King's man

Director Wang, who had been waiting outside the palace gate, died of a sudden death.These days, how could he not see the happiness that the emperor has never had.The emperor was happy, he was more pleased than anyone else.He didn't want it all to end so early.The two people in the hall have pushed the game to a dead end step by step.When he heard the emperor say lightly, "Then you will replace her, would you like to?" He knew what kind of turbulent waves were behind the emperor's superficial understatement.He knew that as long as the young master said a word, he would be fine.So I can't help worrying for the young master: young master, young master, you should be soft!When he heard the young master reply "If it's what you wish, I will." He couldn't stand anymore.Wang Quan entered the hall privately without being summoned, "Your Majesty, it's time for lunch!"

Wang Quan didn't know that when he came in, the emperor's heart had softened.When Yang Xian saw Qingping looking at him with such eyes, it reminded him of the Mid-Autumn Festival scene. It was Yu Ji's eyes looking at Xiang Yu when she was about to draw her sword. It was the eyes of farewell.Suddenly I couldn't bear it.Even if the next moment he even wondered if the person kneeling on the ground in front of him was acting against him, but even so, he still couldn't bear it.Fortunately, the prince is here, so timely.He took advantage of the situation and said: "Grandpa Wang, you came just in time, let me lock him into the inner palace!" After finishing speaking, he turned around the screen and entered the cabinet, not giving Wang Quan a chance to speak.Wang Quan stood alone, watching Qingping knelt still, never getting up.He finally came to his senses and helped Qingping up, "Master, I don't know the emperor's temper yet. He has a stubborn personality but is the softest in heart. Don't worry, sir, you will be fine in a few days!" Ping was sent to the inner palace.Naturally, all the bedding and utensils were prepared for Qingping, and she also specially took care of the warden.

Rumors swirled in the palace early the next morning.Wang Quan was still wondering, since he had told the people in the Hall of Cultivation of Mind, who spread the word.Of course he didn't know.The emperor knew about this, and he owed it all to Concubine Mei.At this time, she was lying comfortably on the brocade embroidered bed, smelling the indistinct fragrance of Long Yan in her breath, with a pair of jade arms outside the quilt, she didn't feel cold at all, and her red nails with verdant fingers were on the soft brocade. You feel glamorous when you are on the top.Hong Yin and Lu Ying, one on the left and one on the right, were kneading her shoulders.The warm sunshine in the afternoon also satisfied her. "Your Majesty, I have to freshen up at night, maybe the emperor is coming!" It was Lu Ying who spoke.Lin Mei opened the curtain with long eyelashes, and rolled her shiny eyes half a circle, "No, he won't come." As she spoke, she turned over and smiled charmingly, "I'm happy today, let's ignore him! "Hong Yin and Lu Ying stopped their hands and continued to wait beside them.

Lin Mei put her right arm under her head, and her left hand caressed a strand of long hair intentionally or unintentionally.The smile on the corner of the mouth seemed to be frozen into a painting, and it has not disappeared for a long time. "What do you say that Qingping is doing now?" That strand of long hair was twisted and twisted by her, and it would slip from her fingers a few times, but it was tangled and entangled by the pointy and long ten-fingered Dan Kou. Staying, playing hard to get, like leaving but returning, no matter what, she can't escape her palm.

"He must be depressed to death, it should be the first time in his life to be imprisoned!" Hong Yin replied, turned around and stretched out his hand to pick up a grape and put it into Lin Mei's red lips.She bit it lightly, and the sweet juice flowed between her lips and teeth, and slowly entered her throat. It was cool and moist, and a layer of pleasure appeared in her eyes. "Why don't you let the maidservant take a look on your mother's behalf?" Seeing that Concubine Mei was in a good mood, Lu Ying also became interested in playing.After Lin Mei heard this, she giggled a few times, "That's a good idea. I'm going to see our overwhelmed young master Qingping, and see if he can overthrow the iron-walled prison of Zhongping!" Before finishing speaking, she sat up Come, Hong Yin helped her get up, and Lu Ying turned to get her clothes.

"Bring that red brocade robe sprinkled with flowers!" Lu Ying responded.Hong Yin next to him continued: "Your Majesty seldom wears this dress. I remember that when she was preparing to enter the palace, she chose the fabric and made people do it in a pattern she imagined."

"Yes!" Hearing these words, Lin Mei couldn't help but fell into memories.She was wearing this dress when she entered the palace.When she put on the clothes that day, even Hong Yin and Lu Ying, who had always served her side, were stunned: bright red flowers trembled in the wind on the clothes, fresh as if they had just bloomed, and the pearls were like flowers. Heart, tassels are the fetters of flowers, streamers are the traces of the last dance of flying flowers; when she walks, she hangs and hangs, elegant and elegant, with black silk stroking her neck and dingdong, rings and waists, the whole dress Be worn alive by her.So charming!So beautiful!

When Lin Mei was doing her makeup in front of the mirror, Qiuping was crying in front of the mirror.She thought, it was I who harmed the young master, and I also harmed myself.The young master is in jail, so it should be my fault. Such a bright and clean young master must hate me very much for staying in a dark and damp prison!No, the young master will not blame me, such a gentle and elegant young master will definitely not blame others.It's just that he doesn't complain, and I suffer even more.It must have spread outside, voices everywhere.She is a bad woman, she is the one who harmed the son!She misbehaved and violated the palace rules, yet she was still sitting properly!It was the young master who took the crime for her, and the emperor wanted to punish her!She deserves to be punished, how could He De want the young master to do this for her!She is a bad woman!Misconduct!Misconduct!It was she who killed the son!I hurt my son!Son!Son!Ah, son, it was I who harmed you!It's all my fault, so what face is there to live in this world?She was in a mess in her heart and forgot to wipe away her tears, saying "I'm going to clarify with the emperor" and walked out like a breeze.The main hall of the Hall of Cultivating Mind is closed.The emperor can't avoid people.Going to see the young master, she turned back to the direction of the inner palace, walking in a daze all the way, without looking at the road, bumped into someone unexpectedly, a pair of green embroidered shoes with a pompom of acacia in the toe.Looking up, she saw Luying's delicate and indifferent face, and the ostentatious concubine Mei in a red dress beside her. "Damn the maidservant, she ran into the empress!"

"Hey, isn't this Qiuping? Why are you crying like this? Qingping bullied you, and I have let the emperor make decisions for you! Qingping is also in prison, and your grievances have been settled, so don't worry about it." " Lin Mei spoke kindly, but every sentence was extremely harsh to Qiuping's ears. Every sentence was like a needle hidden in the cotton, and a sword wrapped in honey, especially the last sentence, which pointed directly at the heart, and it immediately turned into "" Why do you still have the nerve to live!" Qiu Ping silently waited for Lin Mei to sway away.She suddenly lost all her courage, and she had no strength to follow the road leading to the son.Turning her back, drying her tears, lifting her heavy feet, and walking away aimlessly with her light body.

Lin Mei went straight to the inner palace, she walked down the steps step by step, seemingly carelessly, but carefully planned, and walked to the outside of Qingping's cell step by step, calmly and restrained, but still light and flying.The room was very quiet, and the dust that had been silent for a long time was brought up by her, forming a misty cloud of smoke behind her.Qingping was looking up at her.His face was surprisingly calm, still as handsome as a crown jade, so out of place with this gloomy prison cell.Lin Mei was a little disappointed.But she smiled bewitchingly.In order to look at Qingping who was sitting by the wall, she even soiled her clothes and condescended to squat down, "It's really aggrieved to let the young master live in such a cold and dirty place! Thanks to the emperor who doted on you so much in the past, he is willing to do so!" See Qingping She kept silent and ignored her, and she didn't care, "Seeing the young master like this, don't talk about others, even if I see it, I can't bear it!" sighed in a melodious tone, "Just now that girl Qiuping also came, I see She lost her mind and her eyes were so dazed that she didn't even look at the road, so she wouldn't even know if she accidentally fell into the well!" She said so, her eyes just looking at Qingping, and when she saw his brows slightly wrinkled, her lips seemed to twitch. flower.Jade hands flicked her belt and stood up. "Young master, don't worry, I'll go back and persuade the emperor, he will change his mind!" She smiled softly and said these words in a soft voice, then turned around like the wind returning to the snow.Fly away.She would never have thought that one of her unintentional words would become a prophecy.

Qiuping died.She walked lightly like stepping on the clouds, and when she looked up, she saw Yunyin Lake.She accidentally went to the place where the son brought her that night.The grass on the young master's side of the handkerchief is still there, and it has withered and yellowed.right there.She used to sit there.The son used to sit beside her.She sat up again, feeling dry and cold.She saw a little blood stain on the back of her hand, which was bright red like a rouge mole, and also like a burning flame, which was extremely scorching.sore eyes.She took out her handkerchief to wipe off the mark.A pure white silk handkerchief with two blue butterflies embroidered on it.It belongs to the son.Later, she washed it and thought about returning it to the young master.She looked at Si Pa obsessively, and forgot about the blood stains.The silk handkerchief fluttered in the wind, and the two blue butterflies flapped their wings as if they were alive, as if they were about to fly out of the handkerchief and dance towards the blue sky.On the other side of the blue sky is Ying County.The streets there are really lively. There are paper-cuts, such as Shuanglong Xizhu and Fengqi peony; there are clay figurines, there are little girls with two braids and a dimple embedded in the left cheek, and there are chubby people with friendly smiles. The aunt, the most vivid thing is pinching himself, the clay figurine also bent his head and focused on pinching the clay with his iconic movements, what is interesting is that the mole on the wing of his nose is also there, as if it moves with breathing; a five-six The [-]-year-old boy looked up at a middle-aged man drawing a sugar figure. The man drew a rabbit and handed it to him. There was an innocent smile on his face. This smile even revealed a missing tooth on the left side, but it was even more so. She thought it was cute; there was a seller of red string flowers in front of her, and she looked around, red, pink, blue, and white, very beautiful; the beautiful young lady went into a cloth shop, and she was looking forward to the silk dress she was wearing. The skirt is so beautiful! She seemed to smell the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, which was as fragrant as the one her mother baked.It's so warm in Mother's arms... She watched the sun go down little by little, and the cold air penetrated through her clothes layer by layer and hit her heart.Maybe the sun is warm too, she stood up and walked towards the setting sun.She walked towards the center of the lake step by step, and her legs felt extremely heavy every step she took. The water had an infinite fetter on her, always holding her back and preventing her from leaving.When the last rays of the sun disappeared, the shadow of the young master standing by the door in the light and shadow of that day was frozen in her mind. She wanted to call him, wanted to hug him, and thought so.She was terrified then, afraid that she would never see him again.It was a premonition.In fact, she and the young master never had anything.Unfortunately, not even a hug.

Until the next morning, a eunuch saw Qiuping by the lake, thinking that she had fallen asleep here, and her clothes were slightly wrinkled, which was really inappropriate.After calling her a few times but nothing happened, the eunuch bent over to shake her arm, but the outstretched hand froze instantly, so cold.He was so frightened that he turned around and ran, ran to the Hall of Cultivating Heart in one breath, and told Director Wang about the matter out of breath.When Wang Quan hurried over to see it with his people, they saw the figure of the empress walking in the morning on the road. "Boss Wang is in such a hurry early in the morning, what is the matter?" Wang Quanjian asked, and hastily saluted, "The servant rudely ran into the empress, and the servant heard that someone died by the Yunyin Lake, but it was Qiuping from the Hall of Cultivating Heart , I'm going to take a look!" The queen nodded silently after listening, she also heard about Qingping yesterday. "That being the case, I'll go with you!"

When the queen brought everyone there, she saw Qiuping lying by the lake, the morning glow reflected on half of her face, as if she had just put on makeup in the morning.In her left hand, she still held the silk handkerchief tightly, and the two blue butterflies embroidered on the silk handkerchief seemed to have folded their wings, lying quietly on the lawn.

"Empress, what do you think we should do?" This kind of thing rarely happened when she was in charge of the harem.Only two years ago, there was a palace maid from Yueyingyuan, who later went to Meixiayuan, and was punished by Lin Mei for violating the palace rules, but she didn't need to intervene.Although the harem has been very peaceful in the past few years, she still thinks of herself sometimes and doesn't know how it will end.In fact, I was thinking too much, once I entered the palace, what can I do, even if she is the queen, she can't. "Let's deal with it according to the palace rules!" She turned and left.Chen Huilan was originally a bit graceful and plump, but the rising sun made her shadow very long, which turned out to be very thin.

"My lord risked his life to save it, but he couldn't save it. What a pity, such a smart girl!" Wang Quan sighed in his heart.Wrap Qiuping in a mat and take it away.

After all, this incident caused a storm in the harem that had been quiet for so long.Even Yu Wanying, who usually doesn't care about everything, praised Qiuping's courage.Only the emperor stayed behind closed doors and did not go to court. Wang Quan went in and reported Qiuping's matter, but he didn't respond at all.Director Wang couldn't help sighing again, and turned to look at Qingping.

When Director Wang appeared, Qingping was painting, and he was best at drawing pictures of ladies, but this time it was Qiuping who was not someone else.In front of the Hall of Cultivating Heart, Qiuping was sitting on the steps, looking at the bright sunshine and smiling warmly. Her crescent eyes and white-toothed smile were so vivid and fresh.When Wang Quan saw the painting, he felt embarrassed.He couldn't bear it. "Young master, let's eat something!" he said.

Qingping raised her head and saw a hint of worry hidden between his brows. "Your Majesty, is he okay?" "The Emperor has not been in court for the past two days, and has kept himself locked in the Hall of Cultivating Mind. Don't blame him, Young Master, he is also sad." Qing Ping was silent for a moment. "Boss Wang, I have to trouble you with one more thing!" Wang Quan set out a meal for him. "Sir, please tell me." Qingping handed him the finished painting, "Give this to Miss Qiuping for me." Wang Quan didn't reach out to pick it up, his hand was trembling slightly.Throat tight, barely able to speak. "Director Wang?" Seeing his strange expression, Qingping called again tentatively.Wang Quan reluctantly said, "My lord, I'm afraid I can't do it." "What's going on?" Qingping asked anxiously, feeling flustered. "Qiuping is dead."

Qiuping died.When Qing Ping heard this sentence, it was difficult for her to understand its meaning.Qiuping is dead?autumn screen.He stood there in a daze, his raised hand froze in mid-air, the painting fell from his hand and withered to the ground.Wang Quan bent down and picked up the scroll of painting, put it away, took out a silk handkerchief from his belt, and handed it to Qingping. "This handkerchief was the last one she held in her hand." Wang Quan watched as Qingping took the things slowly, walked back to the wall, and sat down slowly, her eyes were blank, as if she hadn't seen anything .He really wanted to say something to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.After a long time, Qingping finally saw the silk handkerchief in his hand, isn't it his?He understood all at once.For a moment, I couldn't suppress the sadness in my heart, and the tears welled up and couldn't be stopped. "Director Wang, how did she die?" "Yunyin Lake." It was there.Qingping thought.He sat there with her that night.She likes him.It was he who killed her.Crescent-shaped eyes.no more.she is crying.He didn't know why she was crying.And he's gone.He didn't even know. "Young master, let's eat something!" Wang Quan persuaded. "I'm sorry, Manager Wang, please come back!" Qingping was still sitting like that, Wang Quan left the food there, and walked out by himself.

In Meixue Palace, an independent corner that seems to be detached from the harem, the noble concubine Du Jinghong is restless.Just now Lanling asked her why Qiuping threw herself into the lake.She couldn't answer.Because of Qiuping's incident, she was really sad for a while.Su Xi lamented her daughter's poor life, being born as a daughter is already a misfortune, let alone come to this palace again, a good-looking person just disappeared like a falling autumn leaf.If you push others and yourself, what will happen in the future? If you are still good, what will happen to Lan Ling!She looked at the girl on the swing in the courtyard, her black hair fluttering along with the swing, the afternoon sun shone warmly between her eyebrows and eyes, she was very pretty.She still doesn't understand many things, and the sadness is just for a while, and she can be so relaxed afterwards.This makes people more worried and distressed.She finally couldn't sit still anymore, got up and went out. "Where is sister going?" Lan Ling asked when she saw her. "Walk casually." "I want to be with my sister!" The girl jumped off the swing smartly and ran over briskly.The two went out hand in hand.

Du Jinghong's thoughts were racing, but Lan Ling kept talking in her ear. "Sister, it's getting cold, and the plum blossoms in our yard are about to bloom!" "Well, it will be soon." "Sister, did you hear anything?" "Yes?" "Sister, listen! It seems that someone is singing." Lan Ling shook her arm, she had to put aside her thoughts temporarily, when she stopped to listen, there was indeed a faint singing sound, but the sound was too far away to be heard clearly. "It seems to be coming from that direction, sister, let's go over and have a look!" Before finishing speaking, he pulled Du Jinghong forward.The closer the sound came, the more sad the singing sound became.The lyrics are still undecided, but only the voice has a penetrating power like a sharp sword, as cold as the cold wind of three or nine days, directly hitting people's hearts.It hit her still sad and disturbed mood.As I continued to walk, I heard the words in the ups and downs of the tone:

The frost is heavy and the night is thin, and the waist is thin, who is the autumn wind?

The snow is cold and the thousand mountain roads turn into ice. Has your heart ever complained about the cold winter?

Spring comes every year, and the flowers are still there, where can I find them at the end of the world!

No lover sings in prison, only wishing not to comfort Xiangming!

This is the end of the song.Du Jinghong thought that the singing came from the direction of the inner palace, it should be Qingping singing.I don't want this person to be so caring and careful.Listen carefully again, only to hear him sing again:

Delicate flowers are merciless according to water, flowers are bright and water is cold.

Yujie is pure and innocent, and she should be smiling at the spring breeze.

Who swipes a penny to rob the spring, and the lone shadow of Qian's body just drifts away.

The water carries the soul of the flower away, no one pities it and no one accepts it.

The water of Yuhu Lake is deep and sad, and the sky is full of clouds and the moon is unclear.

The frost is heavy and the night is thin, and the waist is thin, who is the autumn wind?

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Du Jinghong nodded and said nothing, but her heart was moved.It turned out that the two of them were innocent. Everyone said that Qingping was frivolous, but it was not necessarily true.Now it seems that he is just like us.The people in the prison sang this song repeatedly, feeling very sad.People listening outside stopped and listened for a long time, before sighing. "Let's go" After a long time, Du Jinghong said, turned and left with Lan Ling.