Seeing that Gong Yueyue's voice was normal, she looked at her carefully again and was sure that she had recovered. The big stone that had been hanging on Qin'e's heart all night finally fell down. She took the porcelain cup and said softly: "I'll go out right now, girl.
If you need anything, just call me." Gong Yueyue smiled faintly at her, raised her hand to caress her chest, and slowly fell asleep on the silk pillow. A book of autumn-scented Song poetry inside the bed reflected into her dark pupils.
A soft smile appeared on Gong Yueyue's lips. She picked up the ancient book with her white hands and began to read it quietly.
A few days ago, my fingertips, which had been deeply dyed a clear snow-green color with newly bloomed delphiniums, shone in the golden sunlight.
The sun gradually rose higher, and the light felt a little dazzling. Gong Yueyue raised her hand and gently put down the pink and white smoke plum curtain hanging on the fourteen blue bird silver hooks, but her eyes did not move away from the page of the book for a moment.
.
"Since spring comes, the green is sad and the red is red, and the heart is full of things. The sun is in the flowers, and the orioles are wearing willow belts, and they are still lying under the fragrant quilt. The warmth is gone, and the greasy clouds are sleeping. I am tired of combing and wrapping up all day long. Nothing! Hate the thin love.
When I left, there was no music or book left.
If I had known it earlier, I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle. I turned to the chicken window and only kept the barbarian paper elephant in charge, restraining me from teaching chanting. I stayed with you and didn't throw away. I sat with my needle and thread leisurely. Come to me and don't use it.
My youth is wasted."
The deft syllables rolled on the tip of Lilac's tongue. After reading it slowly, Gong Yueyue felt that the words were rich and full of fragrance. She glanced out the window with her eyes and saw a red-billed and yellow-feathered bird standing on the tall willow tree.
The branches sing gracefully a cappella.
"In a few days, the beauty of midsummer will also pass away with the season." Gong Yueyue murmured in a low voice, and Gong Yueyue thought of Lin Wei who was about to go on an expedition to Yanmen, and a blush appeared on her pale face.
Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly heard the joyful laughter of Princess Yangzhai. She just calmed down her longing and said with a smile: "You are here."
She tilted her head slightly, and under the golden sunlight, Princess Yangzhai's plump and crystal oval face looked like a silver basin. Her eyebrows were raised into her temples, and she looked charming and graceful. She smiled softly, gently rolled up the pink and white plum blossom tent, and Princess Yangzhai looked up.
Take the Ci scroll from Gong Yueyue's hand.
He glanced at it and put it on the red sandalwood Eight Immortals table next to him. He said with a cold face: "Why are you reading Liu Sanbian's words again? You, you are already worried, so if you read these sad and melancholy things again,
Wouldn’t it make me feel even more unhappy?”
Gong Yueyue pursed her lips and smiled, and said warmly: "I know, just don't read it next time." Putting on her white silk and silver chrysanthemum skirt, Princess Yangzhai sat down beside the bed, her eyes rolled around, and she smiled brightly at Gong Yueyue.
Said: "Today you owe my boss a favor."
Gong Yueyue said in confusion: "What do I owe? Why don't I know it myself?" Her pink fingers tapped Gong Yueyue's forehead, and Princess Yangdi said coquettishly: "You, you, what happened to what you entrusted to me last night?"
I forgot about it early this morning."
As she spoke, Princess Yangzhai quietly leaned over to Gong Yueyue and whispered: "My father has agreed to send us off for the expedition. On that day, you will follow me to Baqiao. However, you have to go to Baqiao with me."
I feel sorry for you for a while."
After a long silence, Princess Yangzhai suddenly felt doubtful. She stood up and looked at Gong Yueyue carefully. She saw her eyes were filled with confusion and she was muttering to herself: "I regret teaching my husband to seek the title of Marquis."
Unable to help laughing, Princess Yangdi patted Gong Yueyue on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Yueyue, why do you become so crazy just by mentioning him?"
Gong Yueyue, who had woken up, blushed when she heard this and whispered: "It's not what you think! I just read Liu Yong's poem "Ding Feng Bo", which talks about a woman missing her lover who has gone far away.
.I suddenly remembered a Tang poem that had a very similar meaning to this word, and then I remembered that it was the sentence "Repent of teaching a husband to seek a title!"
Princess Yangzhai stood up with a giggle, and a golden step on her green cloud-like temples slapped her forehead with a smile, "Yueyue, if Lin Wei doesn't go to war and has no fame, how can he do it?"
Are you asking your father to marry you?"
Gong Yueyue looked slightly startled, pondered for a moment, and said softly: "I am happy for him, not because of his background. In this expedition, whether he wins or loses, I will always be happy for him. I love him
It is his manliness that dares to fight and serve the country, it is not what you said. Love is no matter the so-called complexity in the world, love is just a dance between two souls who know each other and cherish each other."
Seeing that she was getting serious, Princess Yangdi suppressed her smile and said pitifully: "You and I know each other, how could I not know your thoughts? It's just that things are unpredictable. If Lin Wei really doesn't do anything, I'm afraid my father will
I won’t trust you to him."
Gong Yueyue looked at Princess Yangdi's plump appearance and said softly: "Because of Lin Wei, I have never dared to ask you. What about you?"
With her head slightly tilted, Princess Yangdi smiled sweetly and said happily: "He has no self in his heart. Even if I think about him again, what's the use? I will definitely meet my beloved in the future."
Spreading out her pink palms, Princess Yangzhai said playfully: "Sister Yuzhang was regretted by Nanyue because of the conflicting eight characters. Maybe my father will let me marry to Nanyue!"
Somehow, when she heard the word "South Vietnam", Gong Yueyue suddenly felt a cloud in her heart, and said seriously: "Are you telling the truth? You can't go to South Vietnam!"
Princess Yangzhai stared at Gong Yueyue, her expression became solemn, and she whispered: "I know you are worried about me, but no one can be sure about fate. I think that my mother and concubine have spent the best part of their lives in this palace.
In our youth, even though the Lu family is as rich as anyone in the country, it is because of the word "Shang" that we, mother and daughter, can never get rid of the voices of discussion."
With a hint of anger on her face, Princess Yangzhai said quietly: "If you go to South Vietnam, you might be able to meet your sweetheart and make a good marriage!"
Gong Yueyue coughed a few times and said softly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think that marrying to South Vietnam is such a beautiful thing? Instead of treating our women as pawns for political purposes, saying that marrying to South Vietnam is a princess. Who knows?
, I haven’t even seen what that prince is like, if he is a vulgar person, then he will really suffer!”
Hearing the profound meaning in Gong Yueyue's words, he saw that she was coughing frequently and her clothes were thin.
Princess Yangdi changed her mind and said something else. She stood up and took out a home-made green bamboo coat from the mahogany railing. Without turning around, she gently put it on Gong Yueyue and said with a smile: "My bones are getting better just now.
Why don't you cherish yourself so much? Even though the heat is intense in the summer, you are still sick and your body is no match for ours."
The two of them were talking when suddenly Hui Guang opened the crystal curtain and came in with a smile, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Princess, someone from Zide Palace has sent word that Empress Lu Qizi will be at the gate of the palace soon, and the servant has come to invite the master.