Uncertain Chang'an

In previous years, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, there would always be a banquet in the palace to enjoy with all the officials. This year, Yizhou was hit by a natural disaster, and a group of officials were disposed of. Only a family banquet was set up.

When Zhou Jinhe arrived in the hall, all the concubines, all the people in the Yan family, and Prince Gong and the princess, the only younger brother of Emperor Taiping, had already taken their seats. She went up to greet the elders, and talked to her grandmother for a long time before returning to herself. seat.The concubines were talking quietly, while Prince Gong chatted with Yan Qi.Prince Gong Zhou Miao is obsessed with poetry and songs, is a rare romantic talent in the world, has no intention of officialdom, but has a special liking for beauties and wine, and Yan Qi can be regarded as "like-minded".Princess Gong Lu Weitong is the younger sister of Prime Minister Lu Junde, and she was also a gentle and beautiful lady who was famous in the capital.The two men are talented and beautiful, and the gifted man and the beautiful woman admire each other, which has become a good story for a while.Zhou Jinqian, a descendant, was adopted in the fifth year of Jianping, and Zhou Jinggan, who was seven years old at the time, was adopted under the name of Emperor Taiping and established as the prince.

Not long after, Zhou Jinqian also entered the hall. He was dressed in a black brocade suit with auspicious clouds and dark patterns, his hair was tied up with suet jade hairpins, and his back was straight. He had grown a little after not seeing him for a few months.After saying hello to the elders, he sat down at the desk next to Zhou Jinhe, and said respectfully: "A few days ago, I was afraid of disturbing the emperor, so I didn't go to visit, and I hope the emperor will forgive me. Yizhou and the emperor are thin Quite a few."

"Is there anything to blame? It will be fine after a few days of raising it. It's dry. I haven't seen him in a few months and I've grown a lot, but I'm about to catch up with the emperor." Zhou Jinhe answered with a smile, but seeing that he seemed a little unhappy, he asked : "Why are you a little depressed? But something is wrong with your studies?"

Hearing this, he sighed, sitting upright and feeling a little sad, said: "Yesterday the prime minister visited me in the East Palace, and saw that the poems of the previous dynasty were on my desk, so he reprimanded me, saying that I, as the crown prince, How can you spend time on such obscene music..."

Although Zhou Jinqian is much more mature than his peers, he is still a child after all, and he will inevitably show his displeasure after being robbed of his beloved.

"You are a ruler and he is a minister. Even if he is justified, how can he reprimand you? Besides, Qian'er has always worked hard in his studies, and combining work and rest is the right way. It's okay to read the poems of the previous dynasty occasionally. The prime minister is a little fussy." Zhou Jinhe comforted him with a smile, and chuckled in his heart, is Lu Junde out of breath?Wu Yi is his cousin, although no evidence has been found, but they must have had a lot of shady activities, the prime minister can afford to run a brothel, she doesn't believe that he is a clean and upright person.I'm afraid that the prime minister would like her father to ride a crane, so that his nephew can practice Zuo. The god is young, and the court will not listen to him by then?The abacus was well done.

"Ganer, you have to remember that there are too many people coveting the things in our hands, and there may be uneasy and kind people around you, so don't tell others everything, remember?"

Although Zhou Jinqian was a little puzzled why Miss Huang suddenly said this to him so seriously, she still nodded and remembered it in her heart.The father and the emperor often said that the emperor was smart, and he wanted to listen to the emperor, and he himself liked the emperor.Huangjie is like a fairy, graceful and noble, and she always shares good things with her. She will not let him read all day long like other people. Every time she teaches him, she teaches him in a simple way. He thinks it is better than the tutors.

Emperor Taiping and Empress Yan arrived soon, and the whole family enjoyed themselves happily, but in the past two years, the unavoidable topic on such occasions was Zhou Jinhe's marriage.All the elders tried their best to persuade Zhou Jinhe to find a son-in-law quickly, but she had no choice but to perfunctory, which was not bad. Emperor Taiping once promised not to force her to marry, and now he can block it.After the family banquet was finally over, he breathed a sigh of relief and got on the carriage to go to his princess mansion.

The West Market, as always, was very lively with lights and festoons, and it was the festive season. Many people came out to play after dinner, and it was even more lively than usual.Different from ordinary people talking and laughing together in twos and threes, Yan Yan, a young man in brocade clothes, has a weak crown, with a strong bookish air, but there is an indelible haze between his brows.He looked at the Zhaixing Pavilion, where people were coming and going, and stopped after several steps. After a while, he finally walked to the door, and said to the boy at the door: "Wu Zhiheng in Jinling is an old friend with Miss Wen Yuan, and I still look forward to seeing you." Let me know."

"Okay, my lord, please wait a moment." The young man responded and went upstairs, and ran down quickly after a while, and smiled at Wu Zhiheng: "This way, my lord, please."

Followed him upstairs, and then went to Wen Yuan's room, opened the door and entered, Wen Yuan was sitting at the side, pinching the teapot with one hand, gently pressing the lid with the other hand, making tea into the purple sand cup, seeing him coming, put down the teapot with a smile and stood up, saying: " Mr. Wu, please stay safe."

Only then did Wu Zhiheng smile, and cupped his hands at her and said, "After a while, Miss Wen Yuan will still be so radiant and moving."

Wen Yuan smiled and asked him to come and sit down, and then asked, "What's the matter with Mr. Wu when you come to Beijing at this time?"

Wu Zhiheng didn't look directly at her, he lowered his head and took a sip from the teacup, and said vaguely: "Well... thinking about coming to Beijing earlier to prepare for the next spring..."

Wu Zhiheng got to know Yuan in Qiu Wei three years ago, but at the end of that year, his mother died of a sudden illness, and he stayed at home to keep his filial piety, so he missed Chun Wei the next year.Seeing him like this, Wen Yuan knew something must have happened, but if Wu Zhiheng didn't say anything, she naturally wouldn't ask any more, and quickly changed the topic.A Xiao went to the General's Mansion for dinner in the evening, and they made an appointment to enjoy the moon at the Wen Mansion later, and there was still some time left.

Wu Zhiheng was uncharacteristically absent-minded today.When Wen Yuan first met him, he knew that he was a hard-headed scholar who never lied and couldn't hide his thoughts.It's just that it's late now, and she doesn't have time to keep him distracted.

Wen Yuan got up apologetically, and said: "It's getting late, Wen Yuan has something to do at home, so I'll go back first, and Mr. Wu will sit here for a while? The wine counts as Wen Yuan invites you, and we will catch up with you in the future."

"Ah, then I'll leave too. I'll bother Miss Wen Yuan. I'll come back next time." Wu Zhiheng also got up hurriedly, said in a hurry, then turned and left.Looking at his back, Wen Yuan narrowed his peach blossom eyes that were always full of smoke, and suddenly thought: This Wu Zhiheng... probably has a story.

Wu Zhiheng hurried back to the house that his family bought in Beijing a few years ago. Lao Gao frowned, and just got into bed with his clothes on. He tossed and turned for a long time but couldn't fall asleep. He got up suddenly and opened the dark corner of the wall. Ge, looked at the things inside and sighed heavily, really didn't know what to do.

The capital city is still bustling and bustling, but the full moon has been as cold and high as usual for thousands of years, hanging in the dark blue night, only a few bright stars, standing near or far away, flickering and dark, silent keep watch.

Life is endless from generation to generation, Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

Zhou Jinhe retreated from the crowd, took off the heavy and luxurious headgear, changed into plain white, sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, pointed at the white jade pot, and poured himself a glass of wine.Raise your glass to invite the moon, and the shadows will form three.

She drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. The good wine was mellow and soft in the mouth, with a long aftertaste, but it was a pity that there was no one to share it with.Zhou Jinhe picked up the flute on the stone table, her eyebrows were soft, she caressed the characters engraved on the flute body, closed her eyes slightly, and played slowly.

Xiao Wudingben and Wen Yuan were admiring the moon in the courtyard, when they suddenly heard the familiar sound of a flute, the sound was lingering and sentimental, which made her stunned for a moment.Seeing her junior sister like this, Wen Yuan felt helpless and distressed, so she went back to her room to get the xun and handed it to her, and said softly, "Go."

Xiao Wuding woke up like a dream, but he didn't dare to pick up the xun in her hand, which made Wen Yuan a little annoyed and amused, so he stuffed it into her arms and said, "Go, I've been tired all day, so I won't be with you anymore " After finishing speaking, Shi Shi ran back to the room.Xiao Wuding looked at her back with complicated eyes for a long time, finally got up, turned over the wall, sat down cross-legged, and quietly looked at the people sitting in the yard.After a long while, he finally raised the Xun in his hand, and together with the sound of the flute, composed a song "The Complaint of the Concubine Xiang".

Falling flowers and leaves are chaotic, thinking about you all day long.The heart wants to be broken, the heart wants to be broken, and the teardrops add more marks.

Zhou Jinhe's heart was sad, and the sound of the flute was naturally sad and mournful, but the sound of the xun that came suddenly was like a gentle hand, gently caressing her heart.Xun and Xiao Xianghe, the melody is a little less sad and more yearning for love.Opening his eyes to follow the music, he saw Xiao Wuding sitting on the wall, also looking at her, with rare tenderness in his eyes.

After the song was over, she jumped off the wall, borrowed the power of the big tree by the wall a few times, and stood in front of her lightly, Xiao Wuding smiled and said: "Senior sister said that if she is tired, she won't accompany me, so I won't be with you." Please come here and ask His Highness for a glass of wine."

Zhou Jinhe couldn't help laughing, all the loneliness was swept away just now, put down Xiao casually picked up the glass on the side and poured another glass of wine, picked it up, propped his chin with one hand and said with a half-smile: "This is the imperial bestowed sweet-scented osmanthus wine, the general wants to drink it , something has to be exchanged.”

Xiao Wuding chuckled and said, "Please lend me a sword, Your Highness."

Soon someone handed over the sword, and she took it and put on a posture, and a sharp sword flower appeared in her hand, and the ordinary iron sword in her hand was as powerful as the Xuanyuan sword, walking around like a dragon shuttle , Hissing and breaking the wind is like a white snake spitting out a letter.

"The wind blows Gu Yue and steals Zhang Huatai."

With one move and one song, Zhou Jinhe seemed to be taken to the Mobei battlefield for a moment, cold and stern, yet full of pride.Xiao Wuding came back from fighting on the battlefield, so his sword dance is naturally unusual, each move is exquisite and beautiful, but it has a fierce momentum.When the long sword is unsheathed, it will return when it sees blood.She was stunned for a moment, the speed of the sword was dizzying, she didn't dare to be distracted at all, she was completely intoxicated by it.

"The general wields his long sword, and the shouts of the strong men move the nine walls. The victory is presented to see the Lord of the Ming Dynasty, and the painting is like a kylin platform."

After the last line of the song, the long sword went into its sheath, Xiao Wuding walked in front of Zhou Jinhe, her aura dissipated, she took the glass of wine and drank it all by herself, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Your Highness, for the good wine."

Before Zhou Jinhe recovered from the shock, the man had already drank all the wine in his glass when he came back to his senses.She smiled brightly, stroked her palms and said, "Share this jug of wine with the general tonight."

"That's it, thank you, Your Highness." Xiao Wuding was not polite, he put the long sword aside and poured wine for the two of them.

When they were young, their elders did not allow them to drink alcohol, so she and Chang An secretly made sweet-scented osmanthus wine and buried them in the yard, and made an appointment to drink together when they were older.She brought the altar of wine to Beijing, and now it is well kept, but no one has ever drank sweet-scented osmanthus wine with her on a moonlit Mid-Autumn Festival night.

The corners of Zhou Jinhe's mouth slightly raised and he looked up at the moon, his face was as usual, but something was different in his heart.

The author has something to say: The one I updated today is also sweet and cute hee hee hee [I read the exchange movie queens that have accumulated several chapters in the morning, don’t want to be so cute~]

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