Light Dance Jiajing

"Who are you? Who told you to touch the flowers here?" Mei'er wrinkled her nose and glanced at the boy who was plucking flowers not far away. The boy looked about seven or eight years old, with chubby facial features squeezed together, and it was hard to tell whether he was handsome or ugly. He just looked as fat as a ball. The little fat boy was obviously unhappy after being scolded by Mei'er. He frowned and glanced at Mei'er, but ignored her and continued to compete with a few flowers. Looking at the lifeless flowers that sometimes lowered their heads and sometimes bent over, the little fat boy seemed to find it very interesting. Mei'er was so angry that she wanted to beat the little fat boy up. Without caring about the fact that the other person was pushing her two feet, Meng'er rushed over in anger. The boy still acted as if he didn't see her. When Meng'er got closer, she noticed that there were three piles of flowers in front of the boy. Just before Meng'er got angry, the boy spoke: "These flowers like shade, and the sunshine should not be too long every day." He pointed to another bunch of flowers, "Flamingo can't tolerate shade, but it can't tolerate direct sunlight. How can different kinds of flowers be raised together?" The boy shook his head and pointed to the scattered pots in front of him, "These pots are dying, why don't you move them away?"

Meng'er looked at the pots of flowers that were sentenced to death, among which were the ones that he had just trampled on. However, these pots of flowers were a little wilted, but they were not dead. Meng'er looked at him like a little adult, and she had an urge to beat him up. Humph, how old are you? How dare you show off in front of me? She didn't have time to think about why there was suddenly such a half-grown boy in the palace. In these years, Meng'er had contact with peers who were either palace maids or eunuchs. Now a disgusting guy suddenly appeared, Meng'er still found it interesting and fresh. Meng'er looked at him with contempt as if he were looking at stinky dog ​​shit, and couldn't help but sneered: "Okay, you say you can't support it, but I will support it well. What if it survives? Do you dare to bet with me?"

The fat guy looked like he didn't want to pay attention to her: "You have no chance of winning. Besides, how can a man like me bet with a woman?"

Meng'er looked at the half-grown child in front of her and smiled: "Forget it, forget it. I really don't need to bother with a little brat like you." Meng'er snorted and turned away, not forgetting to instruct the maid to move the pots of flowers to her room. Not only did she want to feed them, she also had to arrange them to make them look beautiful.

As she got closer to the pavilion, Meng'er began to hear laughter. One voice was her mother's, and the other was a strange woman's. She heard her mother laughing and saying, "Why don't we become relatives? Meng'er has been sensible since she was young. It won't be a bad thing for her to go to your house."

The other woman laughed and said, "That's great. My family would love to have that." They were actually just joking. The princess' marriage would ultimately require the emperor's approval. When Meng'er heard them talking about her, she stopped and wanted to listen to what they were saying. Inadvertently, she glanced at the other corner of the pavilion and saw the fat boy who was also stopping to eavesdrop. Meng'er curled her lips and snorted.

"Mian'er, come here." Kangpin saw Meng'er approaching and waved at her in the pavilion. When Meng'er came closer, Kangpin pulled the beautiful young woman beside her and said, "Mian'er, this is your aunt. This time you came to Beijing with your uncle to take up his post. You can come to the palace to see us from time to time in the future. And your cousin, hey, where is Wei'er?"

Meng'er knew that Concubine Kang had a biological sister who married into the Wang family, a wealthy and powerful family in Jiangnan. She had never seen her before. She turned her head and looked at her aunt carefully. Her mother was a rare beauty, but her aunt was even better. The two sisters looked very similar, but her aunt's facial features were more delicate and attractive. Meng'er stared at her aunt infatuatedly, and was suddenly startled by a familiar voice, "Mother, aunt..." The voice paused for a while, "Eh..."

Meng'er looked at the little fat boy, then at her mother and aunt, and instantly understood their relationship. But...how could such a beautiful aunt give birth to such a fat, ugly and annoying boy, and...this fat boy must be her cousin.

The little fat man glanced at Meng'er and ignored her, as if he had never seen her before. When Kangpin called him, the little fat man came over. Kangpin seemed to like this nephew very much. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from the little fat man's forehead. "Where have you been all this time? Look at you sweating."

Madam Wang on the side frowned and said, "Wei'er, have you forgotten what I told you? The palace is strictly guarded, how can you do whatever you want? What will happen if you cause trouble? Why don't you apologize to the queen?"

Wang Wei didn't seem to be very afraid of his mother. Hearing this, he pouted and said to himself, "I'm in this garden. I didn't run away..."

Kangpin didn't care. What trouble could a child cause? She smiled and said, "It's okay, he's a boy after all. Besides, what can happen if he doesn't run far? Don't blame him, sister." While speaking, Kangpin called over Meng'er and introduced her, "This is your aunt's eldest son. Wei'er is your cousin, and he has met him. In the future, please bring Wei'er to the palace often. I like this child very much. Wei'er is only two years older than Meng'er. It will be more lively in my palace with them around." Meng'er couldn't help but glance at the fat boy when she heard this. The fat boy happened to look over too. When their eyes met, they turned their heads away tacitly.

In the blink of an eye, Meng'er was eight years old. In the past few years, she had several younger brothers and sisters. The five-year-old Zaihou was still very afraid of his emperor father. Meng'er was careful to please his father every day. Finally, her emperor father treated her much better than other children. Her emperor father might really be cold-hearted and never cared about any of his children.

Over the years, Meng'er has become accustomed to the struggles in the palace. In order to win favor, court dramas are staged every day. Her emperor father is really not a loyal person. No matter how favored a concubine is, she will become yesterday's flower within three months. But women don't believe that they will be that short-lived flower, and they try their best to please the emperor all day long. Kangpin has never been favored, and her desire to win favor has faded over the years. She understands that she is no match for the newcomers to the palace at her age, so she simply puts all her thoughts on her two children.

Kangpin invited a dancer from the palace to teach Meng'er to dance. These days, she also invited a zither player. Unexpectedly, Zaihou was also quite interested in the zither. The two siblings often practiced the zither together. Meng'er had a great sense of music. She could play it very well with just a little guidance from her master. Zaihou was very envious. Meng'er had been his idol since she was a child. Zaihou's dependence on her even exceeded that of Kangpin. Basically, he followed Meng'er wherever she went. He even had to sleep in the same bed with Meng'er. Kangpin often held them in her arms. In this cold palace, this feeling of dependence on each other was very warm.