King's man

Yang Xian took Qingping to stay in Shuiyue Nunnery for another day, and only left on the third day.Early that morning, Yang Xian went to bid farewell to Du Xuan, just in time for her to be on duty, knocking on the wooden fish in the Buddhist hall.Yang Xian knelt down behind her, facing her, and the Buddha statue in front of her. "Mother, the son is gone."

Du Xuan didn't stop beating on the wooden fish, and she didn't look back.He murmured the scriptures in his mouth, quietly and quietly.

Yang Xian kowtowed to her back, raised his head again, and said, "Mother, take care!" He stared quietly at her figure for a moment, stood up slowly, turned around, held the door, stepped over the threshold, and left.

When the host saw them off, when Yang Xian was riding on the horse and was about to whip away at the moment, Yang Xian turned his head and glanced at the Buddhist hall.The branches of the ginkgo tree are still stretching all over the sky.Qingping also followed him back, and he took one last look at Daixuecao by the door.Lovely innocence, crystal clear in the cold.He didn't see the little Ni who told him his flower name.

During this journey, Yang Xian felt very heavy, and the horse was extremely tired from the bumps. When he arrived at the West Palace in the evening, he went straight to the hot spring without having dinner.It's really comfortable to lie in the hot spring for a tired body, he thought wearily.The maids have all retreated.The sunset glow outside the mountain has a little tail left, but the water in the pond is white.The fumigation heat of the hot spring blinded his eyes, and his body gradually stretched out in the water, as if he had melted in the water, without any strength left.How good it is to lie down like this, and to sleep like this is also fine.A layer of sweat gradually formed on Yang Xian's forehead, his head was dizzy, his eyes were pierced, and the singing of birds in the mountains became far away, a completely relaxed emptiness.

Qingping was so exhausted these days, she finally went to the West Palace to have a good night's sleep.Originally, I wanted to be lazy, but I didn't want to be called out by Yang Xian early in the morning and dragged to the hot spring pool.

The morning air in the mountains has a damp smell, and the crisp birdsong melts away the cold, making it look joyful.The hot spring is full of water vapor, because the surrounding temperature is high, the grass by the pool grows first in other places, the grass is green and tender, and the feeling of spring is delightful to watch.Seeing the clear water in the pool again, a warm feeling came over her, and Qingping's mood suddenly improved.Yang Xian had already taken off his clothes and entered the pool, he threw a handful of water at him, the water splashed on his clothes, it was warm, and there was thin smoke.Qingping didn't hesitate anymore, she took off her clothes and jumped in to catch Yang Xian, but Yang Xian had already fled when he saw this.People in the water, being restrained by the water, moved a little slowly, Qingping couldn't catch up with Yang Xian, so she turned around and ignored him.He was lying on the edge of the pool, watching the rising sun emerge from the top of the mountain, dancing among the clouds, and rays of light shot down through the clouds, bright and brilliant.The mountains are covered with a layer of light, lingering in the clouds and mist, and the sky is vast.

Qingping was stunned by the scene in front of her, and was so excited that she couldn't speak.Then he felt Yang Xian quietly hugging him from behind, kissing his shoulder and neck lightly, he turned his head and smiled towards the sun.Yang Xian also turned his head to look at Qingping, and saw that his eyes were bright and shining, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he was smiling brightly.Yang Xian's heart was agitated, he raised his hand to stroke his neatly painted eyebrows, water drops slipped from his fingertips, and dripped on the tip of his nose, a crystal and shining point, very beautiful.

Seeing that Yang Xian just looked at her and smiled, Qingping raised his right hand to hold his face, and helped him turn to face the direction of the rising sun, "My concubine, look, the mountains are so beautiful!" Yang Xian refused, and still turned his head , looking at him with a smile, that kind of gaze, with intoxicating tenderness.Qingping's body sank, she slid into the water, her two arms hooked Yang Xian's neck, hanging under him, and brought him into the water.Yang Xian also got down on the ground and kissed Qingping's lips in the water.The water is rippling in the ears, the blue hair is floating in the water, the sun is swaying on the water surface, and the water waves are gentle.Close your eyes and breathe a kiss.Until the two couldn't hold back anymore, they surfaced together, breathing heavily and laughing uncontrollably.

Time flies by in Nishinomiya.Yang Xian got rid of state affairs for a while, and he never felt peaceful and happy.Qingping gradually fell in love with the hot springs, and went to the hot springs several times a day. When he was not in the hot springs, he was either having meals or painting in the study.Yang Xian would sometimes go hunting in the mountains to find some wild fun.Qingping was very happy to see that his whole life was full of vigor and vitality.

That day Yang Xian came back from the mountain and saw that Qingping was not in the hall, so he went to the study again, but there was still no one there.Just as Yang Xian was about to leave, he saw a painting on the desk. He couldn't help but walk over. It was okay if he didn't look at it, but when he saw it, his blood surged up and he was extremely angry.He glanced at the painting again, it was a portrait of a woman.In the painting, she is dressed in purple and stands alone. Above her head is a wisteria trellis. Strings of wisteria flowers hang down, plump and prosperous. The large piece of purple seems to be swaying and flowing, ready to burst out of the painting at any time.Yang Xian couldn't help but look at the person in the painting again, her delicate figure stood there, looking up at the flourishing wisteria.I don't know what her expression is, what she left to the world is just a back view.Yang Xian felt that such a back view was indescribably lonely.He couldn't help but sit down, spread the painting on the table, and carefully looked at the purple clothes and purple flowers of the person in the painting.

Yang Xian suddenly felt a kind of power from the painting, pulling him.He opened the drawer again and unfolded Qingping's scrolls one by one.They are all there.Chen Huilan, who raised her hand to throw jade, has her naked feet and a thin gauze dress. Her movements are so careless, but her expression is so peaceful, even full of joy and satisfaction.Asleep Yu Wanying, she was wearing a pink dress, laying on the reclining chair, sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed, under the cherry tree, countless cherry blossoms were flying around her cheeks, soft and charming.The next pair is familiar to Yang Xian. He still remembers that afternoon, his cousin was wearing a goose-yellow light shirt in such a soft color. She was a different woman. He just took a look. He was surprised and thought he was back at 14. age.Lan Ling was also wearing a blue dress that suited her that day, pure and beautiful.

Those in the painting are them on that day.In the waterside pavilion, Lan Ling leaned on the railing to watch the fish in the lake, while Du Jinghong sat leaning on a pillar in the pavilion.The afterglow of the setting sun came from the west, giving their faces a layer of blush, which was radiant.The two are in front of each other.What is interesting is their reflections on the water: Lan Ling leaned half of her body out of the railing and floated on the water, she smiled pretty innocently, a fish was swimming over her shoulder; Du Jinghong held the railing with her left arm, the wind blowing on the lake Passing her blue hair, blowing a few strands over her chin, and she looked into the distance, with a smile on her lips, her expression calm and unrestrained.Yang Xian couldn't help laughing.He picked up the last pair again, and knew without looking that it was Lin Mei.

Before unfolding the painting, Yang Xian was interested in thinking about what kind of scene it should be.If you give him to paint, how will you compose the picture.After thinking about it, the woman he is most familiar with is actually the appearance of her when the jade body is lying beside him.Qingping couldn't draw her like this.Yang Xian thought so far, and laughed again unconsciously.Sure enough, spread out the painting, it really wasn't.In the painting, Lin Mei is sitting in front of the mirror and doing makeup in front of the mirror. She is wearing a black and white brocade dress. The mirror reflects her gorgeous face. She is applying rouge to herself, her ring finger is on her lips, and her red lips are slightly parted. The pair of fox eyes are looking at you, the eyes are alluring and charming, full of temptation...

After reading these paintings, Yang Xian became interested.He forgot to be angry, picked up the pen, spread the paper and ground it, and wanted to make a pair himself.Yang Xian looked out the window, thinking about the person he wanted to paint.There seems to be so much to paint, how to choose, he thought.Thinking of how fascinating and joyful he was every time I saw him.On the morning in the hot spring pool, he smiled beautifully with water droplets hanging from the tip of his nose; on the night when the queen mother left the palace, they hugged quietly, and the feeling of being together was also very good; One night, he gently hugged him from behind, and patiently resolved his suspicion and overbearing. At that time, his tenderness made people's hearts very soft; on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival when he first entered the palace, he gave His new identity made him see the world from the perspective of a woman for the first time, how different the world was in that night, and how intoxicating he was in that night... Countless memories flashed one after another, these years of companionship, Looking back now, every day is so beautiful.Yang Xian felt very happy and warm.Let everything go back to the very beginning, on that morning, at that moment, he decided that the relationship between them was destined.At that time, the trees in the courtyard were green and the morning light was shining brightly. It was the first time for him to wear men's clothes in front of his eyes. The plain clothes were as clean as snow, and the corners of his lips were smiling, as warm as a gentle spring breeze.Delicate and charming, romantic and suave, with stunning appearance and unparalleled elegance.He walked in step by step like that, with a smile that melted ice and snow, at that moment, his whole world was turned upside down for him.Just draw him at that moment, the initial beauty.

An elegant man dressed in white is unparalleled in the world.Behind him is the radiant morning sun covered by the blue sky and white clouds, and the bustling and bright summer with flowers blooming and butterflies dancing under the sun.If you look closely at the man's description, you will find that his eyebrows are extremely clean and delicate, and his red lips are as soft as petals.People can't help but like it at a glance.

Yang Xian had just placed the paintbrush when he heard Qingping snickering behind him.He looked back, Qingping was standing behind him, looking at his painting with a smile.He was so focused that he didn't notice when he came in. "Aifei's drawing skills are too superb, she actually drew me so beautifully!" Qingping said with a laugh.Yang Xian was a little embarrassed, glanced at him, but took advantage of the opportunity to hold his shoulders, "Come here, let me see if he looks like it!" After speaking, he also looked at Qingping and smiled like Qingping scrutinizing a portrait.Qingping approached, raised her head, and deliberately raised her eyebrows, "Does it look like it?" The corners of her mouth were raised, and she smiled smugly.Looking at his proud and complacent appearance, Yang Xian felt both love and hatred in his heart. "I see that you have become more and more reckless recently, how dare you come to bully me!" Saying this, he couldn't help but smile on his face.Qingping also jokingly replied: "My minister is terrified, long live Zhai has a kind heart, he is tolerant and forbearing to his minister, and he will never repay his kindness!" After speaking, the two thought of a certain minister in the court at the same time, looked at each other and laughed.

Qingping lived with Yang Xian in the West Palace extraordinarily chicly, but everyone who stayed in the palace was not so lucky.In Nuo Da's harem, the only lucky one is Yu Wanying. She is still immersed in the joy of meeting Murong Su, and she can't get enough of it.The warmth and joy of that night were enough for her to persist in the cold and lonely palace for several years.The queen is used to waiting in silence, and it's good to be a companion with needles and thread every day.Chu Xi couldn't get used to it.She spends half of the day in the greenhouse.The fire in the greenhouse is warm, the windows of the greenhouse are bright, and the shadows of the greenhouse are getting longer.Yet she was disturbed.The time is too long, the days are too peaceful, the monotonous repetition day after day, there is no hope and no way out, no change and no meaning, like ashes, pale and powerless.Days like this are unbearable.She was always looking forward to something happening in her heart, even if it was a sad thing, it was better than this deathly emptiness.In such a pale and empty time, the only thing left to do is to remember.She had a good time when she first entered the palace, but that time was too short.Like a gust of wind, it blew past before it had time to rejoice.After that, there is no trace left.At that time she was too naive, conceited of her beauty, and thought she was different.The only difference between her and other concubines is the Luoying Pavilion in the garden!One day the emperor looked at her dress and said suddenly, "I will build you a crystal dance pavilion." It is hard to understand how he came up with a whim.Maybe it reminds me of Zhao Feiyan's Seven Treasures Shelter?Maybe he also wants to use her to decorate the harem in his spare time?What people don't understand is another man.Qingping.He was obviously gentle, caring and caring for her. When he led her to dance lightly, he didn't speak, and she didn't speak, but they could feel each other's breath, especially the tacit understanding in every move, and it was her. and others never have.Thinking of Qingping, Chu Xi couldn't help but look up and look out the window again, Luoying Pavilion was still bright in the sun.However, alone, she wasn't even in the mood to walk in.

In the palace, Du Jinghong was the most anxious.The first month has passed, time flies day by day like running water, and it can't stay.In half a month, it will be Lan Ling's coming-of-age ceremony.February 11th.It has been four years since the girl entered the palace. The girl has suffered a lot. Both of her parents died since she was a child, and she lives with her uncle and aunt.Her uncle is also a first-class snobbish person in the capital, taking advantage of the opportunity of Concubine Yu falling out of favor, in order to please the emperor, he sent the [-]-year-old little blue bell into the palace and dedicated it to the emperor.That day, the emperor called her over, and when she entered the Hall of Cultivation of Mind, she saw a ten-year-old girl sitting on a chair next to the emperor, with big round eyes, clear eyes, and innocent face.The chair was too high for her, and one of her legs was dangling, and she would swing around a few times when no one was looking.She looked up and saw her coming in, she smiled as if she saw a relative, with dimples on her cheeks, accompanied by a string of clear laughter like silver bells.Extraordinarily lovable.The cousin read her and described her as still young, so he placed her in Meixue Palace and handed her over to her.At that time, who would have expected what happened next!After getting along day by day, her loneliness was gradually disintegrated by her joy.She is pure and kind by nature, and at an age full of thoughts, she always looks so happy, but in fact, the girl is very sensitive to her parents' affairs.The more she knew, the more she felt that such an exquisite person was actually rare, and the more she wanted to protect her well in this palace full of traps.

Du Jinghong came in anxious, how could she not see that Lan Ling was also preoccupied.In front of her eyes, she still showed the same joy as before, but that smile was not knowing, she was acting deliberately.The moment they look at each other, they will find that there is a trace of panic in her clear eyes. "Sister, I like the swing in the yard the most. When you swing to the highest point, you can see the Wuxiu Mountain outside the palace!" She said in a cheerful tone, sitting beside her.In the past, when she was chattering, her body would also be restless for a moment. She would not hold her fingers, would wrap her arms around her, and sometimes even lie on her legs and let herself scratch her. Itchy, mischievous and clingy like a kitten.For some reason, she likes people rubbing the back of her neck the most.Du Jinghong thought about it, and noticed that Lan Ling was just sitting quietly now, it's really not like her, she must have noticed it herself.She glanced at her with a smile, but didn't reply. "Actually, I don't like to pull my hair up." She looked down at her fingers and said suddenly.As if talking to himself.Du Jinghong really wanted to wrap her arms around her shoulders like before, and touch her neck with her hands.She herself just sat quietly, hesitating to speak.Silence spread between the two, the more one second, the harder it is to speak.Du Jinghong has too many things she wants to say to her, but she has really taken good care of her in the past few years. She has never tried to test, or even thought of testing the reality that she can accept. bottom line.She was very uncertain and afraid that she would not be able to bear the things she wanted to tell her.In fact, deep down, she was also afraid.She still hasn't noticed this yet.

She didn't ask about that matter, she cared about her shyness, took care of her fragility, and didn't talk about it.The two people who had been close before now had their own concerns and were unable to help each other out.Every word is worrying.