Your Majesty will suffer

In March, Peony is very good at Luodu spring.

At the time of the Ten Thousand Flowers Festival, everyone in the city is crazy.In the city, there are flowers everywhere, and there are crowds of people everywhere.

Sitting by the window, looking at the crowds of people downstairs, Nan Gongji smiled and sighed: "Luoyang Flower Fair is well-deserved!"

The person sitting opposite took a sip of tea, but said with irony: "What, regret it? Didn't you come here to relax because you were in a bad mood that day?"

"Relaxation is just the second thing. This trip back to Xijing, I promised you a few years ago. It was to keep my promise. How can I regret it?" The man still made an oath.

Yue Ling snorted softly, and before he could speak, he saw that he had already moved his eyes out of the window, as if something had changed his mind.Following his gaze, he found two familiar figures among the bustling crowd: a man and a woman walking side by side.Suddenly, the woman stopped in front of a flower seller, and the man beside her also stopped, waiting for the woman to choose flowers.

Yue Ling smiled: "Isn't that your second brother and the Yuwen family?"

Nangong Ji nodded, but his gaze remained where he was.

At this moment, the woman has chosen a pink flower, the man paid the money, and after taking the flower, he wants to put a bun on the woman's hairpin.The woman was slightly startled, as if intending to refuse, then raised her eyes and saw the man's disappointed expression, hesitated, and finally lowered her eyes, allowing the man to put the flower hairpin on for her.

Seeing that the figures of the two were about to disappear into the sea of ​​people, Yue Ling looked at the person sitting opposite him: "Aren't you going to meet?"

The man slowly withdrew his gaze and shook his head: "Forget it, but knowing that the two of them are well is enough, why bother disturbing others' peace?" He drank the tea in his cup with a smile, and pulled up the person sitting opposite him: "I heard that Xinglong A nest of peonies in the temple bloomed with thousands of flowers this spring, so colorful, it has become an anecdote! Now that it’s here, wouldn’t it be a pity not to take a look?”

The carefree days are always fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, they will return to Beijing again.

It was night, the sky was clear and bright, with a few wisps of silver, shining lightly on the garden, and the wind was full of clouds.

Where is the sound of the piano, quiet and melodious, but it is a pity that there are a few traces of miscellaneous meanings, like the figure playing the piano but absent-minded.The song didn't end, but it stopped abruptly.

The person who closed his eyes and admired it was slightly surprised, and opened his eyes: the person who was supposed to play the piano is now sitting with his hands down, his brows are lightly focused, as if he is in melancholy.

"What's wrong?" asked softly.

The man sighed in bewilderment: "Time is limited, but happy time is always fleeting!"

Get up and walk to his side, caressing the thin shoulders: "Why do you feel melancholy out of thin air? If not, you will go back two days later?"

The man was annoyed: "It's easy to say! After all, the name of negligence in government does not fall on your head."

It makes sense.Nan Gongji lowered his head but thought for a moment, then said: "The future will be long, and I promise you, from now on, I will accompany you to the west to visit Mudan every year, okay?"

The man sneered: "Although the peony is good, wouldn't it be boring to appreciate it every year?"

Nangong Ji was speechless for a moment.After pondering for a moment, he stroked his palms and laughed: "This statement is very true. The so-called flowers are similar every year. Every year, you should also change places to visit! Then next year, go to Nanjing to enjoy the osmanthus, and the next year to Beijing to enjoy the maple. . .One day, you will be able to travel all over the Central Plains, and your life will not be in vain.”

"Just dreaming sweet dreams!" Even so, there was a smile on the man's face.

Yutang was quiet at the beginning.

The green tent was just covered, and the thin shirt was half-faded, but I heard the man ask softly: "You asked me to continue that half-que "Man Ting Fang", how is it?"

Startled suddenly, Nangong Ji was dumbfounded.

Spring is annoying and can't sleep, the moon shifts the shadow of flowers on the railing.

In the hall, one person sits alone in front of the desk, occasionally stops reading, sometimes laughs and sometimes frowns, and for an unknown amount of time, finally laughs and throws a pen.After savoring it carefully again, my face is full of spring breeze.

Stepping in lightly, the man was reclining on the couch, reading an unknown book.

With a light cough, the man raised his head: "Yes?"

With a sigh, he took two steps forward: "Before the flowers under the moon, the spring night is not over, but I suddenly asked for new words."

Provoking that person to sneer: "What a mystery!"

Nan Gongji was still aggrieved: "The spring night is rare, but His Majesty ordered the minister to write a poem, so you can't let the good time go to waste?"

Yue Ling snorted, then turned his gaze back to the book.

"Here are the new words, Your Majesty, please have a look!" He bowed and presented the tissue paper that had not yet dried the ink.

Yue Ling took it and was reading it when the man quietly approached: "How?"

Feeling a gust of warm wind lingering around his neck, Yue Ling's face felt slightly warm, and he stuffed the tissue paper back to him: "Barely makes sense."

The man smiled and reached out to embrace him: "Then let's continue!"

The candle shadows are red, and the night is getting darker.

The moonlight is like water, quietly entering the painting hall, lightly reflecting two dependent figures.

Before the case, the man who was as beautiful as a crown jade was just about to put down his pen, but unexpectedly, the person behind him said "wait a minute", and immediately reached out to hold the pen end.

Since he was surprised, he looked back and asked.

The man smiled: "Why don't you give it a try?"

Turning back, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, he lightly closed his eyes, and taught him to hold his left hand: "Modo thinks, but there is no other distraction, and it is not difficult to concentrate on writing!" Like a spring breeze, my heart suddenly settled down, and I nodded. .

The man chuckled, "Then I'll count to three and write!"

There is no distraction, condensed energy and concentration. At this time, there is no sound, but the thoughts in the pen still seem to be connected.

A song "Man Ting Fang" is finished in a moment.Stop writing, look at each other and smile: It's true, there is a tacit understanding, and it's easy to understand.

The spring is rushing, and the night is still young.In front of the silver candle tree, the belt has been tied, whispering, talking about the world and the sky, promising the next life and this life. . .

The red candle in the hall, flickering past the case, illuminates a new lyrics:

Pi Lian flew through, half a silver man, and fell into the world for thousands of miles.Gradually smell the string pipe, still in the middle of the water.Yuan Ye returned to Renmoshang, looking at each other, and the fire trees and flowers were crazy.The lights are bright, the mountains and rivers are never at night, singing and dancing in neon clothes.

The wind is blowing, the catkins are flying, and Yingxia is curling up, dancing across the east wall.Discussing the empty night will be late, and the moon is light in the west chamber.Sitting idly and adjusting the jade pillar, but lifting up a thousand strands of soft intestines.Where the love is connected, there is a little bit of consonance, and a song is full of fragrance.

Before the court, the night breeze blew gently, stirring up the fragrance in the court.