Ning Gu

Fangzhou Palace, hidden in the green hills.Plant thousands of apricots, build pavilions, and raise forest deer in the garden.Every year after the Huachao Festival, the emperor will lead the palace people to live here for a while.This year's team is much larger than in the past. It is said that Zhao Xianzhi, the chief prince of Xinling Mausoleum, went with Wang Luqi of a different surname.

In the deep mountains and forests, green tiles flying, animal head and horn seals, Lu Qi stepped into this royal palace for the first time, and he fell in love with it.

He was led by the palace servants to go deep, and change the scenery step by step. Most children would be excited to see the scenery of the dark fragrance corridor. After all, this kind of scenery can only be seen in Jiangnan, and it cannot be seen in places like Fufeng.

No, it can be seen.

Today's sage is still the Duke of Qin. When he lived in Fufeng, there was a garden in the northwest corner of his house called "Yunqi".The garden is exactly the same as this place. It is the same corridor and cross bridge, and the same apricot forest behind the floating window... The only difference is the name of the main hall. The main hall of Yunqi, according to my father, is It's called Juheng; but here, Lu Qiyang first looked at the plaque, but heard envy beside him read: "Pingshan?"

"Pingshan, Pingshan, Ping..." Lu Qi didn't say the word "Zhi" after all, and he knew that the word "Pingzhi" should not be said.This is his father Xie Wuling's word, and his father's friends prefer to call him Pingzhi when they come to the court to taste tea on weekdays.

It's just that this person is a taboo in the palace. He was raised by the emperor's side, and he was told by the eunuch the second day after his father left that his father's name should not be mentioned in the deep palace. In the verdicts in the annals, his father was given the word "Ning", but he knew that his father was not the person who wrote it down.

For five years, he has been silent for five years.His admiration for Xie Wuling and his love for Xie Wuling have intensified during these days.

Until he arrived at the palace, looking at the layout, others didn't know it, but he and Xianzhi knew it well, the layout of the "Yunqi" garden, and even the flowers, trees and stones were all created by his father, Xie Wuling. made.That garden was his last gift to Xianzhi.

Now in this deep mountain, seeing the same garden, how can he not miss the deceased, the father and son died, these five years, he can't even live in peace on his own birthday, he is ashamed, he feels guilty, if he didn't enter the palace that year , maybe his father is still alive today.As for the person who held a birthday banquet for him and gave him a title and fiefdom, at first he would sleep with him and stay by his side like his father, but later he would not.

Every night he thought about his father, and when he woke up, there was only a little eunuch sleeping outside the tent.In the second year, he also thought of a way to meet his father, but in the end he only got Wuzhong to serve him.

What is no grave, he followed Xianzhi in the palace to learn from the Taifu, and finally realized that a courtier like his father should not have a grave, and wrapping a corpse in a straw mat is a kindness.

Even Xianzhi believed this, but Lu Qi didn't believe it. His father once joked that he had a thousand lives, and no one else could take them.Even if others say that he has gone, he will stay by his Qi'er's side.

So far, he also believes in it.

The wind spreads the flower letter, and the rain washes the spring dust.

On the first day of the day after the rain, Xianzhi and his maid went hunting for deer, and Lu Qi was the only one in the courtyard.

His father, Xie Wuling'ai, set up a couch in the depths of the flowers, pretended to sleep on the couch, and lay there for half a day.He was curious when he was young, and loved to nest in his father's arms, and now he also likes to place a couch deep in the flowers, which is surrounded by garlands, just like being surrounded by his father.

He lay on his back on the mat, and took out a piece of paper from his arms, on which was written the word "Zhaoxing".He put the small note in front of his eyes and looked at it, then put it back in his arms.This is the last thing his father left him, and it was secretly given to him by the eunuch next to His Majesty.

He asked the little maid to bring a picture scroll to hold in his arms, and closed his eyes for a nap.

I don't know how long he slept, he just felt that someone came to take the picture scroll in his arms, he knew that the servant girl would not have the guts, and Xian Zhi always knew what was in his arms, so he would not touch it.

He opened his sleepy eyes, and in the dimness, he could see that the person was wearing a black robe, a jade crown, and his eyebrows were slightly curled up, looking solemn.

He immediately turned over and got off the couch, bowed and said: "Your Majesty."

"Qi'er, what's in your arms, why don't you let a widow taste it?"

Lu Qi hid the scroll behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "Lu Qi only got this one. There are flaws in the painting, which may not catch your majesty's eyes. If your majesty really sees it, can you return it to Lu Qi intact?"

"It's a blemish, but it's still such a treasure?"

"Yes."

"The widow should answer you, are you still afraid that the widow will rob you?" The man in Xuanpao chuckled lightly, not taking it seriously.

When Lu Qi heard the response, he lowered his head and held the painting over the top with both hands.The eunuch took it from him, and then unfolded the painting in front of everyone.

In the painting, a round moon hangs high in the sky, and a handsome man leans against an old tree with a branch of apricot blossoms on his temples. There is a red apricot on the ground, a green shirt, a lamp in one hand, and a petal in the other.It was supposed to be a very beautiful scene, full of flair, flowers and smiles, but the person in the painting has an ink beard on his eyes, ruining the painting.

Everyone around knew who the person in the painting was, but they all bowed their heads and dared not speak.

But the man in Xuanpao who was viewing the painting staggered two steps.He lingered for a while on the appearance of the person in the painting.

"This painting is flawed, but it can't be sold at a price."

"Really?" Lu Qi took two steps forward, pointed at the painting and signed it, "my father said that this painting is worth ten thousand gold in his place. Speaking of it..."

He wanted to continue talking, but saw the eunuch beside the man in Xuanpao shaking his head with him.

If he is in Chongque, he will keep silent, but in this palace, beside the Zhaoxing Temple written on the note, he must go to the place he is thinking about.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have to hold that painting in his arms to sleep on purpose today, and he wouldn't have to bet on the last chance his father left him.

He continued unmoved: "Speaking of which, I don't know if your Majesty knows Mr. Congshan?"

The man in Xuanpao fisted his hands hidden under his sleeves, but he still didn't change his face and said: "I know it. Why are you looking for him?"

"Nothing to do, just ask."

"Congshan, the widow, Zhao Zuo." Sitting on the stone bench next to Lu Qi's bed, Zhao Zuo raised his eyebrows as if he had seen through Lu Qi's tricks, "What do you want?"

"Qi'er asks to go to the palace for a day."

"Use this painting, just for one day?"

"With this painting, I just want Uncle Congshan and Qi'er to spend a day together."

Zhao Zuo frowned slightly. He cast his eyes on the eunuch, and the eunuch said knowingly: "Tomorrow there will be an appreciation meeting in Zhaoxing Temple, and it will belong to the second son of Jiangnan. Your Majesty, look, it's not as good as..."

"Tomorrow then." He turned his gaze to Lu Qi and asked what Lu Qi meant. Seeing Lu Qi nodding, he also stood up and prepared to leave.

"Uncle Congshan." Zhao Zuo didn't stop, but slowed down.

"Can uncle tell me about my father tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zuo stopped, turned his head and said: "I know everything, but the painting will be sent to the main hall after returning to the palace. It is useless for you to improve your painting skills."

After all, leave.

Lu Qi watched him leave, then lay back on the couch, using his arm as a pillow, looked up at Yunjuan Yunshu, and murmured: "Pingshan..."

Hirayama.Pingzhi, from the mountain.