Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 470
"It's okay, let her sleep well!" The emperor shook his hand and said with a smile, "Don't bother her!"

At this time, a servant came in to announce that His Royal Highness King Jin had arrived.

"Tell him to come in quickly!" The emperor's smile stopped a little bit, and the servant was stunned for a moment, but before he could speak, the emperor became impatient again: "It's been a while, the prince is here, why did he come?"

Li Xuanye was holding the jug to pour wine, when he heard this, he paused, looked at Zhao Xiwei, and suddenly asked, "What did Qiao An's daughter do with King Jin last time?"

"That matter..." Zhao Xiwei thought for a while, and briefly mentioned Qiao An's objection to Qiao Yunqian's opening of the teahouse.

Li Xuanye frowned: "Why didn't you look for me?"

Zhao Xiwei smelled the displeasure in this tone, and immediately felt a little guilty, and flattered him: "Isn't that because this matter is too troublesome? Your Highness is busy with government affairs every day, how can I trouble you for such a trivial matter!"

"Oh?" Li Xuanye looked at her with unfriendly eyes: "What's the trouble?"

Qiao An didn't let his daughter open the tea house, so he just called Qiao An over and gave him an order. Does Qiao An still dare to disobey his order?

Zhao Xi pursed his lips and smiled, took the jug from his hand, poured a glass of wine, and brought it to his lips in person, with a soft voice: "After all, this is Qiao An's family business. Letting go of the truth and provoking the impeachment of Yushitai—"

"So what?" He squeezed her wrist, took the wine glass from her, and said disapprovingly, "When will Yushitai stop impeaching me? When did I care?"

"Yes yes yes! Your Highness doesn't care!" Zhao Xiwei laughed "puh-bah", gave him a faint glance, and said, "But I do care, I don't want to burden Your Highness because of myself."

Li Xuanye glanced at her, drank the wine in the glass, then put down the glass, pinched her fingers on the table, and said with a smile: "But I am willing to make Wei'er suffer!"

Zhao Xiwei hurriedly pulled out his finger, glared at him in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "There are so many people watching!"

Li Xuan Yexu held his empty palm and smiled slightly.

When Jin Wang came in, the annual Lunar New Year bell and drum officially sounded.

But there are still two people missing, Pei Cairen and Princess Lingxi.

Everyone knew why Pei Cairen didn't come.But in front of King Jin, it's not easy to show it.The emperor smiled lightly and didn't ask any more questions. He just asked people to carry out the New Year's rewards.

However, Zhao Xiwei was thinking about Lingxi, thinking of the little farce on the boat, he always felt a little uneasy: "Are you tired from the cold wind blowing last night?"

Although the lantern was not too big or too small, Lingxi was a really delicate princess with delicate skin and tender flesh. It was probably the first time that someone deliberately hit her like this with something.

"She's like this, snoozing." Li Xuanye pushed the cherry cheese in front of her to her, and said with a smile, "It's not like our Weier, who can get up no matter how tired he is!"

The crystal clear glazed cup is filled with bright red cherries, dotted on the cheese like a snow mountain, just like a beauty who wakes up in the morning, with red lips and smooth skin, revealing a cold and frosty brilliance.

"You made fun of me again!" Zhao Xiwei blushed, and immediately thought of what happened when he got up in the morning.

He made trouble too late last night, and woke up feeling exhausted. In the morning when he woke her up, she simply hugged him and cheated.

How could it provoke him...

She hid while laughing, just in time for the female officer in charge outside to hear her, so she cleared her throat and reminded loudly through the palace door: "Crown Princess, today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, you are going to enter the palace to pay your majesty a New Year's greeting. Can't miss the hour!"

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The more Zhao Xiwei thought about it, the more embarrassed he felt, and hurriedly lowered his head to eat cherry cheese.

Li Xuanye looked at her cheeks that were redder than cherries, and a happy smile appeared on her lips.

After the ministers read the long New Year's Fu, it was time to reward the New Year gift.

Zhao Xi looked up slightly, feeling dazzled immediately.

Dozens of court ladies in crimson palace attire curled out from the side of the screen, each holding a red tray with begonias painted in gold, on which was placed a large plate of golden golden leaves, and the word "Fu" written in gold characters on red paper , and some exquisite and lovely jade articles.

But this is not the most eye-catching.

The most ingenious thing is that the emperor also prepared flowers.

They are packed in small flower baskets with golden silk handles, and clusters are stacked together, like clouds and brocades, colorful, and the whole hall is decorated like a sea of ​​flowers in spring.

The emperor smiled and said: "This is a new variety that Nanzhao Kingdom paid tribute to. The gardeners in the Imperial Garden have been cultivating it for half a year. Unexpectedly, it just caught up with the time and it bloomed overnight. I am very happy to see it, and I specially distributed it to you. Everyone rewards."

After he finished speaking, the group of palace people bent their knees and half knelt on the gold silk red carpet: "I invite you to send flowers."

"Thank you, Your Majesty Ron."

Everyone bowed down to worship, and more than a dozen court ladies came up, stretched out their slender hands, and made hairpins for the wives of the princes and dukes.

Both men and women in the Wei Dynasty were romantic, and the hairpin was a symbol of status, and it was also a noble and supreme etiquette.

Zhao Xiwei found it very novel.

When she was young, she lived with Shen Yuqing in the countryside. Although she had heard about such an elegant thing from the storyteller, it was the first time she had seen it with her own eyes.

The emperor bestowed flowers in various styles, such as bright red peonies, yellow chrysanthemums, white jasmines, pink and tender peonies, and green plums with green calyx...

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, it is not difficult to cultivate delicate and beautiful flowers. When Zhao Xiwei returned to the Zhao Mansion, he saw a large garden of flowers in the garden.

And in the palace, Concubine Shu's Pearl Mirror Hall was also planted with all kinds of flowers.

She still remembers the first time she went to the Pearl Mirror Hall, the cold wind was blowing, and the sea of ​​flowers was undulating, like clouds and clouds, with layers of red waves.

The East Palace is also equipped with greenhouses and gardeners. If she wants to, it is not difficult to cultivate flowers for four seasons.

It's just that Zhao Xiwei didn't think it was necessary.

She loves flowers, but what she loves is not their beauty, but their sweet and fragrant taste, and how they can be turned into tea suitable for all ages in her hands.

At least three or four people have to take good care of a precious variety. When the flowers bloom, cut them off and send them to the house, they will wither after only a few glances at most.

It is really the sound of every flower blooming, which is the sound of silver falling into the water.

There are so many flowers in the imperial garden, and there are only a dozen or so concubines. The emperor himself can't see it, so it is considered a kindness to distribute it to the ministers.

Zhao Xi thought to himself, feeling that the emperor seemed gentle and plain, but deep down he was extremely humane.

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Note: Hairpin flowers for men in ancient times are related to rituals.

"History of the Song Dynasty Li Zhi Fifteen": After the ceremony, the driving officer, Yingfeng official, and imperial guards, etc., and the hairpin flowers will be returned from the driving.

"Song History Yufu Five": "Zhongxing, suburban sacrifices, Mingtang ceremonies and Huiluan, officials and retinues with hairpin flowers, the same is true for the day of thanksgiving.

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