I Am This Type of Woman Chapter 52: City
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"Your Highness," Aunt Chang stood next to Princess Dening and asked with some hesitation, "Why don't you tell the Marquis about the matter?"
"It would be nice if the grudges of the previous generation were settled in my generation." The eldest princess looked at the dim candlelight in the room, took the pills handed over by Grandma Chang and ate them, "My consort and I are sorry for him, no I didn’t teach him literary talent or martial arts, and I didn’t want to teach him hatred.”
"Your Highness," Grandma Chang's palms were empty and there was a heater in the room, but she felt cold in her heart. "The Marquis will understand your painstaking efforts, and he has never blamed you."
"He is a good boy," Princess Dening smiled. At this time, she was not the eldest princess of the royal family, but an ordinary mother. "I have dedicated half my life to the royal family, and the only happy days are It’s the time with the consort and the time with the children.”
"Your Highness," Aunt Chang knelt in front of the eldest princess and said in a trembling voice, "You must take good care of yourself. The Marquis and Madam are so filial. The Princess and the Crown Prince are also old. You haven't seen it yet. They get married and have children, you..."
"A Chang," the eldest princess suddenly interrupted Nanny Chang with a smile, "Tell me, among my juniors, who is most like me?"
Mother Chang held the eldest princess's hand and said with red eyes: "Madam, you are so beautiful and smart, but you have a bit of courage like your highness."
"No," the eldest princess slowly shook her head, "The one in the Ban family who is most like me is Huahua."
Nanny Chang looked at the eldest princess in shock. In her opinion, the princess looked more like a prince-in-law, how could she look like a princess?
The cold wind howled outside, but not a trace of cold wind blew into the house.
"When I was young, I was the prettiest among all the children of my father. It is precisely because of this that my father favored me the most among all the princesses." The eldest princess stroked the gorgeous robe on her body, "Fashionable clothes, delicious food, gold, silver and jade articles, and supreme preference made other princesses hate me so much that they even resorted to plotting methods. I love to see them racking their brains and using all their methods, but I was shaken Not even half a point from me."
"As the elder brother of this palace, the late emperor was not very popular with my father. My father even said it himself that if he were not worried that the other princes would not take me well, he might not choose his brother as the crown prince in the end." The eldest princess closed her eyes and recalled the years when she was young, "In the Daye Dynasty at that time, everyone who met me had to be courteous."
Wearing clothes and angry horses, respected by power, and later married the prince-in-law, she was still the most noble princess in the dynasty, but she was guarding her father as he returned to the west on a crane, and sitting on the throne was her compatriot brother.
My brother's ability to secure his position as emperor was all due to the consort's military power, which helped him stabilize his courtiers. It's a pity that the birds are gone and the good bow is hidden. My brother finally became the emperor who killed the donkey like other emperors. Fortunately, he still cared about the brother-sister relationship, and although people plotted against the prince-in-law on the battlefield, his life was not taken.
He thought he had all the plans, but he forgot that there is a saying in the world: "If others don't know, you have to do nothing unless you do it yourself."
When she learned that her husband, who was extremely considerate of her, had been plotted by her brother, she sat in the house all day.
"She looks like me when I was young," the eldest princess coughed a few times, and Grandma Chang hurriedly brought a glass of honey water in front of her
"No need," the eldest princess pushed away the cup and said calmly, "I was born in the Daye royal family, and I should die there."
Mama Chang shook her hand, and a few drops of the cup of honey water splashed on the back of her hand, and finally slipped into the carpet and disappeared.
The wind and snow continued all night long. When Banhua got up the next morning, she saw servants outside the yard spreading salt on the ground. Her face was red from the cold. She said to the maid next to her. , "As you wish, don't worry about the snow outside. Sweep it after it stops snowing."
"Yes." Ruyi went out and told the servants with a smile. The servants were overjoyed and thanked Ruyi profusely. They also said that the princess was compassionate to Yunyun and left gratefully.
"I know that Princess you feel sorry for these people," Ruyi and a few maids helped Banhua get dressed, and whispered, "I'm afraid the snow will still fall."
"They are all raised by their parents. It's pitiful to be frozen," Banhua said after washing her face and hands and cleaning her teeth. "This year's snow seems to be particularly heavy."
Ruyi looked at the heavy snow falling outside the window and nodded, "It does seem to be heavier than in previous years."
When it snows, there are not many pedestrians on the street. Rich families are okay, their basements are full of all kinds of meat and vegetables, but poor families have a hard time. Although the imperial court distributes a sum of money every year to the local government to help the people survive the cold winter, after layers of exploitation, not even a fraction of it is actually used for the people.
But even if someone froze to death and starved to death, local officials would not report it. In the bustling capital, everyone happily welcomed the arrival of New Year's Eve. They did not know that the money allocated by the court was of no use at all. to the common people.
"Uncle," when Du Jiu walked into Rong Xia's study, he saw the overly gorgeous umbrella still placed in the corner of the study, and asked casually, "won't you return the umbrella?"
Rong Xia raised her eyebrows, not understanding why he said that.
"I heard that the homophony of umbrella is unlucky, so if you borrow someone else's umbrella, you must return it." Seeing that his uncle's expression did not change, Du Jiu immediately added, "Of course, this is an ignorant woman among the people. The rumors about it are meaningless, but this umbrella is pretty good..."
"Du Jiu."
"What are your orders, uncle."
"How is the news I asked you to check?" Rong Xia put down the letter in his hand and asked in a subtle tone, "Is the eldest princess' health really failing?"
"The people in the eldest princess's mansion are very careful in doing things. Most of the time the eldest princess's mansion takes pills. Even if there is really dregs of the medicine, ordinary servants will not be allowed to interfere. Instead, the eldest princess will have to use it. The subordinates will handle it personally," Du Jiu frowned, "The eldest princess's daily living habits have not changed much, but the subordinates still feel that something is wrong here."
If there is really no problem, why are you so careful and don't even want others to discover the dregs of the medicine?
There was silence in the study. Rong Xia looked at the lady's hairpin umbrella in the corner and said after a while: "Send a greeting note written by me personally to the eldest princess's house. I want to meet the eldest princess. ”
Du Jiu was stunned for a moment, then stepped back with fists in hand.
After Du Jiu retreated, Rong Xia walked to the corner, bent down and picked up the umbrella.
"Click."
The umbrella was opened, and on the umbrella was a woman in a gorgeous dress with peonies in her hair, smiling brightly.
The eldest princess died of illness, what should the Jingting Hou Mansion do?
Rong Xia stared at the umbrella for a long time. When footsteps were heard outside the study door, he slowly regained his focus.
"Uncle, the drawing paper and paints you requested are all ready." The butler's voice came in, "Do you want to use them now?"
"Bring it in." Rong Xia walked back to the desk and put away the "On Honesty" on the table.
The housekeeper asked the boy to stand outside the door and brought everything in with his own hands. When he finally closed the study door, his eyes glanced at the unfolded umbrella, then he quickly put away his eyes and bowed. He withdrew.
Many people know that Rong Xia is a master of calligraphy and painting, is proficient in poetry, and has the talent to help the world. He became famous at a young age, but many people also know that Rong Xia has never painted people. He painted flowers, birds, fish, insects, landscapes and vegetation, but no one had ever seen him paint people.
Some people say that he is not good at painting figures, and others say that no one in the world can make Rong Xia paint. But no matter what the truth is, at least Rong Xia never paints figures, which is recognized by many talents.
Heavy snow, red peonies, umbrella holders, and luxurious halls are all beautiful sights, but when these four scenes are combined in one place, it should be strange.
Why do people need to hold umbrellas in the palace? How can there be peonies blooming on a cold snowy day? There is also the woman with her back to the main hall, and only her back can be seen but not her true face. Just the back view is enough to make people think about it and completely forget the weirdness in this painting.
After finishing the painting in one go, Rong Xia picked a brush from the pen holder and wrote two poems in the blank space.
Only peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the capital when they bloom.
Putting down the pen, Rong Xia put away the umbrella and took off the ruby pendant on the umbrella.
The ruby was ground into a drop shape, with excellent color, just like a woman in her prime, exuding her most beautiful moment.
He chuckled lightly and put the gem into his arms.
"Sister," Ban Heng knocked on the door. He didn't hear Banhua's voice of rejection, so he pushed the door open and walked in. He said with a helpless expression: "Three icemen came today to talk about their marriage."
Banhua lay on the imperial concubine's couch covered with fox fur, yawned lazily, reached for the snack next to her, revealing half of her white and tender arms.
Ban Heng pulled down her sleeves for her, covered her arms and said, "Chen family, Wang family, and... Yin family."
"Does a scholarly family like the Chen family think highly of someone like me?" Banhua wiped the corners of his mouth and frowned dissatisfied, "And that son of the Wang family, he looks like a crooked melon. , why are you here to join in the fun?"
Ban Heng was speechless: "Then Mr. Chen seems to be pretty good-looking?"
"It's not fun to marry into such a scholarly family, and..." Banhua curled her lips, "Don't look at the benevolence, righteousness and morality that these people talk about. When our family loses power, they are the ones who change their face the fastest."
Ban Heng thought about it carefully and said seriously: "Sister, how about we not get married?" Who knows what kind of people those husband's families are, it is better to stay at home and live a comfortable life for five years. , it’s not like I came to this world in vain.
"Okay," Banhua nodded, "No matter who you marry, your life will not be better than at home."
"The Yin family has the nerve to send people to our house to propose marriage." Ban Heng did not have the slightest fondness for the Yin family, even though it was only their maternal grandfather's family. "With Yin Feng's virtue, is he worthy?"
"The Yin family?" Banhua sneered, "Does mother pay attention to them?"
"You don't know what my mother is like?" Ban Heng coughed dryly, "The Iceman invited by the Yin family has gone back in despair."
Even if his mother could tolerate it, he couldn't tolerate this family.
Ban Heng thinks that some scholars in the capital are really interesting. For example, the Chen family master once said that his sister was too extravagant. Now his family has invited Iceman to be a matchmaker. I don’t know what he thinks. .
Isn’t the reneging on one’s promise by a scholar not called reneging on one’s promise?