Flowing Years

Lan He looked at the blossoming Yuxiang Festival with a calm expression on his face.

The triennial Tuxiang Festival is organized in Yuxiang Village in the suburbs of Beijing.This Yuxiang Festival is not called Yuxiang Festival, but Baihua Festival, and this Zhuangzi is originally called Baihuazhuang.Winter is the time when the flowers are withering, but putting the Flower Festival in such a season, I have to say that it is the leisure and leisure of the people in Xiaxia.The climate in Yunxia is pleasant, and the weather is smooth all year round. The people in Yunxia are more comfortable than those in other countries.After the busy harvest in autumn and before the spring plowing in the coming year, the people in Yunxia are very leisurely.The Lord of Yuxia held such a three-year Hundred Flowers Festival, which can be said to have found something for the people to be busy with besides farm work, such as growing flowers.

Most of the flowers wither in winter. In order to keep the beautiful flowers, from the flower gardens facing south to the warm spring-like greenhouses in Baihuazhuang, the people of Yixia have racked their brains.During a Hundred Flowers Festival, the cold air came earlier than usual.In the cold wind, the carefully prepared flowers were blown miserably.I thought that the Hundred Flowers Festival would be particularly sparse that time, but the Lord of Yuxia found that Yuxiang was standing gracefully against the cold gazebo, and the bright red flower buds were restrained and elegant under the cover of broad leaves.The Lord of Yuxia liked such a noble flower very much, so he immediately changed the Hundred Flowers Festival into the Tuxiang Festival.The people in Yixia found that Yuxiang was easy to grow and beautiful, so they planted more.

This year is still warm, the weather is not cold, no tulips bloom in the tulip festival, only green broad leaves grow.The Ministry of Rituals had already ordered people to display the blooming flowers in the flower room, embellishing them among the green leaves, which is also very beautiful.And this season's fiery red maple trees make this Zhuangzi even more magnificent and enchanting.

The sun is warm in winter, and the cold wind is not as cold as the previous few days, but it is still a bit cool when it blows on the cheeks.In this village in the suburbs of Beijing, the wind is naturally stronger than in the city of Kyoto.Even so, it does not diminish the kindness of the Tulip Festival.In this Tuxiang Festival, flower appreciation is one of them, but art is more important.People with various talents will be selected from all over the place to participate in this grand event, and the royal family officials will appraise them on the sidelines.

Eunuch Cao beside Lan He had already noticed the emperor's distraction.

"Your Majesty," Eunuch Cao said, "the last one is General Bai's daughter."

Lan He collected himself, scanned around, and looked in the middle.

It was the first time for Bujing to attend the Tuxiang Festival, and he looked around carefully, including the emperor's distraction.It has to be said that the rich and comfortable Yixia, the life of the people should be more comfortable than that of other countries.However, born in sorrow, die in peace.When the war comes, whether these people can bear it.Just like these hard-to-retain flowers, when the cold wave comes, a few branches can be left behind.If there were no flowers, it would not be a pity.It will be even more desolate when all the flowers are gone.

Bu Jing looked at Ning'an Wang Qiyuan beside him, feeling a little helpless.Qiyuan probably realized that Emperor Mosang from Mosang to Yunxia was not the real Emperor Mosang, otherwise he would not have been so respectful.According to Qi Lie's temperament, he would not be kind to Qi Yuan.

Not surprised, he glanced at Emperor Yunxia, ​​who was also an emperor, but with such a big difference.There was no brother-in-law incident in the imperial family of Yunxia, ​​and the younger brothers of Emperor Yunxia were all very supportive of the emperor. It can be seen that although Lan He is incompetent, he is a good emperor in the eyes of his younger brothers.And although Qi Lie has hills and valleys in his chest, his flaws are too flawed to be repaid.From the perspective of a businessman, Bu Jing does not agree with Qi Lie's iron blood. Based on the idea that peace is the most important thing, there is no need to rectify the Qi Yuan in front of him.Bu Jing was sent out of the palace since he was a child, he never enjoyed family happiness, and he couldn't understand Qi Lie's hatred. He felt that the wrong things done by the senior had nothing to do with the younger generation.However, it was also relying on the care of his concubine and elder brother that he could avoid court battles and enjoy himself outside for so many years.Besides, most of the power in Bu Jing's hands is due to his elder brother's ability to grow. Bu Jing will not have any objections to what his brother asks him to do, but he just looks at Qi Yuan a little innocently.

"The tulips in full bloom are extremely beautiful." Bu Jing took a sip of his wine and said to Qi Yuan.

Qiyuan was a little confused when he heard this nonsensical sentence.The current Yuxiang only grows big green leaves and has not bloomed. He doesn't understand why the emperor said that Yuxiang is in full bloom.

"Stay a little longer, and you will see the tulips in full bloom." Don't be surprised.

Hearing this, Qiyuan slowly recalled it, and tentatively called out: "Second...Second brother?"

Nodding lightly without surprise.

Qiyuan finally had a smile on his face, as if his heart had fallen to the ground all of a sudden.He now knew that the emperor in front of him was not Mosang at all, but he could feel at ease for no reason.

At this time, amidst the sound of distant tapping music, a woman wearing a golden silk gauze came flying in. The apricot yellow high-waisted pleated skirt fluttered between the dance steps, and the golden gauze blouse was lightly bundled outside.Under the flaming maple tree, the woman is like a butterfly with golden wings flying, enchanting and light in the scattered leaves.

Qiyuan felt relaxed, seeing such a graceful dance, he became interested.He reached out and took out a sapphire light flute, put it to his lips, and watched the dancer play a song at will.

The sound of the flute is light and melodious, turning around the slender fingertips, and then drifting away from the light-colored lips; entangled in the graceful dancing posture, and whirling among the leisurely fallen leaves; lingering in the heart, and fluttering in the nine heavens...

Bu Jing glanced at Qi Yuan's peaceful and smiling face, and his mood improved a bit.Such a clean young man should play the piano and enjoy the flowers like this, without being stained with dust.Bu Jing was surprised at first, but his father's favorite is this son, but he only grants the king the land, and gives the title of emperor to Qi Lie.Thinking about it now, the father gave his son his favorite and the most suitable one.Qiyuan only loves Fengyue and is not good at strategizing, so he becomes the king of idleness.He is good at strategy and can spend more than ten years managing his own strategy, so he became Emperor Mosang.Thinking of this, don't be surprised to think of that strong and unruly figure.He was born to gallop on the battlefield.Don't be surprised and smile lightly.

Bai Fuqu raised her foot backwards, and the hem of her skirt flew up in a graceful arc, her black hair fluttered in the air, and her unconcealed eyebrows were full of joy.This dance was originally set off by a jade chime with a clear sound quality, but Fu Que always felt that it lost a little bit of distant enchantment.Qiyuan's melodious flute sound just made up for this deficiency, and there was a bit of tenderness quietly flowing in the smart dance steps, and there was a trace of nostalgia in the lightness and joy.

Lan He looked at the dancing woman, and remembered the figure that remained in his heart.That year, she was also so graceful and graceful, and she was also so fresh and agile.Although wearing a veil, Lan He could feel her joy, the joy in her gestures, and the joy in her eyes.From then on, this figure fell into the bottom of Lan He's heart.

At that time, Lan He thought she was training for the Yuxiang Festival, and specially prepared a gift for her to be presented at the Yuxiang Festival.However, before the gift was made, he heard the request for the man's engagement.Lan He found her and asked her if she was willing, even if there was a little bit of dissatisfaction, he would be willing to ask his father.But her answer made Lan He feel cold all of a sudden.At that Tuxiang Festival, there was no reason for her to dance.The gift prepared by Lan He has been kept there, but has not been able to be given away.

Lan He turned his face sideways and whispered to Eunuch Cao, and Eunuch Cao took the order to leave.

The winner of the Yuxiang Festival this time is naturally the white lotus flower, with the beauty of the country, the dance of the astonishing, and the voice of the sky, it is a must.

Lan He caressed the golden brocade robe with his fingers, and under his fingers were the deep and shallow lotus patterns, which were complicated but quiet.If he could give it away back then, Lan He could imagine the joy at that moment, but now that he is about to give it away, he is just relieved.In this way, we can let go, Lan He thought.

Bai Fuqu came slowly from a distance, the golden veil fluttered in the wind, and her black hair scattered lightly.The strong wind blows, and the fiery red maple leaves are flying in the sky behind.Lan He looked at the similar figure, accepting the reward under the steps, feeling a little dazed, and slowly stood up.

Bai Fuqu looked at the aloof emperor and approached her step by step, she couldn't help shaking hands again and again.

"You dance very well." Lan He said looking at the blurred face under the veil.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Bai Fuqu smiled slightly, the corners of her eyes slightly raised, and her clear eyes were dyed with the warm golden color of winter.

Lan He's eyes traced her eyes, the tip of her nose, the corners of her lips, and finally looked at her through the tulle.Like, but not like.She never had such a smile in front of her.She would only lower her eyes respectfully and speak peacefully, as if she was just a pool of clear water.Lan He thought this was her, quiet and elegant, but later found that she could laugh in front of another person.

Bai Fuqu looked at Lan He, looked at his distant gaze through her veil.Bai Fuqu lowered her eyes, looking at the golden brocade robe in Lan He's hands, the lotus patterns on it pierced her eyes.

Lan He withdrew his gaze, and put the brocade robe on Bai Fuqu's shoulders: "Your mother has caught a cold, it's time for your mother to worry."

Bai Fuqu's heart that was so fluttering just now fell back, and she said softly: "Thank you... Your Majesty." The brocade robe has been stained with a faint ambergris, how long will it take to get his smell, and how long will it take to dissipate? To his taste?

Lan He looked at the brocade robe, and his heart sank a little. He looked at Bai Fuqu who looked down in front of him, and then asked, "What kind of dance is this?"

Bai Fuqu raised her head, looked at Lan He and said, "Return to the Emperor, this dance is called Biyi."

"Biyi..." Lan He pondered, this is the dance of the legendary woman expressing her love.That being the case, she must not dance at the Tuxiang Festival, because he never appeared at the Tuxiang Festival.

"Yes, wing dance," Bai Fuqu looked at Lan He and said, "If you want to fly together, I hope that you will never give up in this life."

Lan He looked towards the sky and smiled faintly.

Bai Fuqu looked at the emperor's gentle smile, and tightened her fingers on the edge of the brocade robe.

Lan He turned around and stepped up the steps step by step.It turns out that it's not that you have no desires, but that I don't know.Fortunately, I have never hurt what you asked for.