wedding dress

Chapter 49 Birthday
The fourth day of October is King An's birthday.

Zhao Lu and Xiaodong got up early in the morning, dressed neatly, and paid homage to King An's birthday.

Zhao Lu's birthday gift is a hand-copied Baishou character, and Xiao Dong's birthday gift is an embroidered purse.

Wang An accepted it with a smile, praised Zhao Lu's handwriting, and praised Xiaodong: "Yeah, the embroidery is pretty good."

This must be an unconscionable boast.

Xiaodong has self-knowledge, how to put it this way, there is still a long, long way to go before being good.

But she can proudly say that she did it all by herself, without any help from others.

From the appearance of picking the fabric and picking the flowers, she did it by herself. Although she had pricked her hands a few times in the middle, the final product could barely be seen to be a wishful shape. The pattern embroidered on it, she thought of Songhe at first—no, Then even if she pierced her fingers into a sieve, she wouldn't be able to embroider it well.Then I thought of Chunxuan—it was not easy.

So the final pattern on the purse is peaches.

The big and plump peaches look very pink against the dark green background.

The hard work is very hard, and my eyes are red from the boil.Hu's distress wanted to do a few injections for her, but Xiaodong refused.

But hard work pays off.King An put this purse on his body, and put a small chapter that he carried with him in it, to show that this purse is really useful and practical.

Xiaodong squinted his eyes with a smile, tugging on Wang An's sleeve and refusing to let go.

She also handed An Wang a handkerchief bag when others were not paying attention.

"what is this?"

Xiaodong leaned close to King An's ear and whispered, "It was given by the Empress Dowager."

That's a belt.

Xiaodong didn't quite understand why the Empress Dowager Shengci didn't just send this belt with the birthday gift from the palace, or simply called King An to Changchun Palace and handed it to her face to face, but asked her to pass it on.

Perhaps the reasons for this are complex.

Wang An put away his handkerchief and smiled at Xiaodong, as if the two of them shared a cute little secret.

Xiaodong pouted, Wang An bowed knowingly.

Xiaodong lightly "tweeted" on his forehead, then turned his head to observe vigilantly, like a little fox secretly storing food, afraid of being seen by others.

Mrs. Ming and two other concubines of King An also came to pay their respects, and they all said that the birthday gifts were made by themselves.Mrs. Ming gave a robe, and the other two gave shoes.

It was the first time that Xiaodong looked at Wang An's three women head-on.

Mrs. Ming is undoubtedly beautiful.She is also the younger sister of Imperial Concubine Ming, and has the status of a wife.Although Wang An was very cold towards her...it was not a normal neglect, basically, according to the gossip news from Mama Hu and the others, Wang An rarely went to her room once a month.

The other two Xiaodongs had almost no memory at all.They were like invisible people in the palace, Xiaodong desperately recalled, it seemed that one day she met one of them outside the greenhouse, said hello hurriedly, didn't even see her face clearly, only remembered that her figure was slender, The back is pretty.

And today Xiaodong recognized her at a glance, she is standing on the left, fair complexion, low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, she is not annoying.I heard others call her Aunt Liu.

The other one is surnamed Cheng, she looks generous, with a faint smile on her lips, she is neither overly enthusiastic nor indifferent, as if she can do whatever you need her to do perfectly.The way she feels from head to toe reminds Xiaodong of a person.

The same was true of a female officer surnamed Gao she met when she entered the palace for the first time.generous, appropriate,

I heard that this Auntie Cheng also came from the palace, probably they all received the same training, right?
Qin Lie, Shen Jing, Shen Qiang and Yao Jinfeng also came to pay respects to King An on his birthday.

There were no outsiders, and for such a powerful person as King An, this birthday was too simple.No drinking, no troupe, no dancing, music and firecrackers, no crowds of guests.

Xiaodong felt that King An's way of life was like a hermit, as if he had never seen any friends, and he had no contact with those clan princes and county princes.There is a saying that Da Yin hides in the court, and Xiaodong thinks this is very reasonable.

She had a feeling that if King An wasn't because of his status as a prince, he would probably have completely escaped into the mountains and forests to be with the idle clouds and wild cranes.

He fits that life.

Xiaodong imagined what Wang An would look like in a plain linen robe and bare feet—well, not only is it suitable, but also very handsome.

Xiaodong scooped up a spoonful of sweet soup and stuffed it into his mouth with a smile.

It was warm in the flower hall, Xiaodong looked at Wang An who was sitting at the top, and at Zhao Lu who was sitting opposite her.

There is usually a lazy sense of satisfaction after a full meal.

She saw Fu Hai walking over quickly, and the soles of his boots rubbed against the ground.

He whispered a word in Wang An's ear, Xiaodong was close, and heard the last part of his sentence: "... already arrived at the gate of the mansion."

someone is coming?

Xiaodong raised his head, Wang An nodded, told Zhao Lu and the others not to play for too long, then got up and left.

Zhao Lu watched him go out, he didn't seem surprised.

Xiaodong asked him in a low voice: "Brother, who is here?"

Sure enough, Zhao Lu knew, and answered her in a low voice: "It's the emperor."

What does he come to do?
However, Shen Qiang had already handed over a small bucket containing flower balls, Xiaodong picked one out, opened the tether underneath, and pulled out the note.

There is a riddle written on it: there are still Shumei by the pool, with a flower name.

Xiaodong was in a daze, wondering why the emperor came to the palace at this time.

Shen Qiang helped her read the riddle again, and said with a smile: "Hey, guess it? If you can't guess it, you have to accept the punishment."

Xiaodong looked down at the note again, probably too full to eat, his mind was empty, looking at those words, he couldn't think of the answer.

She raised her head, and Qin Lie, who was sitting diagonally opposite, was looking at her with concern, his lips slightly opened and closed.But he didn't dare to make his mouth too obvious because he was afraid that others would see him giving advice to Xiaodong, so Xiaodong didn't care what the two words he said until he repeated it for the third time.

"Begonia."

Shen Qiang was disappointed: "Oh, I guessed again."

The flower bucket was passed to Zhao Lu's hands, and he also took out one with a smile, but it was an anagram. After thinking about it, he also guessed it right.It was Yao Jinfeng's turn next, but she didn't guess it, she was held down by Shen Qiang and poured a large cup of bitter tea.There was no wine at the banquet, and the bitter tea was used as a drinker. It was sour and astringent. After the first sip, it seemed as if there were many small needles pricking the tongue.

Yao Jinfeng grimaced, the cup of tea spilled a lot on her skirt.

Xiaodong lay on Zhao Lu's shoulder and giggled, admiring Yao Jinfeng's rare embarrassment.

The flower fight was passed on to Qin Lie.

Xiaodong felt that he would be able to guess it, but she hoped that he would not be able to guess it.

Ever since she fell ill and Qin Lie brought "a wild bird" to visit her sick, every time Xiaodong saw him for the first time, what she thought of was not Qin Lie, but—chicken.

A fluffy, fluffy chick that looks like a ball of thread.

Although Qin Lie's handsome face did not bear the slightest resemblance to Xiaoji's, Xiaodong thought that it would be impossible for this impression to disappear from her mind for a long, long time.

(End of this chapter)