That night Xuan Ling rested in Concubine Hua's Mixiu Palace. However, after Concubine Hua was restored to the throne, although Xuan Ling took care of and rewarded her as before, when it came to pampering, in the final analysis it was not what it used to be. www.

I don't really care how good or favored Xuan Ling is to Concubine Hua at the moment. Concubine Hua and the people behind her have already become a thorn in Xuan Ling's heart that she wishes she could get rid of early. No matter how beautiful she is on the surface.

, after all, he is also a person who is at the end of his rope.

Therefore, I am particularly tolerant of Concubine Hua. No matter how coldly she looks at me in front of others, I just abide by the proper etiquette and secretly endure the sharp hatred silently.

I just found that the longer I hate it, the more I can endure it.

I had just gotten up early in the morning and was about to put on my clothes and dress up. When I turned around, I saw Xuan Ling standing behind me with a smile and just looking at me. I couldn't help but said angrily: "The emperor always likes to come in quietly like this, deliberately to scare people."

He said: "You are still confused when you wake up early. You can't listen to loud noises. When you hear them, you feel irritable. I don't know?"

Hearing his little habit of being considerate of me, I felt a little moved in my heart and said, "Why did the emperor come here so early in the morning? I haven't washed myself properly yet. She's too messy to meet you."

He smiled and said, "Just dress up and I'll watch from the side." After saying that, he leaned on the bed and Shi Shiran looked at me with a smile.

I turned around with a smile and ignored him. I took the powder, rouge and snail paint myself, and traced them carefully. Since I had nothing to do, I just lightly swept my eyebrows and applied some powder.

Xuan Ling said with a smile: "When I see the woman next to her shaving her face and putting on make-up, she always has the same face before the make-up and another face after the make-up. They are completely different."

I couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile: "Isn't that very good? The emperor has one person and it is like having two people. A double-faced beauty, which shows the depth of the emperor's beauty."

Xuan Ling supported his chin with one hand, looked at me seriously and said with a smile: "As for you, you are like 'but you don't like the makeup and the powder stains the color, so you just sweep your eyebrows towards the Supreme Being'"1.

I said eloquently: "This is to say that the beauty of Mrs. Guo Guo is too much for me to bear." I covered my mouth and smiled: "I am just bearing the word 'lazy'. I am tired of wasting time on the dressing table every day."

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I pulled up my hair and put it into a simple pony bun. I chose a fine mutton-fat white jade hairpin with the word "longevity" and pinned it on the bun. Jade has a warm and moist look, and the white color is noble and unobtrusive, so it is most suitable for daily use.

Such a simple dress is not to please Xuan Ling, but because she wants to go to Meizhuang. She is dressed so plainly. If I am charming, she will not say anything, but it will definitely hurt my heart.

But he only focused his eyes on me, as if he was in a trance, and said: "Huan Huan."

I gave a low "hmm" and with a wink asked the maid serving in the palace to step back. I turned around and asked, "What?"

He didn't say anything. He only stood up and held the eyebrow pencil on the dressing table. He stood in front of me. I knew his intention and chuckled: "Yes, Shiro's favorite is Toyama Dai."

He was four parts serious, three parts smiling, two parts sincere, and one part in a daze. He just stared firmly into my eyes and raised his pen to draw skillfully bit by bit.

My heart felt warm and affectionate, and it was the same in Taiping Palace that day. His expression has not changed at all because of the passage of time. His eyes were full of affection, and his tone was doting and sincere, and he said: "You

Her makeup is still the same as before.”

I nodded and said softly: "Silang, do you still remember 'Jiao Li Zhuang'?"

His eyes moved and he was silent for a moment. He took a brush from the enamel box and dipped it in bright red rouge to outline the shape of a pear blossom in full bloom. He also dipped it in bright silver powder to embellish it into delicate stamens. The smile on his lips was as bright as a flame and he said: "

Of course we can’t forget it.”

The softness in my heart was disturbed again and again. I had experienced so many things along the way, and my feelings were no longer the same as before. But the sincerity he showed when he drew his eyebrows actually made me panic and want to cry. He treated me like never before.

Liangbo, he must have some sincerity. Just like me, I was scheming behind him step by step, and when I turned around, I still felt care and reluctance in my heart.

He and I, no matter how unbearable, no matter how estranged we are. Looking back, the past is like smoke, but after all, there are still things that we can't let go of.

My nose was slightly sour, and my eyes were a little swollen. I stretched my hands unconsciously to his waist, and pressed my head tightly against his chest. My heart was filled with mixed flavors, sour and sweet, mingling like clouds.

He kissed my forehead gently and sighed with pity, "Silly girl."

Maybe, I am indeed stupid. I am ten years younger than him. When I was ten years old, he was surrounded by thousands of beauties and beautiful women. But even though I had hundreds of plans, all I cared about was that little bit of sincerity.

His embrace was still vaguely warm. In the spring season when the clothes were thin and thin, we were all dressed lightly, and through the body heat of the clothes, we felt it more real and solid.

There were countless flowers blooming in the courtyard, red and green, and spring was really as deep as the sea. After a long time, he let me go, gently wiped away the tears that were still wet on my cheeks, and said, "Why am I so sad when I'm so good?"

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I chuckled, wiped my eyes, and said playfully: "It hasn't rained for a few days. I was afraid that Shiro would forget what 'pear blossoms with rain' looked like, so I showed it to Shiro."

He looked at me carefully and said, "It's really like a pear blossom, so simple and pure."

I looked into the bronze mirror, then took peach blossom rouge and swiped it on a layer, and the blush was like the dawn clouds about to disperse. Then I put a gilt comb inlaid with southern pearls behind my bun, and the pearls shone like running water. But he folded it with his backhand.

I pinned a crystal-red and rosy double-pediced crabapple to the edge of the bun, and smiled calmly: "The bun is more suitable for palace style, with a lotus face, tender face, and a fragrant red body. The eyebrows do not need to be painted wide, and the temples are long according to the teachings of heaven."

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I looked at him tenderly, half smiling, half angry, and continued to chant: "Don't rely on the beauty of the country to marry a lover. When we were young, don't waste the good times." 2

His face was full of spring smiles, and his appearance became more and more high-spirited. He pointed to the parallel begonia on my bun and said: "Huan-huan and I were young and happy, so flowers like this coexist and grow together."

I don’t know whether it’s the coolness of the spring morning or the coolness in my heart. Looking at the twin-flowered crabapples in my hair, it seems that the liveliness and affection belong only to the crabapples and only live on my black hair. After all, with me and him, we are the same.

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What's more, during the good times when we were young, I was in vain for my beauty. And can he be considered my lover?

I felt a little sad in my heart. How could Xuan Ling and I be twins? The women in the harem were all like flowers, and his hands that folded flowers were all about getting whatever he wanted, asking for whatever he wanted. In the end, he still couldn't, and he didn't dare.

I believe it. I just caught a glimpse of his enthusiastic expression in the mirror, but I couldn't bear to disagree. I just smiled slightly and said nothing.

The spring light spread all over the sky like finely embroidered brocade. Looking at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflected each other. His love was stronger than the reflection between the eyebrows, mountains, and eyes. It really moved his heart.

He said in my ear: "It's been a long time since I heard the sound of Huan Huan's piano."

I turned my head and smiled softly, and said: "Let's make a new song based on "Good Times"."

In the afternoon of that day, as soon as Xuan Ling left, I hurried to Cunju Hall in Meizhuang.

At this time, the sun was in the middle of the afternoon, the wind was gentle and the sun was bright, with sparse shadows slanting. There was no one in the Cunju Hall, except for Caiyue, who was lying on a couch in the courtyard outside the hall, holding a feather fan half-covered on his face.

He was taking a nap. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, I couldn't bear to wake him up, so I walked in through the flowers and willows.

I walked under the window for a while and heard someone talking, vaguely Wen Shichu's voice, but it was hard to go in without permission. I was afraid that Caiyue would wake up and suddenly see me and call me, so I chose a dense tree to take shelter temporarily.

I stood outside the screen window and faintly heard Wen Shichu say in the room: "My master's phlegm is due to some dryness and heat in his body. He should eat some snow pears to moisten his body, or duck pears are also good. Stew them with rock sugar and eat them."

It's better than medicine. After all, medicine is three parts poison, and the way to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the body is to maintain health."

There was a faint sigh, and there was some resentment in Mei Zhuang's voice, "We are separated from each other. We are already in this place where no one can see anyone. You still want me to eat pears? Who wants pears? I would rather let my body heat up like this."

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The wind was silent, and Hua Fei was also silent. There was silence for a long time, and Wen Shichu said: "These words seem to be out of anger. Then Wei Chen will write a prescription for the little master, and the little master can take it according to the medicine."

For a long time, it seemed that Meizhuang let out a deep sigh, as if it was an occasional dream during a nap.

There was no one in the courtyard, and I stood alone behind a weeping willow tree, unconsciously standing still.

The light golden spring light flows like water from the sparse branches, casting a patch of mottled fragments on the smooth pebbles. The room is silent, the spring breeze passes over an old pear tree behind it, and the flowers fall to the ground, making a slight "putter"

There was a sound of "ta" and "tat". On this ordinary afternoon, I was suddenly moved by these ordinary conversations. I don't know why, but I felt so confused that I couldn't take another step.

After a moment, someone stood up inside and there was a sound of tables and chairs rustling. I didn’t want to meet Wen Shichu in front of Meizhuang, and I was even more afraid of the way Wen Shichu would look at me, so I hurriedly and quietly avoided the place behind the lush flowers and trees outside the hall. I only saw Meizhuang.

He personally escorted Wen Shichu out, and Caiyue followed behind, still looking sleepy, but just trying to stay energetic.

Meizhuang stood in front of the Chuihua Gate and said with a slight smile: "Master Wen is leaving in a hurry today, why don't you just sit down and have a cup of tea before leaving."

Wen Shichu bowed his hands vigorously and said: "Thank you, young master, you have taken the jade step. It's just that the concubine's medicine is still simmering. I'm afraid that if the eunuchs don't watch it carefully, the medicine will lose its potency after a while."

Mei Zhuang's eyes froze for a moment, then he smiled again and said, "Concubine Xin Gui has worked hard to raise the Emperor Ji, so her medicine must be carefully taken care of."

Wen Shichu Nuonuo said: "My mistress may have misunderstood. It is Wan Guifei's 'Fairy Girl Fan'. Those little eunuchs are clumsy and might break it, so I have to watch it."

Meizhuang's face turned cold and he said with a smile: "Who am I? It's my sister Wan. It's just that Wan Guifei has the holy will at this time. With the grace of rain and dew, there is no need to bother using the 'fairy jade girl powder'.

What's more, Wan Gui's concubine is very popular now, and the threshold of the palace gate is about to be trampled down. As a sister, I have to avoid suspicion, but you, my lord, have to rush to add icing on the cake."

Meizhuang's words were sharp and mean, and I was secretly shocked. After the Queen Mother's Palace found out yesterday that I was the one who suggested the restoration of Concubine Hua, has Meizhuang become so dissatisfied with me? Why did Wen Shichu change his face and said: "Little

Why did the Lord say this?”

Meizhuang himself also knew that he had made a mistake, and when he saw his change of expression, he felt quite regretful. So he softened his expression and said warmly: "I have a bad temper recently, and I have been quarreling with adults. It's just that I just said a word in vain. No one will remember the icing on the cake, and it is a timely help.

Only then do you know how deep the kindness is. You should understand, sir."

Wen Shichu said sternly: "Yanyi medicine is the duty of Weichen, just like Weichen devotes himself to taking medicine for the little master and asking for pulse. Weichen doesn't mind the icing on the cake, he only hopes that whether it is the little master or the noble concubine, he will do the same.

Well, it will never be the day when a humble minister will be able to help you in times of need."

Wen Shichu's words were sincere, and not only Meizhuang's appearance was shocked, but I was also very moved. Although Wen Shichu was a little reckless and did not know how to control himself, his kindness to me and his sincerity to Meizhuang were extremely rare in this harem where people are cold and warm.

Sure enough, Meizhuang didn't say anything else, he just said: "I hope Mr. Wen will treat me and Sister Wan equally, take care of me more, and don't separate us."

Wen Shichu bowed and said: "Both the noble concubine, the empress and the young master, are the masters of the ministers, and they are also the people who should be cared for by the ministers. The ministers will do their best for the queen and the master at all costs. In addition, the ministers will do their best for the queen and the master."

There is nothing else in my mind."

Mei Zhuang obviously didn't expect that he would say this. He couldn't help but be stunned and said coldly: "Caiyue is going to send you off. The imperial doctor will go slowly."

Wen Shichu and Caiyue left, but Meizhuang was in a daze. He just stood in the wind with his hands lowered, saying nothing.

When I saw her like this, I was suddenly shocked. Could it be... However, when I thought about it, Meizhuang only wanted to bring down Concubine Hua, and she was the one who knew best what she wanted and could get. How could she be so confused? It must be out of anger.

I came up with the idea of ​​reinstating Concubine Hua. After thinking this way, I felt a little more at ease. I walked out from behind the flower tree in a whole outfit, as if I had just arrived, and said, "Sister, why are you standing in the wind? I'll pounce later."

The wind is bad."

Meizhuang raised his eyes when he heard this, and when he saw it was me, his expression became a little cold, and he said: "Why is my sister so humble today? Aren't you accompanying the emperor?"

When I heard what she said, I felt anxious. I stepped forward and held her sleeves and said, "Sister, please don't be upset. This is exactly why I came here today. Please listen to me."
To be continued...