Concubine Hua was once again on the rise, Meizhuang and Cao Qinmo were in the spotlight again, and Xuan Ling didn't come to my Yifu Pavilion for several days. www. Although he had given me instructions early in the morning, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
The daylight is getting longer and longer. The afternoon is unspeakably hot and the sun is scorching, reflecting the white dazzling light on the golden brick floor. There is not a trace of wind. The entire Yifuguan palace door is deeply locked, the bamboo curtains are hung low, and there is a sense of tranquility.
It was so cold that I wished I could close the door to the heat that was all over the sky. There were several large pieces of ice sculptures in the cloisonné urn in front of the bed, which gradually melted. When the ice floe was touched slightly, there was a soft "Ding Ling" sound.
I was leaning faintly on the couch, half asleep and half awake. Under me was a mat made of thin green silk strips, which made my hands feel cold. I was startled from my dream, and the pores on my body were suddenly filled with vigorous heat. I turned around a few times, and my body felt cold.
The plain crepe clothes were soaked with sweat, and a few strands of wet hair clung to the temples.
Pei'er and Pin'er were fanning each other, and the wind wheel was blowing loudly. However, the wind wheel rotated inside the room, making it warm and cool.
He half-closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep again. The cicadas chirped nearer and far away, making him drowsy but unable to sleep peacefully. He patted the mat impatiently and said vaguely: "Go and order someone to stick those cicadas."
.Go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to get some new ice."
Jinxi agreed and went out quietly.
I fell asleep facing the wall, and for a while I felt that it was quieter outside, but the wind blown by the fan beside me was much stronger, and it was cool. I said "hmm" vaguely: "The wind is good, let's fan it louder."
The other side said softly: "Okay."
Hearing Xuan Ling's voice, he suddenly woke up and turned over to sit up. He didn't sleep well, and his hair was slightly fluffy while he was tossing and turning. His clothes and belt were half taken off, and a few sapphire dragonfly flowers pinned to his hair were scattered on the bed.
, no matter how you look at it, it’s an ambiguous feeling that Chun can’t sleep with. I didn’t expect him to be by my side, and I felt even more embarrassed. I hurriedly pulled my clothes to cover my chest, but my mouth started to pout: “The emperor deliberately looked at my concubine’s joke.
Woolen cloth."
Xuan Ling just smiled and said pitifully: "I heard that you haven't slept well these past two days. Is it because you were too hot at night? I specially fanned you to help you sleep better."
I was moved by such thoughtfulness. Even though he had the favored Concubine Hua and the pregnant Mei Zhuang, he must have cherished me.
Thinking of this, I felt slightly relieved.
Just when I was about to stand up to greet him, he held me down and refused to let me go, saying, "It's just me and you, why are you making such false gestures?"
I looked to the left and right and said, "Where are Pei'er and Pin'er? Why do you want the emperor to fan you?"
"I saw that they were a little sleepy, so I sent them down."
He sat down next to me and picked up a colorful lotus porcelain bowl placed on the ivy table next to the bed. It contained a bowl of lotus seeds mixed with honey and mixed with watermelon ice. He said with a smile: "Look at how sweaty you are while sleeping.
, eat some ice bowls to relieve the heat." I have always been afraid of heat and greedy for cold, and I don't like sour food, so I have to be prepared to taste this sweet ice bowl every day.
He stirred it casually with a silver spoon, and the crushed ice in the bowl clinked with the melons and fruits. He felt the cool and honeyy fragrance, and his mouth was filled with saliva. He picked a piece and put it to my lips, "I'll feed you."
He nodded slightly and said, "It's too sweet. Use something sweet and sour."
I turned my head and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Huanhuan made some food for herself. Would you like Shiro to try it?" After saying that, I put off my shoes and stood up to get a silver jar with a parrot pattern on the handlebars.
Xuan Ling picked up a candied crabapple and said, "What is this?"
I said: "Huan Huan made it herself, but I don't know if it will suit Shiro's taste."
He put one in his mouth, held it for a long time and praised: "It's sour and sweet, very delicious. I'll teach others how to make it."
I said coquettishly: "Huan Huan doesn't follow her, and she has taught others that Shiro will never come to Huan Huan again."
Xuan Ling raised his head and smiled, couldn't help but pinch my chin and said: "Huan Huan, I didn't know you were so narrow-minded."
I pushed his hand away, sat down, took an ice bowl, took a mouthful, and said slowly: "In fact, it's not difficult. Just pick the fruits of crabapples in autumn and pickle them in honey. It's just that this honey is more troublesome.
Every year on March 3rd, the pear nectar picked by bees melts with the snow on the winter plum blossoms. The nectar is rolled into the stamens of the honeysuckle in order to clear the fire. It is cooked over low heat until the stamens are in the honey.
Once it's gone, put it in a small vat filled with rose petals and pine needles and seal it up."
"Thanks to your clever mind for being able to come up with such a recipe to make a candied fruit."
I pretended to sigh leisurely and sat down hugging my knees: "Huan Huan is just doing nothing for a long time, just killing time and playing."
Xuan Ling picked me up and said with a smile: "Isn't it because I haven't come to see you these days?"
I pouted: "Does Silang think Huanhuan is the kind of person who loves to be sour and jealous but doesn't understand the truth? He's underestimating Huanhuan too much."
Suddenly there was a soft "squeak" from the closed door, and the edge of the lake green light crepe skirt flashed, and Huanbi leaned awkwardly outside the door, with a few newly folded flowers in the glass plate in her hand, thinking
She just came from the greenhouse. Because it is not suitable to burn incense in summer, new fragrant flowers must be put out in the morning, afternoon and dusk, so she will come at this time. Everyone has been sent to sleep by Xuan Ling, Huanbi thought.
Unexpectedly, Xuan Ling was here, so he stood there in a daze for a while, neither advancing nor retreating.
When I saw her, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed when I thought that I was still in Xuan Ling's arms. When Huanbi saw us looking at her, she knelt down on the ground with a plop and called out repeatedly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. It was an unintentional mistake!" She burst into tears again.
Wangwang looked at me and said, "Miss, Huanbi is unintentional."
Xuan Ling was slightly unhappy: "Why are you so expressionless?" Hearing the soft voice, he couldn't help but glance at her: "Your name is Huanbi?"
Huanbi nodded hurriedly, lowered her head deeply, and said softly: "Yes. This slave is the dowry maid that the young lady brought into the palace."
Xuan Ling felt relieved and said to me: "Is this the one you brought to the palace with you?"
Seeing her frightened look, I burst out laughing and said, "Put down your things and go down." Huanbi said "yes", put the flowers in the vase, quietly closed the door and left.
Xuan Ling looked at me smiling and whispered in my ear: "Huan Huan's smile is the most touching!" He then looked at Huanbi's retreating figure: "Is it because this girl has been following you for a long time?
A bit like you, more beautiful than others."
Suspiciousness suddenly arose in my heart. Thinking of Huanbi's life experience and situation, my doubts suddenly arose. And she does have a vision similar to mine. However, when I thought about it, although she was nominally my maid these years, I treated her even more.
On top of Liu Zhu, her food and clothing expenses are almost as good as mine. When she is at home, her father also takes care of her secretly and has been with me for many years, so she feels a little relieved.
Looking sideways at Xuan Ling, he gently picked up my hand, put it to his mouth and kissed it gently. I felt my face was burning, so I smiled and lightly punched his shoulder.
I thought of something and asked: "Where did Shiro come from at noon in the hot weather?"
He just looked away, "I just had lunch at Concubine Hua's place."
I said "Oh" and quietly picked up a piece of watermelon and chewed it without saying a word.
Xuan Ling put his arm around my shoulders and said, "Don't worry about it. I was also afraid that she would embarrass you, so I promoted you to your position so quickly - so that they would know how important you are in my heart and not dare to take it easy."
I underestimated you."
I whispered: "Huanhuan doesn't dare to think so, but she is a little frightened after the incident between Mrs. Yu and Concubine Li."
He exclaimed: "Why don't I understand? Originally, I wanted to promote you as a noble concubine and take the title of head of the inner court. However, you have only been serving as a concubine for a short time. At that time, you were promoted to a concubine before you even served as a concubine. You are already a concubine."
It violates the ancestral system. I have to suffer you for a while, and then I can be justified until I get pregnant."
I leaned on his chest and said softly: "Huan Huan doesn't care about status, as long as Shiro has Huan Huan in his heart."
He stared into my eyes and said: "How come I don't have you in my heart? Huan Huan, I actually miss you very much." He said in a low voice: "There are so many people in the Sixth Palace who always make me feel uneasy. Only with you can I feel free."
Comfortable.”
I felt a little comforted in my heart, and the sound of his heartbeat could be heard in my ears. I put my arms around his neck and whispered softly: "Huanhuan knows." After a moment of silence, I asked: "Your Majesty went to see Sister Mei. Is her appetite better?"
"Still like that, she loves sour drinks all the time. I'm afraid it will hurt her stomach, so I ordered the kitchen to limit her sour drinks."
"I originally wanted to see Sister Mei, but my sister is pregnant and lazy and doesn't like to see people. I wish I could have the Emperor with me, but it's really hard to be pregnant."
Xuan Ling kissed my cheek and smiled softly: "I always worry about other people. When will you give me a fat and white prince?"
I pushed him and muttered: "The prince is good, but the emperor is not good?"
"As long as it's our child, I like it...well, why are you pushing me?"
I pulled away with a little force, and half of the thin clothes on my shoulders had slipped loosely, revealing half of my snow-white shoulders. There were gold and green jade armbands on my arms, and the gold and green jade made the skin look as white as jade. His
The lips are hot, and they are densely hot against the skin.
I was embarrassed and anxious, so I whispered: "There is someone outside."
Xuan Ling let out a "hmm", his lips lingering on the cold collarbone, "I sent them all to take a nap, where is there anyone?"
Before he finished speaking, most of the buttons on his shirt had been undone, and he felt his heart beating faster and faster, saying: "It's daytime now..."
He chuckled lightly but said nothing. I could only say: "It's so hot, it's going to get really hot..."
He raised his head, and in his busy schedule, he scooped a piece of watermelon into his mouth and fed it to me. I was speechless and couldn't speak. I tilted my body and fell on the couch. A scattered sapphire dragonfly head flower was pressed against my arm.
There was a bit of raw pain. I stretched out my hand to push it away, and my fingers unconsciously grasped the mat tightly, making it difficult to speak completely.
She slightly raised her eyes in a dizzy state, and the sunlight slanted in through Xiang Fei's bamboo curtains. There were deep and shallow shadows on the floor tiles. Apart from the low moans and gasps, the room was cool and cool.
Quiet and silent.
It was almost dusk when I woke up, and I saw him sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, and a faint smile on his lips, as if he was having a good dream.
Quietly he stood up, straightened his clothes, sat in front of the dressing table and held an ivory comb, combing his long hair. From time to time, he looked back with a smile and stared at him in his sleep. The person in the mirror looked delicate and carefree, and was full of wisdom.
, shy and dizzy with colorful clouds, slightly drooping her head and smiling lightly.
Before it was time to turn on the lamp, the afterglow of dusk slanted in through the curtains, and the light and shadow in the room were alienated and dim, as if in a dreamy fantasy.
Suddenly I heard him call "Wan Wan", his tone was as gentle and caring as before. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned around to look at him suspiciously. After searching all over the palace, I was the only one who had ever heard of the word "Wan", but he had never heard of it.
He once called me like this - "Wan Wan".
He was already awake, with his arms under his neck, leaning half against his head and looking at me quietly. There was clearly endless attachment in his eyes, and he stared at me in a daze while I was dressing up in the mirror.
He forced a smile and said: "Did your Majesty remember any newcomers again? Calling someone else's name to the concubine?" He couldn't help but put the comb on the dressing table, tried his best to suppress the inexplicable jealousy in his tone, and said with a smile: "I don't know where it is.
Is there a sister named 'Wuan Wan' that the Emperor never forgets so much?"
He just looked at me like this and said: "Wan Wan, your 'Shocking Dragon Dance' is so good, as graceful as a startling dragon, as graceful as a swimming dragon, I'm afraid that Mei Fei will never be able to compete with you in her next life."
"
He felt relieved and chuckled: "It happened a few days ago, it was just a dance, and Shiro still thinks about it like this."
He stood up and walked over slowly, scratched my nose and said with a smile: "You are so jealous, isn't 'Wan' your nickname?"
She also felt that she was being careless, so she turned around and lowered her head and said, "Huan Huan has never heard Shiro call her like this before, she thought she was calling someone else."
On the plain white porcelain vase on the dressing table were a few freshly picked sprigs of butterfly pansy, which had a delicate fragrance. He held my shoulders, casually picked off one of the most blooming sprigs and inserted it into my temple. He said with a smile: "What a childish talk, only
You and I are here, who do you think I’m calling?”
I smiled and said to his chest: "Who told Shiro to call me like this all of a sudden? How did they know?"
His voice was extremely gentle, "I saw you for the first time in Yunyi Palace. Although you smiled without showing your teeth according to etiquette, and you were so far away, your smile was so beautiful that I will never forget it. So I plan to give you a title.
That’s ‘Wan’, which means bright smile, soft beauty.”
I smiled lightly: "Shiro, you deserve the award."
His expression was slightly dazed, as if he was indulging in the beautiful joy of the past, "You have been sick since entering the palace, until that day I saw you under the apricot tree in Shanglinyuan. You played the flute slowly, and you were so surprised.
I can't describe the calm and cool posture like a Hong Zhaoying."
I covered his mouth, smiled shyly and said, "If Silang says that again, Huanhuan will be embarrassed."
He gently pushed my hand away and held it in his palm, his eyes as clear as a clear spring under the golden autumn sunshine, "Later, I read through poetry and books, and then I realized that 'the beauty of the country' is too vulgar to describe you. There is only one sentence:'
There are three layers of green on top of the smoke, and an inch of light in the sword's eyes can barely compare."
I kissed his eyes gently and said in a low voice: "Huan Huan doesn't want to serve you with sex alone."
Xuan Ling looked intoxicated: "What I value is your love."
His voice became softer: "It's good that Shiro knows."
The mother-of-pearl bronze mirror is embossed with patterns of colored figures, flowers and birds, including a nightingale with its neck crossed and a lotus flower on its pedicle. The long and delicate figures are Yingying Zhang Sheng in the west chamber, Meng Guang and Liang Hong with raised eyebrows, and gold-plated paintings by Fei Fei.
The emotions that cannot be concealed are dim. The two people in the mirror look at each other affectionately, looking at each other endlessly.
He picked up a tube of Luo Zi Dai on the dressing table and said, "Huan Huan, your eyebrow color is light."
I chuckled: "Does Silang want to imitate Zhang Chang3? Draw eyebrows for Huanhuan?"
Xuan Ling just smiled and said nothing, his expression was very focused, as if he was dealing with an extremely important event. His gestures were very skillful, and he painted carefully. When he looked in the mirror, he saw that the painting was Yuanshan Dai 4, with two eyebrows.
There is smoke, and there is a hint of green.
In fact, my eyebrows are long and slender, and I rarely draw mountain daisy eyebrows. I always draw willow leaf eyebrows. But with his eyebrows drawn opposite each other like this, I can't help but feel intoxicated and indulge in boundless happiness and joy. Looking around, it seems to be good.
I chuckled and said, "Huan Huan rarely paints distant mountain daisy, but it looks good even if you don't expect it." I picked a flower pendant and put it between my eyebrows. The red beads were as round as southern red beans. I shook my head slightly and it was Ying.
A shining rainbow flew by. I smiled naughtily: "Does it look good?"
He kissed me gently, "You are always the most beautiful."
She gave him a sideways glance: "Shiro's thrush gesture is very familiar, right?"
"You're a pretentious little thing." He didn't answer me, but held up my chin. His voice was so soft that only I could hear him, "How can I just hug you before my eyebrows are painted? Yes or no?"
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, pushed him away and said, "Why is Shiro so soft-spoken?"
He gently stroked my back and said, "Are you hungry? Call someone for dinner."
I chuckled and said, "Okay, after dinner, let's go see Sister Mei together, okay?"
He just smiled lovingly: "Whatever you say, I will listen to you."
Note:
1 There are three layers of green on the top of the smoke, and an inch of light in the eye is cut by the sword: from Cui Jue's "You Give". Cui Jue, whose courtesy name is Mengzhi, his poetic language is like a luan feather and a phoenix tail, extremely gorgeous; the writing style is smooth and smooth, as if it is flowing clouds and flowing water, without any traces.
There are no disadvantages of being far-fetched or confounded at all; the rhetorical techniques are rich, with metaphors being the most common, and they are used just as they were when writing about Huang Ting in the first time. The poems are ingenious in conception, rich in imagination, and full of literary talent. For example, the poem "You Gift" describes the beauty of a beautiful woman who overwhelms the country.
"There are three layers of green on the top of the smoke, and an inch of light shines in the eyes when the sword cuts it off", "Two young peach faces are haired from the mirror, and a pair of spring water shines on people's cold" and other sentences. The metaphors are wonderful, the counterpoints are good, the language is beautiful, and the truth is
It is breathtaking and overwhelming. The reality of dreams can be said to be the workmanship of heaven that carves out the moon and cuts the clouds.
2 Luozi Dai: Luozi Dai is a thrush material for women in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It was produced in Persia. It is a kind of Dai blocks that have been processed and manufactured into various prescribed shapes. When using, you only need to dip it in water and do not need to grind it.
Because its appearance and production process are similar to ink ingots used for calligraphy and painting, it is also called "graphite" or "thrush ink". Yan Shigu recorded this in "Sui Yilu": Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty wanted to visit Jiangdu
, specially made a large number of dragon boats and phoenix boats. "Jiangxian is good at painting long moth eyebrows, and the emperor can't help himself. He summons Jiangxian back to the chariot to pay homage to Jieyu... The palace officials gave five husks of Dendrobium to Luo Zidai every day, which was named moth green.
Luozidai came out of Persia, and each piece was worth ten gold. Later, when the tax was insufficient, he mixed it with copper daisy and gave it to Dujiang Immortal. He gave it endless luozidai."
3 Zhang Chang’s thrush: "Book of Han" records that Zhang Chang was sued to the emperor for his wife’s thrush. As a result, "the emperor loved his ability and did not blame him." Zhang Chang's thrush became a classic and has been passed down through the ages. It is often used to describe couples.
Eunai. Zhang Chang said, "If a man can't stand straight up in the sky and raise his eyebrows when exhaling, he must sit in front of the green window and exchange eyebrows with the beauties. When he puts on his makeup at dawn, it is not bad to be dyed with snail daisy."
4 Yuanshandai: An eyebrow shape created by Zhao Feiyan’s sister Zhao Hede. The eyebrows are like distant mountains with emerald green. Because of its beauty, people all over the world are trying to imitate it. Han Lingxuan’s "Feiyan Gaiden": "The female brother Hede entered the palace, and for
Thin eyebrows, nicknamed Yuan Shan Dai." It also refers to Volume 2 of Liu Xin's "Miscellaneous Notes of Xijing": "Zhuo Wenjun is handsome, and his eyebrow color is like looking at distant mountains."
5. Before the eyebrows are painted, how can I be hugged by a man? From "Poems of the Pre-Qin, Han, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties: Reading Songs": "When Fangxuan was first born, she knew it was the worry-free grass. How could she be hugged by a man before her eyebrows were painted."