Prison Dragon

The night is still young.

The whole palace is immersed in the radiance, singing and dancing.

This is the first new year after the new emperor ascended the throne, and the snow is still flying.

"This is a good omen." A white-haired minister in the audience said, "Auspicious snow heralds a good year."

The emperor laughed out loud, his laughter sounded like thunder, and the palace was buzzing. I knew this was all the kung fu he practiced during the battle, and many civil servants in the palace were shocked by him.

I lowered my head to hide my smile.

The emperor looked up at his courtiers and said with great ambition, "I remember that the number one scholar in this year's scientific examination is a well-known Luoyang talent. I don't know if I am lucky enough to have a poem written by Boyu."

The young man named Boyu stepped forward quickly, wearing a purple gauze jacket and wearing a jade badge on his waist. "Your Majesty will rule the world and calm down the troubled times, and I will sing the praises of you."

Hearing the words, the emperor pointed to the layers of magnificent palaces and said: "Since that's the case, Qing will write about this wonderful river and mountain for me."

Cheng Boyu was meditating, and the little maids around me hid their admiring gazes, but after a few breaths, he blurted out a gorgeous poem, which aroused the amazement of all the officials.

"Okay!" The emperor clapped his hands and applauded, "As expected of a well-known talent in the world, reward!"

There was a staggering array of cups and cups in the main hall. Standing on the imperial steps and looking down, the courtiers dressed in Chinese clothes looked like ants lining up an office, and the elites from all over the world gathered together.

What a new look.

I helped His Majesty fill up the wine. Although it was cold in winter, the hall was as warm as spring. The steam from people's bodies and the burning cigarettes made people intoxicated.

In the sound of silk and bamboo, I seemed to hear a suppressed cough. When I looked up, I sat far away against my orders, wearing a moon-blue robe.

It stands to reason that I would never recognize him from such a distance, but he is really too special.

Only this person was infiltrated from the rites, music, poetry and books in the former imperial palace, and his body was covered with the fragrance of luxurious books and ink, like a piece of gold, like a piece of jade wall, no one who saw it would forget it.

I can't help but think of those rumors about him.

It is said that the abolished Emperor Yang Youyuan was a gentleman and a villain. He was self-willed, listened to slander, abused people's power, killed Zhongliang, and searched for people's anointing by straightening the river...

But he is obviously such a gentle and elegant young man, and everyone says that he is born from the heart. Could it be that he is really the legendary tyrant who is comparable to Jie and Zhou?

The lights made my eyes blur, and I thought of him who was coughing in that dark cold palace. After a quick meeting, the palace was preparing for the New Year, so I got busy and didn't bother with him anymore.

I don't know if the people below are interested...

After this day's banquet, the emperor did not invite me to stay overnight, he and the empress supported each other and walked into the Jiaofang Palace.

People in the Queen's Palace don't like me very much, which is normal, after all, the Emperor stays with me most of the time.

They stopped me from entering the Jiaofang Palace.

Jiaofangdian is a place where you can't go wrong anyway, so I turned around and left.

Your Majesty can't find me when he wakes up, so naturally there is a girl from Jiaofangdian waiting on her, she must be more careful and delicate than a country girl like me.

That's fine, no matter it's true or not, he should act like it.

The queen's father is Duke Zhuo, the emperor is able to rule the world safely, Duke Zhuo has contributed a lot, and the Duke is an undeniable figure in the court.

The harem and court must be balanced evenly, and I understand him and support him.

It's just that my heart is stuffy, and I toss and turn in the middle of the night, and I can't fall asleep anyway.

"aunt……"

I slept with Chun Shi, another court lady of the Yanying Hall, in the small side room next to the Yanying Hall. The sound of my turning over woke her up, and she squinted her eyes and hesitated to speak.

I asked: "What?"

"Don't think too much about it. Even if His Majesty goes to the Queen's place tonight, he still spends more time with you on weekdays. Naturally, the favor cannot be broken." Her voice was soft in the night, and her eyes were like water. , I actually read comfort and flattery from her face.

There was a bit of pain for a while, and I blinked in a trance, and looked away, "Don't say this in the future, be careful that someone will listen."

I sighed and said, "What kind of favor? As slaves, as long as we stay with our master well, don't expect too much. In a person's life, there are always some things that can't be obtained no matter what."

"Auntie..." She wanted to say something more, but I put my hand on her mouth and shook my head.

"Speak less in the palace."

I still felt tightness in my chest, the warmth and throbbing in my heart disappeared completely, only the floating balls of cotton stuck there, got up to get dressed, and I said: "You go to sleep, I'll go out for a walk."

"Where are you going, aunt?" She grabbed my sleeve, "You can't just walk around at night."

I really wanted to go out for a walk, and in a flash of inspiration, I found a reason to fool her: "Today's dinner, I see that the disobedient man doesn't seem to be feeling well, and I'm afraid that something will happen to him, so I'll feel more at ease if I go and take a look."

Chun Shi muttered dissatisfiedly: "It's just a deposed emperor, why should he be so caring?"

I smiled and shook my head, "Your Majesty needs him to live, so he must live well."

After finishing speaking, I was very annoyed, there were so many reasons to go out, why did I choose the most troublesome person?Once the words have been spoken, I must not lie, so I had no choice but to go to the House of Internal Affairs in the middle of the night, wake up the little eunuch on duty, and collect some supplements and things to sober up.

The courtyard of Youzhi Palace was cleaner at least, it was already the third watch and the lights were still on, a tall and handsome figure was reflected on the window paper, and the disobedient Hou was reading a book.

After the maid passed the message, she got up from the table against orders and went to the door to greet me in person.

"Why is aunt here? It's cold outside, hurry up and sit inside."

There is no difference in identity between words, affectionate and gentle, as if I were his sister, and came all the way to see him with gifts.

I hurriedly saluted: "Your Majesty has killed your servants."

He didn't speak, just smiled, and helped me up with a pair of thin hands, obviously looking strong in the joints, but very vain.Probably due to his illness, his cheeks had an unnatural blush.

"Sit inside."

He pulled my wrist and walked inside. I changed my posture and put his hand on my arm. I bowed and said, "Master Hou please."

There were two fireplaces burning in the room, one facing the bed and one next to the desk.His little maid squatted at the foot of the bed and fell asleep.

In disobedience, he raised his finger to signal me to keep quiet, pointed to the foot of the bed, and I nodded knowingly.

Unexpectedly, he was unexpectedly reasonable and caring for the palace people.

He dragged me to the desk, a window was half-opened, and a branch of red wintersweet was in full bloom in front of the window. The thin branches stood upright in the cold wind, and when the west wind blew, they fluttered and fell with the snow. The window frame has a particularly sparse charm.

It's a pity that I'm not a scribe, and I've paid the Qingjing to ordinary people this time.

Looking at the tree of plum blossoms against his orders, he didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't speak for a long time, and only after a while did he chant sadly, with endless loneliness in his voice:

"In the snow every year, I often get drunk by inserting plum blossoms. It is no good intention to remove all the plum blossoms, and win tears all over the clothes."

Although I didn't understand, I still couldn't let go of the scene. I clapped my hands softly and exclaimed: "Good poem!"

But he shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "My aunt is laughing at me. Yang You is just borrowing the poems of his predecessors to have an affair."

He walked to the desk and sat down, picked up the pen and prepared to write, and I carefully rubbed the ink for him.

He is thin and indifferent, and I think the legendary Wei and Jin legacy is nothing more than this.He is obviously thin and elegant, but when he writes with a pen, his strokes are round and round, with big ups and downs, which reminds me of the majestic towers and sunsets in my hometown.

At any rate, I also learned a few words by the side of Your Majesty. He wrote a simple and easy-to-understand poem, and I read it out in a low voice:

Thinking of Jun is like a full moon, diminishing the brightness every night.

He said: "There is no moon tonight, what a pity."

New Year's Eve, where does the moon come from?

Maybe he drank too much tonight, or maybe he felt that it was rare in this palace to have someone who cared about him like me, and his demeanor around him was always gentle. people?"

The bitterness in the corner of his mouth has not disappeared, but instead infected my heart along with the words: "Living in this world, how can you expect everything to go well!"

"In this life, there are always some things that you can't get anyway."

For a moment, I felt that these words were familiar, but I was so shocked that I couldn't speak for a long time.

He pens in loneliness under the lamp, and he wakes up painfully while the big one is intoxicated by the celebration of thousands of people.