Eunuch Su, Eunuch Su!

Before Huiming was able to tell the difference clearly after being surrounded by Mother Xu, she drove out the door neatly with a sentence of seeing off the guests.

And then, apart from being careful as an errand, Huiming was not as embarrassed to ask him personally why his Majesty Su had ordered him to preside over the sacrifices.

After sending the knee pads to Mother Xu, she just opened a mouthful for the Bijia that she made for Grandpa Su. The sky suddenly became heavy when she hadn’t figured out what Mother Xu said to her in the morning. In the evening, there was heavy snow like goose feathers, and overnight, the entire palace was already covered in silver, covered with a thick layer of white, but the rustling snow still continued for a while. Time can stop.

In this kind of weather, everyone is determined not to go out and get cold without going out. Occasionally, when there are palace personnel in the Palace of Gande, they also put on the hooded cloaks that they have already issued, and bow their heads. , And then ignore the trivial matters next to it.

Huiming and Lu'an were on duty alternately. Yesterday she was on the errand. This one happened to have a half-day free time. Coupled with such heavy snow, if there is a more suitable time to send fox fur to His Highness Seven?

Seeing that the palace servants who were on duty today had already left the house early, and I couldn’t figure out what was going on with Grandpa Su, Huiming thought about it, and changed his clothes. Hu Qiu hugged in the cloak, and hurried to Jingfangzhai early.

Huiming couldn’t be more clear about what was going on in Jingfangzhai, not to mention the situation when His Highness Seven and Grandma Wang came over last time. Huiming still remembers now that she must have been able to find out such a major event as the face saint. His most decent dress, His Royal Highness Seven is still bloated and cumbersome, and the clothes on her body are even more half-old and not new. His Royal Highness's charcoal winter clothes will not How complete.

Charcoal fire is something that Huiming can’t do from time to time. But this fox fur, according to Su Gonggong, sent it as a bedding, is a good thing once and for all. As long as it doesn’t meet the cold weather, it will take more than ten years. Enough.

Although it was the heavy snow that fell only last night, there were already rough sweeps in the important palace roads and the Lord’s womb. The palace people shoveled most of the snow early in the middle of the night. This would just be ignoring the wind and cold and spreading rough on the ground. Salt to prevent freezing.

It’s just that in a remote palace like Kang Taifei that nobody cares about, it’s naturally not treated like this. The more you go west, the thicker the snow on the ground. When you get the upper of Huiming not far from Jingfangzhai They were all moistened by the snow, the cold air seeped in along the snow, and only the frozen feet were cold.

It was true that in the Hall of Gande, the earth dragon brazier that kept Jingye was spoiled every day, it was so cold that it was a bit uncontrollable. Huiming stood at the door and stomped his feet, shaking his head secretly.

Xu was because she came too early today and it was heavy snow like this. The corner door closest to Jingfangzhai was still closed. Huiming knocked for a long time, and finally an impatient old inmate opened the door. .

Huiming only said that he had an old relationship with Mother Wang and came to see her. He had already prepared a piece of silver and stuffed it with a piece of silver. This made him reluctantly open his mouth, leading the way and gruffly said: "I haven't seen you long ago, this will come, can't the body be collected?"

Huiming frowned when he heard the words, but because he said so much, he didn't dig into the truth with the palace man. Until he was taken to the side door of Jingfangzhai, he thanked him politely and called the king through the door. Mother, after a while, no one agreed, she pushed the door and entered the house.

The brazier in the room was cold, and it was not much warmer than it was outside. Huiming frowned and slowly went in, bypassing the wooden plaque and looking in. With just one glance, he also vaguely understood the method. What did the supervisor mean by "removing the corpse"?

Under the quilt on the bed, there was a person lying on his head, with only gray hair exposed. Looking at the Madam Wang, who had only seen him a few days ago, Huiming's heart tightened, he put down the fox fur and ran forward to see clearly. The moment the face on the bed, my heart sank, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The reason is that the person on the bed with closed eyes is the correct mother Wang, and her complexion is flushed, she is already a lot sick at first glance, but it is because she is so relieved that she is so close. I can still hear the slight gasping, but Lai did not tell her to come over and "collect the body."

Huiming took a few steps closer and sat down on the corner of the bed. She was going to take a good look at Mother Wang's situation, but she only put the palm of her hand on Mother Wang's forehead. She swept away, but she was shocked again. One jump!

His Royal Highness Seven, hugged his knees, nestled in the corner of the bed, quietly looking at her with a pair of bright and black eyes!

"Seven, Your Highness Seven..." Huiming came back to his senses. His Highness Xiao Qi was not terrible, but sitting so quietly, suddenly he saw it unexpectedly, just a little scary, Huiming stroked his chest. Still a little unsure: "Why are you here alone?"

The Seventh Royal Highness looked at Huiming motionlessly. Huiming had been a habit for more than ten years in his previous life. To such a small highness, he could only be patient and waited for the other person to speak. After a long time in this way, the bottom of the Seven Halls turned their eyes to the person lying on the bed and spoke slowly, but only a hoarse voice called: "Mother."

At the same time, Huiming’s palms had already touched Mother Wang’s forehead and cheeks—it was already burning hot. Thinking about the last time Mother Wang went to the Palace of Gande, she could not help coughing and shaking. Obviously, it was not a day or two for Mother Wang to fall ill.

Thinking of coming to Jingfangzhai by myself in the previous life, but never seen the trace of Mother Wang, Huiming's heart sank again. He was so ill, but only a small seven-year-old His Highness guarded him. Don't ask the doctor for medicine, I'm afraid there is not even a person who burns fire and feeds water. How can I live at the age of Mother Wang? In the last life, I was afraid that Mother Wang had fallen ill this winter. It is no wonder that when Huiming came here in the last life, His Highness Seven was not cared for at all, and the illness was much worse than it is now.

But getting up like this, with the temperament of His Highness Seven, in his previous life, could it be that he was guarding by the side like this, watching Grandma Wang go?

Looking at the thin figure nestled in the corner of the bed, Huiming was suffocated again. He pressed down on the sadness in his heart for a while, then sat down slowly, and said softly, "His Majesty, I can’t wake up for a while, you Come out first?"

His Highness Seven raised his head and looked at Huiming again. He ignored this. Although he was trembling with fear and his words were not as clever as a normal child, he said every word, which made people feel sour. "Help, mother, please, you."