Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

, the young emperor who had just put down the villain in his arms and let him hold his fingers narrowed his eyes slightly, as if remembering something, and murmured in a low voice: "Jade Peach Palace..."

At this time, in the back garden of the Jade Peach Palace, there is a scene of green peaches in full bloom, petals flying, vegetation blurred, rain misty and misty.

"Father!"

As soon as he saw the figure hidden by the flowers and branches, the little prince who was being dragged became excited, looked up at his father who was standing aside, and after getting the eyes of permission, he immediately ran in, regardless of no one supporting him. Raindrops caught up in the hair of the umbrella, and they fell on the figure standing among the flowers and trees.

The person hugged by him turned around, with a gentle voice full of helplessness: "Zhuo Er, you are naughty again."

The little prince shook his head, refusing to admit that he interrupted his father's revision of the memorial just now, and acted coquettishly: "Zhuo'er is not naughty! Father is called by Zhuo'er!"

Seeing Ye Xu gradually approaching Ye Xu, who had never opened an umbrella, but lowered down to pick up the child from his feet with a smile, and the childish voice of apology was heard again in his ears, no matter how helpless Jiang Bing was, he couldn't help but reveal Smiling, he returned the paper umbrella on his head and covered the father and son's heads. He raised his hand and brushed the wet temple hair of the two people one after another. His eyes turned from the child to the person holding the child. With deeper tenderness.

After the incident three years ago, not long after his body recovered, those scrolls were thrown into the fire by Ye Xu himself, only one was heard by him and he asked him to keep it privately.

It was the one he had seen back then, leaning against the pillar of the corridor and smiling, like a poem like a fairy.

Even if he can't compare to that kind of person after all, let alone that person's unrestrained posture, so what?

He already held the hand of the person beside him.

Jiang Bing looked at them with a smile for a while, reached out to take the little prince with wide eyes, and passed the paper umbrella in his hand, with a natural expression but a sly look on his face: "Since your majesty is here, I want to accompany you Zhuoer is playing, Your Majesty should hold the umbrella first."

Ye Xu glanced at the umbrella in his hand, and found that it was still a black orchid with a green bamboo and white background, but it was big enough to cover the three of them. He knew it was Jiang Bing's new paper umbrella, and he smiled helplessly. After raising his hand to take the umbrella, when the little prince who had just been put down and was running around was leaving, he suddenly raised his hand to hug him, and pinched that fair cheek.

"The bigger the smaller."

Jiang Bing's cheeks were suddenly pinched, and a blush flew up on his cheekbones. The brilliance flowed in his glass-colored eyes, and he slightly lowered his head and smiled, vaguely resembling the appearance he saw in the peach blossom forest for the first time.

"Father, father, Zhuo'er is here!"

The two were standing under the peach blossom tree and staring at each other, but the little prince who was not far away was not so easy to let go, he shouted in no time, Ye Xu sighed, tightened the fingers of the person beside him, and put the paper in his hand The umbrella moved over: "Let's go, if that kid doesn't see me going with you, he's going to make people's brains hurt from arguing again."

Jiang Bing watched him turn the umbrella towards him, and the smile on the corner of his lips became wider, but he also raised his arm and held the hand holding the umbrella: "Your Majesty is the one who spoiled Zhuoer and the minister." That person, is this a complaint now?"

Sensing the warmth on the back of his hand, the young emperor shook his head with a smile, and while leading the person beside him to the depths of the peach blossom, he whispered in that person's ear with a low smile.

"It's a complaint."

In the spring of Wushuo's third year, she entered the palace later, and became a noble concubine, and entered the Youxiang Palace.

The next year, because the emperor didn't favor her, she retreated to the side of the cold palace and met the emperor in the imperial garden.

In another year, he was promoted to Concubine Yu, conceived in the same year, and promoted to Concubine Gui.

In the spring of the sixth year of Wushuo, Yin was the most expensive person, and she was named the Queen of the Zhenggong Palace.

In the autumn of the same year, Zhuo, the eldest son, was born, and Jiaofang was the only pampered harem.

In another five years, the second son, Jun, was born, and Zhuo, the eldest son of the emperor, was named the prince of the East Palace.

The following year, Shuangtai was born.

In the spring of the 23rd year of Wushuo, she was plagued by illness, and the medicine and stone died, and she was known as Empress Sheng Yi in history.

The emperor couldn't stop mourning, and became ill for seven days to keep watch for the empress. He died in the Yutao Palace in the early spring of the following year, and was buried with the empress in Zhaoling.

—— "Dailong &? Yongde Emperor? Empress Biography"

In this world, you will probably encounter many landscapes, and many people who are soaked in love and hate.

However, there is only one person who will always hold the umbrella for you and hold your hand forever.

Forever, only waiting for you.

[Extra story? Holding an umbrella for Qing? End]

Extra Story Uya Elegy [Jinqing]

One?

He kept his eyes wide open and refused to close them. The residual red in the corners of his eyes had not faded away, but he just stared fixedly at the night pearl dangling above his head. Blood fell on the snow-white mattress along the cut skin, and the pain on the body came in wave after wave, until the pain was so painful that it was no longer able to move the limbs full of bruises, and I didn't know how long I could bear it After a long time, the sky outside finally turned pale.

The person who couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness of the whole night suddenly let go of his hands that were holding him, waved the bed curtain and stood in front of his eyes, his honey-colored skin was illuminated by the light from the window frame with delicate textures, Then he was quickly covered by the bright yellow dragon robe and left, and the person who had ravaged him all night without mercy turned around and left without looking back.

He stared blankly at the light cast from the window frame for an unknown amount of time, and even the pain in his body gradually became numb, so he closed his eyes uncontrollably, with a drop of crystal drops hanging from the corner of his eyes. Tears suddenly slipped into the ears and disappeared without a trace.

Before sinking into the boundless darkness, there seemed to be the noisy voices of court ladies and eunuchs, as well as some small exclamations and whispers. The lips seem to want to laugh bitterly at his scarred body like a rag doll, or to laugh at himself who trusts others.

When I woke up again, when I looked up, I found that the outside was dark again.

He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were out of focus for a long time, until he finally saw the luminous pearl that had been quietly hanging under the bed curtain in yesterday's nightmarish night, he seemed to wake up suddenly, and raised his head with difficulty Looking at his body, which was only wearing a quilt, he resisted the pain that seemed to emanate from his bones when he moved.

He staggered and pulled the light golden bed curtain to stand up. Just as he was about to get out of bed and walk outside, he felt his feet go limp and fell on the soft carpet, and his arm accidentally took off the candlestick. The wax slipped from his arm, and quickly solidified into red teardrops.

The people outside the door seem to have heard the sound of the candlestick falling inside the house, and immediately pushed open the heavy carved wooden door, but when their eyes touched the person who fell on the ground with a pale face and frowning brows, their lips immediately escaped. exclaimed.

"Miss!"

Before the words fell, the female official who was still half of her body outside the hall quickly walked in, grabbed her skirt and hurriedly squatted down, and carefully helped her up and fell to the ground, because the movement just now had caused a cold , who was panting with his head bowed and couldn't get up, supported him and half-lyed on the imperial concubine's couch, and saw the traces of red candle tears on his arm, and let out a low cry of regret again.

"Your Majesty, why are you so careless? Your skin was originally tender and fair, but now it is scalded by the candle tears. If you get a scar, it will be very obvious. If Your Majesty comes to see it tonight, how can you be happy?"

"What he should see, he will see." Every time he moved, there was a burst of unbearable pain, and when he finally leaned on the imperial concubine's bed, he was already covered in cold sweat, but the corners of his lips were still full of cold sarcasm He smiled, "I'm just a humble bastard, how can I be worthy of His Majesty's love every night? If he sees this scar, he will no longer want to look at me, it will be better." "Ma'am, how can you say such a thing?" if……"

When the female officer heard the words, tears welled up in her eyes, she squatted at his feet and held his fingers, bit by bit to remove the froze candle tears, and said in a low voice, "Although you are a bastard, you are a cuckoo." The people of the Ya family are the biological younger brothers of the Tai Tuo and the successive empresses! You have such a noble status, and you have been named a noble concubine after entering the palace, so don't underestimate yourself!"

"A member of the Wu Ya family, the younger brother of the Taifu and the Queen..."

His lips that were bitten mottled and bruised moved, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and his heart seemed to be immersed in an endless coldness.

Under the waves, only fatigue and pain are heavy.

"I'm just a cover for them to cover up their scandals, an abandoned child that no one wants."

The female officer heard his tone, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw bruises and bruises on his body. She couldn't help thinking of the rough pinch and rubbing of the person in front of her when she brought a few maids in to clean up after the emperor left this morning. , whose body was covered with scars and could hardly be seen, couldn't help but lowered his head with tears in his eyes, and whispered.

"My lady..."

The person leaning on the imperial concubine's couch closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the marks left by that person on his body.

It was his first night as a women's double, but it was by no means a so-called frivolous love, but endless pain and torture, and it was a shame that was imprinted on his heart in this life.

The candle flame flickered in the silent room, there was a light knock on the door, and the timid voice of the little maid sounded outside the door. "My concubine, the Hall of Mental Cultivation has flipped the sign. Tonight is Concubine Qin's bedtime."

"How could this be?" The female officer, who was crying with her head bowed, immediately changed her face when she heard the words, stood up and took two steps towards the door, turned back to look at the person lying on the imperial concubine's couch in a panic, and murmured Said, "Yesterday was the first day that the empress entered the palace. The empress had just been favored for one night, and Wu Ya was planning to give her majesty a successor. Why did her majesty not spend the night with the empress on the second day, but went to the concubine Qin's place?" ?!"

"Pearl."

This time, before she could finish speaking, the smile on the lips of the person leaning on the couch deepened, and his eyes lightly passed over the re-ignited candle not far away, with a delicate but seductive face in the half-light. In the semi-darkness, it looked a little scary.

"Needless to say." His voice was extremely low and hoarse, his eyes were full of indifference, without the slightest wave, "This is better..."

It is better to see each other and hate each other, so it is better not to see each other again.

When he was a kid, the maid waited on him to wash up, then blew out the candle and left, while the person sitting on the bed opened his eyes, silently pulled out the dagger from under the pillow, and let the moonlight shine through. The curtain, illuminating the cold light on the blade, did not stand up until the sky was dim again, regardless of the luxurious clothes placed not far away, and dragged out a small burden from under the table , put on the washed white clothes inside, clenched the dagger tightly, leaned on the table and walked towards the door with difficulty.

Standing by the door, the female officer who had been guarding the door all night heard the sound of the door and subconsciously turned her head to look, but when she saw clearly the attire of the person who came out of the room at the moment, her pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a panicked look on her face. Before, she asked in a low voice in disbelief: "Madam, what are you going to do?! You have already entered the palace and become a women's double, and you have been favored by His Majesty, why are you wearing men's double clothes at this time?",

He didn't look at her, but raised his chin indifferently, his eyes tightened in the sunlight.

"You stay here, you don't have to follow me."

Before he finished speaking, he walked towards the endless palace wall again, and moved out of the vast palace little by little. Even though his head was covered in cold sweat due to the severe pain, he still staggered step by step, holding on to the wall, and passed by. In the astonished eyes of the court ladies and eunuchs, he stepped onto the white marble steps in front of the closed gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The grand dame standing in front of the gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation listened to the footsteps, subconsciously frowned and thought it was a maid who wanted to scold her, but when she looked up, she saw a person she hadn't expected, and looked at his clothes in surprise, and immediately He took a step forward and bowed, tentatively beckoning and said: "The servant sees the imperial concubine!"

He didn't look at the eunuch who looked strange, but stared straight at the hanging plaque of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, his voice hoarse and cold.

"Your Majesty is in the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"

The eunuch didn't know what he meant by asking this question, seeing his expression was too cold and decisive, he had a bad feeling in his heart for a moment: "Your Majesty just came to court, and at the moment he is discussing political affairs with several adults in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. , if the empress wants to go in, she probably has to wait for a while..."

"No need."

He raised the corners of his lips and showed a warm smile. Regardless of the terrified gaze of the eunuch beside him, he lowered his body and waved his sleeves, laying his forehead on the cold stone slab in front of the hall, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

"Chen Wu Yaqing, since entering the palace, you will not be favored by the sage, let alone a model of virtuous and virtuous, please enter the cold palace from now on!"

"Your Majesty!" Hearing his words, the eunuch standing next to him was so frightened that his heart jumped out of his chest for a moment, and he immediately knelt down as well, shouting with a distorted expression, "What are you doing!"

"Oh? Invite yourself into the cold palace?" To the eunuch's surprise, the voice of the imperial concubine in front of him, who was wearing men's double clothes, had just finished speaking, and the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was locked, but a slightly hoarse voice came from inside. He coughed, but said in a tone of interest, "Teacher, although Wu Ya is my concubine, she is also your concubine brother. What do you think of the concubine's invitation?"

Hearing the words Wuya Taifu, the eyes of the person kneeling on the ground flashed a thick dark color, hatred and despair flashed past, but at this moment, the calm and very familiar voice came from his ears. His tone of voice: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty. When I recommended my brother-in-law to enter the palace, I thought he was a jewel covered in dust, but in fact it was mud that could not support the wall——Since he has already said so, Your Majesty might as well say break his heart."

"Teacher Wu Ya said the same thing..."

Hearing the words, the voice that spoke first seemed to chuckle, and then gave orders without hesitation after a while.

"From now on, demote Wu Ya as a palace servant and stay in the cold palace to clean the courtyard."

He tugged at the corners of his lips, and finally smiled silently. The corners of his eyes were a little red because of the cold, but no tears flowed out, "Minister, please thank you."

Two?

"Brother love!"

In a peony garden full of lush and well-proportioned low trees, where lavender, pink and other colors can be seen everywhere, a soft and hesitant voice sounded, with its back turned to the person who was tending flowers and plants. Hearing the sound, he immediately turned around, revealing that fair cheek that was too delicate and beautiful compared to other men.

Seeing clearly that the person standing in front of his courtyard at this time is his childhood sweetheart fiancee, the man in a somewhat worn-out shirt looked happy, and immediately stepped forward to grab the visitor's slender hand, and asked with a smile: " Shan'er, why are you here?"

The person who came was a beautiful woman with a graceful face and a jade-like family. Looking at the man who was walking towards him quickly, her eyes dodged a little, but she was a little panicked in the depths: "Brother Qing, is Shan'er listening?" Said one thing, this is..."

The man didn't notice her abnormality, he just thought she was just here to see him, he immediately led her to sit down, and turned around to move the flowers: "Shan'er, sit down first, the white peonies I planted are blooming today, I'll go move them." Come and see!"

"What time is it, you are still planting peonies!" Hearing these words, the woman seemed to be hit on the head by something suddenly, her beautiful cheeks twisted suddenly, Huo stood up and looked at the peonies. The man's back shouted, "Peony Peony Peony! You know your peony flower—your brother is right...you only have that broken flower in your heart, and you don't have me at all!

"Shan'er?" Seeing the woman contorting her cheeks, staring at him tremblingly, and thinking about what she said just now, the man's face suddenly darkened, and a deep hatred flashed between his brows, "You went to see Wu Yatuo?"

Hearing this, the woman immediately took a step forward: "He is your biological brother, and I am your fiancée, why can't I go see him?!"

"Birth brother?" As soon as the four words came out, the man sneered instantly, raised his hand and smashed the copper flower scissors on the ground, his eyes were cold and filled with hatred, "I'm just a lowly bastard, but I can't stand up to Wu Ya He is the legitimate son of the clan! There are no brothers or sisters, so don't mention him in front of me!"

Hearing the man's stern and non-negotiable tone, the eyes were full of hatred, the woman's complexion changed again and again, and after a long time, she finally managed to pull out a smile, concealing the glint of disgust in her eyes, and turned softly. Changed the topic: "Brother Qing, Shan'er didn't come here this time to quarrel with you, and I don't want to see what kind of peonies you planted! Shan'er just... just wanted to ask you... the successor that Brother Wu Ya said... What follows..."

"What successor! How dare he tell you such a dirty thing!" Hearing the word 'successor', the man's expression changed immediately, as if he had suffered a great insult, and at the same time, his eyes flickered with worry , quickly stepped forward and grabbed the woman's wrist, and promised in a low voice, "Don't worry, Shan'er, you and my childhood sweetheart, I will never listen to him, let alone be that disgusting successor, I will definitely marry you—"

The woman's head hangs lower, and she can't see her expression clearly at all, but her voice is pitiful: "But... But Brother Wu Ya said, Wu Ya

Shi has already reported your name, and the emperor has already allowed you to enter the palace... My family also wants me... want me to withdraw from your marriage...

"

"What?!" The man felt as if struck by lightning when he heard the words, the blood color faded from his face immediately, and there was a bit of anxiety on his face, he hurriedly argued, "Shan'er, we can't divorce the marriage! I... We have been childhood sweethearts for so many years, Me too... I really like you too, and I have always wanted to marry you as my wife. After you marry me, I will never take a concubine and let you be wronged. I will love you forever.....?

"Brother Qing, don't get excited, Shan'er knows your heart." This time the woman didn't wait for him to finish speaking, she raised her hand slightly and shook it back.

She grabbed his palm, as if to comfort him, but when she raised her face and smiled, there was no smile in her eyes, only some hidden deep sarcasm, "Since Brother Qing won't withdraw from the marriage Shan'er is relieved... By the way, didn't Brother Qing say that the pot of white peonies is blooming? Brother Qing, why don't you move it here and show Shan'er..."

This time, when he heard that the woman wanted to see flowers, the man who was just waiting to show his fiancée suddenly calmed down, nodded with a smile and went to find the flowers that should be brought. After a stick of incense, he came back with flowers and was about to speak , but saw that the woman had already made tea at this time, and she looked at him with a smile and handed it over.

"Brother Qing, let's have a sip of tea. These are flowers that Shan'er picked herself. I don't know if it's good or not?"

The man took a sip of the tea, only to find it fragrant and pleasant in the mouth, subconsciously put down the cup in his hand, and was about to lower himself down to embrace the flower branch beside the woman, but suddenly his eyes blurred one after another, and he felt something was wrong in his heart , but before he could say anything, there was a long and endless darkness in front of his eyes.

Wu Yaqing suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the shabby-looking bed curtain that was close at hand, she was a little dazed for a while, and it took a long time to wake up, slowly propped herself up and got up, choking on the nightmare Live in one breath and disperse.

Even though he has been relegated to the role of a cold palace servant, he has been freed from that nightmarish night for nearly a month, but he still occasionally has the dream of the day before he entered the palace—the lover who was supposed to be his zither and melody, But he betrayed overnight for power and money, shamelessly betrayed him to Wu Yatuo, and let him be carried to the emperor's dragon bed like a living tribute.

But so what?

It's just this body, even if it's just dust trampled by people... He will never let those people get what they want.

Just when there was a cold smile on the corner of his lips, and he lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, the female officer who had been serving Wu Yaqing since entering the palace looked at him timidly, and stepped forward to help him up a little embarrassed. .

"Miss, you are awake."

Wu Yaqing glanced at her lightly, and looked at the window frame of the wooden house, which was completely different from when she first entered the palace. It looked old and damaged, but it was much more comfortable, and her voice was low.

"I'm no longer an empress, just a lowly palace maid. Don't call me that in the future."

She was originally a little court lady, but she was promoted to a female official because she served Wu Yaqing, and now Li'er, who followed Wu Yaqing and was demoted to an ordinary court lady, immediately opened her eyes and hurriedly responded: "Yes...Young Master. "

"Have you ever arranged something for today?"

"Back to Young Master, someone sent a message yesterday evening, asking Young Master to prune the flowers and plants in the imperial garden today, which should be the Peony Garden and Peach Blossom Garden in the west."

Hearing the voice of a girl who has been used to serving her for a few days, Wu Yaqing felt a little disappointed, but her eyes flickered subconsciously when she heard the word "Peony": "Peony Garden... "

The sun was high and it was lunch time.

The bright sun is hanging down the eaves, and the faint fragrance is blowing away with the breeze. Clusters of peonies are blooming along the cobblestone road. A slender white hand is slowly unfolding, and one can clearly see the snow-like skin on the skin. The light blue blood vessels, and slightly blue, are touching the fingertips on the soft petals.

"Ling Baixue..."

He lowered his head slightly, staring at the soft eyes of the flowers, and holding a pair of golden scissors in the other hand, and was about to lower down to cut off the small branches next to the snow-colored flowers, when a man's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. shouted loudly.

"Bold! What are you doing?!" A figure came in a hurry, wearing a light blue Confucian shirt, with an aura like a gentleman, but seeing his movements at this moment, he was a little out of breath, and he stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, "What is this?" The most precious Lady Snow in the peony garden is about to bloom, how can you cut the branches and flowers at will!"

Sensing that the man was going to grab her wrist, Wu Yaqing subconsciously moved her body and was about to struggle, but who knew that the man seemed to be armed with martial arts, so she couldn't dodge it, but was grabbed even tighter by him, and she was angry in her heart Immediately rose, his eyes were cold and he raised his hand to pick up a ladle of well water for watering flowers at his feet, and hit the man's face head-on. Withdrew his hand back and stood up.

"Since I dare to cut the flowers and branches, I naturally have a way to keep the branches and flowers alive without ruining this precious Ling Baixue. What's more, I was ordered to prune this peony, even if I really cut this pot It is also my business to cut the precious white peony, so why do you care?!"

"Hey, wait!"

Seeing the man finished talking like a cannonball, then turned around and was about to leave, the man in the blue robe seemed to suddenly regain his composure, wiped the water on his face, and a gleam of interest flashed in his eyes, Stepping forward, he raised his voice and said to his back.

"Well... what you said just now does have some truth, so it's considered... I offended you. I... am the head guard of the garden here, and I always come to see flowers when I am on duty. I just saw you cut flowers suddenly I just got angry, and now I will apologize to you—but since I have already apologized, you can't be angry with me."

After his words fell, the person with his back turned didn't stop, and the man in Tsing Yi had no choice but to catch up quickly, trying to continue talking.

"That... At that time, my mother and my younger sister both liked peonies. My mother liked the black 'Moyu', and my younger sister liked Mrs. Bai Xue the most. I secretly left some flower seeds myself, and I also kept these peonies in the house. , but no matter how I do it, the peonies don’t bloom well, so I always want to find someone who is good at growing peonies to help me.”

When he spoke this time, seeing that he still didn't intend to stop, the man in Tsing Yi spoke with a bit of sincerity and seriousness.

"Look, the white snow peony in the imperial garden bloomed very well last year, but the gardener here can only make it the same as before. This year's buds are even reduced by half. If you can handle this pot of peony, can you Teach me? It's not just this pot of Mrs. Snow White, if you can cultivate 'Moyu', I still have some flower seeds..."

The man in Tsing Yi murmured, his eyes became soft and a little bit sad when he mentioned his mother and sister, but when he was immersed in his own thoughts, the person with his back to him had unknowingly stopped. Although he didn't respond to him, at least his attitude was somewhat relaxed.

"My name is Ajin, what's your name?"

The person standing not far behind him raised his face, looked at the person who finally stopped in front of his eyes, his handsome eyebrows finally flashed

A faint smile.

"If you change your mind and want to teach me, tomorrow is still this time, and I will wait for you here."

Three?

"...what are you always looking at me for?"

The faint sunlight sprinkled from the sky above the head, fell on the peonies that were unfolding their flower buds, and on the person who was squatting in a cluster of snow-colored peonies, earnestly pruning the branches and smiling sideways, when he finally stood up He got up and put down the golden scissors, but he was looking at a pair of serious jet-black eyes, and he couldn't help frowning slightly and asked.

Leaning in the gazebo, the man still wearing a blue Confucian shirt held the corners of his mouth, his words were careless, his eyes did not move at all, but his expression became more serious: "I am not looking at you, I am just looking at Peony. .”

Wu Yaqing, who had been stared at him for a long time, looked at him for a long time, finally moved his eyes helplessly, brushed his fingers over the snow-white petals of the peony beside him, and said with a low snort: "Since we are looking at peonies, why don't we look at them?" Don’t come down quickly! You always talk but don’t move, when will you learn how to grow peonies!”

Hearing this, the person sitting in the gazebo stretched his body, his face became a little more lazy, he shrank back like a big cat in the sun, tilted his head and replied with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes My fault, it's not that the sun is shining well, I want to be lazy for a while..."

Wu Yaqing looked at the face that became more and more handsome under the sun, and couldn't help but narrowed her eyes slightly, then suddenly turned away from looking at him, lowered her head and continued to pick up the peony at her feet, as if she didn't notice that the man was getting more and more serious. The eyes, and the soft and warm arc of the corners of the lips, gradually became a little lost in thought.

In the blink of an eye, they had known each other for more than a month.

Since the two met in the imperial garden on that day, the next day was still in the middle of the day, and the person who was sitting in the gazebo and waiting was suddenly awakened by the breeze, and when he lowered his head, he saw a person squatting at his feet. Looking down at the few pots of dying peonies that he moved, it was the Wu Yaqing that he had seen yesterday.

It was also from that day that they met each other in the imperial garden every day. At the beginning, Wu Yaqing just looked down at Peony, and almost turned a blind eye to the man in Tsing Yi, until he finally stalked him half a month later. He talked to Wu Yaqing, and occasionally Wu Yaqing had already responded with two sentences, but there were still few words.

But even if he said little, every time that person spoke in an impatient tone, he would still feel a twitch in his heart, which turned into deeper curiosity, and tried every means to test the person's bottom line, even if it would make him angry It should also be a kind of fun, and every day will be different because of it.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" When he finally moved out of the gazebo and squatted lazily beside the man tending the flowers, he was keenly aware of a gaze looking at him from time to time, and instantly turned his face to look at me. Seeing that person's complicated eyes, subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, and smiled, "Is there something on your face?"

Wu Yaqing lowered her eyes, and snorted coldly when she answered the wrong question: "As stupid and lazy as you are, you probably won't be able to learn how to grow peonies in your whole life."

Hearing this, the man in Tsing Yi frowned immediately, his lazy energy flashed by, he stood up and said angrily: "How can you say that! I'm just a little lazy, I'm not stupid, okay! Although Snow White is now I can't take care of Madam and Moyu, but the other peonies in the Imperial Garden are blooming so well, and I owe it all to me!"

The person squatting next to him turned his head away, finally amused by his aggrieved tone: "Slick tongue."

The person in the blue Confucian shirt was stunned by what he said, and he sat down again angrily. He raised his head and stared closely at the person's white and beautiful cheeks that became more and more beautiful under the sun. He seemed a little uncomfortable when he saw the person When I got used to leaning slightly to avoid his gaze, I was a little uncomfortable.

Consciously recalling the cold look on that man's pretty face when they met here for the second time.

"These are the two pots of peonies you cultivated yourself?"

He was looked at with such cold eyes, glanced at the miserable state of the pots of peonies at his feet, and couldn't help coughing twice in guilt: "...Yes, something...something is wrong, isn't it?"

"It's more than wrong." The man stopped looking at him after saying this, he could only pretend to sigh pitifully, and quietly rubbed over to be scolded, but was gouged out again, "After a while In the past few days, if you keep doing it the same way as before, all these peonies must be dead!"

As for one day when he came late due to something, he finally got to the gazebo and was about to explain, when he was scolded bloody by the person who had been waiting for him: "Why didn't you come here this time? If you didn't mean it If you learn this, you don't have to be hypocritical in the future, it's better to smash this peony right now, and break your thoughts!"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing deeply, and listlessly fingered the peony flower in front of him, scribbling the snow-white petals with his fingertips, obviously in a careless manner when the person around him found out, and that person couldn't help but smile slightly. frown

"Okay, why are you sighing?"

"I was wondering... are you always so strict when you talk to others?" His fingers stopped for a moment, and a little disappointment flashed across his still lazy face, "Recalling this period of time , I followed you here and there to learn how to serve peony, but I was scolded and threatened a lot. Could it be that I look different from ordinary people, so that you can't help but want to scold me when you see me?"

Seeing the man's sluggish appearance, Wu Yaqing couldn't help squinting her eyes again.

"I do not know either."

The man in Tsing Yi turned his head, his face full of doubts: "Huh?"

What do you mean?

"If you can sum it up in one word, it's eight words." Wu Yaqing looked at him for a moment, then turned her eyes away again, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and her words remained calm, "As long as Just looking at it, I feel like I need to fight."

The man in Tsing Yi suddenly looked like he was about to cry, and he tugged at the hem of his clothes inexorably: "What are you talking about, can you give me a little face..."

Wu Yaqing spent a lot of effort but didn't shake off the piece of brown candy, so he could only let him drag his clothes on the ground, hummed softly and finally stopped struggling, but he didn't see that he was pulling his sleeve at this moment. The man in Tsing Yi has an inexplicably soft gaze in the deep and complex.

The sky was getting dark gradually, and even the Hall of Mental Cultivation in the imperial palace was pitch black. The maids serving the lanterns on both sides immediately stepped forward, just letting the faint lights illuminate the size of the place, and they kept guarding the entrance of the hall, walking back and forth anxiously The eunuch in purple robe finally saw a blue figure approaching from a distance, and couldn't help but stepped forward to salute with a happy face.

"Slave sees Lord Long Live!"

Wearing a blue Confucian shirt with some soil on the sleeves of Nanjin, and holding a pot of freshly planted green peonies in his hand, his expression was very relaxed. He raised his hand and handed the peonies to the purple-robed eunuch, signaling He hugged him tightly and didn't fall down: "Okay, everyone said don't put on those vain gestures, come quickly and help me move the peony!"

The purple-robed eunuch knew that Nan Jinxu didn't know why during this period of time, and suddenly began to like planting peonies. Now these peonies are all the favorites of the Lord Long Live, so he immediately shook off his whisk and bowed in response: "Oh, this peony! How dare you work long live to move, you guys

Those who have no eyesight, hurry up!Long live Lord, you let go, you are a body of ten thousand gold and cannot be tired..."

Nan Jinxu patted his sleeves, fixed his eyes on the green peony for a moment, as if remembering something, suddenly lowered his face and ordered in a low voice: "Immediately move all these peonies to my bedroom, and keep them safe." Well, don't let anyone see it, and don't touch anyone without permission! Including those endless women!"

The purple-robed eunuch responded again and again, knowing that this meant not letting the ladies in the harem know about these peonies, he hurriedly waved his hand to signal the little eunuch behind him to hug the peonies, and he hurriedly brought the little eunuch and other guards who were holding peonies towards him. Walking towards the apse, it took a while to re-enter the Hall of Mental Cultivation with a teacup in hand, just in time to meet the emperor who had changed into a pale golden brocade robe with dragon patterns and was sitting behind the table, slightly frowning and approving the memorabilia on the table.

"Teacher Wu Ya didn't come to court today, is there any news?"

Hearing this, the purple-robed eunuch immediately handed over the teacup, and replied respectfully: "Return to Your Majesty, according to reports from the spies, the poison on Taifu Wu Ya's body has been committed again, and the people of the Wu Ya family are ready to send him back to the snow-capped mountains." , probably won’t come back to the imperial capital during this period of time.”

"That's good." Hearing the news that Wu Yatuo had left, the emperor nodded in satisfaction, slapped the memorial in his hand on the imperial case, and looked over suddenly, "What about the things I asked you to check a few days ago?" ?”

Carefully presenting the secret letter that was prepared early in the morning and sealed with yellow brocade: "It's all here, please have a look." When Nan Jinxu lowered his head to open the secret letter, the eunuch in purple couldn't help taking a step forward, Looking at the emperor's face for a while, remembering what happened during this period of time, and the emperor's expression of running towards the imperial garden with increasing interest after a few days of downfall, he felt terrified for a while, and lowered his voice to test.

"Your Majesty, forgive me for talking too much, you have already demoted that one to be a palace servant, but Lord Wu Ya doesn't care about this person at all. Seeing that one is an unfavored concubine, even if you want to If you want to use that person to do something, I'm afraid they won't be able to shake Wu Ya's people, so it's better to favor the newcomer..."

"Wei Hai!" Before he could finish these words, Nan Jinxu suddenly raised his head, his eyes were as sharp as lightning, "When did you dare to talk too much about my affairs?!"

Wei Hai didn't expect that the emperor's face would change just because of such words, and he was secretly startled, as if he had glimpsed something terrible, and immediately knelt down with a plop: "I don't dare! Your Majesty, please forgive me! This slave is only a moment." Confused..."

Beside the imperial case in the resplendent palace, the pale gold sleeves were flicked fiercely.

"Get off!"

The eunuch in purple robe didn't dare to be negligent this time, he hurriedly stood up and retreated: "Yes..."

"Wu Yaqing..." His eyes once again fell on the confidential letter in his hand, skimming over the rows of small characters, the pair of already deep eyes became darker, and the thin red lips were completely blurred. Slowly rising in the darkness, "So...you entered the palace like this, no wonder you asked yourself to be a slave. How can you bear such a betrayal with your rebellious nature..."

He suddenly relaxed, lit the contents of the secret letter under the candlelight, and threw it into the copper basin at his feet. Thin lips: "Come here."

A black shadow fell down in an instant: "The subordinate is here."

Without raising his head, the emperor wrote two names on the paper with his left hand, and threw it over with his sleeves: "Tomorrow at noon, I will invite Da Jin's relatives to a banquet, and two of them will have a banquet in the palace. I will find an opportunity to invite them to the royal garden."

"Subordinates obey."

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