[Quick Transmigration] Disaster for the country

The spring breeze brings warmth, the willows in Huaqing Palace are like smoke, and the flowers are like brocade.

In the Dicui Pavilion, the imperial concubine who is overwhelmed by the country and the city is shaking her fan and looking into the distance.

She was dressed in red, shining like a peony, and the jade hairpin on her head was a gift from the emperor at the birthday banquet.

She sat here for a long time, as if she was looking at the white clouds in the sky, but the palace wall was too high, after all, it still covered half of the sky.

Several court ladies and eunuchs served her, one serving tea, the other holding a fruit plate, and some holding a pipa.

The imperial concubine didn't even look at them, and she had no interest in it.

Suddenly, a few meows came from afar.

A faint smile appeared on the face of the imperial concubine, and she waved her hand, making all the palace people retreat.

On the eaves, a white cat stepped on the glazed tiles, jumped down, and landed on the railing of the pavilion.

It held an orchid in its mouth, which was picked from the mountain behind Xuanqingguan. It was not a rare species, but its fragrance was particularly refreshing.

Lansheng valley, not because there are no people but no fragrance.

The imperial concubine took the flower and smiled slightly, as if she remembered the free life on the mountain. At that time, she often sat under the tree and read scriptures, watching the clouds and mists in the distant mountains gather and then disperse.

She said: "I really envy you, you can turn into a cat, anywhere in the world."

She opened the collection of poems on the table, pointed to a line of poems at random, and said: "The sun shines on the censer to produce purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river in the distance. The flying stream flows down three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way falls nine days. The writing is really good, if I can do it too Like some poets, it would be nice to travel around the mountains and rivers and see the scenery with your own eyes."

The white cat meowed.

The next moment, the word Chuan on the book suddenly seemed to come alive and flow.

slam-la-

There was a sound of waves, and the word Chuan jumped out of the paper, turning into a rushing river, soaring into the sky.

The water is rushing forward, going forward indomitably, breaking through all obstacles like a thousand troops and horses.

The pavilions disappeared in an instant, and the ground turned into a bamboo raft. The young man in white was holding the bamboo pole and looked at the noble concubine with a smile.

His clear eyes are like streams.

The boy supported the bamboo raft and moved forward with the rushing water, then suddenly fell, flying straight down three thousand feet.

The wind blew up the imperial concubine's neon clothes, as if she was about to fly.

The boy handed the long bamboo pole to the imperial concubine, and said, "Your Majesty, hurry up."

She is too noble, he is not qualified to touch her, so he protects her in this way.

After the bamboo raft fell down, the field of vision opened up all of a sudden, with plains on both sides of the river. The big river became gentle and moved forward slowly. A round of scorching sun hung in the sky, shining brilliantly.

The boy asked: "Ma'am, do you want the sun?"

The noble concubine asked "Huh?" in confusion.

The young man stretched out his hand, and unexpectedly picked off the sun far away in the sky, and handed it to the imperial concubine, he said: "Your Majesty, guess what the sun smells like?"

The imperial concubine held the warm sun, took a bite, and smiled: "The sun is stuffed with jujube paste."

The boy also smiled, and his bright eyes turned into a pair of crescent moons.

At this moment, the voice of the palace servant came: "Your Majesty."

The illusion disappeared suddenly, and the boy turned into a white cat, jumped onto the roof, and left calmly.

The Chuan characters on the book are still quietly lying in place, as if they will come alive anytime and anywhere, rushing out again.

But there is one character missing in the last sentence, that is the Japanese character that the Rizhao censer emits purple smoke.

The noble concubine looked at the hot jujube cake in her hand and smiled sweetly. The boy gave her a sweet sun.

Gong Ren said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty invites you to have a meal together at Daming Palace."

The imperial concubine nodded and said, "Let's go."

……

From then on, the boy often turned into a white cat to accompany the concubine in the palace, and everything seemed to be the same as when he was on the mountain.

One day, the imperial concubine gave the young man a pair of earrings and said: "I heard that King Shou is ill and has not been in court for several days. Go and see him for me."

The young man took the pair of earrings. He had already heard that the noble concubine was originally the concubine of King Shou, but was later dismantled by His Majesty and welcomed into the palace.

No one in the palace would dare to visit King Shou for the concubine, so she could only ask him to help.

The white cat went to Shouwang Mansion with the earring in its mouth. The thin Shouwang was staring at the portrait of the noble concubine in a daze, and muttered to himself, "Yuhuan, is he treating you well?"

Then he sighed again and said, "It should be very good!"

After finishing speaking, his eyes were extremely lonely.

The white cat jumped into the window, put down the pair of earrings, and then jumped away.

Li Mao was taken aback, and immediately held the pair of earrings and said, "It's Yuhuan's earrings!"

He looked around the window excitedly, but the white cat had long since disappeared.

He stared at the earring obsessively, and said, "Yuhuan, did you let me come to see me? You haven't forgotten me..."

His eyes regained their brilliance, poor heaven and nobles, haggard only because of lovesickness.

After completing his mission, the young man returned to the court. He asked, "Your Majesty, do you love Your Majesty?"

The imperial concubine was silent for a moment, and said: "Maybe there are some."

The boy asked again: "Then do you love Shou Wang?"

The imperial concubine still said: "Maybe."

The boy got an answer that he couldn't figure out. He thought it was a multiple-choice question, but there was no answer.

The imperial concubine laughed, and she said: "From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear. If you are away from your lover, you will have no worries and no fears."

Looking at the lights of thousands of families outside the palace wall, she sighed: "Maybe the only thing I love is this prosperous Tang Dynasty."

……

As she said, this prosperous Tang Dynasty is so prosperous, it is like a rare gem, which is rarely seen in thousands of years.

In order to relieve the imperial concubine's boredom, one banquet after another was held in the palace. The dancers of the Liyuan danced and sang, and the sound of the shengxiao continued all night long.

There are flowers feast, crab feast, horse race, lantern show... The nobles sang wine and sang all night long, and they didn't leave in the carriage until the next morning.

Envoys from various countries are often invited to these banquets, and they have witnessed this luxurious life, and everything seems like a dream.

Whenever someone wins the jackpot at the banquet, the imperial concubine will throw out the gemstones in the jade plate as a reward, and the rest of the nobles will also throw out jade pendants, hairpins, gold bracelets...

Countless sparkling gems were scattered on the ground, like stars, but everyone just laughed and laughed, showing no care, as if they were nothing but rubble.

Datang is too rich, mere jewelry is not worth mentioning at all.

At the banquet, the emperor and his ministers had fun together. The emperor was good at rhythm and often accompanied the imperial concubine, while the imperial concubine was surrounded by court ladies and danced lightly.

One day, the Son of Heaven dreamed of entering the Immortal Palace and saw fairies dancing in the air. He silently wrote down the music, and immediately wrote it down on paper after waking up, naming it "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes Song".

The palace is full of dancing girls, but there is no one to dance, and no one can imitate the light and agile posture of the fairy.

Only the imperial concubine, with her feathered sleeves fluttering lightly, dances as if she wants to ride the wind.

The dancing posture is elegant and soft, like a flying fairy, chasing the clouds and chasing the moon, and the gorgeous skirts are blooming in layers, like a graceful and gorgeous peony.

It was so beautiful and bright that the envoys from all over the world were stunned, and they would never forget this scene today.

The imperial concubine with a beautiful face will become a memory that will never fade in their hearts together with this prosperous Tang Dynasty.