All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

Shen Lingxi only knew that Yuzhu followed the aunt in charge of Yutan Palace that day.

That being the case, he should go back to Yutan Palace with the aunt in charge.

Although Shen Lingxi's scope of activities in the palace is very small, King An is a dead soul and can go anywhere he wants.

Shen Lingxi asked An Wang for help, and went to Yutan Palace to find Yuzhu.

However, no trace of Yuzhu was found.

She pondered for a while, took a pen and paper, and drew the face of the veiled aunt in charge who came to Fu'an Hall that day.

"Yuzhu followed this aunt in charge, please help me find this person, maybe I can know where Yuzhu went from her."

Although the woman with a few strokes in the painting only showed eyebrows and eyes, Wang An's expression changed slightly when he saw her.

"She's not from Yutan Palace." He looked puzzled, "She's my aunt, how could she go to Fu'an Hall in such an appearance?"

"Princess Pingyang?" Shen Lingxi was full of surprise.

King An nodded, "I'll go to the eldest princess's mansion to have a look, you wait for my news."

Shen Lingxi responded, she had just entered the palace, and she couldn't get out for a while, so it was most appropriate for Wang An to check on her.

After King An left, Shen Lingxi stayed in the west hall for two days, but did not wait for him to come back.

The queen mother also seemed to forget that she was there, so she only asked Li Gonggong to order the dining room to make a lot of delicious food and drink it every day.

With nothing to do, Shen Lingxi asked Xiaodouzi to find for her the favorite painting of the Empress Dowager in Shoukang Palace, as a reference for embroidery samples.

One of the paintings is a picture of Xuetuan playing with butterflies in the imperial garden.

"Meow..."

Xue Tuan looked at the painting with a sad expression.

This should be the happiest time of its life, but now it can never go back.

Xiaodouzi sighed: "This is the queen mother's favorite cat. It disappeared suddenly a few months ago. The empress ordered people to search inside and outside the palace, but they couldn't find it. Since then, the empress has been ill. The palace is getting more and more deserted day by day. The Empress sent someone to find another identical lion cat, but the Empress Dowager sent someone back, saying that it was not a snowball."

Xuetuan understood what he said, jumped off the table with a "meow", ran towards the main hall, and went to find the queen mother.

Shen Lingxi simply traced the shape, set up the embroidery frame, and embroidered the snow ball on the plain silk.

On the day the plain silk was embroidered, Shen Lingxi asked Xiaodouzi to find some Buddhist bamboos, polished them carefully, and made a round fan.

When the round fan was finished, the queen mother seemed to think of Shen Lingxi and summoned her to the main hall.

Just like last time, the Empress Dowager was leaning on the couch, serious and unsmiling.

"Aijia heard from Xiaodouzi that you made a round fan?"

Shen Lingxi presented the fan, "I heard that the empress has always remembered the snow ball, and the minister embroidered the snow ball on the fan according to the appearance in the painting. If the empress misses it, she can fan it with the fan and talk about comfort."

The Empress Dowager took the fan, and saw that on one side it was embroidered with snow balls basking in the sun and sleeping, and on the other side was its appearance of fluttering butterflies.

On the plain silk, the snow ball's hair is embroidered with two-color silk thread.

When the fan is turned over, it seems that the snowball is moving, vivid and lifelike.

"Okay, that's great." The Empress Dowager stroked the fan with slightly wet eyes, "It's the snow ball from the Ai family."

"Meow... Meow..." Xue Tuan's soul yelled at the Queen Mother twice, with glass-like mandarin duck eyes showing distressed expression.

Shen Lingxi thought for a while, and comforted her: "Your Majesty misses Xuetuan so much, and Xuetuan must miss her somewhere. Everything has a spirituality, and Xuetuan will come back one day. Please cherish yourself, otherwise Xuetuan will miss you. Tuan will also be sad when he sees that the empress does not think about eating and drinking for it."

"Meow..."

Xue Tuan yelled again, rubbed against the Empress Dowager's arms, and nestled on her lap.

The Queen Mother wiped the corners of her eyes lightly with a handkerchief, "Yes, you are right, Xue Tuan has been very spiritual since she was a child, and every time she sees me crying, she will nestle in my arms."

As she spoke, she subconsciously stretched out her hand and stroked Xue Tuan's usual position.

Her hand just ran across the back hair of Xue Tuan's dead soul.

In Shen Lingxi's eyes, it was as if she was really touching the snow ball.

"Meow." Xue Tuan closed his eyes halfway and purred comfortably.

Shen Lingxi softened her eyes unconsciously.

The Empress Dowager's eyes fell on her face, her expression slightly startled.

He lowered his head and looked at his hand again, it was empty and contained nothing.

Seeing her movements, Shen Lingxi looked away as if nothing had happened, and lowered her eyes halfway.

But even so, the Queen Mother still noticed something strange.

"Ah Gui, go and get Xuetuan's favorite hydrangea." The queen mother ordered to the mother in charge beside her.

Mother Gui agreed, and quickly brought out a hydrangea ball from the bedroom.

The hydrangea is decorated with red and yellow tassels, and there should be a silver bell inside, which will make a sound when it is moved casually.

As soon as Xuetuan heard the sound of the hydrangea, he immediately got up from the empress dowager's arms, jumped to the ground, and circled around Mama Gui excitedly.

Shen Lingxi tried her best not to let her gaze wander, but the look between her eyebrows and eyes softened a lot unconsciously.

"The Ai family has made up their minds, so you can embroider a ball of snow playing with hydrangea on the shroud." The queen mother sat up straight, looked at her, and made a final decision, "In the future, the Ai family will wear this outfit and go to see the late emperor under the Nine Springs." .”

Shen Lingxi: ...

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Now that the embroidery pattern of the embroidered clothes has been determined, Shen Lingxi must follow the Queen Mother's instructions.

Only this time, the Empress Dowager ordered the embroidery frame to be placed in the main hall, and let Shen Lingxi embroider under her nose.

Double-sided embroidery is a rare embroidery technique, so it is reasonable for the Queen Mother to want to see the excitement.

Shen Lingxi didn't doubt that he was there, and while no one was paying attention, she enshrined the Hydrangea with both hands to Xuetuan's dead soul.

Then, in front of Xuetuan, the same phantom hydrangea appeared for it to play with.

Therefore, when Shen Lingxi began to outline the embroidery pattern on the rice paper, the queen mother saw that she would stop writing from time to time, and look softly at an empty place in the hall.

This made the queen mother further confirm her guess.

When Shen Lingxi waited, he finished sketching the image of Xuetuan playing hydrangea on the rice paper.

The Empress Dowager looked carefully at Xuetuan's expression and movements on the paper, and saw Xuetuan's paw tightly holding on to the yellow tassel, she finally confirmed her guess.

Two days later, she called Shen Lingxi to her front and asked, "Girl, the Ai family heard earlier that when you were in Xuanpinghou's mansion, you used an altar to perform rituals and found the body of a slave. Is there such a thing?"

Shen Lingxi didn't know why she suddenly brought up this matter, pondered for a while, and said humbly: "It's just a fluke, my daughter is not good at learning."

The Queen Mother rarely smiled.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in a few days. The emperor will hold a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the palace. How about you quietly set up an altar in Shoukang Palace and find Xuetuan's body for Ai's family?"

The Empress Dowager, a tenth-level reader of the storybook and a loyal fan of Goldfinger supernatural novels, will never lose in reasoning.

The next update will still be at night. The house is too noisy during the holidays. I will post it after I think about it. Please forgive me.