The two pomegranates in the atrium of Yuping Palace are in full bloom, with green leaves lined with green leaves. The large cloisonné flower pots carry a gust of wind, and the clusters of flowers are as fierce as burning, with a few petals as red as blood.
It was blown into the window lattice and fell on the desk
Xia Zhaoyi sat in front of the desk, staring blankly at the two pots of pomegranates outside the window, her expression seemed to be in a trance.
Seeing his sister's stunned look, Wen Ze stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder, asking, "Why are you so dazed?"
Wen Wan turned around and saw him, smiled slightly and said: "It's nothing, look at the flowers blooming well."
Wen Ze seemed to be in a good mood today and said with a smile: "No matter how beautiful these flowers bloom, they are not as beautiful and fragrant as you, my sister. It is worth looking at for so long."
Wen Wan's face turned red, like the pomegranate flowers outside the window. He lowered his head and spat: "Brother, what's wrong with you today? You don't look serious."
Wen Ze smiled and said: "You can't take the good deeds of my sister and the joy of being a brother as a joke?"
Wen Wan, however, looked very unconcerned and said, "What a good thing, I think it's just an annoyance!"
Wen Ze pondered for a moment and said: "The person who was in charge of the Sixth Palace was Concubine Qing. You used to be very good with her. Now that this right belongs to you, are you afraid that she will annoy you?"
Wen Wan sighed and said: "It's true that she can be annoyed, but she only thinks of annoying me in her heart. On the surface, she and I still look harmonious."
Wen Ze hurriedly reminded: "Then you have to be careful. The most important thing to watch out for is these people who talk sweet talk but are secretive."
Wen Wan smiled at him and said, "Brother is worrying too much, but my sister knows better."
Wenze nodded. At this time, the palace servants brought two bowls of ice. In the blue and white bowl of Lotus truncatula, there were finely chopped ice cubes mixed with snow-white pears and red watermelon. The melon pulp and pear flesh were sliced very thin, faintly showing through.
A honey-like sweet scent
"Although this is good for relieving the heat, don't eat too much because it will make you feel sick to your stomach."
Wen Wan laughed and ate, saying, "I got it."
Wenze also picked up the bowl to eat, and a corner of white was exposed at the cuff. Wenwan had sharp eyes, stretched out his hand, and saw that it was a handkerchief used in the palace. There were orchids embroidered on the corner, but there was no mark. He didn't know which palace it was from.
Wen Ze hurriedly stepped forward to grab it, but Wen Wan laughed and asked: "Brother, tell me honestly, who gave this to me?"
"Don't talk nonsense. No one gave it to me. It was just that day... Yuqian Shangyi accidentally left it behind. I have to return it to her."
The smile on Wen Wan's face froze for a moment, and the handkerchief slipped down. Wen Ze quickly folded it and tucked it into his sleeve.
The faint sound of cicadas in the distance sounded hoarse at this time. Wen Wan lowered the window screen. It was azure after the rain the day before yesterday. Through this color, the fiery red pomegranate outside showed a faint layer of blue.
"Does my brother like her?" Suddenly, Wen Wan asked.
Wen Ze was startled, as if the secret in his heart had been broken, and he said in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense!" The color in his voice had changed.
Wen Wan's eyes seemed to be filled with displeasure, but he smiled and said: "Brother, why bother hiding it from me? We are biological brothers and sisters, shouldn't we be able to say such things to each other?"
Wen Ze pursed his lips and said nothing, looked out the window in the distance, and sighed: "It's not that my brother is hiding it from you, it's just... if it's unrealistic, we'd better not say it."
Wen Wan picked up a piece of melon pulp and ate it, and said slowly: "Why is this unrealistic? My brother is General Jinwu, is he not worthy of her? She is just an orphan whose home was confiscated, but now she serves in front of the emperor.
If the emperor is willing to let her go and marry her brother, it will be her fate."
Wen Ze smiled bitterly and said: "If you understand this, you should know that she is not easy to ask for."
Wen Wan said, "Is it possible that the emperor is unwilling to let go? The emperor is a man who cherishes his old kindness, and his brother is his confidant. He will not be reluctant to part with a slave." When he said this, he had no confidence at all, and he only seemed to be comforting. Own
Wen Ze shook his head and said: "Others can say that Shen Huan - that is probably absolutely impossible."
Wen Wan bit his lip and whispered: "How can I know if I haven't tried before? Leave this matter to my sister. It's rare for my brother to find someone he likes. My sister will definitely find a way to help him fulfill his wish."
Wen Ze was just about to refuse, but he saw the firmness in his sister's eyes and thought that now that his sister had the favor of the emperor, maybe she would propose it, and the emperor seemed to have no reason to refuse.
After all, Shen Huan is still the imperial concubine, not the emperor's concubine. However, although the harem is now full, the emperor still takes a very light view of women's sex. In a month, the emperor sleeps alone for most of the days, and several other concubines Among the young masters of Jin Dynasty, Concubine Fu was the one who slept with her the most, but only three or four times. The others were Yang Changzai once, Fei Pei once, and Xia Zhaoyi once.
I don’t know when the next time I will go to bed will be, so Xia Zhaoyi can only take the initiative.
That day, she personally made sour plum soup and ordered someone to bring it to Shangyang Palace to see Jia Xichen. Xichen had just gotten up from a nap, and there was no taste in her mouth. After drinking a bowl, she suddenly felt comfortable and full of energy.
"Qing Wan is very interested. This sour plum soup is really good." Xichen said with a smile and asked, "Is there any more?"
Xia Zhaoyi said hurriedly: "There is another bowl, but the emperor didn't use enough?"
Xichen said: "I have used enough." He turned around and said to Xiaoshizi: "Go and serve it and bring it to Shangyi's room. She is intolerant of heat and greedy for cold. This stuff is sour and sweet and suits her taste." "
Xia Zhaoyi felt her heart sink, and the smile on her lips froze in an instant. Although it was the dog days of summer, it felt as if someone had poured ice water all over her. Even her internal organs were covered with frost, and it was bitingly cold.