot do work. In the Agent and Industrial Bureau, craftsmanship is the most important thing. If you can't do work, you can only rely on living a life.

Qi Shanggong couldn't come by himself, and he was unwilling to come with an ambitious person to compete with him for the benefits of Xie Meiren's place, so he made someone who was powerless to threaten her.

This Shang Gong's surname is Fang. As soon as she arrived, Xie Ning saw her gray hair at first sight.

Just looking at this hair, it looks like a person in his fifties and sixties, extremely old.

Xie Ning was sorry for asking people of this age to salute. After she came in, Xie Ning signaled Qinghe and went over to help her, so that she would not have to be too polite.

When Fang Shanggong raised his head, Xie Ning discovered that although Fang Shanggong had a long hair, he was not too old. He looked about forty years old and beautiful. He must be even more charming when he was young.

"With Fang Shanggong, I am very clumsy, and Fang Shanggong has to worry too much."

Fang Shanggong hurriedly said he didn't dare.

Her voice was low and dumb, and her voice was very light. Although she couldn't do her job now, she was more than enough to give Xie Ning a tip. She said it very carefully, from whether the material was breathable and comfortable to talk about it to the patterns of the socks and the knots of the tie. Her experience and exquisite vision were even better than Qi Shanggong.

There was a master who was carrying it. Xie Ning still practiced with paper first. After cutting the paper pattern, he then glued it along the seam with paste. The size and shape of the socks made were fine, so she officially used that piece of silk cotton material.

After Fang Shanggong left, Xie Ning asked Qinghe to put away the needle and thread, and planned to go out and stretch his muscles and bones. He sat in the house for most of the day, and kept lowering his head to think about the needle and thread. Now he felt sore on his shoulders and neck.

Qinghe accompanied her out, and she was in a very good mood: "Fang Shanggong does have real talents. The master made it so smoothly. It seems that the pair of socks will definitely be ready tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, but I haven't heard of anyone like Fang Shanggong before."

Qinghe didn't say anything.

The moment she heard Fang Shanggong's voice, she understood a lot.

Fang Shanggong's voice was not a normal person's voice. If he had not been seriously ill or had been made like that by the medicine. The master in the palace did not want to talk nonsense alone, he would give him a dose of medicine. After drinking the medicine, he could not speak out. It was lucky that Fang Shanggong could make a little sound.

In this case, it would be natural for her to be silent.

The battle between the palace and humans in the Needle Bureau is also very fierce, and it is not the one with the most exquisite craftsmanship that can be the master. On the contrary, if a gun strikes a bird, does not know how to hide its shortcomings, and shows its strength, people who are too sharp will die too early.

Not long after Qinghe entered the palace, she heard a big palace maid say something. It was said that a palace maid who was serving a palace concubine who made a purse. The emperor praised him casually when he saw it. The next day the palace maid accidentally burned his hands and was seriously injured. Even if he was well-treated, he would probably not be as flexible as before.

When they were in the garden, they met people living in the Yeting Palace from afar. They saw them from afar and did not approach and say hello. I wonder if they had met a few that day.

I used to be so comfortable when I was visiting the garden. At that time, I was not favored. I wanted to have a long straw weaving thing growing by the water, and I found several people to get it. Now I can do whatever I want in one sentence. I didn’t even have to say anything, but someone would hold it with both hands and serve it.

But he was not as relaxed as before, and he stared at her with so many pairs of eyes.

"Master, do you want to live in another place?"

Xie Ning thought about it and shook his head slightly: "No more change now."

Qinghe said: "It's reasonable for the master not to move. We are too eye-catching now. I heard that it's better to be quiet than to move. I'm afraid that when I move to the palace, someone will take advantage of the chaos. Besides, Li Zhaorong moved out of the Houyuan after he was promoted to Zhaorong."

As for the newcomer in the palace, Xie Ning was afraid that there would be trouble in the future, so he thought about it. Can he avoid the right and wrong by moving somewhere else? As long as she is favored for a day, she will not leave her for a day. Therefore, moving to the palace is not a one-time solution.

One sock was quickly made and the other one was about to be completed.

Fang Shanggong came over again, finished talking about needlework, and chatted for a few words.

Xie Ning asked: "In what year did Fang Shang Palace enter the palace?"

Fang Shanggong's voice was still low and dumb. She was close to her and spoke slowly to her, so she could hear clearly. If she was a little further away, she would be afraid that she would not be able to hear anything clearly.

"I entered the palace at the age of eight and have been in the palace for almost forty years."

Many eunuchs in the palace were like this. They entered the palace as a child and spent almost their whole lives here. They were afraid of leaving the palace, and some were afraid that it would be difficult to make a living after leaving the palace. The actual situation was that they no longer adapted to life outside the palace. The world outside the palace wall was completely unfamiliar and dangerous to them. They could not even tell the east, south, west and north after leaving the palace gate.

Someone in the previous dynasty wrote a poem about the white-headed palace maid. Fang Shanggong is a vivid portrayal of this word. Especially when seeing her gray hair, Xie Ning wanted to sigh at the vicissitudes of the world.
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