Chapter 81: First Snow Blessing 2
Song Zhao stared at the snow scene outside the window infatuatedly.
Dust-covered memories surged out from the bottom of her heart, flowed through her body with her blood, and blinded her eyes.
She seemed to see again the mother who lived in her memory, forever young.
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"Nannan, look, it's snowing outside."
Bai stood outside the bedroom door, pointing at the snowflakes flying in the sky, and smiled as she spoke to Song Zhao who was cutting paper in the room.
Song Zhao glanced outside the door, and a bright smile immediately appeared on his chubby face.
"Wow! So beautiful!"
She ran towards the door excitedly, but she was not careful on her way out and was tripped by the door frame.
The little girl fell to the cold ground under the porch and cried in pain.
Bai was extremely anxious and ran to her daughter's side.
She wanted to bend down and help Song Zhao up, and even squatted down, but she was hesitant to extend her hand.
Song Zhao cried until her nose turned red, and she looked at Bai Shi with a feeling of grievance.
"Mother, it hurts... Hug me..."
But Bai said, "Nannan, people always fall down. It doesn't matter if you fall down. What matters is that you learn how to get up on your own."
She gently stroked Song Zhao's forehead, her eyes full of heartache.
"Nannan is the strongest. Auntie will be with you."
The little girl's palms were scraped and her knees were in great pain.
I tried twice but failed to stand up.
But she seemed to be born with a tenacity that refused to admit defeat. The harder she tried to get up, the more angry she became with herself.
After struggling three or five times, she finally climbed up by her own efforts.
The strange thing was that when she got up by herself, she suddenly stopped crying.
It seems that the injuries on my body don’t hurt as much anymore.
Bai looked at her and smiled until her eyes narrowed into slits.
This was the first time Song Zhao saw his mother smile so happily.
The mother picked her up and kissed her heavily on the forehead.
"Nannan, you are awesome. Can I take you to build a snowman?"
"Okay! Mom is the most skillful. She is going to build a big snowman for me!"
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"My lady? My lady, do you think the snowman I made is good-looking?"
The wandering thoughts were pulled back by Yunshan's voice calling in my ear.
In fact, Song Zhao didn't want to recall what happened afterwards.
Because when Bai was making a snowman for her, Jiang suddenly attacked and whipped Bai to death that day.
The young Song Zhao didn't know what was going on at that time.
She thought her mother was asleep, and she kept thinking that her mother would get up at dawn tomorrow and use the fallen snow in the yard to build the most beautiful snowman for her.
But I didn't expect that I would have to wait until now.
At this moment, Song Zhao looked at the snowman in Yunshan's hand. His eyes were a little sore, but he still nodded with a smile and said in a heavy voice:
"nice,"
“It looks good.”
Yunshan pointed out the window with a smile, "The snow outside is getting heavier. When the snow stops, I will make a big one for you!"
Bai taught Song Zhao that there are times of sadness and times of joy, and told her to never indulge in sadness and to learn to look forward.
Therefore, Song Zhao never complained about himself, and his sad mood came and went quickly.
She took a deep breath and soon recovered.
He took the snowman from Yunshan and placed it on the table.
He took Yunshan's hand and rubbed it for her, and whispered in a low voice:
"You, you're just having fun, aren't you afraid of freezing your hands?"
As he spoke, he took her hand and placed it on the steam rising from the charcoal basin, letting her warm herself by the fire.
Spruce likes snowy days very much.
She raised her head and looked out the window, muttering, "Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar month. It's the first snow on the fifteenth day. It's a very good omen."
After hearing what she said, Song Zhao suddenly thought of something and said:
"Praying on the first snow day is a good omen, but I heard that the Queen Mother is worshipping Buddha these days, and the Queen has to accompany her, so the concubines are not allowed to enter the Dharma Temple in the palace. We have to take advantage of the joyous atmosphere. Since we can't go to the Dharma Temple, why don't we find a place with auspicious meanings and pray at night?"
Yunshan thought for a moment and said, "Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar month. On the fifteenth day of every month, the emperor always stays in the palace of the empress. Today he will not summon you to sleep with him. It is not impossible for you to pray for a good omen. However, in winter, all flowers are withered, and only the red plums in the Plum Garden are in full bloom. It is an auspicious place, but... there are snakes in that place, so we should avoid going there."
Song Zhao said, "After the incident, the people from the Flower and Bird Bureau turned Plum Garden upside down. If there is another problem, will they still have their heads? It doesn't matter, let's go there."
Although he said he was going to pray, Song Zhao didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.
At 9 o'clock in the evening, Yunshan thought she would not go, but she was ready to go at this time, putting on new makeup, and said:
"Let's go. There are few people walking around in the palace now, so we can have some peace and quiet."
The master and servant walked through the snow all the way to the Plum Garden.
I haven't been here for ten days or so, and the red plum blossoms in the plum garden are blooming even more luxuriantly.
At first glance, the red and white colors are connected into one, which is a beautiful sight.
Song Zhao untied her blue cloak and was about to take it off, but Yunshan immediately grabbed her shoulders and stopped her.
"What are you doing, young lady? It's freezing and snowy, and your lining is thin. What if you take off your coat and get frozen?"
Song Zhao laughed at her, "People are not made of paper, how can they be frozen to death so easily?"
He took off his cloak and handed it to Yunshan. "I'm here to pray. This requires sincerity. If I'm afraid of even the cold weather, I'd be disrespectful if the gods and Buddhas saw me praying like this."
As she spoke, she straightened her clothes and knelt respectfully in the snow.
Yunshan couldn't persuade her, so he had to kneel down with her.
She deliberately knelt on Song Zhao's left side, blocking the wind so that Song Zhao would not be blown directly by the cold wind.
Song Zhao looked very pious.
He closed his eyes, put his hands together, and said respectfully:
"The first snow is auspicious, and good fortune is coming from heaven. Sister Xiao is pregnant, and I hope that heaven will bless her and let her have a safe and smooth pregnancy, so that she can bring more children and blessings to the emperor."
After saying this, he kowtowed and continued:
"I wish that God will bless our dynasty and bring prosperity to our generations. God will bless our emperor and may he live long and be blessed."
After he finished speaking, he kowtowed three times in succession.
Yunshan stared at Song Zhao, and felt distressed when she saw that her hair was covered with snow.
"My lady, we have finished praying. May I help you up?"
She wanted to support Song Zhao, but Song Zhao dodged her effortlessly.
Song Zhao still clasped his hands together, knelt straight, and whispered:
"Praying for blessings is not something that can be done at the last minute. It must be done with sincerity and respect. I hope that everything is going well for the emperor. How can I just do it superficially? Even if I kneel three times and kowtow nine times, I still feel that it is not sincere enough."
Yunshan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and thought to himself:
If I were to perform the ceremony of three kneelings and nine kowtows in the snow, my young master would definitely be bedridden tomorrow.
She was about to persuade him again,
But I felt a shadow covering me from behind.
Then a dazzling bright yellow flashed across the end of her eyes.
Looking closely, he saw a pair of bony hands falling down and putting a jet-black fox fur cloak on Song Zhao's shoulders.
Song Zhao felt a weight on his shoulder and was startled. He subconsciously turned around to look.
Until her eyes met Xiao Jingheng's burning gaze.
She was at a loss for a moment, and almost fell to the ground in panic.
"Your Majesty?"
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