Zhen Guo Princess GL

She seemed to have had a long and big dream, and in the dream, she returned to her youth, wandering lonely but with few worries in the Tai Chi Palace.Important or unimportant people in her life left her one by one in the dream, so the deep palace became more and more lonely, while she became younger and younger.

Before she woke up, she already vaguely knew that this must be a dream, after all, there is no long-lived emperor in ancient times.But when the dream is not awake, there is always a little hope in my heart, looking forward to what if I am that one.But the people around her did not allow her to continue this dream - her ministers, her youngest daughter, her adopted youngest son, and Wan'er.

She lowered her eyes to look at Wan'er, and Wan'er pulled her hand out of her hand, and gently supported her on her shoulder—this movement was something Wan'er didn't dare to do half a year ago, but now she does it calmly and naturally, as if she was born with it It should be so—— said: "Whether the concubine is willing or not, does Your Majesty know?"

When she heard the word "Your Majesty", she squinted at Wan'er. The little thing became bold, and pressed her back on the bed, covered her with a thin quilt, bent over and bowed, and played in a very decent format: "The concubine comes from a humble background, and there is nothing wrong with her." Thanks to His Majesty's kindness, he is a talented person who was promoted to Ye Ting. Now he is dressed in purple, wears a golden tortoise, enters a chariot, and lives in a place of honor. Everything I have is dependent on Your Majesty. I wish that Your Majesty will live forever, and this concubine will be rich and honored. It also follows for a long time, if there is such a thing as longevity in the world, why would you not want to follow it?"

The little thing is angry.She actually felt a little strange and a little guilty, so she stared deliberately, pretending to be a little annoyed and said, "How do you know if you haven't tried it before?"

The little thing's hand pressed down on her, causing her to withdraw her hand unconsciously, and grabbed her other hand: "Your Majesty ordered my concubine to accompany me to take the golden pill, did my concubine ever refuse?"

Thinking of the beauty of that day, she involuntarily glanced at Wan'er's neck—it was not counted during the day, but after taking the golden pill at night, her heart was full of fire, and it was inevitable to be lingering for a while. After waking up the next day, Wan'er There were many red marks on her neck and body, she had worn several layers of clothes, but she was still exposed, she couldn't see it, she stretched out her hand and poked it a few times, Wan'er blushed, and the color of that part of her neck also changed. The spring flowers are more delicate, and the breasts are more colorful——for some reason, a small scar appeared there. She suspected that her eyes were dazzled, so she stood up with her hands on her hands, and stretched her head to look at Wan'er. Wan'er dodged away and lowered her head. Said softly: "The illness is cured, let's calm down first."

She frowned, stretched out her hand and pulled off Wan'er's skirt, and most of the little thing's shoulders and chest were exposed. She blushed for a moment, but she still didn't forget the past, and said solemnly, "Your Majesty." You are recovering from a serious illness, so don't indulge in your internal affairs." She looked closely and saw that there were also deep and shallow scars on his body. Little blemishes, extremely eye-catching.

Wan'er finally understood what she was looking at, the blush disappeared suddenly, she lowered her head and said: "Your Majesty, the princess and my concubine have this strange symptom in the middle of April, I think two of us live in the palace, one lives outside the palace, eating habits , are very different, the only thing in common is that they all took the golden pill, so the princess gave birth to the heart of investigation."

The scar three inches above Wan'er's heart and near her chest is the largest, dark red, with a hollow in the middle, forming a shallow pit. She stroked the small pit with her fingertips, feeling a little annoyed inexplicably, and pressed hard on the scar. Press, muffled: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Wan'er remained silent, just lowered her head and closed the clothes, not letting her see, she felt even more guilty—she had this disease, so she never asked Wan'er to touch the shirt, she had something on her mind, and she never paid attention to Wan'er— —Sweeping around, I saw brush and ink on the table in the distance, suddenly came up with an idea, stood up impatiently, walked to the table, saw black ink, white linen and two fine brushes, Wan'er blamed her behavior, She followed behind and called "Your Majesty?" She ignored her and hurriedly searched around for a while, but luckily found a set of cinnabar.I hydrated the sand by myself, dipped the pen into the vermilion, tried it on the palm of my hand a few times, and the adjustment was just right. Fang pointed to his seat and signaled to Wan'er: "Sit down." Wan'er was about to decline, but she had already sat down Going down, she uncovered Wan'er's skirt with one hand, squinted her eyes and lit cinnabar, and painted carefully on the chest: flower heart, filaments, and petals.After drawing, ink is applied to the edge to draw out a little calyx.

Her painting skills are not as good as calligraphy, but it is not bad. She has carefully outlined each stroke, and squinting, she also has a bit of similarity. Then she picked up the brush and drew flowers in other places, and then painted With ink, it turned into a plum blossom. She looked at the painting again and again with some pride, and led Wan'er to show it in front of the mirror: "How is it?"

Wan'er blushed at first, looked at the mirror for a while, then blinked mischievously, took a pen from the desk, lit cinnabar, reached out to lift her lower skirt, raised her eyebrows slightly, and slanted her eyes slightly, With a questioning expression on her face, she hesitated for a moment, finally nodded lightly, tilted her head to look sideways, and saw Wan'er half-kneeling next to her in the mirror, with her face on her thigh, holding a pen and ink, He carefully sketched two plum blossoms on her legs, and after painting, he blew on them for a long time. When the ink was completely dry, Fang pulled her and turned around, facing the mirror, pointing to his chest and her legs. Shang smiled lightly: "Although we failed to go to the eternal life together, we both suffered from the disease of longevity and got the flower of immortality together. Isn't it a blessing?"

In the mirror, the plum blossoms are like two clumps of juxtaposed stalks. She looked at the plum blossoms, stretched out her arms, hugged Wan'er, and smiled softly: "If so, why don't you ask someone to paint a picture of the two of us, although people can't live forever. Immortal, but paintings can last forever in the world—how?”