[Comprehensive] It is not easy to be abandoned

The east wind puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain.BMW carving cars are fragrant all over the road.

On the night of hundreds of flowers, Shunzhi wore a sapphire blue Shu embroidered dark Sihe Fu word Confucian robe, a black felt hat inlaid with Hetian white jade, and walked on the bluestone street with his hands behind his back. The roadside was full of colorful lanterns. Clusters of flowers seem to be blooming in their most beautiful style tonight, competing for splendor and excitement.

The beautiful scenery of such flowers blooms, attracting tourists to linger endlessly.Literati and scholars leisurely hold fans, some in groups of three or four, or alone, with a chic and unrestrained appearance of poetry; laugh.

"Looks like it's the right time for me to come out this time." Such an image of a prosperous world, the prosperity of the country and the peace of the people, made the smile on Shunzhi's face even bigger, and the depression in his heart was swept away.

Wu Liangfu followed closely behind carefully, looking around from time to time, for fear that someone inconspicuous would bump into his master, listened to him, and answered jokingly: "If the master didn't work day and night, how could there be such a scene?" ?”

"You can talk." Shunzhi laughed and cursed, and asked, "Where is that poem, let's go and see."

"I heard that it's on the other side of the Guanyin Temple." Wu Liangfu wiped his forehead. The crowd was so crowded that his rich body was soaked in sweat. He pointed at the surging crowd and said, "Look, these scholars and talented scholars should all go to the poetry meeting."

Shunzhi nodded and walked with the current.Not long after, I saw a clearing filled with lights and festoons and a fragrant fragrance, which was already overcrowded.There is a high platform in the middle, and there is no one at the moment, it should be that the time for the poetry meeting has not yet arrived.However, both sides are full of charades and lanterns, and the couplets are long silk. If anyone responds properly, he can win the pot of flowers in front of him, which is very elegant.

"This flower is a bit wild." Shunzhi walked around casually and smiled softly.

"Our palace... doesn't have any flowers at home. If the master is happy, he can enjoy the flowers like this when he has time." Wu Liangfu secretly kept it in his heart, wondering if he would find a suitable opportunity to have a few flowers with him when he went back. Let me mention it to you: the one from Kunning Palace is always mentioned, and the one from Jingren Palace who has always been favored cannot be left behind, and the one from Xiyuan is also important...

Shunzhi responded indifferently, and suddenly pointed to the plain white seven-petal orchid not far away, and said to himself: "This Youlan is not bad." The pattern of Su Lan, this orchid, looks very suitable for her.

When I got closer, I saw that there were already seven or eight scholars standing in front of me, either contemplating or discussing in low voices, but all of them were frowning, thinking that they had already sunk here before.In front of the table and chairs beside him, sat an old man with gray hair and beard. His blue-gray Confucian scholar robe seemed to have been worn for some years, but it was ironed extremely evenly.

Such a disparate situation made Shunzhi even more curious.I saw a piece of plain silk pasted on the front of the seven-petal orchid, and there was a line of excellent Dong style calligraphy: where was Confucius in the 27th year of Duke Zhao.

The extremely simple eleven characters stumped many scholars.

Shunzhi also frowned.At first glance, this question seems very simple. Confucius' trips were nothing more than Qilu.But after thinking about it again, I feel that such an answer cannot stand scrutiny.In his mind, he kept flipping through the collections of classics and histories that he had read thoroughly. Suddenly, he thought of a word and felt enlightened. He asked the old man loudly, "But Qilu and Wu?"

The old man was a little drowsy, dozed off with half-closed eyes, opened his eyes suddenly, looked Shunzhi up and down, and asked, "Why is this?"

How did the scholars not know that the seven-petal orchid was no longer destined for them, but such an answer made everyone confused, where did the land of Wu come from?Unavoidably, they looked sideways at Shunzhi.

Shunzhi pondered for a moment, organized his words, and was about to speak, but heard a delicate voice behind him: "There is a saying in the "Book of Rites", that the eldest son of Yanling Jizi died and was buried between Yingbo, Confucius went to watch Burial. Do you think so?"

Looking back suddenly, I saw a woman in a smoky purple flag and a moon-white vest, with a prickly smile, standing gracefully under the fiery trees and silver flowers, she nodded slightly at Shunzhi, and then glanced at the quietly charming seven-petal orchid, It was a pity and sad, "I heard that there was a plain seven-petal Cymbidium in this poetry meeting, but I didn't want to rush, but I still missed it. Perhaps, the little girl really missed this Cymbidium."

"I really admire this girl's heart and kindness." Shunzhi admired sincerely, "Although I also like it, she is more beautiful than an adult. Presumably the girl is a person who cherishes flowers. This seven-petal orchid can attract the girl's attention." Such a great talent is also a beautiful thing.”

"How is this good?"

"Why not?" The old man watched for a long time, and suddenly laughed out loud, "Although the old man's question is not very subtle, it is more strange. I thought I should return without success tonight, but I don't want to encounter it again." Two people. The two answered one by one, and the clothes are seamless. This young man appreciates the flowers, why doesn't the young lady accomplish this elegant thing?"

Talented scholars and beautiful ladies have been a beautiful thing since ancient times.Although the scholars did not have the chance to get this seven-petal orchid, they were able to witness it with their own eyes, and it was even more exciting to make a good story.

"Young Master, Wu Yunzhu is very grateful for such a concession." Under the sentiment of everyone, Wu Yunzhu saluted, "I will take good care of it, and I will not disappoint my kindness." It is even more glittering, full of joy and joy, so that people can't help but feel happy after seeing it.

Back in the palace, Shunzhi still couldn't hide his good mood. He praised Wu Yunzhu's talent, and couldn't help but said to Wu Liangfu: "She is really a rare woman. Tell me, what kind of family should she be to be able to raise her? So smart?"

"I can't say this slave, he should be an excellent family. However, in the eyes of this slave, only the emperor's talents can meet such a girl." Wu Liangfu said, but he was thinking in his heart What method should I figure out to find out the family background of this girl's family.

Shunzhi didn't know Wu Liangfu's small plan. At this moment, he was still immersed in the joy of meeting his bosom friend again: "I thought that Concubine Jing's talent was already excellent, and it was hard to compare her talent, but I didn't want to. There is also a dark cloud bead!" However, the dark cloud bead is like a shy spring flower, with Xiaojiabiyu's beauty and grace in every frown and smile; Concubine Jing, however, exudes a quiet and peaceful peace, just like the bright autumn moon, which makes people forget. vulgar.

Wu Liangfu's movements were extremely fast, and within three to five days, he found out every detail of Wu Yunzhu.This inquiry made him dumbfounded, like a basin of cold water poured on his body, his heart felt cold: How could it be Prince Xiang Fujin?

Shunzhi has always been casual, as a sister-in-law and a family member, occasionally, he would summon Wu Yunzhu in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.Wu Yunzhu is gentle and thoughtful, but also proficient in writing and ink. She can not only paint with brush strokes, but also sing poetry, which makes this afternoon without time much warmer and more comfortable.

On this day, after Wu Yunzhu was sent away, Shunzhi still stayed in front of the case, admiring this picture of buffalo resting with wet ink, the more he looked at it, the more he thought it was very good.He is a cow, but he doesn't think that Wu Yunzhu is also a fellow. It's just that when he writes, the cow is mostly working hard, but he doesn't want her to find a unique way to draw this leisurely buffalo.It's a pity that the sky is getting dark and we can't keep her to talk freely. Shunzhi felt a little regretful, but after a second thought, if he could sit in the meditation room and listen to her comments, it seemed to be a wonderful thing.

Put away the picture scroll, excitedly ran to Xiyuan.

Meng Guqing was pruning flowers and branches in the yard, saw him coming in without thinking, and before he had time to salute, he was dragged into the house: "Look quickly, how about this buffalo picture?"

Meng Guqing frowned and glanced at him, saw that he was carefully unfolding the scroll on the desk, so he moved closer.Amidst the blue sky and white clouds, two buffaloes were resting in the field. They raised their heads contentedly, looked at them full of vigor, lowered their heads, and followed them closely, never leaving.Not far away, there was a thatched hut, but no farmers were seen, as if there were only two cows in the world.

Every line is very fine, with just one glance, one can tell that it was made by a woman.After Meng Guqing thought for a while, she knew that Wu Yunzhu who frequently entered the palace must have done it, but she didn't know whether what she painted was a cow or a human.Turning her head to look at Shunzhi, she was still delighted, her eyes were full of anticipation, which made her helpless and funny, this cow, I don't know when it will be enlightened, and it can understand the beautiful woman's mind.

Thinking leisurely in his heart, he suppressed a smile and said: "The painting is a good painting, but it's a pity... this cow, if it doesn't know how to put its head down to work, it will only be so lazy. What's the use of the farmer asking for it? Is it possible? I have to pay for it." The person who is called the head of the ox has personally experienced everything?"

Shunzhi stagnated, but he couldn't refute, so he had to go back to Qianqing Palace in dismay.

"Your Majesty, do you want to frame this painting well?"

"It's just a random look, what's the fuss?" Shunzhi threw out a sentence sullenly, and threw the scroll to Wu Liangfu, "I need to worry about such a trivial matter? Then what do you slaves do? "But I made up my mind in my heart, I must convince that damned woman once.

After a few days, he showed up at Jingxin Zhai holding a newly acquired scroll.

The old god Shunzhi was sitting on the main seat, watching Meng Guqing open the scroll and start to read.It is said that no matter whether it is a lady in the boudoir or a woman in the back house, they are all very sought after and happy.Come to think of it, she should also like it.

Unexpectedly, Meng Guqing's face darkened: "What is the meaning of the emperor? Is it the king of the world? Are you looking forward to going back to someone's yard, or do you also want to find a matchmaker to pick up the mandarin ducks for you?" Spectrum?" What was she, who actually scooped up a copy of "The Romance of the West Chamber" to present as a treasure, and looked so complacent that she really wanted to throw the book on him.

After what she said, Shunzhi was also a little embarrassed. He wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start. He rubbed his hands and said awkwardly, "You really don't like it?" He really didn't give up.This time, he clearly prepared well. He first found Wu Yunzhu, and then mentioned a few words to Concubine Tong. He was obviously very happy. Why did he become so angry after changing Concubine Jing?

"What does the emperor call his concubines to like?" Meng Guqing only felt the corners of his eyes twitching, and forced himself to suppress it, but saw that he still looked confused, and he had a severe headache. This good Lord Shunzhi, why is he such a man? Look, "The cowardly and useless Zhang Sheng, or the naive and ignorant Cui Yingying who doesn't know the five grains and sufferings? What's more, that matchmaker girl who doesn't have the slightest respect to make troubles?"

Her voice was clear and peaceful, her lips were slightly curled up, and a very faint smile surfaced, her phoenix eyes flicked lightly, a half-smile, half-sarcasm, half-sarcasm.

Shunzhi was speechless, but in his heart he felt that what she said was very reasonable.In matters of marriage, what matters is the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker. If you really have the heart, you should come to the door to ask for a marriage. Wouldn't this kind of private exchange ruin the innocence of the girl's family?

Could it be that I was wrong again?

Meng Guqing didn't know that Shunzhi would reflect on himself, and still despised him.Ganqing is still an emperor who likes the West Chamber, so it's no wonder that he would forcefully accept his sister-in-law and dislike Jiangshan and beauties.

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The author has something to say: ugh. . .Deng Hua is a fool, she just saw that there are cute things after the waste, she is happy.