The palace in Chang'an has carved beams and painted pillars, long corridors with curved waists, and door leaf carvings that are also of the latest style. The middle of the courtyard is lined with mountain rocks, and a banyan tree supports a huge shade. The roots are covered with new soil, which must have been moved along the way.
I don’t know what kind of Jinquelin Palace it is.
Ruan Yuyi suddenly thought of the courtyard outside the palace, and her heart tightened.
"Mother, will we invite you to take a look inside?" Wen Zhi saw that her expression was different and said instead. He knew about those days, and he also knew that she was a little scared of the new place.
But she was not the only one who was depressed at that time. Wen Zhi had seen the new emperor wake up with sweat on his forehead many times, frowning and pressing his temples. By this time, he knew for sure that His Majesty was suffering from another nightmare.
Living.
People who have never seen the horror of that war will not sympathize with his depression.
Corpses piled up in mountains, and blood pooled under their feet. At the last moment, the screams made by the soldiers were probably not the resentment of dying because they had not killed all the enemies, but the unwillingness to die in a foreign land.
Even as a person of flesh and blood, the simplest cry of pain.
How can it not hurt when an arrow pierces the throat?
Even Wen Zhi, who was just a servant of the emperor, did not wear armor and went to the battlefield. Several years had passed, but he still felt lingering fear from the repeated screams. What's more, it was the new emperor who was responsible for leading the army.
Presumably, His Majesty must have clearly understood in his heart that what stood between him and Concubine Jin was not just a collaborator and treason, or a Hu doctor who was accidentally rescued.
Those were the soldiers who were supposed to survive and join the triumphant team. That was the life of Lieutenant General Yuan who was a brother and sister to His Majesty!
Wen Zhi's expression remained unchanged and he led her into the hall.
She has a slender figure, but her posture is excellent, her spine is straight, and her neck is long and graceful. In addition, she has been sick recently, and she looks even more frail. I feel pity for her.
For such a fragile person, if His Majesty is really cruel, it is impossible for her to reach the position of concubine.
Fortunately, her collusion with foreign enemies was just a misunderstanding, so His Majesty did not have to press so hard on her. Wen Fei sighed for a moment.
The red door was pushed open, and there was a long "squeak" sound, which seemed to be a sigh.
Ruan Yuyi froze in her tracks.
The layout in front of her is exactly the same as her house in the Ruan family in Wuzhou, ranging from lamps and soft curtains to table covers and chair covers. There is a faint fragrance of orchid, which was also the fragrance she loved to use when she was still in the boudoir.
She stepped inside.
She slowly touched the treasure vase on the table, feeling the cold and delicate touch under her fingertips. Everything in front of her made her feel like she was in her hometown.
She even felt that when she turned around, what she saw in front of her was the long boat of the boat. The willow color was green, and the mist and rain were hazy and she didn't know how deep it was.
But how dare she look back.
She stroked the smooth mouth of the bottle and suddenly regained her thoughts.
Due to playing with it when she was young, the vase in her house had a small chip, but she liked the picture of two butterflies playing with orchids on it and never discarded it.
Seeing the familiar sight in front of her, Mu Xiang's eyes trembled, and she was speechless for a moment. After a long while, she said, "Miss - I thought I went to the wrong place."
Ruan Yuyi could only suppress the sourness on the tip of her nose by quietly holding Mu Xiang's sleeves and feeling her standing beside her.
"Empress," Wen Zhi said, "are you happy to explain it like this?" He didn't know whether he hadn't heard Mu Xiang's slip of the tongue or something else, but he didn't insist on correcting the title in Mu Xiang's mouth.
This was His Majesty's idea. He knew that she was homesick, so he ordered this place to be renovated so that she could express her love.
Although the furnishings in front of me are not as gorgeous as other places, I don’t know how many letters I have sent to the Ruan family in Wuzhou, and I have checked them bit by bit to find out clearly. I don’t know how much effort has been spent on purchasing and purchasing. Even the chairs are similar. come over.
But later on, the same vase really couldn't be found, so the original craftsman was found and a new one was made.
She took a deep breath and said warmly, "You have worked hard, but it is extremely complicated to do it to this extent."
Wen Zhi replied with a few words, and in accordance with the new emperor's instructions, he only said that it was a craftsman's idea. After saying this, he found an opportunity to retire, leaving the place free for the master and the servant.
"Miss..." Mu Xiang called softly, but there seemed to be something stuck in her throat, and she could not continue speaking.
Ruan Yuyi understood, lowered her eyes and said, "My mother-in-law told me to live a good life and don't treat myself badly. Let's just send a letter to Wuzhou when we return to the palace." She couldn't bear to miss her.
She stopped mentioning it and looked at the vase instead, curling the corners of her lips and saying, "There are some hibiscus missing in it."
Her thoughts drifted far away, and her eyelashes were half closed, with tiny shadows falling under her eyes, making her look sad and gentle. Although her smile was light, it was rare and genuine.
Yes, in autumn, when the hibiscus in the school is in bloom, Mr. Ruan will always put some fresh flowers in this vase and keep them with clean water. Often, he will put new ones in without waiting for the last one to wither. coming.
Mu Xiang opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, and there was some worry in her eyes.
When the door was pushed open behind her, Mu Xiang was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to salute. When she saw him waving his hand, she lowered her head and stepped aside.
Ruan Yuyi was lost in thought when a hand with sharp joints stretched out in front of her and inserted a few red plums held between her fingertips into the vase. The slender branches were crooked in the vase.
The red plum blossoms were so beautiful that her heart skipped a beat.
"There are no hibiscus trees," Jiang Huaiyang casually fiddled with the red plum blossoms so that the lengths were staggered, "but I saw that the plum blossoms in your palace were in full bloom."
An unknown emotion enveloped her whole body. She didn't have time to discern it carefully, and her body reacted first. She turned around and saluted, "I have met Your Majesty."
The plum blossoms in her palace are indeed in bloom. It's just that when the snow falls and the red plum blossoms stand out, one white and one red, contrasting with each other, it's amazing.
She handed the sleeve burner to Mu Xiang, and stretched out her hand to play with the plum blossoms. A soft plum touched his cold hand intentionally or unintentionally. "It's perfect for Your Majesty to come to enjoy it on a snowy day," she invited.
His eyes darkened, and he took her hand, which may have been wrapped around her sleeves. Her hand was warm and soft, as if the coldness in his body was dissipated.
"It's a pity that Mei has only been around for a season." She said softly with a smile on her lips.
He knew that she was talking about moving here so that she would no longer be able to see the plum blossoms in Luomeixuan every day. He said, "If you like it, you can ask someone to move it here."
But she shook her head, "I'm afraid that moving them around will destroy their vitality, so it's better to plant them in the same place." Some things are where they should be, and they can be easily moved based on temporary joy. I'm afraid it will be counterproductive.
He said nothing more and let her go.
After a moment of silence, Ruan Yuyi suddenly spoke, "When I was still at home, I moved a hibiscus tree. After living for a spring and autumn, it gradually withered."
She rarely talked about what happened before Beijing. Maybe she was in a clear mood now and unconsciously wanted to find someone to talk to. He did not interrupt her and listened quietly.
She continued, "It turned out that my concubine's brother brought fresh flowers to me every day. Later, he simply moved the entire plant, but the result was——"
The hand that was playing with her fingertips paused for a moment, his eyebrows twitching slightly.