Acacia long in life

In the beginning of spring and March, the temperature difference between morning and evening is huge. It is already evening after returning from the palace.

As soon as he stepped into the door, his father picked up a wooden stick and beat him with his back foot: "You son of a bitch, where did you die and ran to the Goulan courtyard?" Gu She gasped, took two or three steps back, and pressed against the wall Only when you go up do you stop.Hey hey, Gu Xiang smiled sinisterly along his beard: "I ask the emperor to marry you to the second girl of the Jin family."

Gu She felt that he had a stomach problem again, and the pain was severe.

There is another older sister above Gu She, Gu Ziyi was married to His Highness Ling Wang Rongyan long ago.Although Gu Xiang is more than one person and under ten thousand people, he is very talkative and approachable.As a result, for a period of time, there were a lot of stalls at the gate of Xiangfu, all of which were middle-aged women, and most of them were widows. Gu Xiangda felt that it was not easy for them to support their families, so he followed them.Gu She vaguely remembered that he once received a grocery shopping aunt's handkerchief with a love poem on it that didn't look like a poem.

"Not seeing you for a few days is like not eating Chinese cabbage for three years, and your appearance is like my big white radish, white and tender." This plain and unreasonable poem scared Gu She out of the house for three days.I'm afraid that the aunt will catch it...

Later, he gave the handkerchief to Mrs. Gu, and only said that the aunt had given Xiang Gu a token of love. The angry Mrs. Gu slapped the handkerchief on the table: "Son, I asked you to come and die!"

Gu Xiang is good, he loves his wife very much, and his wife is strict.

After this incident, Gu She felt somewhat guilty towards his father, but luckily there was no stall at the door again.

Looking at Gu Xiang's twitching beard in anger, he thought that his father knew about two years ago that he blamed him for the handkerchief very shamelessly.

Gu Xiangdao: "Jin Shihui and Yu Shihui choose one and you can figure it out." After finishing speaking, he threw up his sleeves and walked away. Gu She twitched Yu Shihui from the corner of his mouth.

That weight can be equal to two Miss Yu and Yu Shihui, who are extremely ugly but think she is the most beautiful, and who scare Aluo away before marriage.

Thinking about it this way, Jin Shihui is also a good choice.

In the huge room, ten lamps were lit back and forth, although it was dark outside, it was as bright as day inside.The newly burned incense has a faint lily smell, and the smoke can slowly form the shape of a lily. It is the strange fragrance that foreigners pay tribute to this year, and it is called Acacia Lily.

The little emperor was holding a big pen in his hand and pressing the aching temple with the other hand, still writing the memorial.

Lin Shuang was holding the green cards of the empresses in each palace, and stood aside respectfully: "Your Majesty, it's time to turn over the cards." Rong Yuan slowly raised his eyes, stared at the green cards and pursed his thin lips tightly, without saying a word.

Lin Shuang was sweating profusely. The emperor didn't like to spend the night in the harem, even if it was just a matter of coping. Every time he went to each palace, the concubine who was about to be blessed would pass out, and when he woke up the next day, he would be favored. It's strange that the concubine's whole body is sore in the morning, the little emperor looks flirtatious on the surface, but in fact he hasn't touched a woman for a long time. It's all just to appease the empress dowager. Not pregnant, naturally what the queen mother wants most is that the concubine Zhu Ji can get pregnant, after all, she is from her mother's family, but Zhu Ji has nothing to do with her, Lin Shuang feels that the little emperor is so unkind to those women in the harem , too unkind.

It is understandable for Concubine An to steal men.

The little emperor waved his hand, obviously impatient: "Take it down." Lin Shuangyi's knees softened and he knelt down.Wiping his nose and tears: "Your Majesty, if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about your slaves. I've been with you for so long and you're so kind to embarrass me, woo woo woo~~~~~"

The little emperor glared at him: "Quan... Concubine Quan, go to her." What's the matter, he didn't remember any of their original names.

Lin Shuang wiped away the non-existent tears, and loosened his hand holding the green card.Take out the brand of Concubine Quan,

The little emperor put down the memorial, and said lightly: "Prepare the medicine."

Lin Shuang muttered in private, committing a crime.

It is probably night, not as good as day, the little emperor, wearing a blue and white casual clothes.His eyebrows are soft, not like a king of a country but like a talented scholar, and his body looks thinner and thinner

He said that he is not suitable to be emperor.

The medicine was brought from outside the palace, so no one except him and Lin Shuang knew about it.I don't know why I did this, I just think it's worth it for that person.

I want to let him know, but I don't want him to know, the matter of cutting off the sleeves and dividing the peaches is not advocated at all.If he found out, he might have cut off even this trivial relationship with him.

But what about the Ninth Five-Year Master.

Thinking of this, Rong Yuan felt that he was really great, and he was really moved.

On the stage, the actor who was full of makeup was playing Chen Shimei's play.The woman's pear blossoms were raining, her voice was desolate, and she begged the man with two children kneeling behind her, but the man didn't appreciate it at all.

When he was still young, he said: "Let's bring a person with a white head." Whoever said this should not have been said by him.

Ling Wang turned his head slightly, and said softly, "It's impossible for you." Rong Yan, who was only ten years old, stretched out his hand like an adult and was about to stroke his beard up to his chin, and when he found that there was no beard, he stopped in embarrassment.

At that time, Gu She turned around and joked, "Qi Xuan, if it's what you said, I'll marry you."

Rong Yuan was stunned for a long time without speaking.

it was then

In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, actors cry.

Early in the morning in Chang'an, just after dawn, there are more people on the street, and there are all kinds of stalls and women in the porridge shed, drinking light porridge.Talking about the major events in Chang'an recently.

Once, Gu Xiang's son, Gu Xiaoshao will marry Jin Shihui, the daughter of the General's family in one month, who is a man of letters and military, talented and beautiful, and is really a good match.It's just that Gu She, after Lord Luo, is the second wife of the playboys, and thinks that Miss General is at a loss, but after all, Gu Xiaoshao Zhang's good-looking young man is successful, and he thinks that Miss General has made money.

A middle-aged aunt in a green coat picked her teeth and said: "This young master Gu is really a modest son, and my family even gave him a love poem."

The other aunt was slightly dissatisfied: "I said Cuihua, if you treat me like that, Mr. Gu can also like it?" The aunt named Cuihua was stunned for a moment, then turned her head viciously, rolled up her sleeves and started beating Stance.

But a gentle male voice just happened to come from that room: "The boss's business is good." Gu She held a folding fan, raised his eyebrows slightly, and hooked the corner of his mouth.The porridge boss looked at him and laughed twice.

How about this early in the morning, the mothers-in-law of various families did not buy vegetables to drink porridge, it is precisely because the servant of the Xiangfu came to report the news yesterday, and Gu Xiaoshao does not have to go to court today.It's just that whenever I don't go to court, I will go to this porridge shed to eat porridge.so...

Cuihua put down her sleeves, picked up the handkerchief, and said flatteringly: "Young Master Gu, do you remember a poem from two years ago?"

Gu She stopped shaking the fan for a second, walked straight to the edge of the emerald flower, sat down and ordered a bowl of mung bean porridge, and looked the former up and down. This small action aroused all kinds of envious and jealous eyes around him.

His thin lips lightened, and he said, "Naturally I remember." It was at this moment that the woman who was about to start a fight with Cuihua picked up a kitchen knife and went back to her pork stall, slashing meat with the knife so that passers-by were afraid to take a step forward. It seemed that the pork had a grudge against her.Xiaoer shook his head, put the mung bean porridge on the table, looked back at the aunt who sold pork, and suddenly became poetic, shaking his head and writing a poem.

"Pork is affectionate and radish is unintentional, cabbage is proud, love is difficult, ah difficult." After singing, I feel that I am too powerful, too talented, and too understanding of love.

Gu She glanced at Pork Pork, then at Cuihua, then at Xiaoer: "Is this so?" Xiaoer shook his head and reached out to touch the stubble of his chin, and walked away with an unfathomable expression.

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