She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

Use a pair of embroidery scissors to cut along the embroidery line of the collar, and a two-finger-wide piece of paper will be revealed in its original form.

Li Shuyuan covered it lightly with his hand, and his expression immediately returned to normal. He ordered, "Okay, that's all for today, you all should leave first."

As the sky got darker, the flickering shadow of the candle became more and more obvious, and it was dim and unclear on the table. It was quite a strain on the eyes to see things clearly.

As the end of the year is approaching, in preparation for the annual banquet appointed by His Majesty, according to the rules, all officials and their wives attending the banquet must send their court robes to the Shanggong Bureau for repair.

Therefore, the Shanggong Bureau raised a number of supervisors and gathered the heads of various departments of the Shangfu Bureau here to concentrate on inspecting these costumes and clothing.

On the eve of the annual banquet, the clothes that had been repaired and inspected would be sent to the participants. This was done to show respect and to ensure the emperor's safety, in case someone hid a hidden weapon on him.

Chinese clothes are complicated to begin with, and if you look closely at the layers of clothing inside and outside, you will feel dizzy and your back and waist will ache after a whole day. The managers don't do much work, so it's even harder for them.

But now that the Lady Palace Master had spoken, the remaining female officials were more than happy to do so. They quickly put down their work, packed the clothes in the wooden boxes and locked them up.

After paying their respects to Li Shuyuan, they all went to the Shangshi Bureau to have their meal.

Although Li Shuyuan was anxious, her fingers kept rubbing the note under the fabric, but she could hold back her expression. After everyone left the palace, she waited for a while before slowly taking out the paper.

This set of court dress has wide sleeves and long skirts, and a jade belt with a gold hook. Except for taking off the sword, it can only be worn by high-ranking kings and princes.

In the whole world, only Shuzhong Hou and Zhao Hou can enjoy this honor.

The Marquis of Shu claimed to be ill and did not come, so we could only summon the Marquis's clothes.

Li Shuyuan was a close friend of the former marquis' wife, Xu, and they talked about everything in the boudoir. Later, Xu married far away, and Li Shuyuan passed the imperial examination and entered the palace, becoming a palace lady.

After being promoted repeatedly over the decades, she finally became the Shanggong Bureau's Shanggong position.

Now that the new emperor's harem is without a master, most matters are handled by the Shanggong Bureau. Holding the phoenix seal, they naturally have the most power.

Li Shuyuan's upright style of doing things continued until a few days ago, when Princess Xuancheng, who had been on the run for a year, was captured and brought back to the capital.

It was at this time that Hengzhi had his first communication with her.

Li Shuyuan was over 40 and still unmarried. She was even more heartbroken after Xu's death and subconsciously treated Xu's only child as her own nephew.

Hengzhi rarely entrusted her with tasks, so she naturally responded without fail.

She came from the Shangfu Bureau and had some connections in the bureau, so she indirectly told Princess Xuancheng about the marquis's visit to the capital to attend the annual banquet so that Hengzhi could meet her.

The words were frank and restrained, observing etiquette. Li Shuyuan smiled faintly, but saw the affection in the young man's heart.

Although he had never met him, Li Shuyuan probably knew that Hengzhi was also known to be unruly. He had not achieved much in his one year in office, and at most he had been lucky enough to see through Youbei's invasion plan and preserve peace in the north.

A letter changed her guess.

In the past, we were neighbors and girlfriends, enjoying the spring time together every year. Now our children all have their lovers, and so many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Li Shuyuan sighed and couldn't help but secretly treat the princess much more leniently.

Fate is naturally unpredictable. Who would have thought that the capital and the north, thousands of miles apart, could bring these two people together.

The few lines of writing were like the folded hairpins, and the writing must be like the person. Jian mentioned the location and time, and bowed at the end to express his gratitude, which made Li Shuyuan feel relaxed and happy.

He then sewed up the cut parts again, and it was not until nightfall that Li Shuyuan made up his mind.

What's the fun of meeting in a formal way? Li Shuyuan looked at the moon in the sky and thought that people often say that a short separation is better than a new marriage. It must be that the two parties have nowhere to go and have to meet each other, so that it seems precious.

Thinking of this, she put the note into her arms, not intending to give it to the princess.
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On the day before the annual banquet, a group of three people from the Shangfu Bureau, led by Siyi, came to Changsheng Hall.

Ying'en met the man from afar and stopped him at the door, saying in a soft voice, "Your Excellency has made a long journey. His Highness has been ill for a long time and the cold wind is biting. I'm afraid you can't come to welcome him in person."

Even though Yang Siyi was wrapped in a cloak, the Changsheng Palace gate was high and empty, and the wind and snow made it impossible to open his eyes.

She was sent by Li Shanggong to see the princess, so she naturally asked a few more questions, "How could this happen? Have you consulted the imperial physician?"

This set of court dress was made for the princess at the request of Li Shanggong herself, and she was to be dressed for the palace banquet tomorrow. However, when everything was ready, the princess fell down, and no one in the palace knew about it. What should we do if something went wrong?

Ying'en frowned and sighed, "The imperial physician has examined me and prescribed medicine. It was just a minor cold, and I don't know what caused it. The medicine didn't make me better, and I've been feeling groggy all day."

Ah'ao was half asleep and half awake when she felt a chill coming over her. Her whole body and feet were shivering, and no matter how she wrapped herself in the quilt, she couldn't get warm.

The scene before my eyes changed back and forth, sometimes I was in the Shangshu Mansion, sometimes I was outside the Yongning Gate.

Mrs. Cui brought new spring clothes to her and asked her to try them on, and Yunli and two other people were chatting and laughing while tidying up the rabbit nest in the private courtyard.

There are so many things going on that it is hard to tell what is real and what is fake. Everything is the confusion caused by the illness.

It is a lazy afternoon nap in the boudoir, and also a dream to be fulfilled after returning from Wuling.

A'ao kept searching until she was sweating all over, but she still didn't find the person she wanted to meet.

She became more and more anxious, falling from the ice cellar into the stove, and was so hot that she broke free from the quilt. The dizziness and aching limbs attacked her like a tiger pouncing on its prey. Under the pressure, Ah-yi struggled back to reality.

I opened my eyes, but the veil above my head was still spinning, and everything was blurry.

She climbed up in a hurry, but her legs felt weak and she fell to her knees on the ground in an instant, holding the basin of water on the ground and vomiting violently.

He was in a coma for several days, had not eaten or drunk anything, and his stomach was churning. He vomited out the medicine he had finally drunk. This illness could not be cured.

The corners of Ah's eyes were red, and the tears that were induced when she vomited just now hung on her chin. She had no time to wipe them away, and she supported herself on the ground with her hands, gasping for breath.

The messy hair hung casually, covering the pretty face, and the originally heroic facial features could not resist the sickly look, appearing delicate.

Ying'en's voice came to her ears. A'ao woke up from vomiting and found that she was in Changsheng Palace at the end of the twelfth lunar month. She had been ill for more than half a month for unknown reasons.

Ah-yi herself knew that she had only caught a cold and was not seriously ill. But even if the illness was like a thread being pulled out and there was no improvement in half a month, there must be something hidden.

A'an propped herself up and leaned on the bedpost, thinking that she should go to the door to check before anyone left. Changsheng Hall was always deserted, and if she let him go this time, no one would know if he died of illness.

After waiting for the dizziness to pass, Ah'ao walked to the door with unsteady steps.

The wind and snow haven't stopped yet.

It was white outside, with the green tiles and red walls covered in silver, making Ah'ao dizzy again.

When Yang Siyi saw the princess coming out with disheveled hair and only a thin nightgown on her body, he was so scared that he quickly untied his cloak and put it on the princess.

But I haven't seen her for a month. Has she become so thin?
Hearing Ying'en's call, Yang Siyi thought strangely.

The princess in front of him had a pointed chin, and the wrists that held the cloak looked lonely and skinny, as if she had been abused.

Ah-yi held the door frame with her other hand, struggling to support herself. When she opened her mouth, she realized that her throat was hard and her voice was as hoarse as a broken zither. "Please, Yang Siyi, accept the favor quickly."

After saying that, the two dressers behind him handed over the crown box and court robes to Ying'en.

While Ying'en was putting her things away, Ah'an took out a pair of gold bracelets from her bosom and stuffed them into Yang Siyi's hands. "Yang Siyi, please take the medicine residue I dumped behind the house and bring it to the palace to show to Madam Cui of the Shangshu Mansion."

The voice was very low, and Yang Siyi could only barely hear her words when she held her cloak. The two dressers behind her retreated to the corridor, and no one heard the princess's plea.

She looked into the princess's eyes in wonder.

Although he had been ill for a long time, his eyes were still as clear as the frozen snow in the mountains. His eyes were fixed on her tightly, making Yang Siyi feel uneasy.

From the new and old iron locks on the palace gate, it can be seen that in this winter, in this locked Changsheng Palace, the princess is a prisoner. In prison, the word "beg" is clearly on her lips, but she is still like a pine branch that cannot be bent by thick snow.

What the princess meant was... was someone trying to murder her?
Yang Siyi groaned, "How can Your Highness trust me?"

Ah-yi swallowed to ease the burning pain in her throat, and forced a faint smile, looking confident of victory, "You deliberately told me the news of the Marquis's summons at the annual banquet. Even if you didn't go to Madam Cui, it would be the same if you told the person who ordered you to do so."

Without waiting for Yang Siyi to recover, Ah'ao stroked her chest and coughed a few times, then said, "There are many people who don't want me to die. You will definitely tell one of them, and then my goal will be achieved."

The gold bracelet was intricately carved with auspicious patterns winding up, which was extraordinarily luxurious. After all, it was a dead object, and when it was coldly placed in Yang Siyi's hands, she shuddered in shock.

Ying'en put away her things and simply brought a quilt over, wrapping it around Ah's body with great care, muttering to herself, "It's freezing cold, and the princess hasn't recovered yet, how can she come out like this!"

A'ao took a few steps back and put some distance between herself and Yang Siyi.

The gold bracelet was hidden in her wide sleeves, and no one could notice it. There was a hint of understanding between their eyes, and this deal was won by Ah-Yan.

After a moment, Yang Siyi bowed and said, "I will take my leave. I will come to help Your Highness dress up tomorrow morning."

After the three people disappeared at the palace gate, Ying'en looked at the palace gate being locked again and turned around to lock the palace door.

She was angry.

During the time when the princess was ill, there was no good food, not to mention delicious meals. The food was so vegetarian that even mice wouldn't steal it, so how could people be well fed? The people in the palace really did choose what to eat based on the situation. His Majesty only said one sentence that the princess should reflect on herself, and then he cut back on the food everywhere.

As a princess of a country, it would be bad enough for her to live a frugal life, but she also had to endure the ridicule and cold stares of her attendants.

"A princess of the old dynasty, do you still want to be treated favorably by the old dynasty? Even in the old dynasty, Your Highness was not treated very well."

Ying'en was so angry that she always wanted to roll up her sleeves and fight with those eunuchs, but her prince didn't seem to care at all.

The princess curled up in the quilt, staring quietly at the medicine jar on the ground.

There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead object.

"Ying'en," she called, "from today on, you don't need to boil medicine anymore."

no?

(End of this chapter)