Chapter 370 371: Gifts
Mu Qing came back quickly, and said in a low voice: "Master, the emperor is in Yaohua Palace right now."
An Shutong was not surprised, nodded slightly and said: "Then today cannot pass."
"Master..." Mu Qing didn't quite understand what master meant, wouldn't it be a good time for the emperor to go over to pay his respects at the Yaohua Palace?
An Shutong waved his hand, "You don't understand."
Mu Qing really didn't understand, but she also felt that it was too much for Concubine Ming to dominate the emperor by herself. With so many people in the harem, it's hard for others to guard the empty boudoir alone.
An Shutong took out the needlework she had been making earlier. It was a coat worn by children, with fine stitches and a lifelike embroidered tiger head.
Watching her master start sewing again, Mu Qing felt even more distressed. This little tiger head jacket is difficult to embroider, especially since there are dozens of tiger heads in the front, back, and back, it takes a lot of time to embroider.
Mu Qing backed out quietly, standing under the eaves in a daze.
Yingxue came over and looked at her, looking at her like this, she asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Mu Qing said dejectedly: "The master is embroidering clothes again, I just think it's useless to embroider."
Yingxue saw Mu Qing like this, she stopped walking towards the hall, dragged her to the small tea room, closed the door and said in a low voice: "What nonsense are you talking about, don't say such things in the future."
"Isn't what I'm telling the truth? I'm afraid that even if the master really sends it to the eldest prince, the concubine Ming might not like it. Even if she likes it, she might not necessarily help the master." The more Mu Qing said, the more frustrated she became.
Yingxue frowned, "Master embroidered clothes for the eldest prince, just to express his affection, don't think too much about it."
Mu Qing frowned, "Why am I thinking wildly, it's obviously..."
"Shut up, don't cause trouble for the master." Yingxue said hurriedly, she knew what Mu Qing meant, but so what, the concubine Ming gave birth to the eldest prince, and now the emperor only has concubine Ming in his eyes. ...Because of the empress dowager, I am afraid that the emperor may have some opinions on his own master, and there is nothing to do about it.
Mu Qing became even more frustrated, "Yingxue, do you really think there is nothing you can do?"
Yingxue shook her head, "Who would know? You and I should do our part well, and don't cause trouble for the master. The concubine Ming is not a soft-hearted person. If we bump into her, we will be fined." It’s just a low life, I’m afraid it’s going to tire the master, don’t you remember?”
Mu Qing was taken aback by Yingxue's stern tone, and hurriedly nodded, "I know, I'm just dissatisfied with my master, and I don't dare to show it outside."
"You just remember." Yingxue pursed her lips, "Can't you understand the current situation in the palace? Master has no chance to make his mark now, so he can only wait."
wait?
Until when?
Who knows, I'm afraid it will take until Concubine Ming falls out of favor, but how long will she have to wait?
This is even more unknown.
This one has been favored since entering the palace, and it has been three or four years now, and there is no sign of falling out of favor.
It is most powerless to endure like this.
Song Yunzhao didn't know what was going on in Huayang Palace. She watched Feng Yi and Feng Xi playing in the courtyard.
She is not talkative, and Feng Yi is not a talkative person either, somehow she gave birth to a son who is so talkative.
It was getting dark, and the father and father entered the door sweating. Song Yunzhao sent the nanny to take Feng Yi to take a bath. She also had hot water prepared on her side, and Feng Yi went to the clean room without urging himself.
Come back after the father and son have finished washing, and dinner is also served. I don’t have much appetite in summer, and I eat very lightly. There is a dish of vegetarian soup **** that I like to eat very much recently. I have to eat a few **** every time, and then Be sure to drink another half bowl of soup.
Shrimps are added to the meatballs, which taste delicious and refreshing, and Yun Zhao also likes to eat them.
Feng Yi saw that their mother was eating deliciously, so he also ate a small bowl.
After dinner, Feng Xi grabbed Yun Zhao's hand and sat down on the big couch, and the two of them started playing the game of idioms Solitaire again. Song Yunzhao felt that the idioms she had learned in her life had made her highlight moment at this time.
Feng Xi is illiterate, but he has a good memory. He can memorize the words that Yun Zhao has memorized for him once or twice. Push it out on top.
Feng Yi is very happy to play this kind of game with his son. He thinks that Yun Zhao's method of learning is good. He can play and remember, and the child will not hate reading.
Song Yunzhao kept smiling. She couldn't say that she just wanted to find something for this kid to do, so don't smear her all day long.
The two father and son played the game for half an hour, and Feng Xi became a little sleepy. There was no nap at noon today, so Feng Yi picked up his son and sent him to the side hall. Nanny Qi took the eldest prince and bowed down to leave.
Feng Yi walked back again and saw Yun Zhao doing needlework. He walked over and sat beside her, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Socks." Song Yunzhao replied.
Feng Yi looked at the size, stretched out his palms for comparison, and then said, "For me?"
Yo, this is strange, it was the first time she made socks for him.
Song Yunzhao nodded, "Yes, I made a few pairs for Feng Xi before, and I think I can practice this skill well."
Ancient socks are easy to make, not as many patterns as in later generations, and the fabric is elastic. Now just cut out a sock shape and add a bottom, and then close the mouth.
Yunzhao’s embroidery skills are not very good, but he can still see it. What he embroiders for his son is a simplified version of various small animals.
Now that she is making it for Feng Yi, she puts a little more effort into it. Don't worry about the body of the socks. The emperor's socks are all disposable. It's not worth the time and needlework she spends. She just embroiders a circle of thumbs on the top of the socks. The wide and small pattern looks plain and elegant.
Feng Yi watched her embroider the pattern stitch by stitch, and said softly: "You don't need to spend such effort, your neck should be sore after you keep your head down for a long time, and the clothing department will do this."
"That's what they did, it's all on my mind." Song Yunzhao laughed, "Besides, I don't do it every day. It's impossible for me to make socks for you all day long."
Feng Yi also laughed, "So I'm still in the honor of my son."
"That's not true. I haven't made these things for many years. Let him practice first."
Feng Yile took a book and sat aside to read, and accompanied Yun Zhao to work.
The room gradually became quiet. Yun Zhao finished the opening of a sock, took it up and looked at it under the lamp, nodded very satisfied, it was okay.
Feng Yi raised his head to look at her, just in time to catch her smug little expression in his eyes.
Song Yunzhao didn't mean to be shy at all, she really did it stitch by stitch.
Embroidering mother is not easy.
The other one hasn't been finished yet, Yun Zhao doesn't plan to stay up late tonight, and is packing his things, when he heard Feng Yi say, "I'll take you out of the palace tomorrow, do you want to go?"
(end of this chapter)