My mind was so cold and despondent that I finally couldn't hold on any longer. Swallowing the novel www. My body became weaker and weaker, and the old illness was not cured. After all, I fell ill under the attack of the new and old illness. This
The illness was not serious, but lingering on the bed.
No one except those close to me knew about this disease. In these days, Xuan Ling never called me again, nor did I step into Tangli Palace again. So I gradually became unnoticed, and fell silent in the bustle of the harem.
Come down.
At first, many people in the palace had a cold-looking attitude toward Lingrong's favor. In their eyes, Lingrong did not have a noble background, but was of a wealthy family. He was timid, and his appearance was only average, not very good.
All she could rely on for her beauty was an outstanding voice, which was not much different from the Yu family who was favored for singing back then. So they calculated that Xuan Ling's interest in her would not last more than two months before he would gradually become indifferent.
However, Lingrong's timidity and shyness and the unique gentleness of Xiaojiabiyu made Xuan Ling become more and more obsessed with her. Concubine Murong and I were silent, and for a while, Lingrong could be said to be unique in the palace.
Tangli Palace is truly deserted during the Qingqiu Festival. Except for Wen Shichu, no other imperial doctor is willing to treat me easily. The palace maids and eunuchs who used to be popular in the past also avoid it. In the past, Murong Shilan's Mi Xiu
The palace and my Tangli Palace were the two most lively places in the palace. Now that they are both deserted, it seems that both are harmed.
My Tangli Palace has become increasingly lonely. The courtyard is silent, and the vermilion palace gate is often closed during the day. The former gates and courtyards have long since been transferred to Mingse Residence, where Ling Rong now lives. In my courtyard, the most frequent visitors are the people.
They were sparrows that had fallen from the branches. The concubines still interacted with each other, but it was just Concubine Jing and Meizhuang. The palace people gradually got used to this kind of loneliness, and they took a handful of millet and scattered it in the court.
In order to attract the birds to come and peck for fun. As time goes by, the birds become bolder and dare to jump on the palm of people's hands to peck and eat. There are these chirping birds all day long, but it is not very special.
It was silent.
The coldness in my heart started from that day when I accidentally heard the words of Ling Rong and Xuan Ling, and gradually the little thoughts and expectations disappeared. If we meet each other, we will not see each other, then we don’t want to see each other. Ling Rong is naturally busy,
I'm busy waiting on the driver, busy at the night banquet, and busy decorating this night of singing and dancing with my own songs. Naturally, there are no words to persuade me like what I said to Xuan Ling that day. Only occasionally, I ordered Juqing to send some snacks.
, expressing that she still remembers my sick sister.
Meizhuang always remained silent when he came to see me. He would often stay with me quietly for most of the day, looking at me with an unspeakable look on his face, with a complicated look on his face.
Finally one day, I asked: "Why does my sister always look at me like this?"
She smiled slightly: "I was just thinking, what would it be like if you were really discouraged and despaired of the emperor?"
I asked back: "Sister, do you think I haven't lost heart and despair towards the emperor?"
She said calmly: "What do you think? If you give up on the emperor, how can you still be lingering in the illness and unable to extricate yourself?"
I was speechless and said for a moment: "I really hope I can never see him again."
Mei Zhuang smiled softly and shook his head after being silent: "You and I are different. My relationship with the emperor is shallow, so he kept me indifferent, so I can better understand his coldness and unreliability.
So even after I regain my favor, he will only be dispensable to me, and I don’t need to care too much." Meizhuang stared into my eyes: "You and I are different."
I asked her in a low voice, and also asked myself: "Is it because I care more about the emperor than you do?"
"If you no longer have any feelings for the emperor, then I will not be sad because of his words or his affairs." She paused and said softly: "Actually, you also understand that the emperor is not indifferent to you.
Mind."
I clicked lightly and raised my eyes to look out the window, "It's just that his thoughts, except for state affairs, are almost all in Lingrong's heart." I looked down at my plain white nails, which looked transparent and pale under the light.
The drizzle was gurgling outside the curtain, and the mood of autumn was waning. The cold raindrops fell on the broad withered yellow sycamore leaves, making a dull and rapid sound. I said: "How can you say that Lingrong has interacted with us, even though she acted and spoke
She is not what she looks like. I am just on guard. Do I really want to go up and compete with her tit for tat for her favor? I don’t even bother to do it. Besides, the emperor seems to like her more."
There was an indifferent smile in Mei Zhuang's eyes: "When you were proud, you helped Lingrong get favored. Did she help you when she was proud? If she helped you, why do you need to fight for favor? If she didn't help you, you would be alone.
Are you going to die in the palace alone?" She snorted softly, "What's more, the emperor's heart is that he likes you more today and likes her more tomorrow. There is never a time to settle down. What we women have to fight for is not just that little bit.
Do you like me more than others? If you don't fight, then the likes will become less and less, and eventually he will forget that you are there."
I just quietly looked at the chrysanthemums under the window that had been watered down by the rain and turned black. The wind came in the evening and the yellow flowers piled up all over the ground. It was not only her Li Yian who was haggard, but also me, Zhen Huan. Besides, Yi An has Zhao Mingcheng to miss.
.As for me, if I think about the good things in the past, what follows is disappointment and sadness for him.
Perhaps, as Meizhuang said, I have not completely given up on Xuan Ling. If I had completely given up, then the disappointment and sadness would not be so hurtful.
Mei Zhuang said: "You have yearning and affectionate desire for the emperor, so you are so sad and worried about who he likes more. If you have no intention for the emperor, then you will not be sad, but will pursue your plans wholeheartedly.
Steal more of his likes. An unintentional person will not waste time and feel sad."
I smiled in confusion: "Meizhuang, am I stupid? I expect some pure warmth and love in the palace, and I expect it from our supreme king."
Mei Zhuang pondered for a moment, pursed her lips into a beautiful arc, and said slowly for a long time: "What if I am as stupid as you?" She turned her head, her sadness spread like water, and smiled casually: "Maybe I am more stupid than you.
You're stupid. There is a person in this world who is more stupid than you, and that's me." I looked at Meizhuang in surprise. Maybe the Meizhuang at this moment is no longer the Meizhuang I am familiar with and know. Maybe at a certain moment
, she had her changes, but I didn't notice it.
I stepped forward and held her hand, and said softly: "Sister?"
She said: "Huan'er, you can be sad, but don't be sad for too long. There are too many sad people in this palace. I don't want you to be one more." She stood up, and the hem of her skirt seemed to be open on the smooth ground.
Incomplete petals, she finally turned around and said: "If you are still so sad, then you will always be a sad person."
I was sick in bed every day, and it was raining continuously, so I was too lazy to get up. Anyway, there were not many people coming to the palace. I was lying in bed bored that day, but I heard outside that Princess He of Runan was here.
I was surprised that we only met her once, and her husband, King Runan, was the person behind Concubine Murong. Now that I am being left out in the cold, why should she come to visit a concubine who has fallen out of favor and is sick. So she was about to
Someone was sent to evade the appointment, but Concubine He came in on her own.
She just smiled gently, chose a seat and sat close to me and said, "Today I came to pay my respects to the Queen Mother, and I also went to see the Queen. I didn't want to hear that the Queen Mother was unwell, so I came here specifically to visit the Queen Mother."
I caressed my face hastily. I didn't wash myself properly while I was sick. Naturally, I looked depressed and couldn't get up. I just said crookedly: "I made the princess laugh. I shouldn't have seen anyone while I was sick. I didn't expect the princess to come suddenly. It's really disappointing."
instrument."
She didn't mean anything. She just glanced at my flat waist under the plain velvet quilt, turned away and sighed slightly. Her considerate gesture made me feel a prick in my heart. She said: "It's just three or four
If you don’t see your concubine in the moonlight, then…”
I forced a smile and said, "Thank you for your concern, Princess."
I really avoided her in my heart. After all, her husband and Concubine Murong were talking about the same thing, so he was only superficially polite to her. She didn't sit too much and just said: "My queen, please take good care of yourself."
He walked to the table and pointed: "This box of century-old ginseng is a gift from me. I hope the empress can accept it to nourish your body."
I took a look and said, "Thank you for your kindness."
Concubine He smiled slightly and turned around and said, "If you have taboos in your heart, it's okay to throw them away."
I couldn't say anything at this point, so I had to say: "How could it be? The princess is too worried." However, after she left, I just put the things away.
Two days later, the rain that had been falling for half a month finally stopped at dusk. After the rain, light water droplets fell from the leaves, and there was a long-lost sweet smell in the air.
The moon rose from the willow trees in the east, with just a silvery hook, as slender as a woman's beautiful eyebrows. I was in a good mood, so I ordered someone to take "Sauvignon Blanc" and put it in the courtyard. It was also an elegant thing to play the piano that month.
I have rarely had such thoughts since I was ill. With such thoughts, Huanbi Liuzhu and the others could not be more amused. I lowered my eyebrows and continued the formalities in the letter, pointing out unintentionally, but it revealed my hidden thoughts.
Longing for lovesickness destroys the heart and liver. The sun is full of flowers and smoke, and the moon is as bright as a day without sleep. Zhao Se first stops the phoenix pillar, and the Shuqin is about to play the mandarin duck strings. This song is intended to be passed down by no one, and I wish to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze. Recall it.
You are so far away from me in the blue sky. What used to be a wave of water is now a fountain of tears. If you don’t believe that I have a broken heart, I will come back and look in front of a bright mirror.
Li Bai is so free and uninhibited, does he also have such a longing for lovesickness? Is what he longs for like me, a memory that is bitter yet sweet? Just like the apricot blossoms in Shanglin that day, the encounter that day. Even though I am sad
After all, I can't forget it. After all, that day, when he came out of the apricot blossoms in the sky, it was the first time that I felt so moved by a man.
What used to be a wave of eyes is now a fountain of tears. Between the tears falling and not falling, I am in a dilemma.
The name of Concubine Shu's piano is "Long Love". I can't help but think about how beautiful it must have been in the palace in the past, on a spring night, when the flowers were full and the moon was full, and her piano and the late emperor's "Long Xiang Shou" flute echoed each other. This kind of lovesickness is also
It can't be a lovesickness that is as broken and unbearable to think about as I am today. It's a pity that there has always been only one Concubine Shu and the late Emperor in this palace.
My mind was depressed, my fingers wandered back and forth on the silky strings, and I only played the upper part. But I couldn't continue playing the lower part.
Just as he was about to stop playing the strings, a flute sound came faintly in the distance, and it was playing "Sauvignon Blanc" in the second half of the string.
Longing for lovesickness, in Chang'an. Luo Wei cries in autumn in the golden well, and the frost is desolate and the mat is cold. The lonely lamp is unclear and I am heartbroken. I roll up the curtains and look at the moon and sigh. The beauty is like a flower separated by the clouds. There is a long blue sky above and a stream of water below.
The waves and waves. The soul is suffering from the distance of heaven and earth, and it is difficult for the dream soul to reach Guanshan.
Far away, the faint sound of the flute seemed to be lingering, long and faint, and extremely touching. I asked the people around me if they had heard the sound of the flute, but they all looked blank.
I almost suspected that I heard it wrong, but when I turned my eyes and saw Huanbi's entranced look, I felt happy and asked, "Did you hear it too?"
Huanbi was obviously focused, and it took her a moment to react, "Ah?" she said, "It seems to be very similar to the song the lady played just now."
After all, the "Song of Love" I played was no longer sad, but lacked the deep-rooted feeling of lovesickness. Listening to that person playing it now, the emotion in the flute was ten times more intense than mine.
I got up unconsciously and stood by the door and listened for a while. The sound of the flute was distant and clear, swaying three times and nine times. It was like a warm spring day in the quiet night. I felt that the depression in my heart was much relieved. I heard the nightingale in the courtyard.
Occasionally, there is a sound of dripping and round, as crisp as big beads and small beads falling straight into the jade plate.
I sat down straight again, waved my hands skillfully, and a clear and mellow tone came out from under my fingers, and there was a third of real yearning in the music.
The sound of the flute over there seemed to be closer, and I heard it much clearer. I turned the strings according to its beat and kept up with the tune. In this way, the flute and flute played together, and my mind was only focused on how to be harmonious, and I temporarily forgot about the accumulated days.
The unhappiness. The sound of the piano is gentle, the sound of the flute is clear, and the strength of the music is also gentle, lingering as if telling a heart song. For a moment, Liu Jiaohua's dewdrops were not surprised, even the moonlight lingered to cover it, and she couldn't bear to leave. Two long rays of sound were faintly reflected in the clouds.
Overlapping and intersecting, they echoed in the distance, playing straight to make the breeze blow, the dew clear and frosty, the moon shadow swaying, the mountains and hills were lovely, only the lingering sound lingered in the whole courtyard, and even the nightingale stopped singing happily.
After the song ended, Jin Xi smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I heard my empress play such a good piano."
I asked: "You still haven't heard the sound of the flute?"
Jin Xi whispered: "I seemed to have heard something just now, but it was very vague and not real."
I didn't expect it, and said: "I wonder which empress or young master in the palace can play such a good flute." Then he played the piano and stood up. Huanbi had already taken the cloak in his hand, and his eyes were full of expectation. I knew her.
He meant, "You were also moved by the sound of the flute, weren't you?"
Huanbi smiled unconsciously and said, "Miss, do you want to go out for a walk?"
The moonlight shines all the way to the twists and turns of the nine-turn corridor. The ancients walked on the snow in search of plum blossoms and smelled their fragrance. I went to find the flute player by the sound, and all I relied on was the clear and intermittent sound like a wisp of a quiet spring.
, it’s just such a slight wisp. Huanbi and I walked gradually farther and farther away from each other, walking on the shallow clear light on the ground.
Deep in the corridor, a man in plain clothes holds a purple flute, slightly raising his head to look at the moon, and playing the music slowly. His eyebrows are stretched, his expression is leisurely and elegant, and he stands in the wind, looking very happy.
When I saw who that person was, I was startled. I already knew something was wrong. Then I looked at Huanbi. She also looked surprised. I wanted to stop moving forward, but then I thought about it. He was kind to me in times of crisis.
Righteous. Then he slowly stepped forward and nodded to each other. When Huanbi saw him, he also smiled and stepped forward to give him a blessing. But I was slightly surprised: what Huanbi did was just a common courtesy.
. Before I could think too much about it, Huanbi had already realized her interest and retreated.
Xuan Qing's eyes stayed on my face for a moment, then quickly turned away and said: "You have lost a lot of weight."
I smiled and said: "At this time of year, the west wind is blowing, so naturally people are thinner than yellow flowers."
His eyes were filled with pity, and he glanced at me gently. At this time, I couldn't bear and couldn't accept such a look. So I took two steps back, straightened my clothes, and said straightly: "On that day, Your Majesty saved me in a righteous way.
In this time of crisis, I will bear this in mind and be grateful."
Hearing what I said, he was startled, and his eyes were a little distant, and he said: "Does your concubine have to be so estranged from Qing? It's a pity that what happened that day still cannot save your child."
Everyone knows that King Qinghe broke into Mixiu Palace to save me just because I am Xuan Ling's favorite concubine, and saving me was just to please Xuan Ling. That's why he was willing to bother to make my birthday more beautiful, and now he comes again
To put it nicely, it was just for the sake of the emperor in my belly. Only I understand that his invasion of the palace was not just that. But no matter what, he is the only one in the palace who has such a generous helping hand.
I smiled frankly: "Although I am in a state of decline today, I am by no means an ungrateful person. If the prince has any inconvenience in the future, I will do my best to help you."
He laughed out loud: "It's really awkward to hear you call yourself 'my wife'." He quickly said seriously: "The reason why I help your concubine is not in exchange."
I nodded slightly, "Maybe it's safer for me to exchange."
He said: "I hope Qing is not among them. Qing also hopes that your concubine is well. Because... Qing regards your concubine as a confidant." He paused and then said: "This place is desolate, how could your concubine come?"
I smiled, pointed at the purple flute in his hand and said, "Who do you think the prince was playing just now?"
He smiled knowingly: "I am selfishly guessing that she might be a noble concubine."
I smiled faintly and said, "Your Majesty, do you believe that there is such a thing as telepathy in this world?" The question was very gentle, but it concealed a sharp edge.
His figure stood slenderly in the cold and white moonlight, and his long outline added a touch of gentleness and tranquility. He did not notice my intention and said seriously: "I believe it."
He was so serious and sincere, but I felt a little guilty, why did I have to ask him to say it. However, the words had already been spoken, and I had to continue, "That's why the prince knew that I was trapped in Mixiu Palace at the right time, so he came to rescue me."
The words were a bit sharp, but he responded silently, "Actually..."
I turned my head away and said softly: "I know that the prince is doing this for my own good, but he has frequent private interactions with my close maids. If the news spreads, it will not be beneficial to the prince himself."
A hint of cool joy flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Thank you for your concern, concubine."
I was grateful for his understanding in my heart, as if a hand was brushing across my heart very quickly and gently, but I said jokingly: "Actually, it's nothing. If others really find out, I will be a favor and give her to the prince."
Become a concubine."
He coughed, looked at me and said, "My concubine, if this is just a joke, that's all. If it's true, Naqing will have no choice but to understand the style."
I raised my sleeves and smiled, thought for a while and said, "Why did the prince appear here tonight?"
He said: "Brother the emperor is having a night banquet, and all the princes and nobles are there."
I chuckled unconsciously: "Did the prince skip the banquet again?"
He also smiled: "This is a common thing." He hesitated slightly and asked: "The An Xiaoyuan sitting next to the emperor seems to have been familiar before."
I said softly: "He is the Anmei from before."
He rested his hand on the mottled red railing casually: "Really? Then An Xiaoyuan's singing has improved a lot, but the only disadvantage is that it has lost her own flavor."
I asked back: "The emperor's liking is the most important thing, isn't it?"
He seemed to be thinking about my words, turned to look at me, and said quietly: "The sound of the piano just now revealed your thoughts."
I lowered my head, and the wind passed by at night, slowly putting on my clothes. I had indeed lost a lot of weight, and the broad butterfly sleeves were carried by the wind and fluttered like drifting snow. I defended in a low voice: "It's just a piece of music."
He said: "It can connect people's hearts. It's true for you and it's true for me."
I felt sad in my heart, remembering the meaning of "Sauvignon Blanc", and my eyes felt sour. However, I didn't want to cry in front of him. I knew clearly that when I shed tears, I would be sad, so I raised my head.
, raised his voice again, forced tears back into his eyes, and managed to maintain a faint, forced smile.
He looked at me intently, his eyes overflowing with a look of sadness. He raised his hand unconsciously, as if to touch my temple hair. I was startled, and I felt a dazed fear in my heart. I just felt that the surroundings were so quiet, and there were so many people around me.
Occasionally, the wind blows through the sweet-scented osmanthus, and you can almost clearly hear the sound of the tiny sweet-scented osmanthus falling to the ground. The moonlight is not very bright, but this thin light falls on the hanging hair on my temples, shining with a black and cold luster.
, as if to cut off his tenderness towards me. I was shocked, my whole life, body, hair and skin have all belonged to Xuan Ling along with my name. When I thought about this, my expression froze.
He also understood that his hand stopped an inch on my temple and solidified into a stiff gesture.
I quickly turned around and stopped looking at him. The atmosphere was finally a little sour. I looked for a topic casually and said, "What kind of place is this? It's so desolate."
He was a little far away from me, and his voice sounded a little vague: "This is the Buddhist hall of the former Empress Dowager Zhaoxian." After a brief introduction, he added: "My mother and concubine used to kneel here as punishment."
Empress Dowager Zhaoxian was the legitimate mother of the late Emperor Longqing. The late Emperor's biological mother, Empress Dowager Zhaohui, died young. The late Emperor had been raised by Empress Dowager Zhaoxian since he was a child, and they had always had a good relationship. Later, when Concubine Shu entered the palace, mother and son almost turned against each other. Soon after, Empress Dowager Zhaohui was found out.
Her death was ordered by the Empress Dowager Zhaoxian, just to usurp the late emperor and keep her position as the empress dowager. After the death of the empress dowager Zhaoxian, the late emperor strictly ordered that only the title of the empress dowager be given to her, and her body was not allowed to enter the Taimiao Temple for worship with incense, and the Zi Palace was not allowed to enter the imperial mausoleum.
She was only allowed to be buried in the concubine's mausoleum, without the posthumous title of emperor, and she was not allowed to bear the title of honor in future generations. The place where Empress Dowager Zhaoxian lived was also desolate and desolate, and no one took care of it anymore.
The night was getting colder, and a jackdaw perched on a tree occasionally screamed strangely, breaking the silence. The autumn frost was heavy, and I didn't realize it had chilled my clothes and long sleeves. I turned around and left, saying: "Your Majesty is having a banquet.
It is inconvenient for the prince to be out for too long, and it will eventually be inconsistent with etiquette."
He nodded, and slowly picked out a bright little tune and played it to me. The melody was joyful, but when I listened to it, I felt very lonely. The corners of my skirt dragged away the light dust accumulated on the corridor, as if
I swept away some other things. My face suddenly felt warm, just like the warmth and moisture of his tears falling on my cheek that day when I was sleeping, a vague and clear touch. I walked far away to the last one
Turning the corner, I caught a glimpse of him still standing in the same place, only sending me away with the sound of his flute, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. I still didn't believe that I was wrong.
The road in Yongxiang is long and deserted, blocked by high palace walls on both sides. You can vaguely hear the cool breeze bringing the sound of singing, dancing and feasting in the front hall. Huanbi and I walked not fast, and the long shadows of the two people were reflected in Yongxiang.
The bluestones in the alley almost overlap each other, like one person.
I was mentally choosing what to say, and after thinking about it I decided to ask her directly: "When did your association with the Six Kings begin?"
Huanbi was startled, speechless for a moment, and hurriedly knelt down. I hurriedly supported her and said, "The eldest sister is talking to you now. If you want to say it, it's fine if you don't want to."
She lowered her head and said, "I didn't mean to hide it from my eldest sister."
I asked: "But it started on my birthday?" Seeing her acquiescence, I added: "No wonder you never let me go boating in Taiye Pond. You must have asked him to give you a surprise." I looked at it.
Asked her: "So when I was trapped in Mixiu Palace that day, it was you who went to ask the Six Kings for help, right?"
Huanbi nodded: "Aunt Jinxi was accompanying the eldest sister in the Mixiu Palace, so naturally she couldn't find an opportunity to escape. The Queen Mother was seriously ill at that time, and there was no one in the palace who could make decisions for the eldest sister, so I had to boldly go to find the prince."
"Then how many times did you interact with each other later?"
"There were only two times. One was after my eldest sister was pregnant, and the other was two days ago. The prince didn't say anything else. He only asked me to take good care of my eldest sister."
I sighed lowly: "He seems to be serious."
Huanbi said: "Why did the eldest sister suddenly ask about it today, but the prince told the eldest sister?"
I shook my head slightly: "No. It's just that when you saw the Six Kings just now, you performed common courtesy. If you hadn't met him in private on weekdays, how could you have performed common courtesy instead of a big courtesy when you suddenly saw him."
Huanbi's face turned red and she said, "I was negligent."
I whispered: "My status is embarrassing now. If you and the prince have frequent contacts, it will be of no benefit to the prince or us. Don't see each other in private."
Huanbi pondered for a moment and said, "Okay."
It was very quiet in Yongxiang, and I could hear the soft sound of the pleats of skirts touching when walking. The singing voice in the front hall was blown by the wind, soft and clear. It was the mausoleum singing, and the song was "Nagato Fu"
.
I stopped and listened for a moment, then smiled in confusion. With her current status, how could she understand the resentment of Chen Ajiao who was trapped in Nagato? So I still took Huanbi's hand and went back together.
Late at night in the palace, it is so lonely and lively. Whose playing the piano stirs up the lingering sentiments in the mist and tranquility; and whose melodious songs stir up the lingering sadness under the beautiful face.