☆ Chapter 225 Immorality

                                    

                                          
In October, the first snow fell in Yanjing City.
The snow was not heavy, but the weather was already extremely cold. They heard that the mountains in the east were blocked by snow, and hunters dared not go into the mountains. There were also people who would risk their lives to go into the mountains. If nothing else, they could sell a piece of white wolf skin to the wives of rich families at this time of year for a hundred taels of silver.
People would do anything to make a living.
The walls and eaves outside the palace were covered with a layer of white snow. Although it was not as thick as in the cold winter, the silver-clad snow was beginning to show. The young eunuchs and maids who had just entered the house were still very curious. When sweeping the snow in the yard, they always couldn't help but step on it with their feet. Sometimes when they were resting and no one was around, they would make snowballs and throw them to each other for fun, which was quite interesting.
Older people didn't have such a good mood. In winter, people always become particularly sentimental, as if everything has lost hope. Looking at these new palace maids, they just shook their heads and sighed. There is no tomorrow, and every year people enter the palace, and every year people die. Don't you see how many nameless bones are buried under the land despite the purity of the white snow? 
The palace looks magnificent, but it is actually dangerous. For them, the greatest blessing is probably to spend a few years in peace, and then be released from the palace smoothly at the beginning of the year, get married and have children, and live a stable life.
The sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures in Cining Palace has not been as frequent as before recently. It may be too cold. The empress dowager sat in the hall copying scriptures for a while, and her hands and feet became stiff. The palace maids hurriedly brought a heater for her to warm her hands.
"I'm old." The Queen Mother sighed and said, "My hands and feet are always cold lately."
"Maybe it's too cold in the palace," Meixiang replied, "I'll ask someone to add a few more floor heaters later."
The Queen Mother smiled, but didn't say anything. She just frowned slightly and pressed her forehead. Meixiang said, "Do you want to go to the bedroom to rest for a while?"
"Okay." The Queen Mother replied. Meixiang helped the Queen Mother to the bedroom as she said. When she walked to the door of the bedroom, the Queen Mother was stunned and suddenly said, "Meixiang, you guard the door and don't let anyone in."
Meixiang didn't ask why, but just nodded and walked out. The Queen Mother looked at the person inside.
There was someone sitting next to her bed, with his hands behind his back and his legs on the chair. She was used to being delicate and the bed mattress she slept on was the most exquisite and soft. When this person sat down like this, the bed was sunken by half, which was really funny.
"Are you going to die? How dare you come here?" The Queen Mother said calmly, trying to hide the astonishment in her eyes.
It was a young man, with a strong and handsome appearance, and a bit of unrestrained and unrestrained style that did not belong to Yanjing City. Hearing this, he just smiled and said, "Rou Jia, long time no see."
The Queen Mother's body trembled slightly. "Rou Jia" was her maiden name. So many years had passed. When the late emperor was alive, he never called her like this. But the man in front of her, whether she was the daughter of the Lin family, or the crown princess, or the queen, or even the current queen mother, he always called her "Rou Jia".
This man was Yin Zhan.
Prince Xia, the brother of the late emperor, the famous General Zhaode, broke into the Queen Mother's bedroom and called her so intimately.