King's man

Inside the Hall of Cultivating Heart, on the white jade bed, Yang Xian was lying weakly, snoring slightly.Lin Mei stepped forward, opened the golden silk smoke curtain, and took off her peacock fur coat in front of the bed, revealing her fair and beautiful body, with graceful curves and exquisite appearance.She raised her feet to stand on the bed, looked down at the sleeping Yang Xian, squatted down, and looked at him with interest.She stretched out her soft right hand, raised her index finger to trace his thick sword eyebrows, then raised that finger again, placed it between his brows, stroked down the bridge of his handsome nose, and touched the soft lips.Yang Xian seemed to feel itching, subconsciously raised his hand to hold Lin Mei's wrist, and murmured "Yi'er, don't make trouble".Fall asleep again.Lin Mei pursed her red lips, as if she was extremely dissatisfied, "I still think about him in my sleep, I'm not Qingping, why not!" After saying that, she raised her hand again, this time with both hands.Starting from his ear, he stroked it all the way, went around to the back of the ear, slid down, rubbed it on his neck, and heard Yang Xian grunt again, but he still didn't wake up.Lin Mei smiled, lifted the brocade quilt, and sat on Yang Xian's body, but her hands did not stop, stroking all the way down her neck... Yang Xian finally stopped being indifferent, and stretched out his eyes before he opened them in a drunken haze. He hugged Lin Mei tightly with both arms, turned over and pressed her under him.The aroused strength mixed with the ignited passion, Lin Mei was completely powerless to resist, with a smug smile on the corner of her lips, she lay softly under him, letting him turn upside down.

At the same time, the two people in Yueyingyuan are in another beautiful scene.Qingping brought Murong Su to the gate of Yueying Garden, and gently knocked on the gate.The courtyard was silent, and there were faint lights, so I don't know if she was asleep.Murong Su's heart fluctuated.Qingping knocked on the door a few more times before hearing footsteps in the yard.The door opened a crack, and a young court lady poked her head out, "Who is it?" Murong Su hid behind the door, Qingping stepped forward, "Call Yingxiu out, there is something urgent!" The little palace maid saw Qingping, How not to recognize.So they concealed it and went in to find Yingxiu according to their words.

It turned out that Yu Wanying hadn't fallen asleep yet. She had been feeling unwell for the past few days. The imperial physician prescribed several medicines. After drinking it this night, she felt very uncomfortable. In addition, after lying down for a few days, it was always difficult to toss and turn, so she let Ying Xiu sent Jin and two to help her up and sit for a while.Yu Wanying sat in the chair in front of the dressing table, Yingxiu took the quilt and put it on her back, letting her lean on it.Here, Song Jin was about to send all the maids to sleep, but heard a knock on the door, "It's so late, who could it be?" She asked doubtfully, asked the youngest maid to watch, and told the others to go to bed up.Suddenly, I saw the little maid come in again, "Sister Yingxiu, it's Mr. Qingping who is outside the door, and he said he has something urgent to see you." Yingxiu raised her head and glanced at Concubine Yu, seeing her nodding her head, Yingxiu stood up and walked out. I was quite reluctant.Yingxiu opened the door, and couldn't help being surprised - besides Qingping, there was another person, Mr. Murong.Yingxiu stood there in a daze for a moment before realizing "Mr. Murong!" She shouted, but didn't know what to say.But Qingping opened her mouth and said: "You arrange the rest, don't let others see. I'll go back first." After speaking, she looked at Murong Su again, turned and left.

Yingxiu hurriedly let Murong Su into the door, then leaned over and looked around, seeing that there was no one, she closed the door with confidence. "Mr. Murong came here rashly, isn't there any danger?" Yingxiu asked half startled and half worried. "Qingping has already made arrangements, most of the people at the banquet were drunk and dispersed, there should be no surprises." Murong Su replied calmly.In fact, he was not calm at all.Yingxiu brought Murong Su into the inner room, and winked at Song Jin who was still in astonishment.Song Jin had gradually gained Concubine Yu's trust, and knew a little about her past, so she went out with Yingxiu at this time.

When Murong Su saw her back in the chair, his heart beat more and less chaoticly, his throat tightened, and he could hardly speak.Yu Wanying was still staring at the candlelight in a daze.Murong Su tried many times, and finally called out her name, "Xiao Wan!" he shouted, his voice dry.Seeing that Yu Wanying didn't respond. "Xiao Wan!" She called out again, a little more gently.Yu Wanying turned her head and saw Murong Su standing there abruptly. She was startled, she stood up slowly, and took a step towards him. Murong Su hurriedly stepped forward to support her. "Is it really you?" Yu Wanying couldn't believe it, she thought she was in a dream.

Murong Su raised his hand and stroked her cheek, "Why are you so thin? Why are you sick? Are you better?" His voice was so gentle that it seemed to melt.

As if just remembering it, Yu Wanying asked eagerly, "How did you come here? The palace is heavily guarded, will you be in danger?"

Murong Su pressed her thumb gently on her speaking lips, "Don't worry. I just want to see you, and I'll be back in a while." As soon as the words were finished, both of them felt that time was running out.There are thousands of words in my heart, and I don't know how to say them for a while.Murong Su hugged Yu Wanying in his arms and hugged her for a long time without saying a word.He looked down at Yu Wanying again, and saw that she looked a little haggard, but she was even softer.He couldn't help but kissed her cheek, only to find that her face was shy and her cheeks were slightly hot, and only then did he notice that her hands were cold. "It's cold, go in and lie down!" Murong Su gently picked her up, carefully put her into the brocade quilt, sat on the head of the bed, and looked at her quietly.Yu Wanying felt extremely happy for a moment, and she also looked at him dazedly, holding his hand with both hands.

Murong Su looked at the light shining in her eyes, and couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed her forehead.She couldn't help but reached out and hugged his neck, unwilling to let go.In the cold winter night, she raised one arm and lifted the quilt to cover him, and he lay beside her, still hugging her tightly, with his cheek against hers.very nice.very warm.

Qingping sent Murongsu to Yueying Garden and left alone.He looked up at the vast night sky and the distant sky full of stars, feeling a long-lost tranquility in his heart.Although the night is silent and the winter wind is cold.Qingping warmed her hands and walked towards Yu Fengyuan unconsciously.In fact, the two palaces are not far apart.When he walked to the gate of Yu Fengyuan, he saw that the lights were still on in the courtyard.He wanted to knock on the door, but after thinking about it, did he knock?Perhaps she has fallen asleep.Even though she hasn't slept yet, the night is so cold, and she is so weak, how can she stand such torment.He stood quietly, and after a while, the candlelight was extinguished, and the last light disappeared. The darkness of the night was pure, and it was also pure in silence.For some reason, Qingping didn't want to go back.He sat down in the corner by the door and looked at the palace in the night for a long time, it was past half of the night, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

It was late at night.Lin Mei got up, put on her own clothes, and walked away.Walking out of the hall, the cold night penetrated through the fur clothing, she shivered unknowingly, then quickened her pace and returned to Meixia Garden.

Yu Wanying and Murong Su thought about it for so long, looked forward to it for so long, and waited for so long before seeing each other. The love conversation seemed endless, and it would take an hour before they noticed the time.Now, the two have been embracing each other affectionately, so warm on a cold winter night.Yu Wanying's heart was filled with joy and satisfaction, she was so immersed in the happiness in front of her eyes that she had no time to feel anything else.She looked at Murong Su with a sweet smile.Murong Su looked at Yu Wanying, seeing her smile so beautifully, he was so excited as if he was drunk, and also looked at her laughing foolishly.How can words describe the feeling of knowing each other like a soulmate!It wasn't until the candle was about to burn out and the flame flickered uneasy that Murong Su realized that the third watch had passed.He raised his hand and brushed her hair behind her ear, and said softly: "Sleep, I'll leave when you fall asleep." Yu Wanying looked at him, and shook her head slightly: "I don't want to sleep." , and smiled again, with a bit of shyness.Murong Su looked at her with a smile, he couldn't get enough of it.How much he wanted to hold her like this all the time, it was never enough.However, he had no choice but to leave, and the more he dragged on, the more reluctant he was to let go, and the more miserable and sad he felt.He leaned over to hold her lips, soft and moist, his tongue rubbed between her lips, her white teeth opened lightly, his tongue poked in, looking for hers, she followed his direction, lingering and clinging, inseparable Abandon.A gentle and long kiss.Murong Su got up, covered Yu Wanying with a brocade quilt, and left quietly.

Qingping is still there.The cold night was long, but he didn't realize it.His heart was illuminated by a clear and clear feeling, tireless and cold.He had never wanted to protect someone so desperately.He just wanted to take care of her, protect her, and wanted her to be happy and well.It was so strange that he felt so peaceful being able to stay outside her palace.He stood up and stretched his legs for a while, and then sat back down again.He didn't return to the Hall of Cultivating Heart until the east gradually turned white at dawn.

After the new year and the Lantern Festival, Yang Qiong wanted to go back.These days, Yang Qiong is lost.No matter how much she sneered at Yang Xian, Yang Xian deliberately turned a blind eye to her and treated her in every possible way, really disgusting.In fact, hate, like love, requires a response.But Yang Xian didn't respond, her hatred for him drifted away.On this day, Yang Xian came to Qiongyu Garden again, bringing a few wintersweet flowers: "Sister, this wintersweet flower is the most fragrant, and it can be put in a clean white enamel bottle." Without waiting for Yang Qiong to open his mouth, he went on He ordered the lady-in-waiting, "Go and get the vase!" For a while, the lady-in-waiting brought a white vase with a wide body and narrow mouth. Yang Xian put the thin branches in and looked at it. Accidentally, he caught a glimpse of a blue-and-white porcelain vase on the table, with a round belly and a long neck. There are white flowers floating all over the body.Such a pure blue color captured Yang Xian's heart. He actually took out the wintersweet flower and put it into the blue and white porcelain vase.Then he said with a smile: "Sister Huang, look!" There was a kind of surprise in the voice.Yang Qiong looked up, the blue of the vase was very strong, which formed an abrupt contrast with the light yellow of the wintersweet flowers. Originally, it was taboo to arrange flowers in vases that were too flashy and distracting, but when put together like this, there was a A strange beauty.The thick blue makes the yellow petals of the wintersweet flower more delicate, while the light yellow petals contrast with the white flowers emerging from the blue background of the vase, which is very stunning.At this moment, those smiling narrow eyes no longer bothered her. "Brother Huang has such accomplishments in flower arranging, it seems that he has studied deeply while he is busy with state affairs!" Export still couldn't help the sarcasm.Yang Xian is used to her tone, and still doesn't take it seriously: "No matter how the state affairs change, flowers are always innocent." He said, turning his head and took a deep look at Yang Qiong, "If I were you, I would definitely not agree to your marriage. so far away."

After hearing this, Yang Qiong felt a dull pain in his heart.Father loved her, but father still did that.He even said that, he was sympathizing with me.Who needs his sympathy!When the state is in crisis, he disagrees with him. He is willful and selfish, and he is not a qualified emperor.Another wave of resentment welled up in her heart, as if her situation today was entirely caused by him. "Nan'an is a very good country. The capital is like spring all the year round. Flowers are always in bloom. There is the freshness of drizzle, the smoothness of silk, and indescribable prosperity. I like it very much, and I can't wait to go back now!" she said. Said, deliberately said to him.But she really wanted to go back.Things changed and people changed, and all the tenderness in her hometown that made her nostalgic was gone.there is none left.Forever gone.When the carriage drove her away from Yongguang Palace again, she swore in her heart that she would never come back in this lifetime.

In the chilly February of spring, Yang Xian took Qingping to the West Palace. In the cold wind all the way, he missed the hot spring there even more.He missed Shuiyue Nunnery beyond Xishan even more.After wading through mountains and rivers all the way, they first went to Shuiyue Nunnery.There was still a thick layer of snow in the shade of the mountain, so Yang Xian and Qingping rode their horses with extreme caution, they even had to dismount when they encountered a steep mountain road, and walked forward step by step.So it's not cold.The pain is that the attendants who follow along the way have to take care of the master and the horse, so there is no time to take care of themselves.When they finally arrived at Shuiyue Nunnery, they were so moved that they almost cried.Shuiyue Nunnery is located in a valley between two mountain peaks, it is not big, only a dozen houses, and a simple yard.There is only an ancient ginkgo tree in the yard, which has lived for hundreds of years, and neither of them can hug it.It was the end of winter and early spring at this time. The ginkgo tree was five or six feet high, and its bare branches scattered in the air, stretching as hard as possible, occupying one side of the yard.There was still a pile of unmelted snow at the roots of the tree.

It is colder on the mountain than in the palace.The abbot greeted the emperor, placed him in the guest room, and sent Xiaoni to prepare a stove and fast food.After everyone packed up after lunch, Yang Xiancai went to Du Xuan's place to say hello, accompanied by You Qingping.Entering the room, Qingping saw the Empress Dowager sitting beside the desk, but saw that he was covered in blue clothes, all his black hair was gathered into the blue scarf, his eyebrows were slender, and his expression was serene, making him appear much more delicate.Yang Xian knelt down in front of her, Du Xuan pulled him up and helped him into the seat beside her.Seeing this, Qingping left silently, leaving the two of them indoors. "How is the queen mother?" Yang Xiancai asked, looking at Du Xuan, he felt that she had lost weight again, with mixed emotions in his heart, and tears rolled down uncontrollably.Du Xuan held Yang Xian's hand all the time, and comforted her, "Xian'er don't need to be sad. I have had rare peace here for half a year. Seeing you are well, I have nothing to worry about."

Yang Xian held his mother's hand and looked at the room. The furnishings were very simple, only a bed and a table.There is a Buddha statue hanging in front of the case.There is a scripture book on the case, which is obviously read often.He couldn't stop feeling sad again, as if he had returned to his childhood, watching his mother's hard work and hardships day and night. "It's cold on the mountain, I'm afraid my mother won't get used to it here, so let's go back with my son!" he said.In fact, I also know that there is no hope.

"I'm fine here. Don't worry about it, Your Majesty. I will feel at ease when your Majesty manages the country well." Du Xuan replied, with a silent warmth in her calm tone.Seeing him again, she felt at ease.She didn't tell Yang Xian that she was going to be shaved.

"Just tell my son what the queen mother lacks, and my son will send someone to bring it to you." Yang Xian said stubbornly.He wished he could do something more for her.

"There is everything here. You don't have to worry about it anymore." Du Xuan raised her hand and stroked Yang Xian's cheek, just like before.She knew it was the last time she did this.

This night, Yang Xian and the others stayed in Shuiyue Nunnery, speechless.Early the next morning, after Qingping got up, he went outside the courtyard for a while, looking at the silent valley, in the cold morning, he felt a little desolate.Turning back, I saw a white flower on the snow outside the door.The green branches and leaves are very fresh on the white snow. There is a white flower on the top of the branch less than one foot long. The six petals are divided into two layers. , the outer three petals are like butterfly wings, so pure white.How could there be such beautiful flowers blooming in such cold snow!Qingping sighed in her heart, and felt that the flower was very pitiful, born at an untimely time, and destined to die.

"Wait for the snow grass." Qingping was squatting and looking at the cluster of flowers when she suddenly heard a woman's voice behind her.Turning around, I saw a little nun, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with clean looks and clear eyes.Seeing him turn around, the woman went on to say: "The master said that the snow grass is a kind of flower full of hope. It is born when the snow is about to melt, and it carries the expectation for spring and the persistence for life." Voice Also very clean.

"What's your name?" Qingping asked, noticing that she was holding a basket with freshly picked vegetables in her hand.The fingers of the hands holding the basket were reddish from the cold, and the nails were bright pink due to the blood rushing up from the handle of the basket.

The woman lowered her head, bit her lip lightly, and then opened her mouth when she raised her head again: "Yun Jing".Having said that, turn around and go in the door.