Alternative Jianghu Adventures

Yan Hua put down the memorial in his hand, dressed in dark blue casual clothes, reached out to hold a teacup on the desk, and walked slowly to the door of the study.

The left and right attendants have already been retired by her—the past is really a terrible thing.

She was used to being followed by court ladies since she was a child, but after experiencing those short two years of wandering around the world, she was able to change the habit she had persisted in for ten years.And even after she returned to this huge palace, she could no longer bear so many people following her carefully anytime and anywhere.

Except for the hidden guards who were cultivated and selected from Shen Yuan Pavilion, she hadn't let anyone get close to her for a long time.

Staring at Du Juan outside the window, Yan Hua was in a daze.

"Rhododendrons and birds, what's the difference between resentment and beauty; full of blood from the mouth, dripping into flowers on the branches."

In my impression, this is a poem that the concubine mother often puts on her lips.However, the cuckoo bird is also the kind of bird that the mother concubine hates the most.

Concubine Mu... what kind of person is she?

Yan Hua tried to recall the woman who had blurred into a phantom in her memory, but no matter what, after so many years, there was only a woman in the empty guard palace left in her mind.

Compared with the beauties in the harem, a mother who got a name because of her father's accidental favor is not considered beautiful, or even mediocre.

No poetry, no beauty, she never loved this place, and never smiled at her daughter.

She once thought that woman hated her.

But she doesn't care—it can't be said that she doesn't care, it's just because she has no threat, no one hurts, and no one disciplines her. She is born with her own will and has always been good at entertaining herself.Lively temperament... At first it was to attract the mother's attention, but when it was found that it was useless, it became habit and nature.

... Things like disposition will change.

Just like her cognition, it will change.

The change took place on the day the palace was burned.

Although she was playful, she also knew that ordering everyone to gather together was an order that could not be refuted. Even though she was unwilling, she changed her clothes and prepared to go with her mother.

Yan Hua still can't forget that back view.

That woman slapped herself severely on the way there. She has always been a yes person, but uncharacteristically said a lot of curse words to her own daughter.

Xiao Yanhua was in a rebellious period at the time, so she ran away in a fit of anger.

It took a while for the palace man to be ordered by the woman to bring the little princess back.

When running away, Yan Hua looked back at the woman angrily - her back was straight, as always, without looking back.

Until now, Yan Hua didn't know how her mother got the news.Maybe she had the will to die long ago, so she became a pawn of Lu Kun long ago; maybe she got the news from a well-connected palace man because of her humble background; or maybe she just instinctively felt that something was wrong, so she made a mistake .

In any case, she, Yan Hua, was lucky to survive because of this action.

She still remembered that when she and Yan Chong were discovered by the people of Shen Yuan Pavilion, the bird that had just left the branch and turned its back on the sea of ​​fire.

It is the cuckoo that mother hates the most.

... The people in this palace have changed from one batch to another, but this cuckoo is like an inexhaustible thing, always dangling in front of my eyes.

People here can't go out, but birds...how can they have the right to come and go freely?

Yan Hua sneered, shook his head, and kept replaying the seals on the memorial in his mind.

——Your Majesty is over [-] years old, and the family, the country and the community should be the most important thing.

She and Ji.

In a few days, it will be the Flower Festival.

Yan Hua knew what this group of people were thinking.

She's not dead yet, so she's worried about what will happen after so long.

Yan Hua took a deep breath, the teacup in his hand trembled slightly, but after only a moment, he regained his composure.

Striding back to the desk, Yan Hua squinted his eyes, and lightly approved the word "yes" on the proposal of coming to the Huachao Festival with a Chinese ink brush.

As soon as I picked up the pen, the bird outside the window rushed in as if it had no eyes, flapped its wings, and knocked over the teacup on the desk—the light brown tea stains blurred the wet ink.

"...drops become flowers on branches." For some reason, Yan Hua remembered this poem again.

Either way.

People can't walk, so why embarrass the spiritual beings who are free in the world.

The cuckoo flew out of the window unconsciously, and Yan Hua sat down again, resting his chin and looking at the sky where there were no birds.

Turn around... Let's remove all the bird cages in the palace.

Yan Hua suddenly became happy for no reason, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Don't let the annoying things dangle in front of your eyes.

The author has something to say: I think someone will mention it, so I will write it.No one said anything else, and that episode came to an end.See you next time.