Sometimes the palace is sunny

Chapter 102 Dujuan, Yao Dujuan
"My lord, Mr. Chu Jiyuan's first wife, Mrs. Yao, disappeared in October this year. Mrs. Yijitongmi and Mrs. Shouchenghou only received Mrs. Chu's daughter and granddaughter."

The pen that was correcting the memorial paused, Shen Shiqing raised her head and looked at Sanmao who was waiting on the side.

"Master Yao has gone?"

The three cats shrunk their chins, did not dare to laugh, and nodded solemnly: "Yes, counting the days, it is just over a month."

"That's when I just decided to restore Chu Jiyuan."

Shen Shiqing looked at the memorial in front of her, finished the notes she was supposed to write, and put the pen back on the pen holder.

Sanmao carefully watched the face of his prince, but did not dare to speak.

The emperor's face was as usual, as if he was just a little tired from correcting the memorial, he raised his hand and rubbed the ink in circles.

The ink sticks rotated in order in the inkstone at the end of the dragon's head, and the clear water that was tapped in gradually became colored.

It's like a very deep tune, one sound, another sound.

Early in the morning, snowflakes fell in the sky again. Chu Yuanjin took her daughter to clean the yard together, smiling as she watched her daughter carefully hold the snow that fell on the bamboo leaves in her palm.

Aunt Mi and Mrs. Liang came to help every day, and Chu Yuanjin didn't feel sad.

"I was born 57 years ago, and I am worthy of my admiration. The fairy flower is an extraordinary product, and the rhododendron is the most affectionate and sexual."

After waiting for a long time but not waiting for the next sentence, Gao Wanxin called softly.

She told this to A Niang.

I also heard her mother say: "How many women are there in the world who are as lucky as our mother and daughter? Just like your aunt Yao, she is knowledgeable, her family background is mediocre, her parents-in-law are on her head, and your Uncle Chu's salary She also needs to provide for the elderly and pay for the family expenses. How can she do it? When a son marries a daughter-in-law and a daughter marries, it is all money. Her family has only one old servant, and she has to do all the work such as fetching water and cooking by herself. I have to make my own quilt, and we have to weave in the dark at night, and I can’t even bear lamp oil.”

Because of her dexterity, she could really copy Uncle Chu's handwriting to a near or near degree, and Aunt Yao believed it a little, so she asked Uncle Chu to copy the copybook neatly and send it to her.

"Aunt Yao?"

Rough hands caressed her head and held her in his arms.

His Majesty grinds the ink himself?

A Niang didn't say anything, she only gave her a tael of silver, and then told her that in the next ten days, all the expenses of her courtyard would be paid out of this tael of silver.

In the past two days, no matter how earnestly those mourners cried, she never shed another tear.

Shen Shiqing looked at herself in the mirror, with a slight smile on her face: "Thank you, Aunt Yao."

Gao Wanxin wrote down what His Majesty said word by word, and when she saw the elegant and dignified pavilions falling on the paper, she also sighed in her heart.

Chu Yuanjin enshrined her mother's tablet in the main hall of the mansion, and following Princess Yueqing's announcement of the imperial decree to posthumously grant her mother the second rank, some of her father's acquaintances also knew that her mother had passed away. Family members were sent to express their condolences.

She also pretended that she liked Uncle Chu's calligraphy very much, and every time Aunt Yao refused to accept the gift, she would laugh and say that Uncle Chu made a copybook for her, which was an excellent courtesy.

It is Rhododendron.

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Shen Shiqing raised her feet and walked up the fairy tower, the stairs made of mahogany made heavy footsteps even when stepping on it.

But she didn't come in, just put a long box at the door of her house, and bowed three times to the memorial tablet placed in the main hall.

"Senior lady."

Gao Wanxin's heart skipped a beat, she glanced at His Majesty, but saw His Majesty's expression was as calm as usual, she regained her composure, and walked up to the royal case.

It was as if a thread had been stretched unknowingly in the warm pavilion.

"Yes."

"His Majesty?"

If you don't pay attention, the silk thread will be broken, and this huge court will be thrown off their feet.

Her mother stroked her head:
"Little Ah Qing, the name Chu Jiyuan shines in the government and the public, because there is a woman named Yao Dujuan behind him, you have to remember."

Gao Wanxin thought that His Majesty would have other orders, but she didn't.

Not only my father, Uncle Chu, and Uncle Li would get together to compose poems, but occasionally, my mother would post a post and invite their aunts to visit.

"Mother, there is a guest outside, he is such a beautiful brother!"

Aunt Yao, who has been wearing plain clothes all year round, rarely wears a crimson shirt, and there is a gold hairpin on her head, which looks much brighter than usual.

She walked behind her with a smile and picked up the comb: "Your aunt and I want to help, but your aunt takes care of everything inside and out very well. After thinking about it, I am a well-rounded person, and I am here to replace little Ah Qing." How about brushing your hair?"

Compared with Auntie's calloused hands, Aunt Yao's hands are rough, with wide knuckles, dry black skin, and small chapped marks on the belly of the fingers.

Such a wonderful woman, she just went like this.

"Mom, what kind of flower is this, it's so beautiful!"

Shen Shiqing looked at the cracks in the bricks on the ground, and suddenly thought of the day she married into Xie's family.

Her mother has been paying attention to the news in her yard, and she brought people to see the two little tabby cats with crying faces and laughed for a while.

The faces of the two were reflected in the mirror at the same time, Shen Shiqing was smiling, and Yao Dujuan was looking at Shen Shiqing.

"With a heart of sincerity, with a beautiful heart, to help the poor and the weak, to do good deeds..."

After dictating the will of posthumous imperial seal, Shen Shiqing stood on the fairy tower, looking into the distance through the opposite window.

Pulling up her sleeves, she raised her pen and waited for His Majesty's will.

She understood Aunt Yao's silence and indifference, and treated her no differently from others. Her mother taught her to prepare gifts for people close to her during the New Year's Eve. She also learned to give Aunt Yao fewer gold and silver ornaments and more real cloth, silk, vegetables and meat.

After finishing speaking, Gao Wanxin lowered her head again, dipped the pen again, and wrote those two sentences squarely.

"My lord, please leave your name, my family does not accept sacrifices."

Gao Wanxin stood still in front of the side case, raised her hand to polish the ink, but saw His Majesty wave his hand:

A pair of young masters and servants in their early ten years were sitting opposite each other. In front of them was a plate of pickles and two children's fist-sized steamed buns. They stared at each other and refused to eat, and finally turned into hugging each other and crying.

These words are not like imperial edicts, but more like a eulogy, with some doubts in her heart, Gao Wanxin still wrote down what Her Majesty said one by one.

Shen Shiqing, who was still a little girl, flattened her mouth:
"Mother taught me this way because I said Aunt Yao was poor, I understand."

"What's your majesty's order?"

"Understood." Shen Shiqing pouted, "I will definitely earn money, just like my mother, I will never live in poverty."

The corners of Gao Wanxin's lips moved slightly, showing a little smile:
"My minister thought it would be good to write this on the imperial seal."

"Little Ah Qing."

She did many things during her lifetime, all because she was Yao Dujuan.

Needlework requires money, straw paper requires money, and tea-burning firewood requires money... What's worse, a mere tael of silver tied her up to the matter of researching new paints. Let yourself continue to ponder the paint when you are not hungry.

"I want to write a letter, you write."

"It's Rhododendron."

Shen Shiqing raised her head and heard her mother say:
"Look at Uncle Chu again. Everyone in the capital knows that he is thrifty, but his clothes are damaged? He drank tea with your father, but was there ever a time when he was extremely poor?"

Her mother told her to be patient, her aunt told her to be virtuous, and her uncle told her to be cautious in everything at Xie's house. Only Aunt Yao, she was like the purest cuckoo in the mountains. When she saw a pure little girl, she made her cry.

Chu Yuanjin looked over and saw a man in a green robe standing in front of the open door.

"His Majesty."

Yao Dujuan.

"Yes."

"You come here to write, Mo Zhen has already worn it out."

Looking at Aunt Yao like that, Shen Shiqing, who was young and spoiled, naturally didn't like it. She even secretly felt that Aunt Yao was a little cold, boring and petty, and it didn't match Uncle Chu who was so open-minded in conversation.

"His Majesty."

Shen Shiqing was stunned: "Auntie?"

Gao Wanxin read the entire imperial decree again.

"After the imperial decree is sealed, please take the time to make a trip to Duanji Hall, Zhao Xueshi."

With the sound of footsteps, His Majesty came down from the fairy tower, walked back to the throne, and continued to review the memorial.

Just like before my mother was alive, Chu Yuanjin confiscated no gifts except from people she knew very well.

It is completely different from the previous imperial decree of awarding orders, this decree does not mention the achievements of the husband at all, it just tells everyone that there is an excellent person in this world, named Yao Dujuan.

At that time, she was not Shen Yin and Shen Lizhen who was talented and talented in painting in front of men, but the little Ah Qing who was hugged and caressed by her aunts.

The young His Majesty was standing on the second floor of the fairy tower. The light from the setting sun was not high enough to illuminate his face so that people could get a glimpse of his expression.

She got married in a hurry, her mother was not in good health, and her aunt took care of things for her. On the day of her wedding, she thought that no one would come to the door, but suddenly she heard Chuiyun laughing and saying:
"Look, girl, Mrs. Yao from Chu Shilang's family is here."

Shen Shiqing didn't think there was anything at first, the five or six maids in her yard only spent tens of pennies for food every day, she was a bit more frugal, and she could always get by, maybe there was still one or two hundred pennies left for her Go buy stones and come back to grind paint.

On the fifth day, looking at the purse with only the bottom left, she even planned to only set aside food money for the maids, and spend the remaining five days by drinking clean water. Tunan knew her plan, what did she say? They all refused to eat.

Shen Shiqing sniffed.

After getting along for a long time, it was like spring water washing away the dust and soil on the rocks, and Shen Shiqing also tasted a little beauty from Aunt Yao's bland and peaceful appearance.

Compared with Aunt Mi who likes to joke, Aunt Yao is always a little cold, not only often refuses to come to the door, but also just sits in a corner and keeps silent every time she comes. When others talk about fashionable clothes and new pens and inks, Aunt Yao remained silent.

Her mother laughed: "Your mother, I can live comfortably because my mother's family is rich. Even if you can earn money to support yourself in the future, it is because your family has raised you and taught you skills. The way I train horses is from It was trained with hundreds of horses, and your literary and painting skills were taught by the number one scholar in the dynasty."

It was just empty, as if she returned to Yanjing City, but buried her own soul with A Niang.

But at the moment of being hugged, she cried out.

"What? Can't what I said be used on the imperial seal?"

Looking at the letter, Shen Shiqing felt that she was looking at a painting, which was hidden behind layers of clouds and mist, and the painting was a rhododendron.

It seemed that the slightly choked up dictation just now was just a dream of Gao Wanxin.

Aunt Yao is kind-hearted, even though she has to work until midnight, she still buys medicine for her poor neighbors.

Aunt Yao was sometimes cunning, and she was also happy when she got a few extra bones when buying meat, and would write it in a letter to A Niang, saying:
"One catty of lean meat, two catties of pork bones, three days of joy, four days of aftertaste, directly teach people to obey the five internal organs."

But after two days, she only had three hundred Wen in her hand.

She said: "Little Ah Qing, you are getting married today, so you can't force yourself to smile all the time, just cry if you want."

After laughing, A Niang personally took a handkerchief to wipe her face, and asked her again:
"How, now you know it's hard to be a poor family?"

After Chu Yuanjin finished speaking, she quickly bit her hand. She didn't cry out, but the tears still flowed out.

Yao Dujuan, who was finally seen clearly by her, combed her hair on the day of her marriage, stroking her hair again and again.

Yao Dujuan.

Shen Shiqing stood under the fairy tower of the Nuan Pavilion, supported the red wooden pillar with her hands, lowered her head and said slowly:
"Mrs. Yao, she is wise and reticent. She is polite and courteous. She married into the Chu residence. She is thrifty and hardworking. She only cares about the day and night, and she is respectful and slack..."

Little by little, she saw the flowers and paintings clearly.

"Cry, the woman who will cry when she gets married is the one who has a family behind her. After crying this time, she has left her tears in the place where she was born. Only then can she endure the grievances that she couldn't bear before and do her best. Things that couldn't be done before."

Gao Wanxin was sorting out the case files in the main hall of Qianqing Palace, and soon came to the Nuan Pavilion.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Chu Yuanjin frowned and opened the long box, only to find a painting scroll inside.

There was a soft chime, Sanmao panicked, and heard the emperor order him: "Go and call the high lady."

Those people who are crying are the imperial court's second-rank imperial order, the wife of Youdu Yushi, the wife of Chu Jiyuan, a miserable person who missed the good life, and what does it have to do with her mother?

Shen Shiqing thought that she could bear it, the pain of losing her father, the pain of her mother's illness, the bleakness of the future, and the confusion of the future. She clearly endured it until today, and she thought she could endure it forever.

But the man didn't seem to hear it, turned around and got on his horse and walked away in a blink of an eye.

The ink was almost dripping on the paper, Gao Wanxin hastily straightened the nib of the pen, raised her head to look at His Majesty hastily.

Shen Shiqing scratched the red pillar with her fingers, and said:

The six corners are complete, that is, the parents-in-law are all present, the parents are still alive, the husband is healthy, and the children are both.

Shen Shiqing remembered.

Snow stopped.

　I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival.

　　Will try to update tomorrow!

　　It may be because the air humidity is too low, the eyes are very dry, I can't finish writing before 01:30, my family asked me to sleep, and I will update it in the morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)