On the third day after this, Chang Zai Fang Chunyi was honored. www. On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month in the thirteenth year of Qianyuan, the Chang Zai Fang family entered Liangyuan, and the beautiful Shi family entered the noble family, and was given the title "Kang". My momentum also followed.
The tide is rising, and the boat is gradually approaching Concubine Hua.
Claiming to be ill, Chun'er and Shi Meiren were ordered to move out of Tangli Palace to avoid illness. After I was well, Xuan Ling had no intention to let them move back. I was the only one living in the huge Tangli Palace, and I would not be able to do so for a long time.
Now that both of them have been promoted to the throne, and Chun'er has a simple temper, I'm thinking about letting Chun'er move back to the west side hall to take care of me. As for Shi Meiren, I really don't have much fondness for her, and she
Three years after falling out of favor, he was granted the title of Jin Dynasty and was given the honor of a title. He felt complacent for a while and wanted to follow him more and more. It was really annoying.
So I went back to the queen and asked Chun'er to move in with me. Originally, Xuan Ling always stayed in Tangli Palace. Chun'er's move in meant that she would have more opportunities to see the emperor, which made her even more envious.
human eyes.
Xuan Ling loved Chun'er, who was still childish and naive. Although he did not often favor her, he did not conscientiously restrain her by the palace rules. The queen, Feng Shuyi and others had always liked Chun'er, but now that she was lucky enough to be promoted to the Jin Dynasty, they also did it for her.
I'm happy. Xuan Ling just allowed her to follow her temper and didn't go out of her way. For a while, Ling Rong was a little cold.
However, Lingrong doesn't seem to care about the amount of favor. Apart from the regret of being banned from Meizhuang, the relationship between the two of us is getting better.
This peaceful scene lasted for dozens of days. When I saw Xuanqing again, it was already the last day of the thirteenth year of Qianyuan, New Year's Eve. This day was the day for the palace banquet.
Today last year was the day I met Xuan Ling in a real sense. To avoid him, I ran at night in the snow-covered alley. Thinking of this, I unconsciously smiled at the corners of my lips stained with the fragrance of wine.
During the months when Xuan Qing traveled around Shu, it was the time when Xuan Ling and I were in love. Even though Xuan Ling was unkind to Meizhuang, he was still very, very good to me.
Xuan Qing had just returned from the land of Shu. His clear brows were filled with the dust of servants in the Bashan Shu River, and the tiredness that had not been washed away by the fireworks of Kyoto was also transformed into a touch of gentleness between his lips and teeth by his peaceful conversation. At this moment,
He held the wine in his arms, sat next to the Queen Mother, and talked to everyone about the scenery in Sichuan, the ancient plank road in Jiange and Zitong, Li Bing's Dujiangyan, the majestic Qinling Mountains, the Sichuan Road that is difficult to reach the sky, the spectacular Thousand Buddha Rocks carved in stone,
Du Fu’s Huanhua Residence…
That was the plot that made me condense my thoughts in the book. His eloquence was very clear and his eloquent words made people feel like they were actually there.
Everyone was attracted by his narration, and they even forgot to eat and drink. But I didn't listen attentively. I listened to a few words occasionally, and mostly thought of the sentences described in the book, and compared them with his description of the real scenery.
In fact, he was sitting next to the Queen Mother, very far away from me. In this wealthy place where financial jade was sold, what he saw and heard about the women in the palace was a sudden breath of fresh air. It was very different from the boudoir life of the past and the intrigues of today.
Although the Queen Mother listened with great interest, the chronic illness of shedding tears at the sight of the wind had occurred again and again since the beginning of winter, and her vision became increasingly blurred. Xuan Ling was so anxious that she repeatedly ordered the imperial doctors from the Imperial Hospital to attend the Queen Mother's Yining Palace. Poor Wen Shichu
Just after the treatment, the Lord Protector rushed to the Queen Mother's palace to serve. The Queen Mother couldn't sit still for a long time, so she went back after watching the fireworks.
As soon as the Queen Mother left, she became less reserved. Xuan Ling called me to sit next to him and said, "You love hearing these the most. I'm afraid you couldn't hear clearly from such a distance just now. Why don't you let me say it again."
He looked at Xuan Qing with squinting eyes and a smile: "Are you willing?"
Xuan Qing glanced at me slightly and said with a smile: "Brother, the emperor wants to make a beautiful woman smile, so why should I say a word?"
But I waved my hand and said, "I just heard you clearly, so I don't have to bother you, Your Majesty, to repeat it again. Your Majesty, you might as well continue talking as usual."
Xuanqing sat upright and talked about the scene of being detained in Bashan because of the autumn rain. "Originally, the autumn rain lingered for more than ten days, and it was inevitable that I would feel depressed. I didn't expect that the night rain in Bashan would be so beautiful. Instead, I made my brother linger for a few more days."
He summed it up: "The 'Hongchun Xiaoyu' in Emei is like rain but no rain, and the greenery wets people's clothes; the drizzle in Lijiang River is like a light mist; the rain in Nanhu Lake in Jiazhou is like a light rain, a light mist."
The lake is full of lakes, but the rain in Xizi is good when the water is clear and the water is clear, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. Only the rain at night in Bashan is like the heart of an old friend, lingering in the window, either to express the sorrow of separation, or to relieve the sorrow."
I smiled and bowed: "Your Majesty, are you cutting candles under the west window in response to the rain, looking for the feelings of the ancients?"
His eyes only stayed on my face for a moment, and then he smiled indifferently and said: "It's a pleasure to cut the candles from the west window together. What's the fun of Xiao Wang alone? It's better to lie down in the rain and sleep, and have a clear dream."
I pursed my lips and nodded, "Your Majesty is so elegant. But I'm afraid I won't be able to appreciate the meaning of what Yishan said, 'Why should we cut the candles from the west window together, but talk about it when it rains in Bashan at night?'"
He slightly restrained his smile, "Yishan has brocades in Bashan to miss, and Xiao Wang also has poems and wine to relieve his worries." His eyes froze slightly, and he said: "Xiao Wang doesn't understand that we can cut the west window together, but we can dream like Zhuang Sheng's dream of butterflies.
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I raised my sleeves to cover my lips and smiled at Xuan Ling. Xuan Ling said: "Zhuang Sheng dreamed of bewitching butterflies. I wonder if Zhuang Sheng was bewitched by butterflies, or was it that the butterflies deliberately wanted to bewitch Zhuang Sheng?"
I lowered my head slightly, raised my eyes again and smiled, my eyes were pure, "Maybe the butterfly didn't mean to enter Zhuang Sheng's dream."
Xuanqing didn't look at me and said, "Maybe Zhuang Sheng himself wants to dream about butterflies."
Xuan Ling looked at him with interest: "How do you say that?"
Xuan Qing only responded with one sentence, "I think about it every day and dream about it at night."
Xuan Ling couldn't help but clasped his hands and laughed and said: "It turns out that Zhuang Sheng longs for butterflies."
Xuan Qing just smiled faintly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him, "My fair lady, a gentleman is so jealous. Maybe the butterfly is the lady in Zhuang Sheng's mind. What do you think, brother emperor?"
Xuan Ling drank a glass of wine and said, "I have been reading history papers since I was a child. My father always said that you have unique ideas." He looked at me and said, "You are the most knowledgeable about poetry and books. What do you think?"
I just smiled as generously and decently as I could, "Butterflies are Zhuang Sheng's ideal, and ladies are sought after by gentlemen." I chanted softly, "Guan Guan Jiujiu, on the river island. But I can't get what I want, and I toss and turn." I said lightly.
Laugh: "Ideals may not be as practical as reality can be held in one's hands."
His expression was awkward and dejected for a moment, but soon it became normal. My heart was beating "dong dong", for fear that a single sentence would lose its importance and be self-defeating.
I just want to remind him, that's all. Maybe, he doesn't need my reminder at all. He is so smart and can understand everything from my tone. But if I don't do this, my heart will never be completely stable.
Now I am very close to Xuan Ling, even though I am just one of the women he loves. However, his heart towards me is not frivolous.
I just hope to live my life in the palace safely.
I clearly understand that his life is completely different from mine. My destiny has been arranged to be one of the many women in the harem; my life is to live well in this team of red palace walls and makeup;
And my life is just about walking along such a long road until I am exhausted, until I am abandoned by the favor of fate, until I am finally overwhelmed by new beauties. There are always only two ways waiting for me, to be favored.
, or, fall out of favor.
And he, his life is so wonderful, like a long and beautiful scroll, which has just been revealed. There are too many unknowns and possibilities, far beyond what I can compare with.
Moreover, there have been too many wars in my life. An accident like his, especially a beautiful accident, is too dangerous and I would rather stay away from him.
Safety, to me, is the most important thing.
The Empress He Jing smiled: "Zhen Jieyu is the number one commentator among the harem. She is the only one who can talk fluently with the six kings. If it were me, I would really be speechless."
Feng Shuyi also laughed, "Seriously, to be honest, I can't understand what the prince and sister Jieyu are talking about. What butterfly, Zhuangsheng, lady, I am really confused."
Xuan Ling's hand gently held mine under the table curtain and said, "They are talking about Zhuangzi and the Book of Songs."
I smiled gently at him and said, "Your Majesty is wise."
The queen turned sideways and said to the maid behind her holding the cup: "Your Majesty and Prince, Zhen Jieyu must be thirsty after talking for a long time. Go and fill up the wine prepared by Zhen Jieyu."
The palace maid followed the instructions and poured the wine. The cup was made of flawless white jade, and the wine was clear and golden.
I first respected Xuan Ling, then the Queen, and then Xuan Qing. Xuan Qing was not in a hurry to drink, he looked at it carefully, sniffed it gently, and then turned to look at the Queen.
"It's osmanthus wine." Xuan Ling said, "Jieyu and I picked the newly bloomed osmanthus flowers this autumn to make this wine."
Xuan Ling spoke to me in such an intimate tone in front of others. I felt slightly embarrassed. I vaguely felt several sharp eyes coming from behind me, so I slowly said: "Take glutinous rice to make wine. When the wine is made, take the newly opened osmanthus stamens, drain them and soak them in water."
Wine, and add a little honey. It is sweet in the mouth, sweet but not intoxicating." I used this to relieve the embarrassment, "The preparation method is simple, and this wine will not harm the body. If the prince likes it, he can brew it himself."
Cao Jieyu who was sitting down suddenly smiled charmingly and said: "It is good to have sweet osmanthus wine at the family banquet, but for all the princes here, it would be better if we entertained them with wines from Maotai, Huiquan, Daqu or the Western Regions."
It must have a stronger flavor." The implication is that the wine I prepared was a slight to the kings and wives, and could not reflect the royal demeanor.
Some people had secret sarcasm and contempt in their eyes, just waiting to see my good show. I just smiled peacefully as usual and said: "The war in the southwest has not ended, and the Queen Mother and the Emperor have been saving money for military needs.
The harem should advance and retreat together with the Queen Mother and the Emperor, and use the osmanthus wine made by the Emperor himself instead of the expensive wines to show that they are close to each other. This not only shows the Emperor's frugality, but also shows the closeness of the royal family."
Cao Jieyu smiled modestly: "My sister is really considerate and considerate."
I smiled brilliantly and said: "My sister is very praised. In terms of being considerate and considerate, how can my sister be as good as my elder sister?" I suddenly looked at Princess He of Runan and said: "Your Majesty, you are dedicated to killing enemies for your country on the battlefield.
, I am really proud of my great Zhou. I think the sweet-scented osmanthus wine sent by my concubine must have arrived."
He leaned forward and said, "Thank you so much, little master Jieyu. The wine has arrived and the prince distributed it to the soldiers. The generals are grateful that the emperor and Jieyu care about the soldiers, and their morale has been greatly improved."
I said, "Thank you, Princess, for your trouble. The borderland is cold and bitter. This wine will not intoxicate you and delay the war, but it can increase the warmth and drive away the cold. The fragrance of osmanthus in August can also relieve the soldiers' homesickness."
He said: "Exactly."
Xuan Qing suddenly said: "In order to respect the emperor, who is so wise in heaven, and to respect the soldiers who bravely kill the enemy, I would like you all to drink from this cup together." After saying that, he stood up, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, wiped the traces of wine on his lips with his sleeve, and said loudly:
"Good wine!" As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere relaxed and became harmonious again.
When I saw the opportunity, I showed the queen, who stood up and raised her glass: "I, my concubine, will bring all the sisters in the harem to wish the emperor good luck, longevity, and peace in the country."
So they drank and chatted again, and it was really lively.
In the midst of his busy schedule, I cast a grateful glance at Xuan Qing, thanking him for rescuing me. He just smiled lightly and drank his wine by himself.
Xuan Ling was near me and whispered in my ear: "When will I order you to send wine to comfort the generals?"
I looked back and smiled at him: "The emperor is busy with state affairs, shouldn't you allow your concubines to share your worries for the emperor?" I paused slightly, and my voice became lower and lower, almost inaudible, "The military's morale needs to be determined by the emperor, and gifts will naturally be given by the emperor.
.No need to rely on others.”
He maintained a calm expression on the surface, and the corners of his mouth were still raised unconsciously, showing a satisfied smile. The fingers of his hand under the table curtain were intertwined with mine.
As if the April wind blew gently through my heart, I trembled slightly, lowered my head with a blushing smile.
However, it was not over yet. Tian Guiren suddenly said: "Sister Jieyu advocates frugality, which is naturally very good. But I heard that my sister has a pair of jade shoes made of Shu brocade and embellished with jewels. They are extremely luxurious. I wonder if my sister will be lucky enough to have one.
Watch?”
Xuan Ling glanced at her and said slowly: "I remember that I gave you jewelry, which was also expensive and luxurious."
Before he finished speaking, Chun'er, who had just finished eating the pastry, clapped her hands and said, "The emperor gave it to sister Jieyu because he liked her. Naturally, the more expensive and luxurious the better. Since the emperor likes it, there's nothing wrong with it. Your Majesty.
Do you think so?"
Chun'er was so naive and spoke so freely that I was so anxious that my face changed. Everyone was stunned for a moment, but there is no better and more powerful reason than this to stop others. It's a pity that only Chun'er, and others
You would never say such a thing.
Xuan Ling looked at Chun'er lovingly, "I like what you say the most." Chun'er was naturally happy when he heard this.
Tian Guiren's face was blue and white, and he was confused and didn't know what to say. However, Chun'er wanted to ask: "Tian Guiren, do you think so?"
Tian Guiren was in the way of the emperor, and Chun'er's position was higher than hers, so it was difficult to get angry, so she had to say: "Fang Liangyuan is right."
I secretly glanced at Chun'er angrily, hinting her not to say any more, but she didn't take it seriously. She just smiled at me coquettishly and immersed herself in her delicious food.
I could only smile bitterly, this Chun'er really had nothing to do with her, yet Xuan Ling still doted on her like this. It's just that he didn't know the taboos, and I'm afraid it wouldn't be of any benefit to her.
I shook my head secretly.
But Chun'er seems to have never listened to my advice. With Xuan Ling's love and my protection, she is not afraid of anything and will not think of being afraid.
After the family banquet, the concubines dispersed one by one. Xuan Ling stayed alone in the Yiyuan Hall. Tomorrow, the first day of the Lunar New Year, waiting for him would be the complicated ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven and the ceremony of visiting the Queen Mother in the palace.
It was late at night, and the snow outside the Nuan Pavilion was still falling. I curled up in the soft and thick brocade quilt, and Jinxi's gentle breathing in her sleep slowly entered my ears. The too quiet night made people's hearts restless.
Come down.
The pair of candles under the west window are still bright and bright. Xuan Ling and I once cut candles here to admire the stars. Why should we cut candles for the west window together? I suddenly remembered that the person who just talked to me about Bashan Yeyu at the dinner party
, but it is Xuanqing.
However, the West Window is right in front of me, but Bashan is far away thousands of miles away. I only grasp what is in front of me, and I don’t know how to seek the distance at the expense of the near.