Drunk old voice

Chunlanqiuju

The spring breeze is warm, warming the flowers and green grass, but not warming the wind in Prince Jing's mansion.

In the past few days, King Jing was busy with the delivery of the military affairs and preparing to go to Yuezhou for garrison. He had so many thoughts at once that he couldn't spare time to go to the Shengping Pavilion to soak up the wind.In addition, the concubine in the mansion was ill at this time, as a husband, she should not see other women at this time.

Having seen enough cold faces in the Ministry of War during the day, when he returned to the mansion, Prince Jing went to see the concubine, had dinner with her, and chatted with her about daily matters.

Consort Jing gave birth to a slender woman with a delicate face and a little makeup. She leaned against the table and ate a few mouthfuls of vegetables.

After recuperating for a few days, Wangfei's complexion improved a lot, but probably the soup and medicine had lost her appetite, and she ate very little. Prince Jing felt relieved, and finally her complexion was not as paper.He was going to leave Beijing again, but this time he returned to Beijing for only half a month, and he only had a few days in the mansion, so he couldn't help feeling guilty.Throughout the year, we spend less and less time together. Although the princess is not healthy, she can't be called weak, but she has been ill all the time. Prince Jing asked, "The princess didn't have spring cough in previous years, but she suffered from a cold before. "

"It's fine for my concubine. I had this symptom two years ago. I don't know if His Highness is not in the capital. It will be fine in summer." But the princess thought in her heart that if Prince Jing was not in the mansion for a long time, it would be as if nothing had changed. As in the past, she is still the same as before, but the long time can wear away all the appearances in memory.

"I was negligent, but I didn't know." Prince Jing really couldn't remember which spring he spent in Beijing, and the concubine never mentioned it to him, or maybe she couldn't mention it, after all, why should I write some trivial things in the letter.

"Your Highness is busy with business, so don't worry about it. Today, what's the matter?" Prince Jing usually didn't pay much attention to these trivial matters. Today, he cared so much about her, presumably he had something to discuss.

"Rong Jia, I'm going to Yuezhou again at the end of the month." I don't know when, or why, Prince Jing and his concubine chatted less and less day by day. Occasionally speaking, it was not about the mother and concubine in the palace, or about the mansion.The person is still the same, but the time when we were newlyweds who talked at night until dawn can never be found again.

"It's so fast. Don't worry, Your Highness, the concubine will take care of the palace." The princess didn't ask why, she just did her job well. In short, Prince Jing has never been favored, and she is used to running around all year round.

Prince Jing also wanted to talk to Wang Fei about the things that happened a few days ago, but found that there was nothing to talk about, only one sentence, "Then, thank you, Princess Wang."

"Your Highness, you and I are one, why bother to say thank you." The princess had already stopped her chopsticks, quietly watching the expression on Prince Jing's face.

For no reason, King Jing thought of Mu Feng in the Shengpingyuan Pavilion, and there was another unspeakable debt, so he could only say, "In the end, I owe you."

Prince Jing looked ashamed, the concubine saw it clearly, but there was no disturbance, in fact, everyone was always on one side, no matter how downcast Prince Jing was, he was still a prince and grandson, some things could not be discussed, and she didn't care what happened to him outside, she couldn't get past her left and right , It was just a long day of loneliness, after thinking for a while, the princess said, "Your Highness, then Your Highness, please give me a child."

Facing Wang Hao's unblinking gaze at him, Prince Jing didn't know how to express his distress, "Rong Jia, you don't have to do this." She is Wang Hao, how could he not respond to what she asked for.

In the following days, apart from being busy with official business, Prince Jing stayed with the concubine the whole time.I think that I and her have walked together, there are sunny days and rainy days, and we used to be husband and wife, loving and inseparable.I also know that the princess has not changed, and he has not changed, but the two places are separated by the sky, the south and the north, and they can't resist the growing estrangement of time, and they each fulfill their due obligations, leaving only occasional intersections.Whether it is good to have a child, it is unknown whether it can comfort the loneliness of the princess, or it can become a bond.

Seeing Prince Jing accompanying her every day, the princess felt as if she had returned to the time when she was newly married. At that time, even the air seemed to be filled with sweetness. After all, he had his own in his heart. paid.I can't help imagining with a smile from time to time, she doesn't ask for much, and having another child will make her life complete.

Respect each other like a guest and host, it has been a long time. ①

And another woman who had entanglements with Prince Jing also trusted him.After making an agreement with Prince Jing that day, Mu Feng's wandering heart has never been so stable.In the past, she just felt like duckweed, wandering in the world, no one knew where she came from, and she forgot about it herself.Now I realize that she has not forgotten, but dare not think about it. When meeting old acquaintances, although she can't recognize each other and dare not say more, she seems to have an invisible support and has the courage to let go of her hands and feet.

The only thing is that King Jing is always outside the capital and cannot see each other often. I am afraid that if we are separated for a long time or far away, it will fade away. It is necessary to leave a token. It should not be too eye-catching, but also remind you from time to time. a her.Many dare not expect extravagantly. It is enough to see each other once in a year and a half, send some thoughts, and recall the past.

After thinking about it, Mu Feng plans to make a purse, choose the fabric and wiring, and sew it carefully when he is alone early in the morning.Her needlework is mediocre, and she used to be impatient to learn it, but now it is not necessary, she simply sews and mends, which is enough.She also doesn't need tattoos, and uses tough dark-colored fabrics to make plain purses, with a few more partitions inside, and sizes according to the uses she can think of.With a lot of thought, it is completely invisible from the outside.

Not wanting that Prince Jing would not come for a few days, even Aunt Hong would ask her if she offended someone.Mu Feng felt that since King Jing agreed that day, even if he changed his mind, he would tell him face to face, and he would not let it go silently.

The ten-day period was coming to an end, and Prince Jing finally came.

I saw Prince Jing sitting on the main seat, without any food or drink, just looking at the beauties in the hall with blurred eyes, admiring Mu Feng and the musician's pipa, dancing for him.

Miao Wu's waist is weak, Zhang Tailiu and Zhaoyang Yan.

With moving eyes and tender cheeks, Mu Feng's figure and eyes are full of stories, firmly attracting people's attention.

Show off Yingying, gradually urging the sandalwood board.Slowly drooping the sleeves of the clouds, rushing towards the lotus steps, the appearance of advancing and retreating changes a thousand times.It's more than that, it's all about the country and the city, looking back temporarily, it's heartbreaking for thousands of people. ②

After dancing, Prince Jing decided in his heart that Mu Feng is really seductive and seductive, and he is just an ordinary person and cannot escape it.Swiping the musician away, she handed the jug of wine to Mu Feng. She took it without saying a word, drinking from the spout, waving her sleeves and twirling it lightly.The jaw is raised, the neck is slender, and under the cover of the sleeves, a beautiful arc is looming.After drinking it all, the jug fell, staggered, and fell into Prince Jing's broad embrace.

The beauty was slightly drunk, and the flowers were half in bloom. Even if he hadn't drunk at this moment, Prince Jing felt that he should be drunk.Embracing Mu Feng's soft body, he went to her room.

A sprig of bright dew and condensed fragrance, clouds and rain Wushan heartbroken in vain. ③

The author has something to say: ① It is taken from Song Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Poppy Poppy Uncle Zeng Lujian".

② Taken from Song Liuyong's "Willow Waist Light".

③ Taken from Tang Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao".