King's man

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Manager Wang sat on the boat and kept watch all night.When the dawn of the next day was approaching, and the dawn of the first day was looming, he got up, and changed his clothes for the emperor as usual.But, unusually, the emperor did not respond.

On August 21th after the Mid-Autumn Festival in the fifth year of Xihe, Emperor Xihe did not have an early dynasty.On the evening of the same day, it began to rain continuously, and it continued to rain for [-] days.

When it rains, even Qiuping is rarely at leisure.In private, I am full of joy and good spirits.These days, she watched the emperor accompany Young Master Qingping every day, and she had to wait on him, but seeing him often, she felt that he was considerate and easy-going, handsome and easy-going, so favored, he had no temper at all.She saw that the young master taught the emperor the libretto of "The Peony Pavilion", and also taught Jin Yi and Jin Yu two golden brocades, so even she secretly learned a few words; she followed the young master to identify the various chrysanthemums in the Hall of Xiuxin , Sunrise Sea and Sky, Taizhen Smiling, Phoenix Zhenyu, Luyun, Yongquan, Shizhang Hanging Curtain, Two-color Phoenix, Treading Snow to Find Plum, West Lake Liuyue and other precious varieties, the names are quite elegant, and Qiuping is not interested , I can see that the young master is so serious, his blue silk silk brocade suit is really beautiful, he looks so elegant and elegant; I also saw that the young master draws a few pictures of ladies in his free time.The young master's expression is so focused when he paints, he thinks quietly before writing, and gently strokes the tissue paper with his hands, as gentle as treating a beloved thing, and he smiles brightly when he waits, he is already confident.At that time, I secretly wanted to ask the young master to draw a picture for myself.

It's still raining and it's getting cooler.Qiuping almost hoped that the rain would not stop, just like the raindrops on the parasol tree, like a dripping glass.a little.drop.a little.drop.to eternity.

When she woke up one day, Qiuping saw that the window was very bright. The bright sunlight leaked obliquely through the Qianying window screen, and left the shadow of the sycamore tree in front of the window on the bedding. The long-lost sunshine warmed her heart. There is a sense of loss in the warmth, a little lazy when I get up to wash up, and a little melancholy when I go to serve in front of the palace.When she saw Qingping smiling at her, the bright smile reflecting the bright sunshine, she herself smiled happily, and in her smiling eyes, she saw a bird stretching its snow-white wings from the blue sky. Swipe down.Today's son is extraordinarily gentle.

The young master accompanied the emperor to take a walk in the imperial garden, will the emperor take him to Wuxiu Mountain?Probably not, that is the forbidden area of ​​the imperial palace, and only the emperors of past dynasties are eligible to enter.Wuxiu Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mists all the year round. Standing on the top of the tower, it is so close that you can’t see its face clearly. It is said that the aura in the mountain is overflowing, like a fairyland.A person as beautiful and elegant as the young master is worthy of that place.Qiuping and Chunwei were cleaning things with whisks in the hall, and couldn't help but think about it.

"Sister, a few days ago, you said that you sent some things to your home, and you have news from home, right?" Chunwei chatted casually with Qiuping while doing the work at hand.

"There was a drought this year, the harvest at home was not good, and there was not much left after paying taxes. I don't want to save some and send them back. They can't support it."

"That year was also plagued by locusts, the fields were green and yellow, and my parents had no choice but to let me enter the palace. I don't blame them, but I haven't heard from them for so many years." Chun Wei rarely talked about her own affairs, and in her hands The work has not stopped, "but I'm used to it."

The person who said it was not so good, and the person who listened wanted to comfort her, but when he raised his head, he saw a few rays of sunlight leaking from the window pane, and countless fine dust drifted up and down in the sunlight, and suddenly felt that their lives were like this. It is as light as dust, floating up and down, after all, unable to escape from within a square inch, and finally falls to the ground, completely silent.Thinking about it this way, I felt that even the few rays of sunlight seemed thin and had no warmth at all.Qiuping just stood in front of the window for a while, when a gust of wind blew in through the window, she suddenly felt chilly all over her body in the light robe.In the end, I just said, "Sister, you look at the sun so well, but it's getting cold, you can start preparing winter clothes."

Chun Wei also felt desolate in his heart, speechless for a while, and felt that the silence was even more unbearable.He wanted to speak to break it, but he was afraid that opening his mouth would also be sad, so instead he deliberately said in a relaxed manner, "Did you see Concubine Mei yesterday, her flowers are so beautiful! Her eyes are so charming, but now I put a The crescent-like crescent-shaped red flower tints are more and more charming."

"That's right, she loves to dress up the most in the palace, but I'm envious of her slender waist, she walks gracefully. If she were in Chu Palace, she would definitely be favored. It's a pity that our king didn't even look at her more."

"En. The same goes for the imperial concubine, with her beautiful appearance, even if she has a more indulgent temperament, people will think she is outstanding. How can such a beautiful person have the heart to put it aside? It's rare that she doesn't seem to care about it, and she can live well guarding Meixue Palace Wanton."

"When you mentioned the imperial concubine, I remembered that Mr. Qingping asked me about her some time ago," Qiuping said, and couldn't help laughing, sweeping away the desolation of the eve, but the smile was so sweet "He Ask me who is in the palace with those amazingly beautiful blue eyes. At that time, I wanted to laugh."

"Her eyes are the most memorable. No wonder Mr. Qingping mentioned it."

The two chatted and laughed, and it was already noon in a blink of an eye.The emperor and the son should pass meals in the imperial garden.Qiuping smiled, but still went to work without mentioning it.

What surprised Qiuping the most was that the young master came to look for her in the evening.The bright yellow silk smock came with the autumn wind, and it was like spring. Even the color of the clothes was not the withered yellow of autumn leaves, but the light yellow of spring willows. It was a joy to look at.The young master put the food box he brought on the table, and softly said, "The newly made pastries are good, I brought you some." The young master was so tired from traveling with the emperor to the back mountain, and he still thought of himself, Qiu The screen was a little moved.Such a son, people are willing to do anything for him.

"Young master, I was about to tell you what you entrusted to me last time!"

"It's so good, let's go over there and talk." He came here just for this.On the day of Mid-Autumn Festival when his younger brother entered the palace, he had mentioned Murong Su's invitation to him, and he also wanted to go to the appointment, but on second thought, it would be better to find a chance to meet Concubine Yu first.

It was dark.But the night is clear and bright, with only a crescent moon hanging on the horizon, connected with the stars, which makes the sky and earth vast and everything safe.Looking at the quiet night sky, Qiuping felt that everything was just right, the sky was open, the night was quiet, and the young master was by his side.She walked behind the young master's left, and the two of them didn't feel Yunyin Lake.The surface of the lake is like a large grassland in the dark night, which makes people want to lie on it. "You're tired!" Qingping said, then took her handkerchief and put it on the lawn by the lake, motioning for Qiuping to sit down.

"I asked Yingxiu, and she said that Concubine Yu was late in dressing up in the morning and had to take a nap at noon, and she rarely went out during the rest of the time, except to go to the Empress Dowager's place to pay her respects, and she was only in Yueying Palace all day long, if she wanted to meet her elsewhere Difficult." Yingxiu is the personal maid brought by Concubine Yu from home.

"If that's the case, I really don't know what to do." Qingping pondered, and it seemed that she had to think of another way.

Seeing that he was deep in thought, Qiuping felt quite embarrassed, and frowned slightly, and couldn't help but want to soothe him.It's good for the young master to smile happily, like a peach blossom in ten miles. "Young master, don't be embarrassed, let's think of another way, otherwise I can bring you in."

"No, if there is an accident, you are also in danger. I will not implicate you!" Qingping turned her head to look at him intently at this time, her eyes were deep but gentle.Looking at that look, Qiuping felt that she was melted like snowflakes falling into the water. Why is there reluctance for him?The young master looked away and looked at the calm lake. "I am very happy to see you in the palace, but sometimes I would rather you not be here."

"Why did you say that, son?"

"During these years in the palace, have you ever thought about leaving?"

"Where can I go if I leave? This year my hometown encountered a drought, and I couldn't get enough to eat. Many children had to be sold. I am here, and I can help the family."

Qingping felt stunned. "But you are still so beautiful and young, you shouldn't have buried your whole life here."

Qiuping didn't understand at first, but when he realized the son's deep meaning, he couldn't speak.It so happened that a breeze blew by at this time, and it seemed that the wind was blinding the eyes and it was foggy.I didn't notice when a strand of blue hair fell off, and I didn't feel itchy when I stroked my cheek.In the mist, he saw that Young Master Qingping stretched out his hand and lightly pulled up the strand of hair and brushed it behind her ear.So careful, so gentle.She suddenly felt her ears were hot and her cheeks were flushed.She turned her head away shyly.In a blink of an eye, he felt that this seemed to have disregarded the young master's kindness, as if he had treated her lightly, so he turned around again.Seeing that Qingping was still looking at her with a smile on her face, her eyes were tender, her expression was bright and her heart was swaying, and she showed no signs of hesitation. generally.Qingping found it interesting just looking at it, with a kind of sweetness that permeated people's hearts.

"Your eyes are so beautiful, even if you don't smile, you always seem to be smiling, very cute."

"Young Master's eyes are more beautiful. Like this Yunyin Lake, it can be rippling, and it can cover a vast expanse of green."

"It turns out that Qiuping is not only smart, but also full of talent!" Qiuping didn't hear what the young master said, but saw his smile getting brighter, as gorgeous as the haze of nine days, and as bright as a burning lotus.And all these contrast and complement each other in the night by the lake.The wind was blowing again, and it was slightly cool, making her slightly awake.She closed her eyes in the wind, wanting to keep this feeling for a moment longer.The sweet lips parted slightly, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly.In Qingping's view, it was a kind of silent emotion.He leaned over slowly, gently covering her lips.Like the begonias that are in full bloom in the drizzle, and the plum blossoms that are looking for Ling Han in the snow, there is no need to cover up or explain.

That night Qiuping tossed and turned sleeplessly.After all, she is just a maid in the palace, and in the palace, she is just like dew grass in front of the palace, why does the young master care about her feelings, her life and death.The young master cared about her, she knew it, and was very grateful.The appearance of the son ignited her enthusiasm for life that would eventually be wiped out in the repetitive work day after day, and also made her feel the yearning for emotional intoxication like an ordinary woman.The son gave her a miracle, making her grow buds and bloom like a grass.She knew it shouldn't be, but she also knew it was true.

Back in the Hall of Cultivating Heart, Qingping felt a little remorseful, thinking that she was too abrupt and should not have done so.But that girl is so cute, he really wanted to take care of her, but he couldn't.Then I felt that the Hall of Cultivating the Heart was a bit bleak.Thinking about Concubine Yu again for a while, I feel confused.There is such a beauty in this palace, he doesn't know how to cherish it, it must be a novelty to himself for a while.One day, he, Qingping, will be cast with a spell like this palace, graying like all the maids, withering like all the autumn trees, growing old and decaying together with everything in this palace.He casually threw away the pens on the case, and crumpled up all the paintings he had made together with the unused paper and threw them into the wastebasket.What's the use of these!He couldn't help feeling angry.The candle flame was dancing too happily, he took the scissors and cut off the wick.The unintentional flame struggled a few times in the darkness, and was finally extinguished unwillingly. He smelled a whiff of resentment.

There is a pot of hosta flowers on the window sill, and the white petals have a little light in the night.It seems that there are wisps of fragrance lingering in the darkness, flowing away through the window screen.Even without the warmth of the hair, and being abandoned by the fairy, it still blooms and fragrances on its own.If it is destined to only stay in the palace, or these flowers can still be accompanied.But I remembered the glimpsed figure among the blue flowers in the imperial garden. That person was like that kind of flower, with mysterious beauty and unidentified yearning.What kind of flower is that, so far I don't know, and I don't even know anything about that person.I've only seen it twice in total. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, I took a quick look and almost sang the wrong words. I didn't dare to be distracted until the end.That person is always in the shadow of the flowers, separated by a curtain, unable to get close.

Lying on the bed, Qingping was still unable to sleep.But there is no way to see them.Wanting to see Yu Wanying, he suddenly thought that if he borrowed Murong Su's token, he might be able to knock on that closed door.Thinking this way, he ordered Sixi to go to Tanqing Garden the next day, and Tuo Jikuan said to Murong Su in this way, "I will meet you again only after seeing the son's token."Whether Murong Su gave him the token or not is still unknown.