Favorite Concubine [Rebirth in Yuanchun]

This early winter, Jia Yuanchun was imprisoned in a stable.

On the day when the accident happened, there was chaos in Taisun Palace, and many soldiers in red armor poured in with halberds. She knew that they were the emperor's personal guards.

She entered the Taisun Palace as a female historian back then, and it was less than two months until the day when the accident happened. Looking at the palace ladies who were escorted out by the soldiers, she still didn't recognize the faces of some people.

There were frightened and uneasy faces, and the cold movement of the slight clash of weapons.

Two guards with knives who looked like little commanders politely "invited" her to the imperial garden.

On the way, I met a concubine, a concubine who was only related to Jia's mansion in legend.

The two guards who were escorting her avoided the side of the road, and the concubine's Luanjia walked slowly past, followed by Luanjia's nanny as she walked past Jia Yuanchun.

"Ask about His Highness raising troops." The nanny said so.

Jia Yuanchun forced himself to look over calmly, and the old nanny looked straight into the distance, walking away without changing his expression.

Walk along the narrow corridor between the high walls, keep walking and keep walking...into a palace with high walls on all sides, walk through a barren garden, and come to a row of low wooden houses. It's an abandoned stable.

Jia Yuanchun never knew that there was such a dilapidated and dark place in the majestic Forbidden City.

"It's here." The guard said, pushing open the crumbling wooden door, and a musty smell was blown up by the wind.

Jia Yuanchun was pushed into the door, and she stood on the threshold like a fool, listening to the sound of the two guards locking the high door after they left, she couldn't believe it: Taisun Dian, That was the most noble place in the whole world except Qianqing Palace yesterday, and it was trampled and looted just like that.

She's only thirteen, she'll be fourteen after the new year, and she's a very, very, very young girl.

From the Duke's House to the top of the Forbidden City, Jia Yuanchun never thought that such a day would come.

She held on to the door frame, shivering from the cold.In the early winter weather, white mist could already be seen in her breath. She was brought directly from the Taisun Hall without adding any clothes; but the Taisun Hall was as warm as spring, and the precious silver charcoal was constantly burning day and night; But in this dilapidated wooden house, even the edge of the thin door panel is bleak.

Jia Yuanchun put his trembling hands on his cheeks, not only to keep warm but also to calm himself down.It would be better for her to be imprisoned here alone than to be sent directly to Xinzheku as a court lady; the old nun's words, "Ask about His Highness's rise of troops"—maybe that was the reason why she was imprisoned here.She stood up straight, turned and walked into the house.

Turning his gaze, Jia Yuanchun almost screamed.

Wearing a black cloak, the grandson of the emperor was half lying on the "wooden bed" by the window, with one hand on her bent left knee, and her eyes were looking at her quietly.

The windows are small, and only a few inches of sunlight pours in.

So the emperor's grandson was half in the light and half in the dark.

"Your Highness." Jia Yuanchun didn't know whether she was sitting or kneeling, but she could hear the uneasiness and fear in her voice.

Even if she was assigned to the Taisun Palace as a female historian, the Huang Taisun is still a figure who is too far away from her.During the two months, the only time she met with the emperor's grandson was to follow the crowd to greet him a few times from afar.I'm afraid, among so many people, the emperor's grandson didn't pay attention to her existence at all.

However, the emperor's grandson recognized her.

"Jia Nushi." He read like this, still looking at her calmly.

This is the first time that Jia Yuanchun heard the emperor's grandson talking so closely. His voice is really pleasant, like the light sound of broken jade lingering on thin ice, with a sense of rhythm; moreover, the emperor's grandson His Highness actually remembered her.

Even in such a situation, Jia Yuanchun still felt a little excited.

His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun was still looking at her.

Jia Yuanchun didn't know what he wanted to see from her, maybe it was such a special situation that gave her the courage to look back suspiciously.

The young girl's face was like a clean and beautiful lily, with undisguised confusion between her still immature brows and eyes, and a faint fear flowing in her clear eyes.

The cool air entangled from the ground to her kneeling legs, and Jia Yuanchun shuddered cleverly.

Finally, the grandson of the emperor withdrew his gaze, "Get up." As he spoke, he also stood up, and it was only then that Jia Yuanchun saw that the wooden bed under him was actually made of two boards on top of three chairs.

"Open the door, I don't like the smell in this room."

Jia Yuanchun breathed hot air into his hands shortly, not daring to disobey the emperor's grandson's wishes, and hastily pushed open the old wooden door; as soon as the door opened, the cold wind came in and hit her head-on.

Jia Yuanchun, who could be regarded as being pampered and raised, shivered.

A warm thing covered her head.

Jia Yuanchun subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold it down, and realized belatedly that this was the cloak worn on the palace of the Empress Dowager just now.

The thick and smooth black fox fur still carried the temperature of His Royal Highness, and the faint scent of ambergris on his body.

"Your Highness, the courtiers are terrified..." Jia Yuanchun opened his mouth halfway, and stretched out his hand to take off the cloak.

"Clothes, it's not cold." His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun strode to the other side of the wooden house, where there was a small table, complete with pens, inks, papers and inkstones, but crude.

Jia Yuanchun didn't know what to do, he hesitated for a moment, and carefully moved three steps away from the emperor's grandson; seeing him unfolding the paper, he tentatively moved to the table, and started to grind it as silently as possible.

She had finished grinding an inkstone, but His Highness the Emperor Taisun did not write a single word.

She raised her eyes quietly, feeling regretful in her unrepentant heart: such a figure as His Highness, how could anyone be so cruel as to let him live in such a house, how could someone watch him frown and remain indifferent; What kind of words are you going to write? It's so embarrassing.

At that time, Jia Yuanchun still thought that she would be released soon, after all... His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun is also here.Although deep down in her heart, she also faintly felt that this matter was very serious.

Someone came to deliver meals at noon and at night, but the four of them put down the food box outside the door without saying a word, knocked on the door three times and left quickly.

At night, the temperature drops even lower.

Jia Yuanchun thought about curling up in a corner and spending the night. The "wooden bed" naturally belonged to His Royal Highness, after all, he was the master.

Encountering a catastrophe, the emperor's grandson was neither depressed nor grumpy. From the time Jia Yuanchun saw him until the night, his mood has been improving; from the very beginning he hardly spoke, and even smiled when he was eating at night .

When Jia Yuanchun was about to sleep in the corner, the emperor's grandson smiled at her and said, "Do you want to go treasure hunting?"

What?

When Jia Yuanchun followed the emperor grandson to the stable with a small kerosene lamp, he still felt confused.

It has been abandoned for a long time, and there is no bad smell in the stable.

The grandson of the emperor, who used to be under one person and above ten thousand people, ran in and out three times in a row that night, and moved the piles of straw from the stable into the cabin, and made two soft and warm beds.

After moving the straw into the house for the last time, the emperor pinched the roots of his ears that were red from the cold, and jumped on the spot several times with his eyes closed.

Such a move has almost never happened since he can remember.

Jia Yuanchun was simply... stunned...

The two looked at each other and laughed together.The emperor's grandson laughed at himself, laughing loudly; Jia Yuanchun laughed at him, bowed his head and lowered his voice, laughing and holding back, holding back while laughing.

After laughing, Jia Yuanchun quietly looked at the gentle side face of the emperor's grandson, and unconsciously got closer in his heart.

The days slipped by day after day, but no one came to invite His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun out.

A month passed, and Jia Yuanchun felt that she actually liked this kind of life a little bit.

Following the emperor's grandson, she found that the world was much more interesting than she had imagined.

One day, when the emperor's grandson was walking around in the yard, he found many earthen pots, large and small, in the trough of the stable.He called Jia Yuanchun together, carefully selected several earthen jars, lined them up outside the wooden house, filled them with water at different heights, and tapped them with silver chopsticks.

He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound. With his earnest concentration, everything became alive.

Jia Yuanchun watched it curiously.

The emperor's grandson increased and decreased the amount of water in the earthen pots, and changed the order in which they were placed. After a while, when he tapped the silver chopsticks from left to right in his hand, there was a complete musical sound.He opened his eyes, met Jia Yuanchun's adoring gaze, raised the corners of his mouth a little triumphantly, and using both hands, knocked out a tune, and said in his mouth: "In the first month, the plum blossoms bloom, the spring snow falls, and the willows are seen in the spring light." tip..."

She was listening intently, when suddenly she saw the emperor's grandson stopped, with silver chopsticks and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I only heard this sentence when I went to Shandong that day, and the rest is gone."

It's like when you're swinging on a swing, you just push people up, but don't let them fall down.

In the past month, in this small courtyard with only two people, Jia Yuanchun and the emperor's grandson have become acquainted a lot, so at this moment she can laugh and say: "Your Highness, let's compose a song."

"Is this female history persuading the grandson of a country to compose a ditty?" The grandson teased her.

Thinking of the situation here, Jia Yuanchun was afraid that he would think too much, and when he was about to divert the conversation, he saw that the emperor's grandson had continued to knock on the earthen jar without any care, but it was no longer the cheerful tune, the tune was passionate, faintly revealing the relationship between gold and stone. Sound, "...Contemplating silently, thinking for thousands of years; moving quietly, seeing thousands of miles away. While chanting, there is the sound of spewing pearls and jade; before the eyebrows, the color of wind and clouds..."

A snowflake fell slowly.

Jia Yuanchun stretched out his hand to catch it lightly, the first snow of this winter has come.

The author has something to say: T^T I thought about it a lot in the middle of the night last night... Finally, I made myself cry stupidly...

After I started coding today, my face became "O(∩_∩)O, I started coding, Hao Xinghu" and gradually changed to "(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻I want to change the [-] !!!”