Chapter 156: Ming Wei Hiding Ashes
As the Double Ninth Festival was approaching, there was an endless stream of people who came to the Palace of Compassion to Ning to give gifts to the Empress Dowager. After such a commotion for a long time, it finally calmed down.
"Yes, it's twenty-one more than last year. The Zhao family alone gave eight gifts, and all of them are good treasures," Bi Qiao said hurriedly, paused, and then said with a smile, "But The gift from the Zhao family was strange, they sent four copies early in the morning, and when Zhao Changrong left the palace, people from the Zhao family hurriedly sent someone to send four gifts over. It will be divided into two sessions, and it is the first time for the servants to see."
"Zhao Changrong has good eyesight, but it's a pity that he was born with a girl like Concubine Zhao, who is as unworthy as Concubine Zhao. He really has a hard heart," the Queen Mother said slowly, paused, and suddenly asked Bi Qiao, "An What did you send me?"
"Yes, Mrs. An from the family of Mr. An Zishang, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, personally entered the palace to give a gift. The gift was a gilt bronze statue of Puxian Bodhisattva, which is very exquisite," Bi Qiao said hurriedly, adding, "And Xiao An, send He gave the Queen Mother a pair of sachets embroidered by himself, saying that there are spices in them, which can help the Queen Mother sleep well."
"Bring the sachet to Aijia to see." The queen mother said slowly.
"Yes," Bi Qiao was busy looking for the pair of sachets and presented them to the Empress Dowager, "Please have a look at the Empress Dowager."
The Empress Dowager looked at the two sachets embroidered with Wangyoucao on the tray. The workmanship was not outstanding, and the embroidery was only average, but it was considered top-notch among noble ladies from aristocratic families. The Empress Dowager was obviously very satisfied. , nodded gently: "The craftsmanship is not bad."
"My servant also thinks that Xiao An's craftsmanship is good," Bi Qiao said with a smile, "And Xiao An also puts her heart into it. If the noble lady next to her must have embroidered peonies and phoenixes, this Xiao An embroidered Wangyou." Grass, the mind is unique."
The Queen Mother didn't speak, but she stretched out her hand and gently stroked the soft and gentle forget-sorrow grass on the sachet, and nodded for a while: "Okay, take it off."
"Yes." Bi Qiao bowed and stepped back with the tray in hand.
September 18th, 32nd year of Jiasheng
Ning Guta.
It was completely cold, and when I got up early, a thin layer of ice had formed inside the wooden basin. A Chou grinned and fetched a bucket of water from the well, and quickly carried it into the room.
"Zhong Mingwei, it's freezing outside!" Ah Chou said to Zhong Mingwei while rubbing his hands, "Look, it's going to snow in a few days."
"Is there enough food at home?" Zhong Mingwei was a little worried.
"Enough is enough, didn't you bring back a lot of food, vegetables and meat from the market the day before yesterday?" Ah Chou nodded hurriedly, while mixing cold water in the basin, he took it to wash Zhong Mingwei's face, while throwing a hot handkerchief over it. He rubbed it on Zhong Mingwei's face, "In a few days, I'll learn how to marinate cabbage with Grandma Chen. There are so many Chinese cabbages, enough for us to eat for a while."
"I'll just wash it myself..." Rao said so, but Zhong Mingwei didn't intend to reach out to pick up the handkerchief, and let Ah Chou rub his face one by one. He is not lazy, but he just likes Ah Chou. Chou washed his face, and the girl's little hand wrapped in a hot handkerchief wiped his face round and round, the feeling was indescribably beautiful.
"You can't wash well," A Chou said with disgust, and wiped Zhong Mingwei's ear from his chin with a handkerchief. Zhong Mingwei was so clean. She was cleaner than Zhong Mingwei, and she was meticulous in her work. Every time she washed Zhong Mingwei's face , the face, neck, ears and back of the head must be wiped again, but when it got behind the ears, Ah Chou was not satisfied, "Zhong Mingwei, you are hiding dust again, there is a layer behind the ears."
"Let's see, haven't you just washed yourself..." Zhong Mingwei couldn't believe it.
"Look, look," Ah Chou handed the veil in front of Zhong Mingwei. There were indeed a few tiny streaks of dirt on the snow-white veil. A Chou was very disgusted, "Did you see it?"
At this moment, Zhong Mingwei felt uncomfortable, scratching his head and humming: "There must be a lot of dust in this room, otherwise I wouldn't be able to grow so much dust on my body..."