Shuangxi covered Zhu Bifeng with a blanket and quietly sent him back to the bedroom.
The moonlight outside the window was bright. The emperor had been asleep for a long time. Shuangxi dozed off by the window with his arms folded.
In the medicinal field under the moonlight, two ginseng dolls were chasing each other with their short legs, followed by a long-eared marten.
Gu Yinwei suddenly opened the window with a cold look in her eyes. The three little ones immediately squatted on the spot. The Cining Palace finally became quiet and everyone fell asleep.
The moon hung firmly in the night sky. Quietly, it disappeared into the clouds. A bright light appeared on the horizon. The darkness gradually dissipated, and the vague shadows of the flowers in the garden became clearer and clearer.
The blooming flower looked like a black shadow at first, and then gradually became round. The petal stretched out, and gradually turned from black to colorful. The golden sunlight fell finely and densely, and the color of the rose became richer. The watery dewdrops on the flower flashed from time to time, like a wink from a loved one.
“Crack.”
Use sharp scissors to cut the branches, remove excess leaves and thorns, fill the white porcelain bottle with clean water, and insert it diagonally into the bottle. The house will be filled with the fragrance of roses.
Gu Yinwei stretched and sat up. Chuchu put down the scissors and called out to the outside, "The Empress Dowager has risen."
Litan Tao, who was feeding the sparrows under the eaves, hurriedly put down the work in her hands, and the other women started to get busy, some sweeping the floor and some bringing water.
Gu Yinwei leaned over to the vase and sniffed, "Chuchu, your flower arranging skills are getting better and better."
"Thank you for the compliment, Master." Chuchu looked shy.
Bian Tao opened the curtain and came in. "The roses are in full bloom, and wealth is rolling in. Congratulations, Queen Mother."
Gu Yinwei was stunned, "Where does the joy come from?"
"Just now, Ah Qing, who is beside Concubine Xian, sent a message saying that Prince Yimu of Mobei personally sent Princess Zhaoyang to the Three Concubines Academy to study."
Gu Yinwei stood up from the dressing table and said slowly, "The people of Mobei are not easy to deal with. What did the emperor say? Has anyone been sent to pick her up?"
"The Emperor went to Xiaoyao Palace last night and was in a bad mood when he came back. Eunuch Shuangxi said that the Emperor had a high fever when he woke up early."
"So you are sick. I was wondering why you haven't come to pay your respects to the Queen Mother at such a late hour." Chu Chu took over the conversation.
"Someone from Mobei has arrived, and we should go and greet them."
"What the Queen Mother said makes sense, but I don't have the manpower to spare right now."
"Bian Tao, come with me to receive the envoy."
"Yes, Queen Mother."
Chu Chu hurriedly asked, "What about me?"
"Go and accompany Concubine Xi and take good care of her."
"Alright, Master, you guys go ahead and I'll stay home."
After Zhu Bifeng left the court, he learned that Gu Yinwei had already packed her bags and rushed to see her off.
"I had intended to arrange for Concubine Chen to welcome the delegation, but now she's unavailable, so I'll have to trouble you, Mother."
"It's good for me to go out of the palace for some exercise. Princess Zhaoyang is coming to the academy to study, and as the dean, I'm going to pick her up. This is acceptable on the surface."
"Take care, mother."
Zhu Bifeng saw off Empress Dowager Hengle and returned to the palace to rest.
Gu Yinwei couldn't help but sigh. She adopted a godson and thought she could rest easy. However, her godson was too weak and she had to do the physical work herself.
Gu Yinwei and Bian Tao got on the carriage, and Bian Tao introduced the situation of Princess Zhaoyang and Prince Yimu to Gu Yinwei.
"Princess Zhaoyang is seventeen years old. She has a perverse personality and likes to play tricks on people."
"Prince Yimu is meticulous and skilled in martial arts."
Gu Yinwei lifted the curtain and looked at the scenery outside the window. The carriage just passed by the post station. Willow trees were swaying on both sides of the road. People were coming and going in the post station. The lower willow branches had been plucked out by tourists. If others wanted to get willow branches, they had to buy them from the children with money.
The word "Liu" has the same pronunciation as "Liu". I picked a willow branch to give to my friend, which shows that I am reluctant to say goodbye and can't bear to part with him.
Some scholars in long gowns twisted willow branches into circles and put them on their hats. Not far away, someone was singing a farewell song.
"Today I bid you farewell, tomorrow we will be far apart. I gaze at you helplessly, my tears flowing like a river."
The song is sad, beautiful and moving. Such farewells happen every day at the ferry.
Travel is slow, life is short, and sometimes once you say goodbye, you may never see each other again.
Gu Yinwei lowered the curtain, and the carriage drove through the capital and headed north.
The caravan traveled for about ten days before arriving at Shaqiu Pass. Shaqiu Pass was a vast area with few people. Gu Yinwei dismounted and looked around. She saw overgrown weeds and a big yellow dog squatting at the city gate.
Pian Tao shouted, "The Kyoto delegation has arrived."
After shouting several times, no one came out to greet her. Gu Yinwei raised her head and looked intently into the eyes of the big yellow dog. The big yellow dog, who was lazily basking in the sun, shivered all over and took the initiative to lead the way for Gu Yinwei.
"Coo, coo, coo."
Behind the city gate, there was an old man wearing an apron, holding a basin of bran in his hand, standing on the dilapidated city wall feeding chickens.
The big yellow dog barked a few times.
The old man who was feeding the chickens jumped down from the city wall which was about ten meters high. The bran in his hand was not spilled at all and there was very little sound when he landed on the ground. Bian Tao gave a look to the guards behind him, and the guards all reached out to hold down the knives in their hands.
"Hey, Dahuang, I was just feeding the chickens here. You're so smart to welcome the guests in."
Dahuang's eyes were full of fear and he hid behind the old man.
"Are you an envoy from Kyoto, here to pick up the prince and princess?"
Chu Chu didn't answer but asked, "Who are you?"
"I am the 105th postmaster of Shaqiu Pass."
"What's your name?"
"Yang Xiaohuan."
The old man felt a little embarrassed when he said his own name. He was a man, but he actually named a girl. My father is really uneducated.
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