King's man

After Yu Wanying left, only Yang Xian and Qingping were left in the empty courtyard, standing under the full moonlight and in the shadow of a tree.It was a beautiful scene, but it was a relatively silent atmosphere.The two stood for a long time, staring at each other for a long time.Yang Xian didn't say anything, and finally took a deep look at Qingping, turned and left.Qingping followed her all the way to the Hall of Cultivating Heart.The three-day feast was over, and the courtyard of the Hall of Cultivating Mind suddenly felt empty and silent.The night is dark and the candles are short.Yang Xian stood by the desk, waved to Qingping who was behind him and said, "Go to sleep." His voice was short and low, showing a little tiredness.Qingping looked at his slowly lowered hand, and felt that this person, these words, were so lonely.He walked over and hugged him, leaning his face on his shoulder. "No," he said.His hand found the hand that had just been waved at him, and his fingers penetrated between the fingers and clasped tightly.After a long while, I felt that the cold hand was getting warmer.

Yang Xian turned around and looked at him.Eyes with questions, and exploration.He felt he owed him an explanation.If he doesn't ask, he should tell him.But he didn't say either.

Qingping looked at Yang Xian, didn't speak, and didn't give him a chance to speak...the two hugged each other and entered the golden tent.

Qingping has never been so eager to hug someone like this moment.

When the hustle and bustle subsides.Qingping lay quietly with her eyes open.Yang Xian beside him was breathing evenly and seemed to be in a deep sleep.He was surprisingly sober.Consciousness wanders in the fields of memory, not knowing where to go.He seemed to hear the sound of rain falling outside, the raindrops pattered on the hood, accompanied by the whistling wind, he shrank under the quilt and touched his junior brother's feet.It's so dark, I can't see my junior at all.He felt that his junior had subconsciously changed his sleeping position, but he didn't wake up.The master who is driving outside must be very cold.Where is the carriage going?Where does the master take them?Can't remember at all.It was raining heavily, falling little by little, tick tock.It's actually very quiet.The whole world is silent except for the sound of rain and the occasional sound of wind.He felt as if they were trapped in a lonely boat lost in the night, drifting aimlessly in the vast rain, drifting with the waves, with no one to support.He suddenly felt a little scared, closed his eyes, turned over, stretched out his hand to find his junior brother, and grabbed his fleshy arm, and he felt a little bit of peace.

He turned over, put his arms around his shoulders, rested his head on his arms, and fell asleep gently.Yang Xian temporarily paused his thoughts.Actually he wasn't asleep.Qingping leaning over made him feel the warmth of his breath.He is no longer the little boy sitting in the night wind.The whistling northwest wind swept across the earth unscrupulously, and the clouds were also blown away, leaving no one left.It seems that the sky full of stars is extraordinarily bright and cool.Only then can he move freely in this yard, climb to the tallest tree and watch the stars.Mother said he had to hide before the sun came out.He knew he couldn't see the light.The branches are bare, trembling in the wind, looking very cold.The wind kept hitting his hands that were holding on to the branches.His hands were a little stiff, and he was stubbornly unwilling to go down.The arm under Qingping's pillow was slightly numb, and her hand was a little stiff.He didn't move.

They will never know that during this night of embracing and sleeping, they thought of a night more than ten years ago at the same time.At that time, they were still two children who did not know each other, drifting in their own worlds.The future is still confused and has no shape.Their lives will go through many years of twists and turns before they will finally meet.

Lin Mei felt uncomfortable physically and mentally for days.Even if pregnant, it should be her.It happened to be the queen who had been neglected all the time, so she felt hopeless.The only consolation is that the affairs of the harem are temporarily taken care of by her.It can be seen that the emperor valued her after all.This day she went to pay her respects to the Empress Dowager, and when she passed by the Hall of Cultivating Heart, she heard the melodious music inside the wall, and knew that Qingping was singing again, thinking that there was this person making trouble by the Emperor's side, she couldn't help feeling even more indignant.

Everyone in the palace said that their emperor was so happy that his heir's Sacred Heart was happy, and the three-day water banquet did not make him fully happy.He also ordered Qingping to arrange the repertoire and set up a stage set in the courtyard of the Hall of Xiuxin. The emperor also specially ordered someone to build a huge mirror.The palace musicians were also dispatched, and the music of the Hall of Cultivation of Mind was lingering for a while, causing butterflies to play with petals, flowers to dance in grass, and clouds to reflect in the pond, making birds fly in the water and fish swim in the clouds.So happy!

The Sacred Heart has never felt more at ease.The Hall of Cultivating Mind was indeed happier than ever before.Amidst the voiceless and rhythmic music, Yang Xiandan's phoenix eyes shone brightly, locking on to Qingping.Diancui on the head is an elf that is about to fly with inspiration, jumping in the gentle night field, flying into the heart, the eternal twinkling star in memory; colorful pearls, tears shed to the moon, the exhibition A thousand-year love, heart-breaking beauty; the blue silk hanging down the waist is a waterfall hanging from time, the mist splashing in the mountain stream, and the cursive script with the rhyme of each word is hidden. ; The water sleeves that suddenly slipped off after a flying fly are like galloping wild horses, galloping in the pulse with the blood; the slender orchid fingers, twisted and curled, hooked and turned, stir the lush greenness in the abyss of the heart that has never seen the light The fresh aquatic plants, the charming feelings, the enthusiasm of the prehistoric, the entanglement that is constantly cut and messed up.Yang Xian stared at Qingping.A feeling of being bewitched, an inescapable sweetness, and an obsession going forward.The raised eyebrows are pointed, and the corners of the eyes are looking out.The slight smile on the corner of the lips, rippling with drunkenness, mellows time and space; the leisurely glance of the eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, reverses the fleeting years.He is beautiful.He knows he is beautiful.To be so presumptuous and so proud.Just looking at you, I knew that you were going to be addicted, so that look was extraordinarily charming and bright.He is not stingy with his brilliance, as if his existence is to startle the world.

During the vigorous rehearsal, one day Qingping danced solo in front of the mirror. When every movement of her body was integrated into the music, Qingping gradually became better until she was exhausted before she felt tired and lay down in front of the mirror to rest casually.Qingping looked up into the mirror, in the silk brocade clothes, the undecorated face, because of the dancing cheeks just now, was a light crimson color, and the color was more beautiful when it was mixed in the snow-white skin.Qingping looked at herself, feeling satisfied.At this time, the sunset is gradually westward, and the color of the sky is divided into several levels from west to east. The indigo purple in the west sky, the blue sky in the sky, and gradually fade to jade green in the east.Under the clear sky, Qingping was attracted by the phoenix trees stretching in midair like an umbrella in a bronze mirror. Such a bright green color will lose the freshness of spring and become the richness of summer.He was startled that spring was coming to an end, and he was obsessed with the play, not yet in time for a spring outing.With this thought in mind, it seemed like I couldn't wait for a moment.He hurriedly got up and walked into the hall, and saw Yang Xian sitting in front of the mirror, playing with his headgear.He approached quietly, leaned behind him, grabbed the hair ornament in his hand suddenly, and put it on his temple, "My concubine misses me!" Yang Xian raised his eyes to see him in the mirror, smiled without saying a word.

Qingping's fingers unknowingly picked up a strand of blue silk and stroked it, "You just sit in the palace, don't you let down the spring willows outside the window?" Yang Xian drew a playful smile on the corner of his lips after hearing this, "I've failed the spring willows again How about, just live up to Qing." Qingping smiled happily: "If your Majesty takes all the people in the palace for an outing, the country and the beauties will live up to it, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds!" Yang Xian couldn't help laughing, and looked back at him, "Yi'er is really smart , you want to go out to play in the palace, but you said it so thoughtfully. I will arrange it!" Qingping was happy, she put down the lock of hair, and kneaded gently on Yang Xian's shoulders with her ten fingers.Seeing the emperor's eyes lightly closed, with an extremely relaxed expression, Fang asked, "Who is your majesty going to take?" After asking, he saw Yang Xian in the mirror thinking, his brows slowly wrinkled.Before he could speak, he imitated his tone and continued, "Of course the empress is going. The imperial concubine Lan and concubine Yu have been living in the palace for a long time, so they should be taken out to relax. Of course, it would be boring to lose the concubine Mei." !"

Yang Xian opened his eyes and looked straight at him, "Have you made arrangements for me?" There was a half-smile in the corner of his eyes, with a majesty of his own.It was rare for Qingping to see him look so serious.The heart will be unhappy.Be silent.After a long while, Yang Xian said calmly, "The empress is pregnant, so it's not suitable to go far away, and the concubine Mei has no time to take care of the harem affairs. The others may not have any intentions." Qingping remained silent. "It's fine as long as you are good, but I have to take care of so much." Yang Xian saw that his expression changed slightly, and asked again.Hearing this, Qingping knew that there was still room for maneuver, and said, "Your Majesty hasn't asked, how do you know they don't have any intentions?" Yang Xian put on a helpless look: "If you don't believe me, you can ask yourself!"

As soon as Yang Xian said that, he didn't expect Qingping to run to Meixue Palace excitedly the next morning.pity.The gate of Meixue Palace failed his good intentions.He knocked on the door for a long time, only a second-class maid came, and the door was only opened a crack, and she squeezed out a sentence from the crack, "Our mother said, I have something to do today, so I can't see guests." Then the door closed again up.Thick palace gate.High palace walls.Deep courtyard.Qingping felt aggrieved in her heart, she almost wanted to sit on the ground and swear she would not return until the palace gate was opened.He has been to this Meixue Palace several times, but he has never entered it.Deep in the courtyard, only the sound can be heard, and there are many shadows of flowers, but no one can be seen.In the depths of the courtyard, the person among the flowers and shadows, do you remember him?Why is she so indifferent?Always a look of refusal.Qingping thought about it and never offended herself, and she still didn't understand what Du Jinghong was thinking.Had to leave again with deep melancholy.

Originally, he wanted to go to Meixue Palace and then to Yuying Garden.He didn't go to Yuying Garden.Even he felt that the emperor was right.He can't do anything.Even his best intentions are in vain.He thought a little disheartened.

Qingping returned to Xiuxin Hall, Yang Xian was waiting for him to have breakfast.Yang Xian didn't say anything, and when he saw him coming back, he ordered the maids to serve dinner.A burst of warm emotion welled up in Qingping's heart.There is only this one person who responds to his needs.The eternal lonely life in the same palace, only this person needs him.

As the days grew longer, Yang Xian dealt with political affairs after lunch break, and chatted and laughed with Qingping again, the sun was still high in the sky, brightly illuminating the courtyard.Yang Xian took Qingping to the imperial garden for a walk. "You don't know how much I longed to enter this imperial garden when I was a child. Every night, I sat on the acacia tree and looked at the green lake and green mountains here. Sometimes it is clear under the moonlight, and sometimes it is hazy in the night. " Yang Xian said, raised his finger to point at Wuxiu Mountain, smiled slightly, and continued. "Of course, when there is no moon, all this is completely hidden in the night, and I can't see anything. At that time, I just looked in this direction, imagining the trees by the lake, the fish swimming in the water, and the winding places where mountains and rivers meet. The boundaries. It seems to be more lively than what I saw."

Qingping looked at him seriously and listened carefully, not letting go of a word.This was the first time he heard Yang Xian talk about the past since he entered the palace.When I was young, I always thought about what would be on the other side of the mountain, the other side of the water, and the horizon where the earth disappeared.Always want to go far away.Vaguely curious.A vague expectation.But his childhood must have been different from mine.Qingping thought.Want to ask, but can't bear to ask.After quietly following him for a few steps, he asked, "How old was Your Majesty when he became the throne?" Yang Xian turned to look at him after asking.The moment they stared at each other, he realized that the emperor had seen through his mind.But seeing Yang Xian immediately smiled, Lang Sheng said, "How old are you? Before that, I didn't even know how old I was. You can ask those historians, they know." The smile on the corner of his mouth was still there, with a hint of mockery. "Long live the Holy Spirit, how can you pay attention to the short ten years before that? It's okay if you don't remember!" Qing Ping imitated the tone of those ministers and responded rigidly, with a shrewd light in her eyes.Yang Xian laughed.

Qingping and the two talked and walked, laughing constantly.Suddenly, Qingping stopped.Yang Xian followed his gaze and saw a majestic phoenix flower and two beautiful figures among the flowers.It's my cousin, Yang Xian's heart stopped for a while.The one next to her in the blue dress is Lan Ling, she is so beautiful, I remember she was just a little girl when she first entered the palace.Look closely at its description: the eyes are as exquisite as dew, the red lips are as bright as red cherry, the white teeth are as clear as crystal, the conversation is pretty, the smile is bright and clean, especially the smile on the cheeks, which is very cute.And the blue dress made her more pure and beautiful. "Lanling's blue dress really suits her." Yang Xian said, Qingping only responded lightly.

The large piece of red phoenix flowers on the side of the road is really spectacular.The white flower is huge, with petals stretching in the air, graceful and luxurious and otherworldly.That kind of color, as pure as snow and as white as jade, is the purity without dust at the beginning of the world, and it is also the tranquility washed away from the past of prosperity. Under the sun, it looks so gorgeous.The person among the white flowers was wearing a goose yellow brocade dress. This was the first time she had seen such a light and tender color. She had brocade-like black hair, which was elegant yet calm and elegant.Because she was facing Lan Ling, she could only see his back.Even the back view is so beautiful that it makes people's heart skip a beat.

Qingping watched intently, only to see Lan Ling say, "Sister, I see this phoenix flower is so beautiful, I feel happy in my heart, I looked up and saw my sister, why do I think my sister is more beautiful than flowers!" Her voice was crisp and her smile was sweet.After hearing this, Qingping nodded and smiled, feeling sorry for her.It's a pity that I can't see her expression, but I can hear her laughing like a bell, "Little girl is so eloquent, even my sister Hua can't compare to you!" When she said that, she caressed Lan Ling's cheek with her slender hand, the movement was very gentle.That Lan Ling smiled even more prettily.Just then, she caught sight of them. "Your Majesty." Lan Ling lightly touched Du Jinghong's hand and whispered a reminder.

Hearing this, Du Jinghong turned around and saw them, she didn't salute like other concubines, she just smiled and lowered her head to say hello, "How is my cousin today!" So bright, looking carefully, there is a bit of shyness hidden between the eyebrows and eyes, and the usual glamorous expression is wiped away, don't have a gentle demeanor, just like her back then.

Yang Xian was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "You don't need to be too polite, cousin."

Qingping usually pays close attention to these two people, how can she not notice something strange at this time.Not only is Du Jinghong's demeanor different from the past, but she is also different from other concubines when facing the emperor, even the emperor treats her the same way, he still calls her cousin instead of concubine love.Qingping pondered, but became more and more confused: What kind of woman is Du Jinghong?What happened between the two

Qingping glanced at Lan Ling full of curiosity, and found that she had a naive face, as if she didn't feel anything about it.But at the same time he glanced at Lan Ling, he also had an idea in his mind, maybe he could understand what he wanted to know through this woman.So he smiled calmly, "The weather is so good that even the fish have come out, Miss Lan Ling wants to go see the fish with us?" After speaking, he looked at Lan Ling, and saw her applaud with joy, and took Du Jinghong's hand again Shaking, "Sister, let's feed the fish, okay?" Du Jinghong couldn't stop her begging, and nodded in agreement.The four of them walked towards Yunyin Lake.