King's man

Qingping was told by Yanluo that the emperor was looking for him, so she hurried to the main hall, and after entering, she saw Yang Xian sitting in a daze. "Your Majesty!" He was puzzled, not knowing why Yang Xian was looking for him suddenly.This sound brought Yang Xian back to his senses, and he signaled Qingping to sit down.Qingping sat down, but felt uneasy in her heart. "Lin Mei is pregnant, what's going on?" Yang Xian asked calmly.Qingping remembered that night, he was the one who put the medicine into his wine glass.He was contemplating whether he should tell the emperor, but he saw Yang Xian asked again: "Is it you?"

"No." Qingping answered truthfully.

"Don't lie to me, who else in this palace would be so bold except you." Yang Xian said such words, there was no anger in his strange tone, only fatigue.Qingping couldn't help but look at him, seeing that his eyes were closed, his expression was a bit haggard, he looked vicissitudes and loneliness.Qing Ping was about to say something to comfort him, Yang Xian opened his eyes again, and looked at him deeply, no sorrow or joy could be seen. "That day I knew you were going to elope with Chu Xi. And you did go, I thought you would never come back. When I saw you come back again, you don't know how grateful and happy I was at that moment. I miss you After all, I still can't let go of me. It seems that I am too conceited, and I don't really know you for so long."

Qingping lowered her head.He was speechless about that incident.

"From the matter of Qiuping, to Du Jinghong, and now there are Chuxi and Lin Mei. You have let me down too many times. Every time I find all kinds of excuses for you in my heart-I trapped you in It's too boring in the palace, it's because I'm too busy with political affairs to neglect you. But now, I've used up all available reasons, and I can no longer convince myself to trust you." Yang Xian's tone of voice was still calm, However, there was a deep sadness in the voice.

Qingping remained silent.Yang Xian was also silent.Outside the hall, a cloud floated, covering the sun, and the sky and earth dimmed for a moment.For a while, the clouds passed by, and the sun poured down again. In the spring, in the afternoon, there are new green leaves and bright flowers.The two people in the hall were silent and dejected.

"You want to leave the palace so much, tomorrow, pack your things and go!" After a long time, Yang Xian finally spoke again and said this sentence.

That night Qingping tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.In the past, I often thought about leaving the palace, but now that I really want to leave, I feel confused, and there is a trace of panic lingering in my heart.Looking back on these years in the palace, the emperor has indeed protected and taken care of him everywhere. Although this incident was a misunderstanding, seriously speaking, he is not innocent.So many things have happened in the past few years, he is no longer the boy he was back then, countless thoughts flashed and flickered, and countless worries continued to be unreasonable.

It's three o'clock at night.He got up and walked outside, the night sky was quiet and the moon was clear.This is where he lived when he first entered the palace.Suddenly he thought of that day, when he had seriously thought for a month and finally decided to leave this place and ask him to resign.He guessed his reason for coming, and dismissed him with a few words hastily.He didn't give him a chance and said to leave.This time, it was he who decided to ask him to leave.He has his gentleness, he has his stubbornness, he has his soft heart, and he has his dignity.

The bright moon is bright and clear, and the brilliance flows down.Thinking of that full moon night, it was also the time when the cherry blossoms bloomed.At that time, he was obsessed with Yu Wanying's secret, but he didn't blame him when he ran into it.His heart for him is evident in the sun and the moon.As for him, Qingping, his faults are too numerous to list!

Emotion is a strange thing. It is not as hard as the black flowers of the moon and the red clouds of the bright night, nor is it as hard as fire, snow, ice, water, and soft rocks. It can be seen and touched. It is not so clear. It needs to be proven.But there is nothing to prove it, so there are countless vows.People in the world are crazy, they don't know that mountain alliances are easy to pass away, but people's hearts are hard to stay, and why can't it be caused by the changes in personnel and personnel?Up to this moment, he didn't even feel heartbroken, he just felt disheartened.In the heart of spring, there will be no competition for flowers, an inch of lovesickness and an inch of gray.Every word is pearls.

Qingping sits alone in front of the steps and looks at the moon, not realizing that the east is white.He went into the room and changed his clothes, packed his package, and said goodbye.He actually wanted to leave quietly alone.But there is at least one person who has to be seen.Chuxi.As the sun rose, Yang Xian followed the sun to the east.The light of dawn is like a beautiful illusion.But Qingping stayed up all night, her feet felt a little soft as if she had stepped on cotton.Walking to Yufengyuan, the door is open.Qingping looked into the courtyard and was stunned.Chu Xi was in the courtyard. She was standing by the garden, looking down at the flowers in the garden.The lush poppies in the garden are as white as jade, as pink as the shy cheeks of a young girl, as red as Cabernet Sauvignon, and as yellow as the bright morning sun.Poppies' stems are so slender, it seems like a flower that can't be held back, it moves without wind, and always seems to dance; and her flowers are also so weak, the petals are as thin as cicada's wings, as if they can be broken by blowing bullets.Qingping remembered the legend about the poppies.It is said that after the death of Concubine Yu, with infinite nostalgia for Xiang Yu, with all her thoughts and sincerity, she turned into a kind of grass on the cemetery. poppy. The continuation of "Farewell My Concubine", a soul-stirring, lingering and tragic love story.The spring breeze is thousands of miles away and the grass of Yuji is turning up and dancing sleeves to the king every day.

The morning sun was brighter, and countless rays of light shone in the garden, making the poppies brilliant and colorful.Such a delicate flower has such a kind of tenacity, and it blooms such a beautiful prosperity.Chuxi by the garden is not like this flower, petite and weak body, beautiful face, light and graceful dancing posture, frail fate, persistent heart... Chuxi's figure falls in Qingping's eyes, weak willow The gracefulness of Fufeng, and the loneliness of Lingshuang and Aoxue.There was another piercing pain in his heart.Obviously that person is there, but he can no longer hold him in his arms.Obviously there is still so much love and affection in my heart, and I still want to take care of her and protect her for the rest of my life, but I can never bring it up, even if it is just a word.

Qingping finally walked in.The people watching the flowers heard footsteps, raised their heads, and saw Qingping.Qingping followed her and stood in front of the garden, two steps away from her.He looked away at the flowers, unable to look into her eyes. "I'm leaving. He knows everything." A yellow butterfly flew among the flowers, hesitated, lingered, and finally landed in the heart of a white flower.He finally turned his head to look at her.There were tears in her eyes, full of tears, and she still had the same eyes, seeming to have a thousand words, but she just stared silently.Qingping just understood that wordless confession, such inextricable attachment, inexhaustible longing, such wholehearted longing, and single-minded affection.That gaze melts my heart.Qingping couldn't help walking forward, raised her hands to gently hold her face, and looked at her deeply.Chu Xi, Chu Xi, what should I do with you?Still want to take her away.He was afraid that as long as she said a word, he would take her away regardless of anything.And she just looked at him quietly, and never spoke. "Treasure yourself!" He exhorted, with a soft tone and a gentle voice.Take another look.Take another look.Then turn around and leave.

Chu Xi watched him leave.Still want to go with him.A trace of bitter resentment welled up in her heart.

Qingping was in a sad mood, she was going to meet Concubine Mei, but she passed by Meixia Garden, but she didn't want to go in.He went straight back to Xiuxin Hall, went to the main hall to bid farewell to Yang Xian, and when he got to the front of the hall, he saw Director Wang standing at the door and said with a compassionate expression: "Young Master Qingping, let's go back, Your Majesty is still resting." After hearing this, Ping left sadly.Going back to his inner room to pick up his luggage, he saw an empty sedan chair parked there, and Sixi was standing beside him. Seeing him come back, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Boss Wang arranged for the servants to take you back." With a reluctant look on his face, he was about to cry.Qingping glanced at the sedan chair, but said to Sixi, "Go and lead the two horses!" Sixi followed her advice and went.

Qingping took her luggage and led the horse out of Qiankun Gate, without any scruples, she got on the horse and ran all the way.Sixi followed, and saw that Qingping was running further and further away on horseback, not in the direction of returning to Tan Qingyuan.He didn't ask, just followed along the way.

Qingping galloped on horseback.The sound of horseshoes raised a burst of dust, and the sound of whistling wind echoed in my ears, and then was forgotten.The jolting of the horse's back reminded him of the days when he was riding in a carriage and bumping around with his master. He raised his whip and waved again, and the horse ran faster. The strong wind blew his eyes into a line, and his sleeves were blown in the wind. Flying, the blue hair is messy in the wind.Clouds slowly covered the sky and earth, and suddenly there were several muffled thunders. The horse was frightened and ran like crazy. Seeing this, Sixi shouted "Be careful, son!" and followed quickly.Ma ran wildly on the official road, dodged an oncoming carriage, and left behind the panic-stricken pedestrians on the side of the road.The torrential rain waterfall pours down like a waterfall, and when it is about to pour, the horse gallops fast, and the dense raindrops slap on the face, let the horse run faster, let the wind blow harder, let the rain fall more violently Bar!Let everything be destroyed!Qingping thought crazily.When the torrential rain passed and the horse finally stopped under a tree panting, the mania in Qing Ping's heart finally passed with the torrential rain, and everything subsided.The sky is as blue as a wash, the leaves covered with a layer of water are green and shiny, and the surrounding fields are green.The world is very quiet.Qingping's heart finally calmed down.After drinking the water, he turned back.

During this period of time, the capital was extremely lively.People changed into light clothes, ran out of their homes one by one, strolled around the lively market, whispered to each other, and made a lot of noise.The exciting news came one after another, and they didn't know where to start.One said that Concubine Mei was pregnant. It is said that Concubine Mei had a dream one night that there was lightning, thunder, and heavy rain on Wuxiu Mountain, and she saw a golden dragon writhing in the dark clouds.After waking up, I asked the fortune teller to interpret the dream. The gentleman said that the golden dragon indicates that the concubine Mei will be happy to give birth to a dragon son, and this son will be surrounded by the aura of Wuxiu Mountain, and will dominate the world.One said that Qingping was driven out of the palace by the emperor, because one day the emperor returned to the Hall of Xiuxin after dealing with political affairs, and saw him having an affair with a child molester, the emperor kicked him out in a fit of anger.The listener stood up and said: "No, it's not child molestation, it is said that they are the sons of General Murong, at that time someone saw them going in and out together in Murong's mansion, the emperor kicked Qingping out of the palace after knowing this. "After listening to everyone's discussion, one person laughed. When everyone turned their eyes to him, he lowered his voice and said: "You are all wrong, in fact, that concubine Mei is pregnant with Qingping's child!" "Everyone couldn't help exclaiming, and someone questioned, "No, if this is the case, then Concubine Mei can still raise her baby in the palace!" Someone echoed, "Yes, the child cannot be Qingping's. Let's go!" The person who laughed before cast his eyes around, and said disdainfully, "How do you know these palace secrets! The concubine Mei is pregnant, did the emperor call all the ministers to celebrate with him?" After saying that, he turned and left. Yes, everyone became suspicious again.

In the sandalwood garden, Qingping spends her days at leisure.In the palace.Chu Xi washed her face with tears day by day.This day, she was watering the flowers in the greenhouse, looking at a pot of camellia in a daze.Ninglu walked in, with an uneven look on her face. "Mother!" she shouted, and Chu Xi turned her head to look at her. "Your Majesty, have you heard?" Chu Xi heard that her tone was wrong, turned around to face her, and beckoned her to continue.Ning Lu hesitated for a second, and then said, "Mr. Qingping, Madam Wu trusts him so much, but he turns out to be such a person. There are private rumors in the palace that the concubine Mei is pregnant with Qingping's child, so the emperor took the He kicked him out of the palace." After hearing this, Chu Xi put down the flowers in his hands weakly.Seeing this situation, Ning Lu hurriedly came to help Chu Xi up.With her support, Chu Xi returned to the inner room and sat down in front of the dressing table.The person in Ling Xiao's mirror looked haggard again.He said that he didn't know what God thought, making her look so good, her voice so beautiful, her body dancing so gracefully, but her body was so weak.She was still ill that night, and he still thought she was pretty.That night, he took care of her so tenderly and thoughtfully.Is it all a lie?Could it be that the feeling of tacit understanding between the two of them when they danced lightly before was also fake?My heart hurts inch by inch.In the mirror, the eyebrows are tightly locked, and there is an unresolved sadness between the brows; the clean eyes are covered with tears, and they are about to drip.I feel pity for the face of pear blossoms with rain.What's the use of being so good-looking?The sound is so nice, what's the use?No matter how beautiful the dance is, what's the use?It can only wither slowly in this harem.She raised her hand to touch her cheek, and the person in the mirror brushed her cheek with her hand.Chu Xi was in a trance for a moment.With such a good-looking face, is she going to age day by day from now on?Is it really just the end of life?She bit her lips with her white teeth, and her soft lips were struggling, and they were a little redder.don't want.The pain of heartbreak and bone erosion all turned into resentment.Her eyes were filled with a desolate, desperate, and crazy bright light.That bright light is called hate.

Day by day, Yang Xian was still depressed.Eating is tasteless, and sleeping is tossing and turning.In the beginning, he was bored with everything.The sycamore tree in front of the court was too luxuriant, blocking the sun; the afternoon sun was too bright, it hurt the eyes; the food for dinner was too greasy to eat; the white jade bed at night was too cool, hindering sleep.Later, even the feeling of boredom was gone, and I was muddled all day long.Sometimes he sat in front of the case for a long time without turning a single page of the book in front of him; sometimes he forgot to drink a bowl of soup in front of him, and just stared in a daze; He sat down again, and often he was still there when it was dark.After the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather gradually heats up.The summer fruit is also becoming more and more abundant.But none of these seemed to have anything to do with Yang Xian, he was not interested in anything.

After waiting for a long time, Yang Xian still celebrated Lin Mei's pregnancy with singing, dancing and drinking.The emperor pretended to be happy, and the courtiers were full of congratulations on the surface, but their attitude in private was a bit ambiguous.One is not sure whether it is a man or a woman, and the rumors flowing out of the palace, after all, I don't know what's inside, so I can't be enthusiastic.Even Lin Mei's father Lin Chengxiang was not very happy.Whenever other courtiers raised their glasses to toast him, he felt guilty for a while.Everyone knows that he doesn't like to see this daughter.Now this daughter is pregnant-this is an embarrassing hot potato, but I have to pick it up.The etiquette is still there.Out of etiquette, everyone stood up and made a toast to the emperor.Yang Xian, who was sitting on the throne, looked at the wine cups raised by the courtiers. At that moment, the loneliness in his heart reached the extreme.They're happier than he is, he thought.They can do whatever they want when they go out of the palace, they can raise singers, they can go to the flower house to have sex with prostitutes, but he can't.They have wives, children and parents, but he only has himself.They say he rules the world.However, he has no home.This world is his world, but no one in this world loves him.They respect him, fear him, praise him, threaten him, curry favor with him, plot against him, but they don't love him.Sitting so high alone, how lonely and boring!But there is etiquette.

Due to etiquette, Lin Chengxiang went to the palace to visit Concubine Mei, and saw that her demeanor was much quieter and more stable, and her body seemed plump after maintenance.

"Father, long time no see!" As soon as Lin Mei said it, the intimacy that Lin Chengxiang had brewed for a long time disappeared without a trace.Still that mocking tone.

Lin Chengxiang was upset, and had to answer solemnly: "It's my negligence to let the empress worry about it. The empress is pregnant, just keep it safe and don't get pregnant."

Seeing her father's serious look, Lin Mei found it very interesting.Greg laughed.The smile is bright, and the autumn wave is gentle.Still those winking eyes.

Lin Chengxiang became more and more angry, secretly depressed, why did he raise such a daughter.Regarding the gossip and rumors that spread in the palace, he really didn't dare to conclude that it wasn't true.But he was ashamed to confirm it to her.

Lin Mei looked at his expression with great interest.She knows what he thinks.And very happy.After a while, she stopped laughing. "My lord father, can I send my mother here tomorrow?" Only this matter, she really asked him.

Lin Chengxiang was eager to get out as soon as possible.He fully agreed and left.

Lin Chengxiang went out of the palace depressed all the way.In fact, the emperor is more depressed than him.Finally, after a feast, Yang Xian fell ill.He just lost his appetite, he just got thinner and weaker, and then one day he just lay down and didn't want to move.In fact, he just felt lifeless.All the imperial doctors came and asked the emperor one by one, but they couldn't come to a conclusion.It is said that the pulse condition is normal, but no cause can be found out.After discussing with several imperial doctors, they prescribed a health-preserving prescription to the emperor, and the emperor ordered the imperial dining room to prepare it without mentioning it.