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Ten thousand years. Five years. Fifteen. Personal Government. At that time, the Chief of the Cabinet, Zhang Juzheng, said: "His Majesty has already taken the reins of the law, this official requests His Majesty to order Guang Qi and his wife to serve as harem, to choose beautiful women to seize people, and to oppress the people with wise intelligence to take their places in the main palace."

Ten thousand years, the fourteenth day of the first lunar month. Snow began to fall when the first rays of the sun lit up the sky and only stopped when the sky was about to turn dark. The servant that swept the snow in Imperial Guard's Palace brandished the broom in his hand. Large red lanterns were lit in the pavilion long ago, forming a fire dragon.

Although she was wrapped in a fur cloak, Wang Rong still couldn't help but shiver a little. The little girl brought out a warm hand and covered the old lady's courtyard with it, but she still walked with each step with graceful steps. As she walked out of the courtyard, her skirt didn't move, and her footsteps were light and swift.

When they arrived at their own courtyard and entered their own rooms, the snow and wind had all been shut out and the heavy and heavy cloak had been taken off their bodies. Wang Rong and her father heaved a long sigh. Today had come to an end.

"Young lady, the first month has not passed yet." The nurse reminded him in a low voice that her daughter was good at everything, except that she sighed at such a young age, as the old saying goes, people can't sigh all the time, and all the good fortune is gone.

Wang Rong gave a humble reply and walked towards the arhat bed. The room had never broken down in the morning or night, so it was still warm. The arhat bed was placed on a pillow, and once someone leaned on it, they would sink in. Some came to untie her hair, some to change her soft indoor shoes, some to bring hot tea, and some to pinch her legs. Traveling through this matter and being able to wear it on the body of a rich and powerful person like Jin Jiuyu wasn't bad at all.

Yes, this Imperial Guard Wang Qianhu's direct descendant, the queen of beauty, was the core of this modern free woman. What was the reason for this? In any case, Wang Rong had closed her eyes due to illness in his previous life. Whenhee opened them, she was like a baby in her mother's womb. What kind of luck was this? When he was at a loss, she would see the light of day. The midwife's hand was not gentle as she hit her butt. Amidst her subconscious crying, she heard the midwife's tearful laughter as he congratulated her cheap mother. Congratulations Madam, Madam He Xi, you are a beautiful young lady, and have had your wish granted to you. "

Her mother died three days after giving birth to her. She died from exhaustion, and no one avoided the possibility of her being born. Thus, she had personally heard about her mother's orderly arrangements, how she arranged for her to marry out of exhaustion, and how she calmly arranged for her own death.

Thus, he put away all of his thoughts and decided to follow the rules to get the money for everyone. The memories of her many lives wouldn't make it easier for her to live. The world she was living in now seemed like a backward era of ancient times. However, the complexity of the people in the inner chamber wasn't something that a simple modern person like her could deal with. He could only be cautious.

It was just that it seemed like he had been pretending for a long time, as if he had really become an ancient person. No wonder Grandpa Mao had said to be wary of capitalist sugar-coated artillery shells. Too long a day with food in hand could ruin a man's will.

Wang Rong He wanted to sigh again. Then he saw the nurse dusting off her cloak at the edge of the stall, afraid that she would mutter something, and he swallowed the breath that was coming out of his mouth.

"Tomorrow at the Spring Festival, would you mind if I wore this dress with the red brocade embroidered with golden threads and the white fox armor over it?" Wuyou asked while holding onto her clothes, while Wang Rong nodded after taking a glance at him. "The nanny looked at him a few more times," we'll decide what to wear tomorrow when she comes back from being sick. "

"The new clothes the three girls made for the new year are exactly the same. I haven't seen Second Miss wearing her floral clothing for the past few days, I presume she's also wearing the same clothes tomorrow." Wang Rong held the book in her hand and said that she was still not used to the traditional Chinese style, which was even more difficult for her to get used to than the vertical row.

"The lanterns the lady made were made from butterflies, I was just thinking that it would fit perfectly with the clothes." Wuyou said that she and her wet nurse had worked together to hang the clothes back. Young Miss's clothes were expensive, and had to be hung with wooden planks.

As it turned out, this household was located in the inner city, in the DeSheng Gate, in the Calm Room. As it was quite far from the lamp market, there was a lamp market on its own, and each family member could hang some lanterns on the two sides of the street. As time went on, it became a rule. In order to motivate the various families, it was even evaluated. If any family's lamp became the top scorer, then they would have face during that year.

Thus, even though it was a child's play, peers would always secretly compare. Thus, as time passed, hanging a lantern on the crack of dawn became a rather small matter. They had spent so much time and effort trying to come up with a solution, so they all had to keep their heads down. But it's also rare for two sisters like Wang to make the same lamp.

It was a good thing that everyone knew the situation of this family. They also knew that sometimes it was worth fighting over whether or not someone came out of the same stomach, let alone the fact that they didn't come out from the same stomach.

Wang Rong and this year's lanterns were made from butterflies, and she used golden silk to wrap the silk butterfly around the lampshade, flapping her wings as if to fly, it was lifelike, the white lampshade also used a brush to draw butterflies, it was fake and real, far and near, Wang Rong was very satisfied with himself. The days of ancient times were long, and there was little entertainment. Unknowingly, he had learned many skills. If he were to be reincarnated again, he would inevitably become known as the Emperor of craftsmanship.

Without any disease, she came in from the outside and waited until her body was warm before approaching Wang Rongzhi. Her face was not very pretty as the wet nurse asked, "Did you ask what Second Miss is wearing tomorrow?"

Wu Tian shook his head. "Second Miss will wear that red brocade butterfly tomorrow."

The nurse thought for a moment, "What did Second Miss's lanterns do?"

"It's a butterfly." No disease.

The wet nurse slapped her thigh. "What a coincidence. Starting from the year before last, what do we girls do every year, and what does Second Miss do? We've already been on guard this year, how did we still bump into each other?"

"So what if I bumped into him?" Wang Rong didn't seem to care at all, "Second Miss and I share the same thoughts, and we heroes share the same views."

"My girl. This is not the case. " "The wet nurse said worriedly." "No matter how coincidental it is, it's always the same thing. Fortunately, it's the same thing as always. It's the same as every season when the Madam made clothes for the ladies. In the end, she's the only one showing how much difference there is between the two ladies."

Second Miss, Wang Zhixi, the second young miss of Imperial Guard Wang Qianhu's residence. She was one year younger than Wang Rong and was the successor. Wang Ronghe's mother would leave him alone for three days after giving birth to her. She would wait a month for her mother to enter the estate. Afterwards, they would become familiar with each other, which was a matter of course.

Most of the young mistresses were beautiful, but Wang Zhixi was simply too beautiful. At such a young age, she could already see the beauty of a country, and could foresee its unfathomable beauty in the future. She had been known as a beauty ever since she was a child.

Wang Rong and the oval-shaped face, almond-shaped eyes, plump lips and a naturally born smile, but compared to Wang Zhixi, she could only be considered as delicate and pretty.

If she wore the same outfit, she would only show off her second young miss' beauty.

Wang Rong laughed while looking at the angry wet nurse and the two depressed girls, "Take the other one, Wuyou, and bring the materials over."

Wuyou got up to get the materials, but the nanny stopped herself from complaining and started to worry again, "Then what will the young miss wear tomorrow?"

"It can't be that there's someone wearing a light yellow silk robe that hasn't been covered yet, can there?" Wang said, just worry about what to wear every day and what jewelry life is really a decadent life.

The candlelight dazzled the eyes, and Wang Rong took a piece of white silk cloth, dipped the brush in ink, and wrote in calligraphy about the fifteenth night of the first month of the Tang Dynasty, the poet Su Wei.

The trees of fire and the silver flowers merged together, and the iron locks of the Star Bridge opened.

The dark dust left on horseback, and the bright moon left.

The courtesans are all Nong Li, and the singing ends at the end of the plum fall.

Jin Wu could not resist the urge of the night.

Wang Rong was particularly fond of the phrase, "The bridge is made of iron," so she was quite satisfied with the finished product. She nodded and said, "Bring out the lamp holder for the horse lamp."

"Miss, isn't the color black and white a bit too monotonous?" No disease.

"Then take my Zhang Zi. Hmm, that Hemeroche." Wang Yunhe said, a small seal at the end of the pen, when the black and white when taken away full of red. The leaves of the lily trees adorned the names.

"Very good." Wang Rong He said. Even if she didn't boast about herself, she had loved her from her previous life and had trained diligently in her current life. If she were to return to her previous life now, she would sell her calligraphy for over a million yuan.

"Every year, the main purpose of the young master is to guess the lady's light and bring it back." The nurse put the lamp aside. "This year's will be easier to guess."

"Remind me, I need to find a simpler lamp riddle to hang up." Wang Rong He said. Third Brother always finds it first, but is unable to guess the riddle.