Qu clear as promised

In the mid-winter of the third year of Xiqing, Daliang and Lang Yi signed a treaty again. Lang Yi promised never to send poisonous poison to Daliang territory, and pay tribute to Daliang every year, and unconditionally do his best to find people for Daliang in the Western Regions.

So far, Liang Jun's squadron has returned to the dynasty.

Three years later, Xia Lu.

The capital is decorated with lanterns and festoons, full of tourists, lotus garden pavilions, paper kite dragon boats, and a school of prosperity and prosperity.

The palace was deserted and quiet, and the aunt in charge told a few young maids: "After cleaning this place, you can go to the Shang Palace Bureau to receive your salary. Today is the holiday, let's all go out to play for a while, and just come back before the palace ban."

Several little palace maids beamed with joy.

Since the emperor dismissed the harem three years ago, the palace has been idle. There is only the emperor as a master, and he doesn't need so many people to serve him.

"Thank you, Auntie." A few maids walked away chattering and laughing. They unconsciously lowered their footsteps when they passed Feng Sui Palace. I heard that this is where the only master in the palace lives.

The emperor lives in seclusion, likes to be quiet, and doesn't like to keep people around, so there are only Eunuch Hai, Aunt Yuping and Qiao's guards in such a large Fengsui Palace, oh, and a tremella wolf.

These newcomers have only looked up at Tianyan from afar.

"I heard that Feng Sui Palace used to be where the Queen lived."

"The queen is not—"

"Shh, I don't want to kill you." This is a taboo in the palace.

One of them looked around, rolled his throat, and said softly, "Well, one day when I was on duty at night, I seemed to hear someone crying in Langyuan, Fengsui Palace, and it wasn't crying, it was a kind of..." She deliberated to describe, "A...a particularly sad voice."

The kind of real sadness squeezed out of the chest, rolled over the throat, turned into a silent choked sob, and the little palace lady couldn't bear it when she recalled it, "It's really very sad, too Poor."

How can you be so sad?Is it a death in the family?Otherwise, there is nothing to be sad about in this palace. There is no master who is scheming to make things difficult for others, and the father-in-law and mother-in-law who are in power are all lenient and easy-going. The salary is generous, and the work is not much. This day is good enough .

"No, it can't be a female ghost, can it?"

"Not a woman!"

The rest of the people were dumbfounded: "A man?" Why is a man crying so sad?

The little palace lady hurriedly said: "Yeah, not necessarily." She didn't hear it very clearly. Sometimes grief exceeds the threshold of human tolerance and becomes indistinguishable. Tears and sadness are gender-neutral. Girl, it's as painful as suffering.

"It's neither a woman nor a man," the others said firmly, "That's Eunuch Hai!"

"..."

"Well, let me say one more thing. For a while, I was on duty in the temple. Just, just the temple where the man was grounded. Every night, I heard someone talking in it, babbling, crying like crying or laughing. It's not like laughing, sometimes we cry and laugh, scaring people to death."

"Don't say it, don't say it, creepy, it's a big festival, let's hurry up to collect the salary and go out of the palace to buy lanterns! The moat must be very lively tonight."

"Let's go!"

Feng Sui Gong.

Yuping took the moon-white cloud-patterned gown and waited outside the study: "Your Majesty, the time has come, and the chief of the Qintian Supervisor is waiting in the Baisong Garden."

The wood carving pen in Liang Hui's hand was tilted, and the belly of his index finger was cut and blood oozes. He ignored it, and only frowned and rubbed the unfinished wood carving.

Tsk, it can't be used anymore.

He threw the waste products on the case - there was no place to put it, the sapphire case was already covered with all kinds of wood carvings.

There are also mahogany stands, tea seats, and chess boards, as well as many paintings, which are hung all over the wall in large and large sizes.

The one who carved, engraved, painted, made clay, carved jade, and baked ceramics in this room is all the same person.

That person has all kinds of faces, the red mole between the eyebrows looks like Jade Avalokitesvara, the gentle and pure kindness looks like the spring breeze in March, the one looks cold and indifferent, the one sits gracefully and talks eloquently, and the one is as fragile as soft catkins when sick... …

260 five days, 180 three paintings, 250 four woodcuts.

In this huge palace, that person is everywhere and nowhere to be found.

Liang Hui looked at the painting for a long time before he recovered his strength, put down the engraving pen with no expression on his face, and went out the door.

He has passed the Laoshizi Xialu Festival long ago, and the scene of emperors and queens swimming together in dragon boats at that time is still vivid in his memory.

Three years have passed, storytellers outside are no longer talking about love between emperors and empresses, and actors and actresses are no longer singing about the emperor's Guanyin wishing the family a blue sky.

But this year Xia Lu met the birthday of the god of agriculture and wanted to go to the palace to worship. This is the work of the queen.

Baisong Garden.

Many clansmen and princes came here with their grandchildren and daughters, and it has been as difficult for them to see Liang Hui in the past few years.

Liang Hui was not the smiling and gentle young emperor. After returning from the Southwest War, his temperament changed drastically. He became more moody and unpredictable.

Liang Hui thought there were too many people and noisy, so he hid in Langdao after offering incense, staring at the graceful lotus in the pond, not knowing what he was thinking.

A child came, Liang Hui just wanted to let him go, but when he raised his eyes, he stopped talking again.

He looked a bit like that person when he was a child, the little fairy in brocade clothes and jade belt, with straight eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth. I don't know which little son of the royal family didn't take care of him.

The kid was not afraid of life, and even took the initiative to talk to him: "Brother, why are you here by yourself?"

Liang Hui raised his eyebrows. Apart from going to the court, he rarely saw people these years. He didn't go to sacrifices, palace banquets, or garden parties. It's not surprising that such a younger generation doesn't recognize him.

Liang Hui said fiercely, "I can't be here by myself?"

The little boy choked aggrieved: "No, where's that pretty brother?"

Liang Hui was taken aback, if this word came from someone else, he would have ordered someone to drag it down to deal with it now, and his suspicious nature made him wonder for a moment whether this child was a trick sent by someone with a heart.

But those three-pointed eyes made him feel a little compassionate, and he looked at the short little man with a cold face: "Have you seen him?"

The child said, "I've seen it before. Aren't you rowing together?"

Three years ago, and today, he was woken up early in the morning by his mother, dragged and hugged by his brothers and sisters, and squeezed to the bank of the moat surrounded by crowds to grab a seat, saying that he was watching the gods.

The gods are so beautiful, the taller ones hold umbrellas, pour tea, and shake fans for the other ones.

He had never seen such a handsome person, with a handsome demeanor and a godlike look, like a celestial being relegated to an immortal, and he even made a wish to them, and it came true!

But why only one year?There will be no more.

In the next two years of the Summer Dew Festival, he would ask his mother every year if he could see the gods this year, but his mother covered his mouth and told him not to mention it when he went out, and there was a sigh in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

He didn't understand that his elder brother had to worship the portrait of the fairy brother every time he took the exam, and his elder sister always read some books that his parents should not know, and there were this and that in front of him in the book.

But all secretly.

This year I finally saw a fairy again, but—why is there only one?

The child's idea is very simple, because Liang Hui was with Zhu Zhiyi when he first met him, so he took it for granted that Liang Hui should also be with Zhu Zhiyi when he appeared again.

Liang Hui opened his lips, not knowing how to answer him, his eyes sadly pulled Xiaodoumen closer, and his lips were drawn into a line: "He's gone."

Xiao Douding's eyes widened: "Where did you go?"

"do not know."

"Why did you leave?"

Liang Hui's throat rolled, and his heart seemed to be squeezed by a big hand: "Because... I made him angry, and I made him sad."

"Ah?" The child had an expression of "Why are you like this", "But, but he is so good-looking—"

Liang Hui laughed at himself: "Yeah, he is so nice, how can I bear it."