Prince Gong's Mansion was quiet, and the bustle of the street obviously had no impact here.
In Yiheyuan, the main courtyard where the princess stayed, there was no longer the laughter and joy of the past.
Outside the eaves, not far away.
"How did Concubine Cui offend the princess? She is punished to kneel every day. The one before was very magnanimous. The one today is not even close to her."
Halfway through the sentence, the person next to him immediately reached out and covered his mouth.
The other waiters, frightened and sweating, looked around for a long time but saw no one around.
Several waiters who almost lost their lives watching the show turned around and covered their mouths, whimpering like an idiot.
They don't care about their lives, they just want it.
The secrets of the palace are known to everyone inside and outside the court, and it is absolutely not the place for the servants who serve their masters to discuss them.
It's not worth it to ruin the lives of several members of a family just by opening your mouth.
However, everyone once again looked from afar.
It was the coldest time of the year, and the weather was freezing. Punishing people by making them kneel outside the yard was truly cruel.
Not as generous and kind as the one in front.
According to those who used to serve in the Yiheyuan, the one in front was beautiful, kind, and tolerant.
Unlike this one, what's wrong with a concubine caring about the prince and serving him tea?
It is natural for concubines in the inner house to serve their masters.
In the room, a cool breeze came in through the gap in the window. Lu Chunxi, who was counting the account books, was wearing a pink quilted jacket and skirt.
With the warm hand warmer at hand, she put down the account book and held it up with both hands.
Xianglan came forward just in time to add more hot tea.
Lu Chunxi's face was grim.
Yesterday, the concubine in the mansion was restless and took the initiative to run to Chengli's Qimozhai to seek favor.
When Lu Chunxi received the letter, she was furious.
She was domineering by nature. Otherwise, after entering the palace, Lu Chunxi would not have been so determined to control Prince Gong's inner residence outside the palace.
He even did not hesitate to ruin his sister's lifelong happiness and tricked her into living in Song Chengli's back house and becoming the Princess of Gong.
Things are different now. She has become the mistress of Prince Gong's Mansion.
She could not tolerate a concubine who competed with her for her husband's favor.
Not to mention, the concubines in the mansion were all found by her good sister.
If she can't deal with Lu Chunyu, can't she deal with a little concubine?
The noble families are most particular about rules, and being a concubine has its own rules.
The concubine must go to the main courtyard every morning and evening to serve the mistress.
Cuisheng came with several other concubines to pay their respects, and Lu Chunxi immediately found an excuse.
Those who commit the crime of rebellion and disrespect for their mistress will be punished by kneeling down and reflecting on their actions.
"Master, the prince has you in his heart. He is angry with you now, but he will calm down after a while."
After leaving the palace and placing the master and servant in Yiheyuan, Song Chengli turned around and left without saying a word.
For nearly a month afterwards, he never set foot into the gate of Yee Ho Court.
Xianglan was unaware of the discord between the two people in Yangxin Palace. She just thought it was a young couple who had a quarrel over some careless words and that it would be fine in a few days.
How could she know that feelings cannot stand the test of time, and once a crack appears, it will only get bigger and bigger.
How could Lu Chunxi, who was staring at the window in a daze, not understand this?
Listening to the faint sounds of joy coming from outside, she changed the subject quietly with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Whose wedding is this lively? Let's go out and take a look."
The new empress was carried from the Daqing Gate to the Wumen Middle Gate and entered the palace.
The bells and drums are ringing, and the scenery is prosperous along the way.
The wedding ceremony of the emperor and empress was complicated and full of red. The most striking thing about the bride under the veil throughout the whole day was probably the hand that held hers and refused to let go.
The familiar and deep-rooted warm touch, his sleeves drowned out everyone's eyes and ears, and in full view of everyone, he held her hand.
His eyelids drooped in shock, and he stared vaguely at the black hem of the man's clothes.
Even though I couldn't see him, the moment he held my hand, the ship that had left the port finally returned to the harbor.
Kneel down to worship heaven and earth, inform ancestors, and go through a series of procedures.
Lu Chunyu was almost exhausted after being supported by Errong and taken to the East Warm Pavilion of Kunning Palace to rest.
The palace servants retreated one by one, and the sound of the door closing penetrated their eardrums.
The next second, the big red veil covering her hands was lifted up by the back of her hand.
"Does Errong have anything to eat?"
I calculated the time and guessed that the young lady must be hungry.
Errong lifted the door curtain and brought in a bowl. The hungry Lu Chunyu stretched his neck and moved closer.
There are nine white, plump, round dumplings at the bottom of the bowl, which look delicious.
"Your Majesty was worried that the Master might be hungry, so he ordered the kitchen to prepare a lot of dumplings. I took the initiative and brought a bowl of dumplings over."
When he handed it over, Errong smiled happier than when he got married himself.
"The dumplings are sweet and delicious. May the master and the emperor live in love and happiness in the future."
After a few bites of glutinous rice balls, Lu Chunyu was full and busy taking a shower and changing clothes.
Lights were lit everywhere outside, illuminating the way we came.
Emperor Chengming, dressed in imperial robes, walked like a dragon and a tiger.
Thinking of the little queen waiting for him in Kunning Palace, the man walked as fast as the wind.
The eunuch who was leading the way with a headlight in front of him was left far behind in just a short while.
Men are ignorant and insensitive.
The hazy night became quieter, and the more worried Song Yunyi felt.
I clearly saw her secretly yesterday, but today he held her hand tightly throughout the whole process.
After being separated for a while, Emperor Chengming felt even more uncomfortable.
He stepped over the threshold, stretched out his arms and pushed open the door of the inner room.
His anxious eyes scanned around, and what caught his eye was the pretty bride, his little queen, sitting beside the bed at the other end of the hall.
There was a floor heater in the inner room, and the Boshan stove in the middle was burning with the incense that the palace maids had just replaced.
Coming to the bedside, his little queen should have bathed before he came.
The thin dress couldn't stop the man's hot gaze from lingering on her.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, letting the impudent gaze linger on her, the shy little queen stretched out her arms from under her thin shirt, pushing the man away and asking him to quickly take a shower and change clothes.
Men don't want to procrastinate, as the saying goes, a night of spring is worth a thousand gold.
A pair of dragon and phoenix wedding candles, illuminated by candlelight.
Illuminate the bedroom which is decorated festively and luxuriously.
A man coming out of the shower passed by a long desk.
The little queen, who was sitting obediently waiting for someone, saw the man walking towards her, holding a gourd in each hand, with a red line in the middle connecting the gourd to the handle.
A gourd split in half, filled with sweet and intoxicating wine.
The woman stood up unconsciously and took the drink handed to her by the man.
The dim candlelight illuminated her rosy cheeks. Their arms were intertwined with their wide sleeves, and the two of them, who were very close to each other, raised their glasses and drank the wedding wine together.
Gourd tastes bitter, and when used to make a vessel for holding wine, it feels like your mouth is stained with a hint of bitterness.
But it's okay.
It implies that the couple will not only share the good times but also the bad times and hardships in the future.
Like a gourd that has been split into two and then becomes one, indistinguishable from each other.
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