King's man

It didn't take long before the matter of Qiuping was no longer mentioned.The imperial palace is like a deep ancient well, something big falls into it, but with a "gudong", it disappears completely.I don't know how much blood and rain was buried at the bottom of the well, but it was also silent.There is one person who has not forgotten, Qingping.

It's winter.Qingping looked at the frost on the withered grass and thought.The sun has risen, but it is a pale circle, not warm at all.The frost will not melt for a while.It has been more than a month since he was released from the prison, but the appointment to meet Murong Su was delayed.Murong Su thought he was ill, so he sent a letter to greet him, with two daffodils attached to the letter, a light fragrance.The same light font jumps on the paper.He smiled after seeing it.Tomorrow, he thought.Little did he know that his smile made Sixi extremely excited.Finally saw the son smiled.After coming out of prison, he was frowning every day, but now it's good.

Here Qingping is frowning, and Yang Xian in the main hall is also depressed.The most depressing thing is Manager Wang.These two people really bothered him.It was the emperor who ordered the release of the young master, but now that the young master came out, he didn't care about it.When the son was in prison before, he often asked about the son's clothes, clothes and food, lest he would be cold and hungry.Now that people appeared beside him, he turned a blind eye and ignored them.The same is true of the young master, who is indifferent and indifferent every day, neither salutes nor greets the emperor when he sees the emperor.He was only asked once how the emperor thought of releasing him.Wang Quan thought it was because the emperor liked the son.In fact, he didn't know that Yang Xian heard Jinyi and Jinyu imitating Qingping's singing, and thinking of the past, he couldn't bear it.Let him out, and every time I see him, the pain will recover inch by inch like a dark illness.Why don't you see me.But this time, he couldn't escape.

Qingping replied to the letter and promised to meet in three days.He wanted to leave the palace a long time ago.Qiuping's family has settled down, and all the things she left are kept by Chunwei.This place seems to have nothing to do with him.After thinking about it for a month, he finally figured it out.It is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

This day Qingping went to Danyu Palace first.The queen mother was taking a nap in the warm sun in the winter afternoon, and Ming Xin gently kneaded her shoulders for her.Qingping stepped lightly, signaling Ming Xin not to speak, and stood in Ming Xin's place and continued to help the Queen Mother hold her.Qingping's fingers are long and slender, but they are also very soft, and thinking that this is the last time she will do her best for the queen mother, her movements become more gentle and gentle.The Empress Dowager did not fall asleep, but she didn't feel it, she still closed her eyes and rested her mind.On the other hand, he looked like he wanted to laugh but couldn't help it, which was very cute.Qingping also pursed her lips and smiled. "Ming Xin, go and make me a cup of tea." The Empress Dowager felt her lips and teeth dry, and said.Ming Xin on the side hurriedly responded, "Yes, ma'am." Then he left.After a while, the Queen Mother said again, "Why don't you go, Mingxin." Mingxin who was far away was walking, and hurriedly returned to "Queen Mother, I have already fetched it for you!" The Queen Mother opened her eyes in surprise, I was seeing Mingxin walking in front of me.Helped by Ming Xin to sit up, the Empress Dowager saw Qingping behind her.I can't help but smile, the slender eyes are more beautiful, and there is a special charm. "It's been a while since I've seen you, why are you here today?" Qingping saluted as usual before replying, "Caomin is here to bid farewell to the Empress Dowager." The Empress Dowager gave him a deep look with slightly closed eyes, nodded without asking anything. "I am very grateful to the queen mother for her tolerance and care during this time. Caomin will not do anything else. If the queen mother is bored and wants to listen to the opera, she can send me anytime. I will do my best!" The queen mother remained silent.Although it was opposed at first, it is not without regret now.However, she didn't care about their affairs.

After leaving Danyu Palace, Qingping made a detour to Meixue Palace.In fact, I was thinking of seeing that person again, but when I got to the door, I felt how nice it was to meet again, it was just arousing thoughts.He only stood at the door for a moment, but did not knock on the door.The sound of the piano in the courtyard whispered, tactfully and smoothly.To Qingping's ears, that music sounded like thousands of words piled up in her heart.She should be the one who played the piano, even the piano skills are so wonderful!Qingping looked up at the deep courtyard, turned and left.

Passing by the Hall of Cultivating Heart, but still not going in, continue on to Yueying Garden.The scene of arriving here for the first time is still vivid in my mind. What is that graceful figure standing by the window doing now?Go in and look for Yingxiu first.When Yingxiu saw Qingping, she was taken aback, her expression changed slightly. "What else are you here for?" Her voice was cold and restrained.Qingping understood in an instant, her eyes darkened.Although slightly embarrassed, his attitude and tone were still quite soft, "I'm here to bid farewell to your mother." Yingxiu saw that Qingping was cautious, even if he treated him like that, he was not impatient, and the situation was coming again. Farewell, even though she has been blaming him for Qiuping's matter in her heart, she can't be too angry.I have to go back to Concubine Yu.Yu Wanying sank into her rosewood armchair, staring at the hydrangea in her hand in a daze.Yingxiu gently reminded her and called "Niang Niang", only then did she come back to her senses.He said lightly, "Bring him in." She still didn't move.So when Qing Ping came in, she saw her still sitting in the chair, quietly like a painting, as if time was frozen, together with the dim sunlight in the evening and the heavy cold in the air.Only her light green jacket showed a little vitality, which changed the frozen time.In fact, there is a stove burning in the house, but it always looks cold.Qingping stood aside and waited for half a stick of incense.She was silent and so was he.

Yu Wanying seemed to think of him suddenly, and gave him a flat look.Qingping said bluntly, "Is there something for me to bring?" Yan Bi looked at her.Those eyebrows are still unparalleled, the eyes seem to be full of spring water, and the curves of the face are extremely soft, especially the perfect curve outlined by the chin, which cannot be drawn even with a wonderful brush.In fact, it was rude for him to look at her like that.She didn't care, and neither did he.Looking at her toes, she suddenly felt dizzy, as if a gust of wind was about to sweep her away, but she didn't want to resist, and even wanted to go with the wind.take me away!When this idea emerged from her heart at that moment, even she was surprised.so crazy.too eager.However, the wind subsided suddenly, and she saw that she was still sitting there quietly, indifferent.She put her right hand on top of her left, and her nails were surprisingly long. When did they grow so long, she thought, they were a little dull and a little enchanting. "What's up!" she said to herself.The cat that had always been in her hands was free at this time, meowed coquettishly at her twice, jumped off the ground and ran out.She understands. "Yingxiu!" Yingxiu at the door thought that the empress was asking her to catch the cat, so she brought the cat in and handed it to Yu Wanying.But Concubine Yu ordered in a low voice, "Bring that silk handkerchief embroidered with hydrangea."

For a while, Yingxiu brought Sipa. "Give it to him." Yu Wanying ordered.Yingxiu stopped two steps away from Qingping, stretched out her hand and handed Sipa over, staring straight at the door without even looking at him.Qingping took it carefully, the snow-white silk was neat and smooth, and there was indeed a cat embroidered on it, the same white fluff fluffed and fluttered on the silk, like snowballs in the snow, very airy, only the round pair of Eyes, deep black pupils glow with green light, the beauty that flashes is gentle and long.There seems to be a fragrance in a thread, but there is nothing when I smell it again.Qingping glanced at the hydrangea in Concubine Yu's hand, Bi Xiao.

Today, he came to find the emperor to bid farewell.In the main hall of the Hall of Cultivating Mind, one was standing and the other was sitting, as if they were summoned for the first time.Qingping was hesitating, not knowing how to speak.Yang Xian sat down, secretly happy.He's here at last.Finally waited for him to come. "Come here, sit down!" It was not until Qingping heard this sentence that she felt a little guilty for the first time, and faced the person in front of her.He is still standing.Yang Xian raised his head.Under his gaze, it was even more difficult for Qingping to say that sentence.Yang Xian suddenly realized something was wrong.At that moment, he suddenly realized that he had come to say goodbye to him.No, don't let him say that.That time he forced him, he regretted it when he said it.This time, we must stop him.So without giving him a chance to speak, Yang Xian went on to say, "I'm bored in the palace these days. I'll give you ten days to go outside the palace and visit your master." Yan Bi earnestly looked at Qing Ping, still panicking in her heart.Qingping is still standing.Yang Xian was a little restless.He raised his hand a little anxiously, "If you have nothing to do, go down!" Afraid that Qingping would say something, he immediately shouted, "Wang Quan, I'm hungry, pass on the meal!" Standing up and walking away.

After standing for a while, Qingpingfang walked out slowly.Leaving a slight sigh in my heart.

This time Qingping didn't let Xuncheng Shi go with her, only Sixi followed.Yang Xian stood on the city tower and watched the carriage carrying Qingping leave, feeling a little proud of the plot's success in his heart.He has forgiven him.He walked down the tower very happily, and walked straight back to the Hall of Cultivating Heart without taking a step forward.After entering the courtyard, he suddenly wanted to look at Qingping's room.The room was tidy, there was nothing extra, and only his pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed on the table.what is that?Yang Xian saw a letter beside the case.He really came to say goodbye.When he opened it, the letter was addressed to him.First read the letter of his guilt and regret for Qiuping, Yang Xian couldn't bear his pain, and felt that he seemed to be less important than a court lady in his heart, so he was very angry; The daily political affairs are busy, and the lonely shadow faces the moon every night, unwilling to be embarrassed again, and my heart is both gratified and moved; I also saw a change in writing style, writing about how the queen is clean and noble, and if he can always be by his side, he can feel at ease. Yang Xianfu is also depressed stand up.Queen.Why did he respect her so much? It was her.It seems that in his eyes, he is not as good as her.

Winter nights are cold.Without that familiar figure, the Hall of Cultivating Heart seemed even more deserted.Yang Xian walked to the entrance of Lanxiang Palace, the candles in the courtyard were dimly lit, and it was extremely desolate in the night, it was no different from the Temple of the Heart of the Cultivator.A gentle guilt enveloped him.In the voice of the prince, the gate of Lanxiang Palace was opened wide, and everyone was greeted in the courtyard.Yang Xian smelled a faint fragrance, not wisps or bursts, it was the kind of faint but ubiquitous fragrance that wafted through the entire palace.In my memory, every time I come here, the first thing I feel is the fragrance of orchids, which is different throughout the year.Yang Xian helped Chen Huilan up.He smelled that fragrance again, so that he could hardly tell whether it was from the flower or from her.

Now the maids of Lanxiang Palace are very busy, making tea and holding dew, serving the emperor to wash and change clothes, and serving the queen to bathe and make up.The inside and outside were bustling and busy, but the two people who were being served by the stars were the only ones who were surprisingly quiet.Yang Xian sat by the table, he noticed that the orchid on the table was different from the last time he saw it, the jade white petals were blooming peacefully in the candlelight, it was a kind of beauty without arrogance or impatience, a kind of beauty that was neither sad nor impatient Resentful waiting.There was a rare moment of peace in my heart.He recognizes this potted flower, the sword is white ink.Chen Huilan sat quietly in front of the dressing table.In the mirror, he was looking at the pot of orchids in a daze, it was a silhouette.The sword eyebrows are well developed, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the outline is clear.I saw the corners of his lips move, as if a smile had passed by.She saw him smiling, but she didn't see her own smiling image in the mirror.In that smile, a smile lightly appeared on the face like a full moon, and the cheeks were full of adoration.Fullness and abundance.

Queen makeup.The palace ladies left one by one, and the door of the palace was closed.In the crack of the door that has not been closed tightly, there are still strands of darkness squeezed in, wrapped in severe cold.The candlelight seemed to be afraid of the cold, so it dodged a little.There were only the two of them left in the hall.Yang Xian glanced at her and saw that her face was like a full moon, her eyebrows were like new willows, her almond eyes were wide open, and her lips were rosy.Actually she is beautiful.he thinks.

He walked over and touched her shoulder.She immediately stood up like a frightened bird, turned around, and lowered her head.A moment of panic.When she raised her head again, she had regained her composure, and her eyes were looking elsewhere, an empty point that had not yet been realized, so that she could still maintain nobility and elegance without losing respect.

A trace of boredom drifted through him uncontrollably.She's fine, he knows she's fine, but he just can't stand her like this, as if she's always wearing a mask, and it's like she's deliberately doing this to show her goodness to the world, which makes him feel guilty and can't get rid of it forever. "Why does Qingping only praise you?" He frowned.Stare at her.ask.

She turned her face back and looked at him squarely, still with disbelief in her eyes.In an instant, his eyes were blurred, and there were tears in his eyelids.She raised her head, closed her eyes, and forced her tears back.The shadow on the ground also holds its head up, proudly.But trembling.

"He treats you differently?" He asked stubbornly, as if he was competing with someone.

She knelt down, still holding her head up.Open your eyes, your eyes are as clear as ever. "The concubine has a clear conscience towards His Majesty!" The voice was cold.

Seeing her upright look, he felt like a hundred ants eating his heart, feeling extremely uncomfortable.He crouched down and grabbed her wrist. "You have a clear conscience, then you are accusing me of my lack of virtue."

She looked directly at him and said nothing.

Even the look is the same as him.He suddenly picked her up and pressed her to the bed.The more she resists, the more he wants to conquer.She finally stopped resisting and lay down weakly.Give yourself up completely and let him dispose of you.Tears slipped quietly, invaded the thick hair on the temples, and disappeared.

Yang Xian had fallen into a deep sleep.Chen Huilan was still awake.She felt tired and powerless.But she got up and blew out the candle anyway.In this way, she would not have to look at him, ignore everything, return to the time when she first entered the palace, and love him the same.Feng Caixia drape, dragon embroidered brocade quilt, red candles shining brightly, and gauze curtains hanging down.The moment she lifted the red hijab, she saw his sharp face, with sword eyebrows raised, phoenix eyes shining, and a trace of panic slipped through his calm expression.like her.This is the emperor, the man she will accompany for the rest of her life.she thought.There is a sweet joy hidden in the shyness.He looked at her, and she knew that she must be beautiful at that time, her eyes were like autumn water, and her face was like spring flowers.He picked her up and took off her red dress layer by layer.His eyes stared at her neck for a long time, and his hands gently rubbed on her shoulders.A little crispy, a little itchy.He covered her lips, soft and cool.This is her husband. From now on, she will face him day and night, raise his eyebrows, and tie his blue hair together with his handsome husband.she thinks.She stretched out her jade arms and hugged him.He paused for a moment, then responded to her more enthusiastically.He was also so gentle to her.

She rolled over and snuggled up to him.Tears dripped uncontrollably and fell on his shoulders, he didn't know it.Bitter feeling.He always does not know.Why did such a good start turn into what it is today!The most correct thing she did in her life was to enter the palace.Worst of all.

When Yang Xian was sleeping soundly in Lanxiang Palace, Qingping was in Guanxiang Tower.West Wing Room.The surrounding area was very noisy, making the two of them in the room even more quiet.Actually not.Look at the purple silk hibiscus tent, the red phoenix candle on the silver stand, the crystal pot, and the luminous cup, all of which are glowing with warm and dark light, and the lingering incense in the room is even more intoxicating.Murong Su was calm, and Qingping was silent.Qingping has been full of melancholy lately, and she can't figure it out, but now she looks at Murong Su with a calm expression, and she understands a little more.Lonely and frustrated, ancient and modern are the same.The two had a drink, and Murong Su said, "I like the portrait you left last time. I didn't expect the girl to be so skilled in painting!"

Qingping glanced at him, "My lord, I'm honored!" This Qingping was born as an actor, and her voice is excellent, but now she speaks in a soft voice, people who don't know the details can't hear the flaws.So even though it was the second meeting, Murong Su still didn't doubt it.

"Dare to ask the girl's name?"

Qingping didn't answer, she held up the glass with her left hand in front of her eyes, the luminous light from the luminous glass dyed the wine in the glass green, his eyes shone brightly, as gentle as he was blurred.Putting the glass of wine to his lips, parting his red lips lightly, he sipped it all, Fang Kun looked at Murong Su and said, "You are also a fallen person in the world, why should you ask more questions, my lord?"

Qingping looked at Murongsu, and Murongsu also looked at him, and in Murongsu's eyes, Qingping's eyes were twitching, looking forward to the fleeting years.It's just that it can't reach the vicissitudes of life in the end, and current events have changed. "There are also people who failed the girl," he couldn't help asking again.After finishing speaking, looking into her dark eyes, he felt that he had slipped his words, chuckled lightly, and drank a glass himself, as an apology.For a while, he thought that she was pitiful, and for a while, he felt that Xiao Wan was even more desolate and disturbed.

Murong Su always gets drunk every time he drinks, but this time seeing the woman in front of him also wants to get drunk, he can't help but restrain himself.Qing Ping drank a few glasses of wine, her chest felt warm, but her heart was still cold, and her melancholy became more and more serious.Like the dark night outside, it is so thick that it cannot be melted away.He got up and went to the window, opened the window, and a strong chill poured in.The street in front of the window is the busiest place in the capital, noisy and frolicking during the day, but now it is very quiet.The houses in the distance are dimly hidden in the darkness, and there are no lights.It was very late at night.Something floated in and fell into the glass.Two more pieces flew over, Qingping watched attentively, one landed on his shoulder, and the other landed on his palm, a little white, light and soft, it melted as soon as it touched the skin, leaving only a little damp, cool .Snowing.

Murong Su looked at the figure of the woman standing by the window, a bit coquettish, a bit cold. "It's snowing," he heard her say.He moved over and closed the window. "Be careful of catching a cold!" He said, leading her to sit back.Still pouring wine for her.

"Give me a toast, and thank you for your many letter papers!"

Murong Su looked at the woman holding the wine in front of him, his eyes shone like stars.She's drunk, he thought.He was thinking about her body being suitable for drinking too much, she had already drank it all in one gulp, moved her slender hand to fill his glass and drank it, looking at him and smiling.

"The girl is drunk!" Murong Su took the empty cup and said.

Qingping raised her index finger between her lips, and Dan Kou's vermilion lips reflected red.Dan Kou moved lightly, and his vermilion lips parted slightly. "I didn't!" The voice was justified and coquettish.

"Let's go back." Murong Su stood up resolutely.His carriage has been waiting outside Guanxiang Tower.She should be sent to Tan Qingyuan first, he thought.

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