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Distance Drabbles Day 429:

79: Smoke | Sunday morning drive 67: Consort Jing

She is a woman of small pleasures, savoured with intention. Once, this was by necessity, the habit of one who has few choices and fewer opportunities for joy, such that each must be cultivated and treasure. This is no longer her circumstance, but the practice has served her well and she has maintained it.

Her Sundays are one such pleasure, and today is particularly fine. The sun is kind and the breeze gentle, so she puts the top down on the way to the farmers market. She buys plums, just in season, with thoughts of a tart in the afternoon.

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Episode 13 Recap

Welcome to NIF Episode 13: The Tangerines Strike Back. I cannot believe this show had the audacity to troll me like this, but here we are.

The mystery visitors from the end of last episode are officials complaining that a lot of work that the Ministry of Personnel should be getting done for the new year is not being completed. Why not bother Minister He about it, Yu asks irritably–Minister He is…

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Distance Drabbles Day 440:

29: Fresh | You can’t teach and old dog 11: Consort Jing

She is accustomed to making do, and she is good at it. Even a favoured  concubine is never given first pick of anything, and she was never favoured as a concubine. So she baked with stale hazelnuts, wilted flowers, the very last of the dried fruits, and over time, learned to extract summer’s first days from winter’s hardened scraps.

This spring, though, she is a concubine no longer, and the first pick of the fruits is hers. She will bake, later today, and have treats ready for Jingyan. This first cherry, though, is hers alone, flooding her tongue with sunlight.

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Distance Drabbles Day 369:

38: Happy New Year | Map 11: Consort Jing

Jingyan, ever punctual, arrives right on time. She returns his smile as he sits beside her, reaching for a wrapper and a spoonful of filling.

She does this every year, but the last time Jingyan was able to join her, he was still a child, and they were both at Yueyao-jie’s palace. She remembers teaching him, his little fingers still clumsy and his face screwed up in concentration. By the time he was beginning to master them, he had other obligations, and could not make dumplings with her.

His first is imperfect, out of practice, but they have time now.

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Distance Drabbles Day 378:

60: Motivation | Shopping List 23: Lin Chen/Consort Jing

He is a study in indifference, lounging with a cup of wine and an indolent smirk, vulgar words thrown about with careless precision. It draws endless, eye-rolling disapproval from her nephew, and indulgent smirks or shock from the few courtiers who have met him. The Jianghu, they murmur, is truly a different world.

It is a performance worthy of an emperor’s brother, but she has seen him in the mornings, when he leaves her bed at first light to work or to train. She knows as well as anyone the labor that effortlessness requires, and his genius is effortless indeed.

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Distance Drabbles Day 377:

79: Smoke | Sunday Morning Drive 59: Lin Chen/Consort Jing

His liquor cabinet is the result of more than a decade of curation, a deeply satisfying and intensely personal project. Even so, there are a few bottles on the shelf that he is rapidly beginning to think of as hers.

The Port Charlotte is one of these. He picked it up years ago, but these days it feels like he’s kept it this long because it was waiting for her, waiting for him to kiss it out of her mouth, tasting like smoke. Somehow it matches her perfectly, earthy and grounded, but still clean and knife sharp, lighter than air.