Frost flower is like a dream

Outside the central palace, there are clusters of flowers, all kinds of famous flowers are blooming in the garden, especially the pink and white hibiscus are extraordinarily delicate and beautiful, clusters are like clouds and clouds, and the fragrance is lingering.From the day the little princess was born, she added a bright and festive color to the palace. Even the king, who seldom visits at ordinary times, went back and forth between the Zhonggong Palace and Yongchang Palace every day, never tired of it.

From the moment the beloved daughter was born, the edicts issued by the royal palace have been spread all over the world one after another, pardoning death row prisoners, exempting taxes, releasing palace maids, lenient corvee, and almost pouring out everything to pray for her daughter.In my arms, she is so weak, with long eyelashes, delicate skin, two small fists clenched tightly, she always falls asleep day and night, how great it is to grow up quickly!Having a female companion can also relieve sorrow.

Wang Zhuan caressed the little princess's blessing, the little unicorn made of pure gold, with a long-lost smile on the corner of his mouth, "Aiqing! It's time to decide the title of the little princess! How is the lucky lin?" Pun, Wang Zhuan is very satisfied with this title!

"I also wish the little princess a peaceful life and a happy and auspicious life! A few days ago, I drew a picture of "Hundred Flowers Competing for Beauty" to celebrate the birth of the little princess! I was worried about my poor painting skills, so I dared to show my shame today!"

As an upstart in the imperial court, Xin Tun is in the limelight, and he drives in and out of the palace with the king's companion every day. He is also at the prime of his age, with a personable demeanor and a handsome appearance. He was originally a monk in Yuchuan Temple, and his Dharma name is everywhere. He hit it off, and since then he has been in and out of the palace to take charge of state affairs. He is called the national teacher, and he is also named Zhenpinghou. He is consulted on all state affairs.

An internal official had unfolded the painting a long time ago, and Wang Zhuan looked at it carefully, and "Hundred Flowers Striving for Beauty" was vividly displayed in front of his eyes, with bright and gorgeous colors, just like walking in a garden.It is by no means his humble words, the painting skills are proficient and have reached the pinnacle.

"Aiqing is being humble again! I will accept this painting on behalf of the little princess!" Wang Zhuan pondered for a moment, with a slight joy on his face, "Thanks to Aiqing! I have also thought about the baby name of the little princess! Aiqing's The title of the painting is "Hundred Flowers Competing for Beauty", and it is so beautiful! How about calling it Meiyan!"

Xin Tun clapped his hands lightly and praised, "Very good! Very good! The little princess will be more beautiful and beautiful than Baihua in the future, so charming!"

Hearing that his beloved daughter was praised, Wang Zhuan was delighted, he looked at the sun outside the window, sat here for more than half an hour, got up slowly, and entered the bedroom with small steps.The bright red hanging curtains and veils are particularly dazzling, and the queen's white dress is particularly eye-catching in the red glow. She is leaning on the agarwood couch, her long hair is scattered, and her face is dull.

"Thanks for your hard work, queen!" Wang Zhuan said a polite word very seriously.

Carefully carried the sleeping little princess into the cradle next to the queen, and stared at it for a long time.Looking up again, what he got was a look full of hatred, piercing his heart like a sharp sword.The queen's lingering hatred still persists, so why not him?The queen still has someone to vent her hatred on, what about herself?The sudden change in Hong Haizhen was unexpected, tormenting countless days and nights, as if he pushed Hong Lin into the sea with his own hands!Who can understand this pain?Who can I tell?

In the afternoon, the autumn wind comes slowly, adding a bit of coolness, adding a bit of sadness, blowing flowers all over the ground, rippling the lake surface, the blue sky, the lonely geese screaming, the sadness of autumn is everywhere!

Expensive Persian carpets, exquisite vases, and carved screens, all the furnishings in Yuqing's bedroom remained unchanged, only the soothing sound of black cranes playing the zither.Wang Zhuan's eyes were dull, he was wearing plain white clothes, and plucked the strings of the qin over and over again. Rather than being intoxicated by the rhythm, it's better to say that he didn't even know that he had a qin in his hand.Declare the world, personally pay homage, pardon the Marquis, enshrine the martyrs, give everything, why can't he heal the pain in my heart?

This dormitory always has his figure, every smile, every turn around, sometimes stubborn, sometimes lowered eyebrows, the faint fragrance in the hair, the unique breath on the robe...

Huang Neiguan slowly opened the palace door, leaned over slightly, "Your Highness, the national teacher is here to see you!"

The sound of the zither stopped abruptly, and Wang Zhuan resumed the sitting posture of a king, with all the emotional expressions on his crown-like face.Xin Tun changed into a sapphire blue brocade robe and wore a wide belt. He looked extraordinarily slender, with a powdery face, red lips and white teeth, and he was considered a rare handsome man in the world.

"Your Highness! This is the Servant Law that I have just revised, do you want to read it now?" Turning his eyes, two identical Xuanhe Qins were beside the king, and apologized: "I have disturbed Your Highness's pleasure! You should be punished, why don't you ask me to play the qin for you!" Looking at the words and expressions, Wang had no objection, and was about to hug the nearby qin, but was stopped by Wang Zhuan.

"You use a lonely qin!" Wang Zhuan pushed the qin to him.

Xin Tun was overwhelmed by the flattery, and took Wang Zhuan's zither with both hands, bowed in admiration, took a deep breath, and played it with what he had learned in his life.Sometimes it flows like a clear spring in a valley, and sometimes it rushes like a torrent of water; sometimes it is murmuring, sometimes it is clear and cold;

"Aiqing is so knowledgeable and talented!" Wang Zhuan praised, Xin Tun's piano skills are better than his own.

"I'm just an axe! How can you compare to Your Highness, who is good at calligraphy and has a wonderful pen!" Xin Tun respectfully put the piano back in its place. Although he was praised, he had doubts. He turned his eyes to the thick and colorful painting, " "Portrait of Sakyamuni Coming Out of the Mountain", "Efang Palace Picture" and "Boy Samantabhadra with Six Tusks and White Elephant" are all masterpieces handed down from generation to generation! I like this "Tianshan Mountain Hunting Picture" the most, this brushwork, this artistic conception! Sway freely, Majestic and majestic! It makes people sigh! I was born at an untimely time, and I was unable to witness His Royal Highness galloping with his bow!"

"Aiqing is overrated! Sit down!" Wang Zhuanru was indifferent, and even his tone became cold.

Xin Tun once again bowed down and thanked his seat. The air seemed to be condensed, and he could always feel a vague heaviness, which made people breathless. "There is one more thing, I beg Your Highness boldly! Your Highness will come twice." This is a humble house, and I feel that the hospitality is not good enough! It just so happened that my friend brought famous tea from Shuangxi Temple, so I dared to ask His Highness to go to Luoshan Temple to enjoy the scenery and drink the tea!"

"Shuangxi Temple in Hedong County?" Wang Zhuan's expression finally softened.

Xin Tun earnestly and sincerely invited, "Exactly! According to legend, the tea tree in Shuangxi Temple was planted from the east during the time of Queen Shande! It has been more than [-] years ago! Your Highness has never tasted this tea, and I dare not enjoy it alone !"

"It seems that I can't refuse this 700-year-old famous tea!" In normal times, even the 7000-year-old tea will not arouse his interest. Walking around the temples in the deep valleys may make him feel better. !Instruct Huang Neiguan to say, "Call Manager Hong to come in!"

Hearing Mr. Hong's three words, Xin Tun's heart sank, and his wishful thinking failed again. He wanted to accompany Wang Zhuan alone, but after all, he was not his personal guard. Mr. Hong is indispensable everywhere!The king's trust in him may still be higher than his own. It's really not a day, like three autumns!

Hong Lun entered in a hurry, and hurriedly performed the usual rituals. He came here excitedly, but when he saw Xin Tun, he was full of displeasure, "Are you looking for me?"

"Aiqing will go to Luoshan Temple tomorrow with Gu! The National Teacher has 700 years of famous tea, please let us taste it!" Ever since Hong Lun came in, Wang Zhuan's eyes never left his body, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You can drink tea that is 700 years old! Your Highness, that tea has turned to ashes long ago!" Hong Lunming pretended to be troublesome for Xin Tun, recalling that when he first came from Qingyuan, the king granted him titles and rewards. Incomparable, but in just a few months, he was actually robbed of the limelight by this monk.

Xin Tun had a disappointed look on his face. First, Manager Hong fell into the sea. In the blink of an eye, His Highness found another one.It's okay to say that the first one doesn't have a deep understanding, but this one is rude, arrogant and stupid, and his words are irritating and unreasonable. His Highness doesn't know what he likes about him!

"Don't talk nonsense! Get ready!" Wang Zhuan was finally amused, and he felt much better when he smiled.

Hong Lun gave a 'hmm', agreed, and walked out of Yuqing Palace. Han An and Lu Xuan, who were waiting outside the door, joined together. Just as he was about to arrange a task, he saw Park Shengji approaching from far and near, so he immediately had an idea.

"Hey!" This sound was a greeting, Hong Lun crossed his arms, and slowly swayed in front of Park Seung-ki without looking at him, "His Highness is going to Luoshan Temple tomorrow, you can make arrangements! Both of them will go. ! You can figure out the rest! You have to figure it out! Go!"

Pu Shengji was bitter in his heart. When he was elected to Jianlongwei, this man was probably still breastfeeding in his mother's arms!It actually climbed on top of his head!Anyway, he is a few years older than him, and at least he is still a deputy manager. He just talks like this. His elder brother used to be kind, but a new kid in Jianlongwei, where does he come from so arrogant?Immediately pushed back.

"Isn't this the task His Royal Highness entrusted to the general manager?"

"You're against me!" Anyway, Hong Lun was not going well today, so he simply used Park Seung-ki as a punching bag, "Why don't we go to His Highness to judge! Don't think that I don't know what you did! In the future Stumbling in the back, pulling you back! With your kind mind, can you do anything else besides seeing stitches and making small reports? Tell you, I am not my brother! Be smarter for me in the future!"

Park Seung Gi dared to be angry but dare not speak out, the other party was arrogant and unreasonable, he was a rascal!If you really want to make trouble with His Highness, you will not be the one who suffers!Ever since Hong Lin was killed, His Highness has spoiled this rascal like a treasure to the sky, thinking that he has no ability to compete with him, so he had to accept it first!

Just when Xin Tun came out of Yuqing Palace, Hong Lun immediately shifted his focus, and said disdainfully: "Singer!" Seeing Pu Shengji grinning secretly, he stretched out his hand and pushed him, "What do you mean?"

Park Seung-ki raised his eyes slightly, and said with a smirk: "It's nothing interesting! It's just fifty steps and a hundred steps!"

"Are you talking about me?" Hong Lun narrowed his eyes, and this guy surnamed Pu got into a fight with him.

"I'm not talking about you! It's obvious to everyone! How did you get the position of manager! Think about it for yourself!" Park Seung-ki returned the sternness, turned around and left.

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