The wind blows the plum blossoms over Guanshan

If you ask where the plum blossoms fall, the wind blows all over Guanshan all night.

The wind and snow in Guanshan is getting less and less, a lone moon is dimly shining, and the earth is desolate and desolate.Chang Sheng held a flute in his hand, and sat on a high place facing the wind. The wind blowing from the opposite side with thin snowflakes was chilling.He wrapped himself tightly in the fox fur, took out a bamboo flute from his sleeve, and played it softly on his lips.The texture of the flute is not good, it is very ordinary, it was made from a piece of bamboo joint when he left Longcheng, the sound of the flute has impurities but it is still clear, this noise caters to the wind and snow in the border area, it is desolate, melancholy and moving .

The sound of the flute drifted away slowly, and the wind and snow in Guanshan came from the north, touching his eyelashes.Through the hazy moonlight, Changsheng's eyes seemed to be the early spring of Chudi.The plum blossoms in Chudi are in full bloom at this time, with various colors and postures, and the petals carry the cold fragrance of ice and snow, which is fascinating.It's a pity that this is Guanshan, the frontier where the ancients fought and returned.There are no plum blossoms in the frontier, only golden cavalry.

"Zhaohui..." He sighed in a low voice, put the flute into his sleeve, looked at the hazy moon in the sky, his eyes softened.

Twelve years ago, Changsheng was just a ten-year-old child.By chance, his father Meng Sikong took him to the fifteenth Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the palace.Changsheng doesn't know many people, so his father will take him to meet many people, but most of them are guys with a straight face like his father.There are a few who are always smiling, but their voices are very thin, as if they would pierce his ears.

Halfway through the banquet, when the novelty wore off, Chang Sheng realized that the so-called banquet was actually very boring. It was nothing more than exchanging greetings among officials, drinking, watching songs and dances and eating mooncakes, so he slipped away under the pretext of going to the toilet.He scurried about, his steps light and fast, like a nocturnal cat.Unexpectedly, after walking around in the huge palace, I lost my way and couldn't find the way to come.During the night banquet in the palace, the guards relaxed a lot, but no one came to take care of them.Changsheng went all the way, only met a few little guards who were staggering drunk.

He boldly walked forward, thinking that it was still early, and it would not be too late to find the way back later.Walking and walking, I came to a water area, the water was full of red lotus flowers, coquettish and moving.Looking carefully, weeds are overgrown by the pool, as if it has not been taken care of for a long time. The red lotus in the pool is blooming coquettishly and recklessly, which adds to the wild beauty of this aquatic plant.There is a small pavilion in the water, and a path on the bank leads there.Changsheng looked at the pavilion, there was no light in the pavilion, it was a little dark, and a figure could be vaguely seen by the moonlight.Changsheng looked around, but couldn't see clearly, and walked towards the pavilion lightly under the drive of curiosity.

As Changsheng got closer to the pavilion, Fang saw clearly that it was a man in red, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if he was crying.He was trembling, and the blurred shadow under the moonlight also trembled slightly, the light and shadow interlaced and floating.Faced with such a situation, the adjective that Chang Sheng first thought of was "very pitiful", although this word may not be appropriate.

"You...why are you crying? What...is there something sad?" Changsheng approached and asked boldly, nervous for no reason.The moon in the sky was lightly covered by floating clouds, and a pool of red lotus exuded a pleasant fragrance, which was faint and evocative.

He raised his head, with some rejection in his eyes.

He is a ten-year-old boy, slightly older than Changsheng.Even though the moonlight was hazy, Chang Sheng could see that his appearance was the rare Zhou Zheng.Aunt Zhang, who cooks at home, often praises her appearance like Panan, and she will be popular with girls when she grows up. Changsheng feels that compared with himself, this young man looks much better, so he really deserves to be like Panan, no ...It is a living god who has descended to earth.

"Whose family are you a child? I don't know you." The voice of the boy in red was cold and blunt, repelling others thousands of miles away.

"I... I am the son of Sikong Menghun... My name is... My name is Meng Changsheng." Facing this person, Changsheng was nervous for no reason, he stuttered his answer, and finally said his name. "You... What about you? Did your father also bring you to the banquet?"

The boy in red turned his face to the side: "I don't need to tell you."

Changsheng blushed: "But, didn't I tell you? Why can't you tell me your name?"

"Go back, this is not where you should come. The banquet is almost over, and you can go back to the place you just came by going north."

Changsheng was stunned for a moment, looked up at the position of the moon, and knew what he said was true, the banquet was indeed coming to an end, if he didn't go back, his father would scold him.But... he told himself which way to go, did he know that he was lost?Thinking of this, Changsheng wished he could dig a hole to bury himself, and flee in the direction he pointed, as if returning to the night banquet.

When Changsheng came back, Meng Sikong was holding a wine jug and drank up and down, chatting nonsense with another half-drunk official from time to time.Chang Sheng felt relieved, fortunately his father was already drunk and didn't realize that he had slipped out to play for more than an hour at all.So he sat down safely, picked up a piece of snack and handed it to his mouth, and began to sort out the flustered emotions just now.

Who is that kid?Changsheng was curious, but no one seemed to be able to solve his doubts.If he told his father, he would know that he just wandered around and was looking for his own death.

After midnight, the banquet dissipated, and Chang Sheng walked back with his father in his left hand, and a glazed lantern in his right hand.The dim light of the glazed lamp was warm, and the palace road in front was so long that it couldn't see the end at once, and only the firelight of pedestrians in front could be vaguely seen.There are a few fireflies flying above the palace wall, twinkling like stars.Mother once said to herself that if you see fireflies or stars, you see her.Mother died too early, and now Changsheng doesn't remember her appearance very much, only vaguely remembers that she once said such words to him.Thinking of this, his eyes were a little sore, and looking at his drunken father, he suddenly felt his heart also start to sore.

Around Mid-Autumn Festival is the season when sweet-scented osmanthus blooms. Sikong Mansion is full of sweet-scented osmanthus trees, and the yard is full of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance in autumn.Collect the fallen sweet-scented osmanthus carefully, and make it into sweet-scented osmanthus cake or sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing.Changsheng didn't like reading, and several of the masters his father hired for him were angry and left several times, saying that he had already cleared his seven orifices and he didn't need to teach him any more, so Meng Sikong could only sigh and go to battle himself.When Meng Sikong was away, Changsheng didn't have much to do at home, he didn't like to study, picking sweet-scented osmanthus was an interesting thing for him.

Changsheng was holding a handful of sweet-scented osmanthus. Meng Sikong came in from the door and said excitedly: "Changsheng, Your Majesty said that he would choose a companion for the princes. You are of the right age. Do you want to study with the princes?" Knowing the worldly things, she raised her head and asked, "Father, what do you do as a companion? Do you study with the princes? Are the princes stupid? They only study when they are accompanied by others."

Meng Sikong rapped Changsheng's head twice, and said angrily: "You stupid boy, you actually said such rebellious words! Of course the princes are all outstanding, how can you be like you? They are so stupid that they still refuse to learn." This is a good opportunity. The prince’s companion can study with the princes. There are many outstanding and strict masters in the palace. Your confidants, if the prince who accompanied me becomes the emperor one day, then he will be able to flourish..."

Meng Sikong talked to himself and ignored him forever, still lowering his head and fiddling with the tiny sweet-scented osmanthus in his hand.Although sweet-scented osmanthus is small, it has a strong fragrance.He remembered that his mother liked sweet-scented osmanthus, especially sweet-scented osmanthus cake.Every year on the anniversary of his mother's death, he would follow his father to pay respects and bring a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.Last year he learned how to make osmanthus cakes by himself, so he planned to bring his own osmanthus cakes to his mother every next year.

"When the time comes...your mother should smile at Jiuquan..."

Chang Sheng became interested when he heard these words, raised his head and asked, "Really?"

Meng Sikong said firmly: "That is natural."

Aunt Zhang on the side also said: "I believe Master Sikong's words, young master, you can go, don't forget Aunt Zhang when you grow up and do something."

Chang Sheng nodded sharply as if he had made up his mind, and decided to run for the prince's companionship.

The author has something to say: this is a story about a concubine prince and his companion, this article is of a slow-heating type, and the relationship between the two will be somewhat entangled.

This article is not a pit, someone will fill it in slowly...

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