Should marry a concubine heart illuminating the moon

The eighth princess is getting married soon, and the palace is still orderly as usual.During Song Mingyue's days of thinking and thinking, the third day of March was only a few days away in the blink of an eye.Chen Guyue hadn't been here during the period, which was expected.I heard that after returning to Beijing, Chen Guoshi was so busy that his heels didn't touch the ground. The number of visits was arranged until the end of the year.

Unexpectedly, You Siyi from the Shangyi Bureau came to the door in person, saying that he was looking for the gentleman who sent the tailoring samples some time ago, and he came here this time just to ask for advice.When it was learned that the gentleman was Mr. Shen who was expelled from the palace by the Cai family, You Siyi, who was over [-] years old but still had a smooth skin, showed regret, and asked cautiously: "Then do you know where Mr. Shen is now?" place?"

Song Mingyue was secretly surprised, what kind of monstrous ability did Shen Yuxin have that could make this normally arrogant You Siyi feel bad?

Seeing Song Mingyue's troubled face and slightly shaking her head, You Siyi gave up completely and left dejectedly.Song Mingyue privately guessed that the imperial concubine must have had a hard time with the Shangyi bureau over the wedding dress, otherwise, based on Lu Ling's evaluation of the old lady who was mean and unmarried for thousands of years, how could she come to beg for help? ?

The youthful Song Mingjue felt ashamed of this, angrily criticized the concubine's vicious heart, dared not say anything publicly, and tortured the servants in private, the most vicious mind.The eighth princess's wedding is the face of the royal family, and the craftsmen are not the ones who will lose their heads when the wedding dress is not completed.

Song Mingyue took a sip of mung bean porridge. She swept the snow in front of the door and naturally had no time to care about the safety of others. She said lightly: "No matter how beautiful a beauty is, there will always be a day when someone will grow old. The women in the harem know it well. We all have to compete for the top and bottom, won't we lose all the plum blossoms in the Royal Garden, and even bring Zhao Huan in. If the surname Zhao is not still nostalgic, can she let her mess around?"

Song Mingjue remained silent, put a chopstick of pickled vegetables into his mouth, chewed them twice and quickly took a mouthful of porridge.He knew that his sister was delicate and thoughtful, but every time she answered it, it seemed that he was ignorant of the world and was always a little depressed in his heart.In recent days, the more he reads the books of sages and sages, the more he feels that he is useless as a scholar, because the books only teach people sincerity and goodness, the world is righteous, no one dares to write conspiracy and tricks, and people's hearts are sinister.

"Sister, I heard that the imperial concubine and Xiao Zaizhi are suspected of being married? Is this true or not?" Song Mingjue asked cautiously after holding back for a while.

Song Mingyue squinted over, "Where did you hear that?"

"Zhao Yi said it." Song Mingjue said honestly.

The seventh prince, Zhao Yi, is the second son of Empress Wu Zhao. He is talented in both civil and martial arts. He was nicknamed the golden boy by the concubines in the harem when he was young.It is rumored that after Zhao Yi tied his hair, he went out of the palace to visit the lake. Because the lake was surrounded by girls who came to see his face, many people fell into the water, causing thousands of koi in the lake to break out of the water.Even the literati Lin Shi wrote an article to ridicule, comparing Huangcheng Qilang to a woman who is all over the country, calling her Jiaoerlang.Zhao Zongqian was furious when he heard this remark, but the open-minded Seventh Prince didn't take it seriously, and made a "Jade Man Scroll" in public at the Qianke Building on Chongwen Street. How many beauties and strange women have regretted their lives.Compared with other royal children, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince had a high reputation in the scholarly circle, so he was unavoidably arrogant, but he was deeply loved by Zhao Zongqian.If Zhao Hui is a collection of thousands of favors, then Zhao Yi was born with endless blessings from the heavens.

Song Mingyue frowned slightly, staring at Song Mingjue and said, "The uneasy and kind Zhao Yi just left, and the more vicious Zhao Yi came? Mingjue, you should avoid dealing with them, do you hear me?"

Song Mingjue didn't understand why, "Where is Zhao Yi thinking viciously? What's more, Zhao Yi did it on purpose for Mr. Shen. I know it, but what is Zhao Yi's intention?"

Song Mingyue frowned even tighter, put down her chopsticks and said, "What good did he do you?"

"I didn't give you anything, just talked to me a few words. According to this, the eldest prince gave me rice paper and reminded me to practice calligraphy. Isn't it premeditated?" Song Mingjue felt that her sister was too cautious, after all, she had been in the Confucius Institute for several years. Over the years, Zhao Yi would chat with him from time to time, and what he said were some classics of poetry and prose.Apart from the eldest prince, this seventh prince is the second closest person to him.

The number of times Song Mingyue met Zhao Yi was very small, but every time Zhao Yi seemed to look at her more intentionally or unintentionally, no wonder she became suspicious.Seeing her sister drooping her eyes and keeping silent, Song Mingjue knew that her sister was concerned, but she was unwilling to reconcile.He raised his head to finish the porridge in the bowl, put down the chopsticks, and said softly: "I'm full." After saying that, he got up and went back to his room.

Song Mingyue picked up a few bean shells floating on the porridge surface, her eyes sank, and she silently cleaned up the dishes.Under the moonlight, Song Mingyue's figure looked particularly desolate and lonely in the Jingtian small courtyard. Song Mingjue peeked through the crack of the door, and felt overwhelmed with regret.

If only Mr. was here.

In the small courtyard next to Babaili Kiln, Shen Yuxin wiped the fine sweat from the tip of her nose, and the dye stained on her fingers left a smear of red on her lips.But she didn't know it, and she still concentrated on doing the work in hand.Shen Yuxin, who only knows how to paint but doesn't know craftsmanship, suffered a lot when coloring the paintings. Not to mention running to the ink dyeing room every three days, she also spent a lot of money.But fortunately, the painting doesn't need many colors at the moment, just three or four flavors are enough, otherwise the old man who made the materials in the ink dyeing room would be driven crazy by her.

Shen Yuxin held the wrist of her right hand with her left hand, and made the last stroke steadily. After taking a long breath, she straightened up and hammered her waist.The maid, Cui Shao, came at just the right time, pushed the door lightly and came in, put the food box aside, and glanced at the long table in the courtyard, feeling a little disappointed.

The painting has been put away and placed in a box.The girl said that Mr. Shen has been busy with the eighth princess's wedding these days, don't bother him, as long as he delivers meals regularly every day.The more mysterious it is, the more Cuipo wants to see the painting sooner.Unfortunately, it was still a step late.

"I'm sorry to bother you, sister Cui. It's thanks to your delivery of food these few days, otherwise I would starve to death at home. Let's eat some together?" Shen Yuxin opened the food box, and said to Cui who was eager to see more.

Cui Tiao turned her head and took a look at Shen Yuxin, then burst into laughter, pointed at the tip of Shen Yuxin's nose and said, "What's wrong with Mr.'s face? Which girl scratched this?"

Shen Yuxin rubbed her nose with her sleeve, she didn't care when she saw the dye, she picked up the bowl and ate it carelessly, and asked, "Why didn't your girl come with you?"

Cui Po rolled her eyes angrily, and took out all the food in the food box for the lazy Shen Yuxin, "Sir, do you think everyone is idle like you?"

"Is there a guest?" Shen Yu asked vaguely with her cheeks puffed up.

"Yes, he's still an annoying person." Cui Tiao wrinkled the tip of her nose, with a helpless expression on her face.

Shen Yuxin lowered her head and picked the rice in the bowl, but didn't answer, Cuixi glanced over from time to time, as if eagerly waiting.Shen Yuxin had no choice but to stop talking, and asked very concerned: "Who is it?"

"Xiao Daoru!" Cui Tiao immediately replied, with fire in his eyes.

Shen Yu nodded heartily, and began to lower her head to pick up the food again, and said kindly, "As long as your girl stays in Shuiyunjing for one day, she will be unable to avoid it. What's more, Mr. Xiao has been shut down so many times, so you have to leave some food for others." Er Nian thinks otherwise, otherwise who will come next time?"

"It's better if he doesn't come!"

Shen Yuxin curled her lips, stuffed a piece of pork belly, and muttered: "Then your mother will cry and go blind..."

The maid, Cui Tiao, calmed down for a rare moment, and sat beside Shen Yuxin, staring at the toe of the shoe, which was drawing ghostly symbols on the dirt.Shen Yuxin ate a little fast, patted her chest and let out a loud belch, Cuiyu looked at it with contempt.

"By the way, why doesn't your girl want to redeem her body?" Shen Yu wiped her mouth with a sleeve in place of the silk.

Cui Tiao frowned as she watched, and slowly withdrew her hand out of the handkerchief from her cuff, and said, "Young lady doesn't know how to make a living after talking about kilns. Since ancient times, men have been the breadwinners and women have been diligent and thrifty. It's also a man's job. If a girl doesn't meet a lover and doesn't have a husband's family, if she leaves the brothel, it's like killing someone's spine. Redemption is no different from not being redeemed."

Shen Yuxin packed the food box, turned her head to look at Cuixuan, nodded and said with a smile: "That's the reason."

Cuixuan said again: "I heard from the girl that my mother was originally an oiran in Linzhou. Although she didn't meet a lover, she still had to be helped by noble people. When she was old, she came to Longcheng and bought this Shuiyunjing. Also comfortable."

Shen Yuxin brought the food box and box to Cuixuan, and said with relief: "Don't worry, Miss Qin'er once said that your girl's life is the best in this kiln, and she will definitely be happier and more comfortable than your mother in the future! "

The maid Cui Tiao blinked, and looked at Shen Yuxin very seriously, "Really?"

Shen Yu's heart softened, and she took the porcelain work to herself again, "Really, if your girl doesn't meet a nobleman, then Mr. Ben will be your girl's nobleman, isn't that all right?"

Those who are strong outside and capable in the middle are purer in heart.Shen Yuxin could see it, Cuixi smiled from the bottom of her heart, and when she took the food box and box, Shen Yuxin instructed again: "Remember to tell your girl, you must find someone you trust to mount this painting, and there will be no rumors about it."

Cui Tiao nodded heavily, "Slaves don't have to."

Sending people away, Shen Yuxin showed a tired look on her face. She looked up at the bright moonlight and muttered to herself: "If you make a promise without permission, you will be struck by lightning. At worst, you will sell all the clothes for Qu Xixi at that time." The shop is, this woman, besides gold and silver jewellery, the cloth wrapped around her body is the most face-saving, keeping her earning a lot of food and drink..."

On the third day of March, the weather is sunny and the royal family marries a daughter, and the whole world celebrates.One hundred thousand cattle guards escorted Feng to drive away, and left the palace from the south gate. Yunan Street was cleared for ten miles.A tall horse with a red shirt, a young man who is the son of a general.After ten years of guarding the pass and returning triumphantly, it is the time of high spirits.

Everyone knows that the eighth princess is beautiful and talented, so it is only natural that she is planning a wedding with such great fanfare.All the people onlookers are envious of the young son-in-law who got this virtuous wife. Although His Majesty has a lot of suspicions against the Duke of Lu, but the son-in-law has become His Majesty's son-in-law, are they afraid that he will not be able to make a career in the future?