Han palace chaos

The weather in early autumn is calm and peaceful.Gao Tian, ​​who is as clear as blue, shows a distant picture scroll.The clouds are soothing, and they come and go freely in the sky, which is peaceful and quiet.But the world at this time is far from this scene.

According to historical records, on the day when Zhao Yizhu entered the palace, "the summer and April are already dark, and the sun is eclipsed."

In fact, since Emperor Cheng came to the throne, he has been born with visions again and again.But although Emperor Cheng issued an edict saying: "Tremble with trembling, sincerely fear", he didn't take it seriously, let alone attribute this vision to the beauty who had just entered the palace.However, these strange celestial phenomena were discussed by the courtiers, and Emperor Cheng repeatedly prohibited them, and finally had to give up.

At this time, in Zengcheng's house, Ban Zhu was admiring the chrysanthemums transplanted from other places.Silk chrysanthemum wisps, fragrant and refreshing, the light yellow and slightly moist silk petals, as dense as cutting, the melancholy that is still in chaos, slowly lingering in her body and mind.Ban Zhu was wearing a large crimson skirt today, showing his graceful and mature appearance.While admiring the lonely Qiu Siju, she sighed softly. With her ice and snow intelligence, how could she not know the source of these visions all these years?

"A natural vision, could it be God's will..."

No way, no way.

It fell to the ground with a sigh, and the chrysanthemum trembled slightly.Suddenly, the palace people outside the door shouted: "Your Majesty is here!" Ban Zhu hurriedly led the maids out to greet him.

However, just as he stepped out of the threshold of Zengchengshe, Banzhu was startled by a strange fragrance.When she looked around in shock, she saw that the woman behind Emperor Cheng was actually her.

That beautiful smile is charming and charming; that graceful figure is comparable to Feihong; those affectionate eyes are charming and pitiful.She was wearing a fiery red long gauze dress, and her thin figure was like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, so pitiful, she clings to the handsome and mighty Emperor Cheng beside her, but she looks at her with a pair of warm eyes, and then looks at her Show a mysterious and beautiful smile.

Ban Zhu almost lost his mind for a moment, but when he regained his senses, Emperor Cheng had already walked to her side.

"How is Concubine Ai recently? The weather has been a bit cold recently, Concubine Ai needs to take care of her body." Emperor Cheng greeted him lightly, but his mind was not on it.

"Thank you Your Majesty for your concern, this concubine will pay close attention to it. It's just this woman..." Ban Zhu felt her body trembling. For some reason, she suddenly felt cold all over her body, and the cold autumn wind almost penetrated into her bone marrow.

"This is the elder sister of the widow, the dancer of Princess Yang'a's family. The widow saw that she has a lovely appearance and knows the rhythm, so I brought her to accompany my concubine. I hope that my concubine will not disappoint my good intentions."

Ban Jieyu lowered her eyes, feeling that the chill of Yiqiu had engulfed her body.Where does she have any room to refuse?

After sending Emperor Cheng away respectfully, Ban Zhu turned around, but the beautiful lady in red stood innocently by the window, with the corners of her mouth raised, meeting her cold eyes with a smile that was not a smile.The autumn wind blows from the wooden window, stirring up her dress, flying like fire, like countless red maple leaves dancing with the wind, blurred and coquettish.

"You are finally here." Ban Zhu said lightly.

As soon as the words were finished, the fiery red figure over there twitched the corners of his mouth, jumped over and rushed into her arms!

Ban Zhu felt a chill in her chest, which wet her skirt, is she crying?

Pain in Ban Zhu's heart, he stretched out his white and slender right hand, gently embraced the woman in his arms, caressed her thin body slowly, and then said to the maids in the house, "Go down first!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The maids backed away in response, but all of them felt anxious and uneasy, secretly speculating about the relationship between the Empress and this dancing girl, not knowing what was going on.

Red silk tents, the fragrance of chrysanthemums is far away.The pearl falls to the ground, the jade shatters and shines brightly.

For a moment, the entire Zengcheng House was filled with light and a warm fragrance.Ban Zhu sat on the colorful brocade mattress and began to adjust the strings of the zither, then lightly picked and twisted slowly, allowing the melody to slip out, giving off a rich fragrance.The melody is bursting, clear and moving, more like soft words of love, lingering and sentimental, every bit vibrating the heart of the woman in red.And the woman in red over there in front of her, her breasts were half exposed, her snowy muscles were full, her black hair fluttered like a waterfall, like a beautiful picture of a beauty, and then, her figure moved slightly, and she was already dancing...

Pian Ruo Jing Hong, like a dragon swimming.

"You are a phoenix, and I am a phoenix. This must be a fate cultivated thousands of years ago. I am willing to do anything for you, as long as you love me..." She was deeply infatuated, and she refused every sentence.

"Indus, this is just a dream. Giving up earlier will be good for you and me." She was unmoved and treated it coldly.

But she refused to listen, and the tears fell in the air along the arc drawn by her figure, spilling crystal tears all over the ground: "'Phoenix Indus', 'Phoenix Indus', why don't you admit that you also love Waiting for me?...I will never change, I will wait for you, until the day when I die..."

The zither sound stopped abruptly.Ban Zhu suddenly raised his head and looked at the dancing girl in red.At this time, her index finger—has also been cut by the tough string.Blood gushes out crazily, bewitching as fire, thick as ink, dripping on the zither like blood and tears.

The author has something to say: ...maybe too direct. .sweat