In order to celebrate Yu Yin's coming out of the palace, his parents were allowed to stay in the capital to celebrate together for one month. On the day when the three dynasties returned home, Yu Yin returned alone. After all, the side concubine was a concubine, and there was no such thing as the return of the three dynasties. Although Xuan Qing accepted it
The concubine's ceremony was solemn. Although Weiyang Palace was Yu Yin's natal family, Xuan Qing did not accompany her, but she also wanted to avoid being sad to see each other. Yu Yin's clothes were brilliant, and the surrounding greenery was bright, and she seemed to be very comfortable.
Later, You Jingxian also came to the palace to pay his respects. She was a very gentle and elegant woman. She spoke softly and was not vulgar. She was not like a woman who was arrogant and would cause trouble. She was also very polite when facing Yu Yin, as if she could
After entering Qinghe Palace, she saw that Xuanqing had fulfilled her biggest wish every day. In this way, they were at peace with each other, and nothing happened. The days passed slowly, and I heard that Xuanqing treated Yuyin well and allowed her to live in the most gorgeous Jizhen on the east side of the palace.
She was given the courtesy of a royal concubine, and even You Jingxian, who was born as a prince, only lived on the west side of the palace with a slightly lower status. Yu Yin, on the other hand, held the power of running the house and took care of the palace in order, treating You Jingxian
She was also very polite and kind. The Empress Dowager couldn't help but feel happy when she said, "The Ai family was afraid that they would spoil Concubine Zhen if they respected her too much, but it turns out that she is really good at taking charge of affairs and has a gentle and peaceful temperament." In this way, Yu Yin was discussed in the palace.
Come, everyone will admire and praise you.
When I woke up this morning, the weather in June had long since withered away the spirit of spring. The vigorous heat that had emerged in the morning was much dissipated by a slowly falling light rain. Yu Yin had been out of the pavilion for some days, in order to "keep watch" for Meizhuang.
"Seven", I was dressed simply and lightly, casually tied up in a ponytail, holding a small bouquet of snow-white gardenias by myself and inserting them carefully into the bottle. Occasionally I looked up at the raindrops on the banana trees outside the window, feeling the coolness. Yurao rested her arms against the window
Looking from a distance, under the dark red carved window, there were snow-white tamarisk flowers all over the ground, like piles of snow, and their fragrance was as light as mist. She said softly: "It's time for the tamarisk flowers to bloom, big sister, spring has passed so quickly.
It’s been a long time——”
But a familiar man's voice came slowly: "The old spring has passed, and the new spring will come again. You are young, but you also know how to be sad for spring and autumn."
Yurao was startled and turned around suddenly, only to see Xuan Ling, who was wearing an ocher-colored dragon uniform, with a cold look on his face. I stood up to greet him, and Yurao also gave me a faint salute.
Xuan Ling didn't take it seriously at all, and wanted to help her out, but Yurao quietly let her go. Xuan Ling was slightly embarrassed and asked me, "In a few days, the memorial ceremony for De Fei Wei Qi will be held. How are the preparations going?
?”
"That's almost it."
He looked slightly sad and asked with concern: "How are you these past few days?"
"Run'er's body is still strong, but he still cries at dusk. I wonder if it's because he misses his mother." I lowered my head and held back the tears in my eyes, "However, I should do my best to take care of Run'er.
He won't be harmed at all."
He nodded slightly, "I won't take this sentence seriously even if others say it, but you and Concubine De have known each other for more than ten years." He added: "Once Concubine De's last sacrifice is over, everyone can relax a little.
Chi Shao told me, except for the days when your sworn sister got married, there was no singing, dancing or singing in the palace."
The corner of Yurao's lips twitched, she turned her head and thought for a moment, but still couldn't hold it back, "The old people have gone and the new people are still there. No wonder the emperor said that spring goes and spring comes again. It turns out that human beings are the same as spring."
Xuan Ling said cheerfully: "I originally thought that spring would never come back again," he focused on Yurao's face as beautiful as a gardenia, "but now, I also believe that spring will come back."
Yurao couldn't figure it out for a while, and something moved in my mind. I remembered the gift of the fan, and felt a little uneasy. I said sadly: "After spring, autumn comes. It's a pity that no matter how well the chrysanthemums in Shanglin Garden are blooming, Sister Mei can't see them anymore."
Xuan Ling stroked my thin shoulder apologetically and said: "You were so sad when Concubine De left, and you took a lot of trouble to take care of the concubine. You have lost so much weight, and I feel bad." He said.
He picked up my green collar and said, "I know you have to mourn for Concubine De, but life has to go on."
I turned my head sadly and slowly sat down on a chair next to me, "The days will pass, but I will never forget Sister Mei." I suddenly raised my head and looked at Xuan Ling, "As time goes by, the Emperor will also
Will you forget your sister?"
His expression dimmed slightly and he said, "On the way here, I asked the craftsmen in the flower house to send a fresh pot of chrysanthemums to Concubine De's Zi Palace every day. It's a small gesture of kindness." He paused, feeling quite guilty.
, sighed, "For more than ten years, although Concubine De has a stubborn temper, I still have some things I can't do with her."
My eyes were shining brightly, reflected in his dark eyes. Xuan Ling shrank slightly, avoided my gaze, and said with a bitter smile: "If I hadn't believed the slander that day, Wen Shichu wouldn't have done such a drastic thing.
He moved so hard that Concubine De was frightened when she saw it." His fingertips were cold, "Huan Huan, I thought you wouldn't pay attention to me anymore."
I raised my head and answered briefly, "How could it be?" I lowered my head in astonishment, bursting out with a hint of cold hatred, "The one who harms others is not the emperor! The one who wants to alienate the Sixth Palace is not the emperor either! Confuse the holy listener
This person is certainly not the Emperor!"
He frowned, and there was a dark fire in his eyes, "You have immediately ordered the staff to kill Jingbai and Feiwen."
"My concubine is still not enough." I said every word with burning hatred, "Concubine De died of dystocia and hemorrhage, and she almost couldn't save the prince. Wen Shichu was the palace hand, and he did a great job in taking care of the Queen Mother's body. What about the Queen Mother and the prince?
One is not the foundation of the country? What’s more... my brother is much more sane. If the emperor inquires carefully, it will be revealed that the incident in Zhenmen was mostly instigated by Guan."
Yurao snorted softly and her eyes were red, "Guan family instigated discord in the six palaces, and her brother stirred up trouble in the previous court and framed Zhongliang. The brother and sister were in a nest of snakes and rats, but they wanted to kill the Zhen family.
Are you going to die?!"
Xuan Ling pondered for a moment and then comforted him with gentle words: "What happened in the past..."
I stared at him intently, "Since Mr. Guan obtained the evidence from Gu Jiayi about the past, why didn't the Emperor ask Gu Jiayi himself?"
He pondered slightly, "I know you don't like it, but the harem and the former court often influence the whole body, so things can't be rushed." His eyes were like the drizzle outside the window on Yurao, and he said quietly: "Your
Is your name Yurao?"
Yurao didn't even raise her head, she lightly twirled the green leaves of the gardenia and said, "Your Majesty, you know what you are asking."
He was not annoyed, he just turned his head and looked out the window at the thin veins of green bamboo, lost in thought, "Rao Zhe, the main character is charming, weak and beautiful, but it is not in line with your light and agile posture."
Yurao raised her eyebrows slightly, "Your Majesty means that your ministers are arrogant and domineering, which is inconsistent with a woman's weak posture." She said calmly, "Your Majesty is very good at ridiculing people."
Xuan Ling smiled hurriedly and said to me: "I have more heart than Bigan, and your sister also has too much heart."
I slowly scooped a spoonful of white fungus, and Fang smiled and said: "The emperor only said half of what he said, even the concubines are overly concerned."
He stroked Qingqing's chin and muttered: "Rao is not a good word. Women are graceful and cheerful. I will give you a name. Let's call you Yuwan, okay?"
When I heard the word "wan", my heart skipped a beat, and I was so shocked that I almost stood up. It is a great honor for the emperor to give you a name. As a minister, everyone is happy to celebrate. No one can refuse, and no one dares to refuse.
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Yurao was noncommittal, a little anxious, and looked at me to hide it. My eyes widened slightly, like the blue waves of spring, and said leisurely: "It's just a euphemistic word, but what's the origin? It can't be said that the emperor gave the name randomly.
I gave it to my third sister." I pondered for a moment, then picked up a volume of "Yonghuai Fu" that Xuan Ling had been reading on the bookshelf, and just looked at it carefully.
Xuan Ling's gaze touched her, and she smiled unconsciously, "Exaggerate the graceful beauty, embrace the tenderness of childbirth. How about Zhang Hua's "Yonghuai Fu", which is a sentence praising a beauty?"
"A beautiful lady is so charming that she falls in love with her." Yurao recited two sentences and already understood. The sly color in her eyes flashed like the wings of a butterfly, and she stood up, "My appearance is not beautiful, I falsely claim that
She is coquettish; both her father and brother are guilty ministers, let alone a lady. Moreover, this "Yonghuai Fu" is a memorial work, "The jade is white and has a thin blush," and the minister is still standing in front of the emperor alive.
Woolen cloth."
Xuan Ling just said it smoothly for a moment. He was quite embarrassed at this time and coughed twice, "I was just making an analogy——"
I straightened my face and said with a slightly joking tone, half-smiling but not laughing: "It not only brings joy to me, but also makes me of the same mind. The kindness is solid, and the love is deep. Zhang Hua's "Yonghuai Fu"
It's to mourn the death of his wife. Doesn't the emperor have the intention of taking Yurao as his wife?"
The distinction between wives, concubines, and concubines in the palace is very clear, and the wife is the only one who belongs to the palace. As expected, Xuan Ling blurted out without thinking: "I don't have such intention, it's just..."
I lean back, worried and tender, "I have no good fortune and no virtue, so I would rather stay in the position of concubine and serve the emperor for the rest of my life. The failure of my third sister Yuyao's marriage has caused a lifelong regret, and now only my fourth sister Yurao has an arrogant temperament."
, she must not serve as a concubine, nor will she marry since she is not the principal wife."
Xuan Ling looked kindly and said softly: "Although you are a concubine, you are my beloved concubine and a concubine. You are just below one person." He glanced at Yurao and said, "If your sister is like this, it will not be considered a letdown."
My nose was sour, and there was a hint of tears in my eyes, "My aunt is the concubine of Prince Yongxi. Although my second sister is loved by the Sixth Prince, she is also a concubine. I have no intention of coveting the throne."
, but can the emperor bear to see three generations of women from the Zhen family as concubines?"
Xuan Ling couldn't bear it, so he supported me and said: "It's just a name given, but it made you sad. It shows that I am reckless. The word 'euphemism' is not good, let's not mention it again. Your sister is still young, if you come
There is a good family in the future, and I will take good care of her, so I won’t say anything about it for now.”
Listening to his tone, I hinted that he was unwilling to let go, but I couldn't say much at the moment, so I could only nod. Yurao explained to Yi, "Sister is worrying too much. Yurao is stupid, the emperor only needs his sister to explain the language, so how could this happen?"
I have a similar thought. But my sister is right, Yurao will not take Zhigan as her concubine. Unless she is like the third sister and does not talk about marriage in the future, otherwise if she enters through the side door, she will definitely be hit to death." She said in a tone of voice.
Perseverance, after saying that, he clapped his hands as if nothing had happened, took a cup of tea and drank it.
"Your sister is quite charming." Before leaving Rouyi Hall, Xuan Ling sighed softly.
Just as he walked out of the palace gate, there was a faint sound of wooden fish. In the silence of the afternoon, he could hear it very clearly, like a sigh mixed in the drizzle. Everyone who heard it felt sour in their hearts. Xuan Ling was curious and said, "Please
A mage from Tongming Palace?"
I shook my head nervously, "The emperor has not met my third sister, Yu Yao, has he?" I said quietly, "It's not that I am rude, I deliberately don't want the emperor to see my third sister, I am afraid that she will lose her etiquette in front of the emperor.
"
There was hesitation in Xuan Ling's fine eye lines. I led him to Yinyuexuan and whispered: "Third sister doesn't want to see anyone, just take a look outside the emperor's window."
He nodded and stopped. Behind the emerald screen window, shaded by green bamboos, a paper-thin figure was caged in a wide plain crepe gown with dark vine patterns. Yu Yao knelt in front of the Buddhist niche with her eyes closed and twisted a string of Canaan.
He was holding Buddhist beads, knocking on wooden fish with one hand, and murmuring something in his mouth. His long hair was tied loosely into a bun. Because he had not been out for a long time, his face was strangely pale and transparent, hiding the traces of broken leaves left behind by years of melancholy.
He looked so sad. He was only over 20 years old, but despite his haggard appearance, his expression was as calm as a thousand-year-old ancient well.
Xuan Ling stared at it for a long time, took two steps back, and sighed in a low voice: "Looking at her expression, it seems that she no longer cares about this world."
I held back the raging tears in my eyes, "Yu Yao once had a splendid life like Yu Rao, but now her heart is like a gaunt tree."
"It's just a marriage, why should a beautiful woman deserve it?"
I paused and looked at him with misty tears, "When I retire to Ganlu Temple, my concubine may not be much better than Yu Yao."
He shook my hand, feeling even more guilty, "It's my fault."
There is a slight cool breeze, carrying the faint scent of flowers in the courtyard. It blows gently on the body. The rain is silent and the coolness is pervasive. They stare into each other's eyes and see their own reflections in their eyes. They are no longer the same as before.
.The love is no longer that love, but the person is still the person in front of me after all. Reminiscing bits and pieces of the past, all kinds of sadness lingered, and the two of them fell into silence.
"Huan Huan..." He sighed with countless emotions and pity. The moment he turned his head, his eyes suddenly focused on the newly rolled grape trellis, full of green color, and the hibiscus dressed in pear blossoms and white cages with smoke and Xiuyun clothes.
The rouge face is more like my face when I was young, or Zhu Rouze. The green clouds and black temples are tied into a light flying bun, and there is a long hairpin with six diamonds and jasper cloud patterns, and slender silver threads fall down.
The smooth and transparent snow pearls are swaying gently. In addition, they are only decorated with a few snow-white gardenia flowers.
Yurao's young face was like a pink rose with open dew, and the clear light of dewdrops brightened people's eyes in an instant. She said quietly: "Your Majesty, do you want to know why the third sister is like this?"
Her tone was so light and sad, like a wisp of smoke that would float away at any time. Until Yurao left the cabinet, this was the only time she spoke to Xuan Ling in such a gentle tone. As if she couldn't resist, Xuan Ling's eyes
There was a certain kind of clear tenderness in his eyes, like the love and obsession of young people, and bright flowers bloomed in his eyes.
"Are you willing to listen?" Yurao asked again.
He slowly and unconsciously let go of my hand, as if walking towards some kind of belief and hope, "Yes."
That afternoon, three hours before dusk, I left the small courtyard outside Yinyue Xuan to Xuan Ling and Yu Yao. Yu Yao's story is just a simple story, but it already contains the sadness of her life. There are twists and turns in it.
, Yurao will explain clearly. Yuyao will not hear it. Her lonely heart has been crushed into powder, and she has no interest in other people and things.
I left and sat alone in front of the Rouyi Hall holding an oil-paper umbrella. It was not yet midsummer, and the lotus flowers in the pond had only bloomed a few flowers. Only the palm-sized lotus leaves were green and green, and they were gently rolled up with fresh water.
My dress.
There was a slight chill on my fingertips, sitting alone, a faint smile gradually spread to the corners of my cold lips. It was just Yurao, a Yurao similar to her was enough. In the aftertaste, I gradually understood that he
My love for her must have been as deep as the sea in the past. I laughed, no wonder I was so angry because of a dress.
However, I will never be sad again. When the rain stopped, there were flaming clouds filling the sky wantonly, and the dusk gradually fell on me, like several layers of bright feathers. Because at this moment, it was Shu who lived in the silence of the deep palace.
Concubine Zhen.
When Xuan Ling came out, his expression was so calm that there was no trace of emotion. Yurao still had a distant attitude, like a flower vine blooming far away in the sky.
I bent my knees and watched him leave. Yurao took out a white jade mandarin duck pendant from his sleeve. It had a warm texture and felt cool in the tentacles. She looked a little uneasy, "He didn't say anything, he just put this in my hand and said
'I'll get it back some time later'."
I picked it up and looked at it, "Where did the emperor take out this mandarin duck pendant?"
"Take it out close to your body."
I took a deep breath. He valued this jade pendant so much, and I had never seen it before. The dusk was blurry, and I took Yurao's hand and said, "It's getting late, let's go in."