old friend song

In the winter of Lu Di's fifth year in the palace, a heavy snow fell suddenly, and the world has never been so white.Walking on the snow-covered corridor, the similar blizzard when she was 12 years old was vividly remembered. She lowered her head and watched the footprints stretching between the narrow and long palaces, as if the long road away from home had no end.

The eunuchs who walked in the front had been in front of the imperial court for many years. They made mistakes and were reprimanded and could only take care of miscellaneous chores. There was no room for arrogance, so they were full of anger, cursing and urging them since they stepped out of the Changle Office. The musicians came from humble backgrounds and had feasts before them, so they could only swallow their breath and follow behind, struggling to keep pace on the snow that did not reach their ankles.

On a good day for a banquet in the palace, no one dares to be late and suffer bad luck. When everything is related to life, everyone becomes cautious. The little musician who is usually the most neglected to practice and playful also did not sleep a night, repeatedly tuning and testing. Strings, and Lu Di is just lucky to be a musician who plays the flute, which saves such trouble.Lu Di had been in the Changle Department for five years, and it was an embarrassing situation. He was not up to the status of an older musician, but he had more seniority than the juniors who had just arrived for a year or two. The important timbre in the ten music, coupled with her never saying a word of silence, the chaotic intrigues have never affected her peaceful palace life, fame and fortune and future are not the turn of such a transparent person.

Like this quiet Luoxue, she came to the palace quietly, and she will also quietly turn into silent water, no matter how dry it is, there will be no trace left behind.

The daughter of a guilty minister originally had a tragic fate of dying in the extreme north after being exiled. Now she is lucky to get this peace. Lu Di understands that and doesn't want more.

There are two worlds inside and outside the Xuanqing Palace. Stepping from the cold to the warm, the musicians seem to walk from the severe winter to the warm spring. Everyone hastily moved their fingers that were almost frozen. Before their bodies warmed up completely, the emperor took the harem with them. After being seated and prostrating, the dancers and dancers took their seats, and the banquet began with the sound of silk and bamboo.

The emperor's new favorites are extremely beautiful and beautiful, and the old lovers are not inferior. Everyone is beautiful, but none of these people can compare to the new face sitting next to the emperor.Even though Lu Di didn't care about world affairs, he still had a pair of ears that could hear voices. Everyone was talking about this woman, Concubine Chen, who only entered the palace for a month and made the king never set foot in other concubines' palaces.

Her noble background, almost coquettish beauty, and flamboyant behavior are all excellent conversation materials for people in the palace after dinner.

Lu Di missed Concubine Chen's canonization banquet in the wind and cold a few days ago, and today was the first time she saw the most beloved woman at the moment.

With just one glance, one can tell that all favors and rumors are not fabricated out of thin air. Such a woman appears in the court just to dominate the harem and make the emperor sink.Concubine Chen Feng Junluo is the only daughter of Marquis Ben Wu. She was born a hereditary nobleman. She grew up surrounded by thousands of pets. She stepped into the palace from home. She should live a life full of stars. At this moment, she is snuggling tightly in the arms of the emperor. Among them, the eyebrows and eyes are a bit drunk, and the coral palace dress is gaudy for others, but it complements each other perfectly on her body, making Hong Jiao under the June window bow her head in shame, her appearance is not overwhelmed by this brilliant color Live, but even more enchanting, there is always a pool of spring water in the eyebrows and eyes, the corners of the lips are smiling, not painted but red, the stunning beauty and beauty often written in books must be nothing more than this.

Because of her snuggling, the emperor always turned his head sideways after a banquet, and couldn't tolerate others anymore.

Lu Di sat in the back row of musicians, hiding himself.She has been in the palace for five years, and there have been no less than a thousand such banquets, but every time old faces disappear and new faces join, this is the most common thing in the palace.

At this time, the sound of her flute suddenly beat quickly, and the girl playing the sheng next to her glanced at her, and kicked her calf with her kneeling foot, but Lu Di didn't notice it. The silver-studded jade hairpin was out of breath, his blood became cold, and he forgot the familiar fingering.

This hairpin was bare and didn't even have tassels, it was simple and clean and bent into a simple arc, and the jade was half-wrapped in old, warm and thick sterling silver, revealing a touch of emerald green.It is incompatible with the rich and colorful attire of Concubine Chen, and it does not look like the decoration that a favored concubine would favor.But that's not why Lu Di was shocked.

Why?Why did it appear on Concubine Chen's head?

When she was in a daze, she missed a good show.

The few concubines, perhaps secretly hated the concubine Chen for being favored by the concubine Chen, and because the emperor had nowhere to vent their favor, had no choice but to hurt some of the lower concubines with honeyed swords. After scolding, the emperor recovered from his gentleness, and frowned impatiently.

Longyan was furious, and the sound of silk and bamboo stopped suddenly. Lu Di came back to his senses and hurriedly knelt side by side with other musicians.

Everyone knelt down, from the noble concubine to the humblest maid, only the concubine Chen in the emperor's arms was indifferent, she seemed to know that the emperor would not scold her for her rudeness, and peel off the tribute with ivory hands The purple grapes were delivered to the emperor's mouth, and she smiled a little gloatingly like a little girl who saw a funny prank, and acted like a baby to let the emperor eat it.

"Your majesty, don't be angry." Her voice was soft and gentle, the emperor's expression eased, he swallowed the grapes between her fingers with a smile, the juice of the grapes was hanging on his beard, Chen Concubine Feng Junluo wiped off the crystals with her fingertips.Even the most dignified and prudent Concubine Xian frowned at this scene, "Your Majesty..."

"Since everyone is here to listen to the music and watch the dance, and to drink and have fun with the emperor, don't disappoint..." Concubine Chen yawned, and before the emperor could open her mouth, she rushed to say it. However, the emperor didn't mean to blame her, but comforted her. He patted the back of her hand lightly, "Yes, I don't want to watch spoilers today."

The emperor of the dynasty was nearly fifty years old, and the ambitions of his early years had long since been worn away by time, and he was tired of the hard work of the day after day. Now that he has a jewel in his heart like Concubine Chen, he pursues love and extravagance. The fire was once again ignited by this stunning woman. Rather than saying that the emperor loved Concubine Chen, it was better to say that he was obedient.

Concubine Xiangui was so blocked that she couldn't speak, who would dare to do it again, everyone sat back to their seats silently, some were mourning, some were indignant, everyone was sleepy, the silk and bamboo played again, no matter how hard the dancers tried their best Don't let them show their sad faces again.

But Lu Di's eyes still lingered on the jade hairpin on Concubine Chen's temple. Not Zhong Zhong's favorite concubine, but another girl who had been forgotten by the deep palace, sitting there quietly, smiling at her.

A few crisp clappings interrupted the hallucination.

Concubine Chen gracefully walked down the steps, the musicians put down their instruments, and the dancers hurriedly retreated. Feng Junluo stood still in the hall and bowed gracefully to the emperor. It’s not good.” One sentence scared the maikos into a cold sweat, and they knelt down tremblingly.

"Then what do you want? It's all up to you." The emperor waved his hand to make the maikos who got in the way retreat.

"I do a dance, does the emperor want to see it?"

As soon as this remark came out, many people's expressions changed, and some people even whispered a bit of obscenity. Lu Di didn't know if Concubine Chen heard it, because she turned her head and smiled as brightly as a peach, as if she knew some secret, mischievously, This childishness did not contradict her charming appearance at all, and the smile did not disperse. She turned her head and looked at the aloof emperor, "These people play together, vulgar and ugly," she turned back, lightly lifting her small jaw, "That flute player, you come."

Standing up and walking over, Lu Di felt that her whole body was as numb as her feet after sitting for a long time. The musicians stared at her, and the concubines stared at Concubine Chen. She couldn't help but look at the jade hairpin before she bowed her head. The silver arc evokes the pain in her heart, and it is proudly inserted in the hair bun as thick as a dark cloud, so close to her, so far away.

While she was still wandering, Concubine Chen Feng Junluo had already brought an octagonal golden bell tambourine from a musician nearby. The small drum was tightly stretched with colorful python skin. The golden square bell trembles and rings, and the eight bells together make the sound broken and crisp.

Concubine Chen looked at Lu Di from top to bottom, not a strange look, but a gaze that Lu Di couldn't explain clearly, "Can you play "Xinzhou Song"?" As if acting like a baby to the emperor, Lu Di nodded, looked at her hair unconsciously, and forced himself to bow his head, "Get up." Feng Junluo's words were like a thin quilt in deep sleep, without weight.

The flute reaches the lips, the air turns to the bamboo, and the sound overflows, slower than the tide, faster than the spring rain, slowly pushing away the stagnant atmosphere just now.If it weren't for the flute moving Jinghua, Lu Di would not be able to enter the palace to serve as the daughter of a criminal minister. She only has this little talent and the ability to settle down.

Miraculously, when the sound of the flute sounded, Feng Junluo's coquettish attitude also disappeared. She stood quietly, like a bamboo in the wind, thin and lonely, and like a butterfly against the wind, tremblingly stretched out her soft wings, raised her hand and looked sideways at Lu Di, her eyes are tender and tender, but Lu Di only sees a faint green in the silver light on her head.

The sound of tambourine, flute, and the desolate "Xinzhou Song" between the two women's lips and wrists turned into a sad and unsatisfactory tune.

The emperor sitting on the high place was immersed in the dancing posture of the concubine Chen, and there was a gleam of light in his cloudy eyes. Feng Junluo didn't look at him from the beginning to the end, but he still greedily looked at the swirling flaming red, wanting to see her beautiful erratic, but afraid She flew away.Feng Junluo's gestures are not pretentious, and she is not like ordinary concubines who only stare at the emperor to seduce when they dance. She seems to be fulfilling an extremely solemn entrustment. From her fingers to her ankles, every movement is delicate and cautious. She is no longer a precarious threesome. A willow branch of the moon, a gust of breeze can soften her slender waist. At this moment, she is like a white calamus blooming by the pool, not willing to be swayed by the frivolous wind. Only when the lake waves are rippling, she trembles slightly. The petals reveal their fragile tenderness.

The bell was crisp and melodious, and she followed Lu Di's playing step by step. At the end of the song, Lu Di suddenly saw Concubine Chen's smile opening to her, and the emperor clapped her hands. Before she could distinguish the rest of the smile, she hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed. Fortunately, she didn't come out just now. Don't make mistakes, otherwise, when life and death are wandering, no one knows what Longyan's joy and anger will bring.

After escaping the catastrophe, Lu Di's back was covered with cold sweat, and if he tried to find the trace of the hairpin, both it and its new owner had disappeared.The eunuch shouted that the banquet was over, ladies and gentlemen please, everyone knows who the emperor hurriedly drove with and whose palace he went to, and no one wanted to stay in this sad place, people walked less and less, playing the zither The little virtuoso patted Lu Di on the shoulder to bring back her lost soul. She nodded, thanked her, and left with everyone.

In the early morning after a sleepless night, the eunuch delivered the decree earlier than sleepiness.

The eunuch smiled and praised Lu Di's superb skills. Yesterday, he had become a big celebrity in front of Concubine Chen. The emperor asked her to come to receive the reward as soon as the emperor left in the morning.

This kind of thing had never happened to her before, and the transparent Lu Di suddenly became the hottest figure in the Changle Department. From the moment she walked out of the room to the moment she followed the eunuch to leave the door of the department, everyone's eyes followed her. She walked awkwardly and uncomfortable. Vaguely harboring doubts and uneasiness.

Yongjia Palace is the most magnificent palace in He Palace. Passing through the cascading courtyards, the eunuch stopped in front of the inner gate of the main hall and beckoned her to go in alone. entry threshold.

Qian-colored cloud gauze is like morning mist and water vapor, piled up in front of the eyes hazyly, exuding a crisp and soft fragrance when it floats up, Lu Di walks in, the fragrance becomes heavier as he walks, the drapes become less and less, the concubine Chen is half lying down On the couch, Daiqing's tube top was only covered with a pale pajamas that were thinner than the clouds in the mountains. The slender bones outlined the attractive jaw and collarbone. It's not cold, the moist pink is full of life, and the one with loosely tied hair on the head is the plain hairpin that makes Lu Di's soul dream.