Rixue Temple
"Young Master, this is the Pear Snow Palace."
Huang Gui Quan, who was in charge of cleaning up the Pear Snow Palace, smiled happily and handed over to Anlingrong with his eyebrows open.
"Father-in-law has worked hard."
An Lingrong stood in front of the Pear Snow Palace, and Lan'er, who was following by her, handed a sachet made of ordinary needle and thread to Huang Jingquan.
Huang Gui took it all, turned upside down, heavy, and the smile on his face was even bigger.
"Thank you little master, the slave is still busy preparing for the canonization ceremony of the empress, so don't disturb the little master."
"Father-in-law walk slowly."
An Lingrong watched Huang Guquan leave with a bunch of slaves from the Internal Affairs Department, and stepped into the Pear Snow Palace with a slight smile.
The wind in March, like a girl who stroked the yarn, came slowly, leaving her white yarn behind, falling on the branches of the pear tree, one or two five or six blossoms blooming, brilliant the whole sky, and the wind Blowing, the white and elegant petals fell to the shoulders.
The gate of Pear Snow Palace was about ten meters away from the main hall. A gravel path led directly to the main hall. There were five sturdy pear trees on both sides. An Lingrong walked on the path. She had no chance to come to Pear Snow Palace in her previous life. The Pear Snow Palace has always been very inconspicuous in the palace.
If so, she was suddenly sealed as a concubine and stayed in the Pear Snow Palace, and what she saw was a place that seemed like a fairyland.
While marveling at the beauty of Pear Snow Palace, the palace people felt that only the jade concubines were worthy of Pear Snow Palace.
"Little Master, this place is really beautiful. From now on, this place will belong to us alone."
Lan'er was indescribably satisfied with the emperor's gift of Pear Snow Palace.
All the six palaces have three halls and six rooms, fifty palaces, and a small master can live in one hall. Except for the Kunning Palace, which does not allow the small master to live in, other palaces have always been lived by several concubines, but the independent halls are different. One room, the sixteenth palace room, can only live in one concubine.
"Yeah, we will live here in the future, Lan'er has to take good care of it."
An Lingrong smiled indifferently and told Lan'er.
"This pear tree is good. If it bears fruit in autumn, it will be refreshing to eat."
Chess was eager, and she had already calculated how many baskets of pears she had.
Qin'er chuckled, she was not as good as An Lingrong's love for Qi'er, so it was inconvenient to interrupt.
"You only know how to eat. How come everyone I meet loves to eat?"
An Lingrong laughed, causing the others to be stunned.
A smile is like a flower blooming, and then a smile is flawless...
The three masters and servants arrived at the main hall, talking and laughing. An Lingrong looked around. There are new tables and chairs made of nanmu in the middle of the main hall. The first place is against the wall. There is a famous painting on the wall. The inscription is splendid and beautiful, and the handwriting is elegant. The pear flowers on the painting are harmonious and romantic. On both sides of each table and chair are placed Bai Yuer vases. The ladies on the vases are lifelike, and the poses of the ladies on each white jade vase are different. Some dance lightly, some sit quietly, some play the piano in the bamboo forest, and some play the flute leisurely...
If it is coherent, it is a group of ladies dancing in Qin Di and Ming.
An Lingrong sat and took a sip of the tea served by Lan'er, the faint tea taste was sweet.
Looking at the full palace, the slave commanded:
"Everyone settle down, find their respective residences, and get familiar with the place."
"Yes."
The palace people obeyed the order and dispersed.
Since the death of the late emperor Liang Fei, the Lixue Hall has been blocked, and the door of the hall has been locked with silver. Now the emperor ordered someone to break it open and take care of it once it is turned over.
"Little Master, come and see."
Around the main hall is the back hall. The back hall has always been the master's residence. Hua'er didn't know what he saw and shouted at An Lingrong.
An Lingrong heard it and walked to the back hall.
The palace people also followed.
"Painting..."
An Lingrong was aphasia for a while, and she was deeply fascinated by the scenery in front of her.