Staying warm despite the ice and snow (Qing Palace) Author: Qing Muxiang gathered for a banquet in the fiftieth year of Kangxi's reign, winter.

Qiaoxuan rubbed her hands vigorously, and her frozen fingers finally gained some feeling.

Tonight, the ninth elder brother Yinzhen invited the eighth elder brother, the tenth elder brother, the fourteenth elder brother and their family members to come to Beizi Mansion to listen to the play.

Her status in the mansion was not high, so she was only arranged to sit in the corner farthest from the stage. The charcoal stove next to her had already gone out because no one came to refill the charcoal in time.

She wrapped her azure cotton robe tightly around her body and still shivered twice in a row.

I saw my brother Fujin sitting at the two main tables in the middle of the stand, all dressed in furs and fine clothes. The heaters around were all burning brightly, and several family members who were afraid of the cold even held hand stoves.

Sighing, he took a small cup of wine on the table and drank it in one gulp, but it was also cold.

She only had a delicate appearance, and Amma was only a seventh-rank commander of the Han Army Banner. After being drafted into the palace, she was only assigned to the Concubine Rong as a rough maid to do laundry.

I thought I was going to spend ten long years in the forbidden palace like this, but I didn't want to be taken by the Nine Princes all at once.

That day, she was hanging clothes in the back yard of Chuxiu Palace, humming folk songs from her hometown.

"What's your name?" A low and magnetic voice sounded from behind.

Qiao Xuan suddenly turned around and saw a young man on the steps lazily leaning on the pillar and looking at her with interest.

Wearing a sapphire blue robe, covered with a silver-white mandarin coat with gold threads, and a riding whip dangling in his hand, he is tall and handsome, with a jade tree facing the wind.

"My servant Qiaoxuan has met Brother Jiu."

She quickly put down her clothes and knelt down to kowtow.

It was quiet all around, except for the occasional rustle of the autumn wind blowing through the sycamore trees.

Her jaw hurt slightly, and a riding crop was handed to her to gently lift her face.

Against the light, Qiaoxuan looked at the person in front of her in a daze. Among the many princes, the ninth prince and the prince were the best looking. Others said they looked like his biological mother, Concubine Yi, so their faces were rather feminine. Fortunately, they were both beautiful.

The thick sword-shaped eyebrows added a bit of heroic spirit.

But Brother Ninth always has a gloomy face on weekdays and is not as kind as Brother Eight, so every time he meets him, he always kneels in the crowd tremblingly in fear, not daring to take another look. But at this time

When she met those eyes as deep as a deep pool, she had already lost her mind. After that, she entered Beizi Mansion, and for a while she envied many of her sisters who were suffering in the palace like her.

But who would have thought that after entering the mansion and facing the group of pretty Fujin concubines, she realized that she was just a green leaf serving as a foil for the red flowers, and was just something that the romantic elder brother caught his eye by chance.

A little palace maid.

The sweet love at the beginning turned into sour tears every night as time went by. The slaves also gradually turned from flattery at the beginning to indifference and neglect because of their loss of favor.

"Are you the palace maid that I begged from Concubine Rong?" The sarcastic voice of the concubine Lang from Jin the day before yesterday was still in my ears: "Such a beauty has caught my eye, I don't know what kind of charming tricks you used!"

Shi stroked her cold face with his hand and said with a smile: "The skin is still tender, but it's a pity -" As she spoke, Qiaoxuan had five fingerprints on her face.

"I'm a lowly person. I thought I was powerful for a few days but then I didn't know how big I was. I'm just a piece of shit!" Qiaoxuan felt aggrieved and was afraid of Lang's status. She didn't feel like defending and shed tears silently.

"What's going on?" Yinzhen came over, glanced at her, and asked Lang with a sullen face: "You are doing something in broad daylight. What is your identity? Are you afraid of being laughed at if you spread the word?"

He pouted and said: "The sixth day of this month is my birthday. During the day, you said you would come to my room at night. Who would have thought that you would find yourself in the nest of a foxy girl in the blink of an eye. I don't know what is better about her than me."

"Is that so?" Yinzhen originally didn't like jealousy between wives and concubines, but when he saw her angry look, he felt a move in his heart and said with a smile: "I was negligent. I drank two more drinks that day, and I forgot about you for a while."

I'm here to apologize to you." "Who cares?" Lang snorted coldly.

Yinzhen whispered into her ear: "A few days ago, a French businessman gave me a bottle of perfume. I originally wanted to give it to Wanqing, but now I'll give it to you. Aren't you always clamoring for tribute from the Western Regions with me?

The smell of spices is too strong. I smell this bottle of perfume. It must smell good when applied to you!" Lang avoided him and said, "You gave me the things you originally wanted to give to my sister. Wouldn't it make me angry if she found out?

"You have no intention of harming me!" "How can I harm you? It's too late for me to hurt you!" Yinzhen said with a smile when he saw her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were full of spring.

Lang spat at him: "I hate you!" and ran away.

Yinzhen was already distracted at this moment and quickly chased after him.

Qiaoxuan stared blankly at the backs of the two of them, feeling a chill surge up from her back, penetrating her heart and lungs. The wounds on her face were still aching, but she could no longer shed tears.

"The Palace of Eternal Life" is being sung on the stage. Emperor Ming of Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang are swearing to each other in the moonlight. The song is long and touching, and it is so touching.

This time all the elder brothers looked bad. In the past two years, this group of elder brothers, headed by the eighth elder brother Yinhu, had lost power in front of the emperor. In September last year, the eighth elder brother was deprived of his title, but in December he was given it back.

Baylor's title, but the favor is no longer what it used to be.