My mood calmed down a little. When I looked up and saw his concerned eyes, my heart suddenly relaxed and I felt relieved. www.
However, I still had people I cared about, so I asked: "So..."
He knew my thoughts and said with a smile: "Concubine Jing is very good, and so is Long Yue. Concubine Jing treats Long Yue as if she were her own child, and Long Yue is also very attached to her. The bond between mother and daughter is very deep."
I felt very comforted, and I didn't realize my wine dimples were rounding up, "That's good, I have the love and care of my concubine, I feel relieved."
Xuan Qing said: "Now Concubine Jing and Concubine Duan are co-managers of the Sixth Palace. Concubine Longyue is calm and sensible. Concubine Jing can hardly leave her for a moment. And..." He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the words, "Longyue is the emperor's concubine, not the prince.
, and so young.”
I nodded, my heart was so excited that it was hard to describe, and two lines of clear tears slowly fell from my eyes, sliding to the corner of my mouth. I felt no bitterness, only sweetness. Xuanqing had already made it very clear, Wuyue was the Emperor Ji, and would never threaten her.
Whose status, and Concubine Jing has the power to co-manage the Sixth Palace, and others dare not touch her easily. Moreover, Concubine Jing treats Long Yue as if she were her own child, and takes her with her at all times. This shows that Concubine Jing is determined to protect her.
she.
I hesitated for a moment and finally asked, "So her father..."
"Very good." His eyes were gentle and understanding, like the clear brilliance of the bright moon, which made people feel at ease. "With the word "Wanwan", the emperor's brother and mother naturally regard her as the apple of their eyes, not to mention that Longyue itself is very lovable.
like."
Tears finally burst out of my eyes. He gently wiped away my tears. My tears were so soft and penetrated into the fine texture of the skin between his fingers. He said: "Everyone is good, you just need to love yourself."
I threw myself into his arms, nodded lightly but firmly, and choked with sobs: "Yes. I want to take good care of myself because of you and because of everyone who makes me care about and loves me."
I raised my head and looked at him, and said in a low voice: "Qing, thank you for always bringing me news about Long Yue. As a mother, I actually owe her a lot."
Qing's gestures were quiet and tender, and she said warmly: "You have planned too much for her. She will live a good life in the palace. As a mother, you have done your best."
The vast and endless river was endless. He and I went boating on the river, stopped the oars, and let the boat drift on its own. The bells of Ganlu Temple echoed in the distant sky. They were so far apart that the Sanskrit sounds became lingering and lingering after hearing them.
Like silk. The sky is vast and endless. Countless stars in the sky are pouring into the river, each one is as bright as a broken diamond. The green water grass is swaying in the water, and there is a rich and vigorous breath of the river. When the oar stops, the boat stops, like rafting across the bright Milky Way.
He held my hand firmly, and I lay quietly on his lap. Because he was practicing with his hair on, his long hair was scattered freely, without any makeup. His simple clothes had the softness and fit that only worn materials can have.
The texture sticks tightly to my skin.
It's just so quiet and relatively quiet.
His voice was like a wind chime on the eaves in March, ringing softly in the wind, light and sweet. His hair was blown into pieces by the wind, and I brushed it away again and again. He chuckled softly: "I haven't combed my hair in the past.
Hair and quilt on both shoulders."
I lazily tilted my head and said politely: "How can I not be pitiful on Wan Shenlang's lap?"
I looked up at him and chuckled softly. His chin had a freshly shaved green color, like the faint morning light before the sunrise in the morning.
His smile was clear and joyful. He held me in his arms and ran his fingers through my lustrous black hair with compassion. He said, "No wonder women in the world value their hair so much. A head full of black hair is full of emotions."
head."
I felt naughty for a moment and pulled off a piece of hair from his forehead. Suddenly, he let out an "ouch" and frowned in pain, saying, "What?"
I smiled at him and said, "Didn't you just say that a head full of black hair also means a head full of emotions? Qing Lang has so many black hairs, so I will help you remove some of your worries and emotions, so that you can have less worries, okay?"
He laughed loudly and pinched my nose with two fingers. The boat was too small and I had nowhere to hide, so I had to pinch my nose. He said: "Who said love is troublesome? Just take it.
I have pulled out all my hair, and I will do the same to you."
I spat lightly and said, "I'm not ashamed." Before I finished speaking, I laughed and fell into his arms. In his arms, there was always such a clean and fragrant breath, like a delicate and refreshing Du Ruo.
He untied the gauze bag tied around his waist, released the fireflies in the bag one by one, held them in my hand, and asked, "Do you like it?"
The beautiful fireflies exude a cool and bluish light, just like the stars. I was pleasantly surprised and said: "The sky is already full of stars, I don't dare to be greedy anymore."
The sound of running water was gurgling, as gentle as a lover's whisper. I looked at it lustfully, but finally couldn't bear it, so I let go of my hand and released all the fireflies, watching them scatter around me.
I stretched out my hand and found it in his arms, and the little tassel fell steadily into the palm of my hand. The embroidery yarn weave, silver tassels, and tortoise shell beads had a soft luster under the moonlight.
rise.
I thought it was because he had carefully preserved it over the years, and it didn't look like it had lost any of its original appearance. I opened it carefully and said, "It's been an old thing for many years, why are you hiding it so close to your body?"
He looked at Jinying with soft and sincere eyes, and said: "Although it is an old thing, if it hadn't been with me these years, I'm afraid my heart would not be so peaceful." As usual, there are a few pieces of Du Ruo in Jinying.
Petals, dried flowers still have a sweet fragrance, and among the fragrance lies my little portrait quietly. He said softly: "The people in the mountains are as beautiful as Du Ruo, and only flowers like Du Ruo can match your little statue."
.”
I gently stroked my fingers over the small red statue, with a hint of lingering in my fingers, and said, "This is how I used to be."
This little portrait was cut by Xiao Yunzi personally for me on New Year's Eve of the year I first entered the palace as a blessing. His workmanship was excellent and the cut was lifelike.
I remembered something and couldn't help but wonder: "There's something I've always wanted to ask you, but I always forgot - how did you get this little statue?" I thought about it, "I met him in the Yimei Garden that day.
The person is not you."
He nodded, "Of course it wasn't me." He told me slowly, "That day, Brother Huang left the banquet to relax and walked to the Plum Garden to meet you. I didn't know about it. I just saw him leaving drunkenly.
I also heard that I had gone to Yimei Garden, so I was worried, so I rushed there with Li Chang to have a look." His voice was slightly low, "The plum blossoms in Yimei Garden were the best in the palace.
When the Queen entered the palace, she was most cherished by the Emperor's brother. The precious plum blossoms in the Plum Garden were all planted by the Emperor's brother with Empress Chunyuan for her to enjoy in the winter. So I heard that the Emperor's brother left the meeting midway.
I went to Yimei Garden, so I didn’t worry about going there in person."
I lowered my head slightly and sighed, "All these causes originally originated from Queen Chunyuan." I smiled bitterly, "It turns out that from the very beginning, I have never escaped from her shadow."
He gently comforted: "Actually, you and her are not very similar."
I nodded, "Just say it."
"When we arrived at Yimei Garden, the imperial brother had already come out. He only ordered Li Chang to find a palace maid in Yimei Garden as soon as possible. I knew that something must have happened. At that time, I was just curious for a moment.
Li Chang helped the emperor to leave, and then went into the Plum Garden to have a look. I remembered that the emperor said that the palace maid had spoken to him across the flower tree, so I went to where the flowers were in full bloom and where the footprints were deepest under the snow.
I looked for it and found your little statue hanging on the branch, so I thought it must have been left by the palace maid."
I covered my lips and chuckled, "How did you know that the palace maid, later Lady Miaoyinyu, was not the person in the little statue? Have you ever seen Lady Miaoyin?"
"I've seen her before," he chuckled. "As soon as I saw her, I knew she was not the person the emperor was looking for."
"Although the little statue is cut out to be lifelike, it is not a living person. In fact, it is not possible to tell who it is at a glance."
He nodded, "Of course, I didn't know she was not you based on the portrait." His eyebrows slightly raised, quite proudly, "Do you know how I knew that?"
I deliberately ignored him and said, "You can talk if you like. If you don't, I won't listen to you."
He laughed, "Because of the footprints. The footprints I saw on the snow that day were much smaller than Lady Miaoyin's feet. Moreover, the emperor once told me that the maid he was talking to knew some poetry.
Wen. As for Lady Miaoyin, who was born as a flower-growing palace maid, she doesn't look like someone who can say, 'The wind is as clear as the mind, and it is easy not to destroy it.' Since she is not her, I made up my mind and hid this little statue."
"Why hide?"
"Lady Miaoyin later fought for favor, which further confirmed my suspicion. If she was really the palace maid who talked to the emperor's brother that night, how could she always cause trouble after becoming his concubine? It is obvious that she is definitely not the same person.
." He laughed: "Since the maid talking to the emperor claimed to be the maid of Yimei Garden, although it may not be the case, she must be a woman in this palace. She naturally knew about Lady Miaoyin's impersonation, but she did not say anything.
I find it interesting that you regard your kindness and favor as nothing, your imperial power and wealth as nothing, and you are good at understanding poetry. It would be a pity to just be a palace maid."
I couldn't help laughing and said: "I understand, you have the intention to hide her and make her your concubine."
There was a deep smile in Qing's eyes, and she said: "I don't think so. I just think that if possible, I can become a close friend who sings poetry with her. If she is left to work hard in the palace, or...
One day I will follow in the footsteps of Lady Miaoyin, and I will have to fight for favor with a woman like her, and have the high pressure of Concubine Hua. It will be a very hard life. I always feel that such a woman should not be buried in the palace."
I smiled bitterly, turned away in panic and said, "Unfortunately, no matter how I escaped, I couldn't escape my own life."
He looked back on the past and said calmly: "That's why you lost your son and fell out of favor that day, and you were left in the cold. But that day I saw you dressed in plain clothes and appearing in the Yimei Garden to pray for the emperor's brother. Even though it was deliberately suspected, but
In my heart, Brother Huang will not care at all."
I smiled indifferently, "I always thought it was because he was moved by my feelings that time, but I didn't know that there was Queen Chunyuan."
He said: "Brother Huang will naturally be happy if you are willing to go back and please him. Although there are some tricks, they will only look pitiful and cute to him, and you chose Yimei Garden by mistake. So you
His subsequent favor is obvious."
I lowered my head and said slowly: "I actually don't know the reason for Yimeiyuan." I smiled coldly, turned around and said: "So it was because of her from the beginning."
He nodded, "I know. But it doesn't matter now, it doesn't matter." Xuan Qing's expression gradually became a little sad, like the sunset face whose petals were wetted by the cool night dew, more like the thin and curved moonlight on the horizon.
, cold as autumn frost, "The first time I saw you in Taiping Palace, washing your feet by the spring, and when I heard you read the sentence "If life is just like the first meeting, why is the west wind sad and painted with a fan", I already knew that you
It must be the woman in the portrait. Although the portrait is not a real person, I really have that feeling that it must be you. It's a pity... When I first met you, you were already the most favored Zhen Wanyi among the emperor's brothers.
"
Zhen Wanyi, indeed. In Taiping Palace that year, I was the most favored little master Wanyi.
I tried my best not to recall the past events related to Xuan Ling that made me unhappy, so I just laughed and said, "You were so reckless back then. You didn't shy away from me when you saw my bare feet. You even dared to ask me my maiden name. You were really a libertine."
He held my hand and said with a rather shy smile: "I was really reckless that day, but I have never seen such an uninhibited woman singing barefoot in the palace. I just really want to know your name, so even though I know
It’s not appropriate, so I asked for an exit.”
I smiled to shame him, scratched his face with my fingers and said: "A woman's bare feet are the most precious thing. She can only let her husband see them during the wedding night, but you are looking at them like this in vain. It's my husband's name when I ask her."
Dali, how can you ask this question?"
He laughed and put his arms around my shoulders, saying, "It's true when you think about it. It can be seen that the fate between you and me has been established for a long time. Otherwise, how could I have asked such a question, and how could you be by my side today."
I was so ashamed that I spat: "How do I know such a person? I am really unlucky."
He didn't answer, only said: "I originally wanted to return the little statue to the palace maid with my own hands when I found her, but from the moment I saw you, I knew that I would never take this little statue again.
Ken is still out."
I understood his intentions and said in a low voice: "I know, because I am the emperor's man, so the only thing you can keep is this little statue."
"In those days when I could only look at you from a distance, all I could keep was this little statue." He nodded, and there was obvious joy in the sadness like floating clouds, "I always thought that in this life,
, the only thing that can be kept is that little statue."
My hand stayed in his palm, silently feeling the warmth from his palm, and said softly: "No." He said "hmm" and I said: "When I was in the palace, I regarded you as a confidant.
.It’s just that I’m afraid of my own heart.”
"So, are you still scared now?"
His shoulders were solid and stable. I leaned against him and listened to his heartbeat. I said firmly: "As long as you are here, I am not afraid of anything."
His gaze had the power to calm people down. I could clearly see my reflection in his eyes. No matter how bright the stars in the sky were, they could not be as bright as the persistent bright light in his eyes.
Fireflies were flying around, shining brightly like shooting stars. I tilted my head slightly, and his warm and clean breath wrapped around his kiss and covered it overwhelmingly.