From Zhen Huan

It is said that even Murong Jiong, who is the head of the family, cannot make a decision lightly, he must think carefully.He nodded, bid farewell to Murong Jiong, and then quietly returned to Mixiu Palace with Songzhi.

After that night, I was still living a comfortable life, and even brought a few royal theater troupes with me, planning to arrange a new play.The singing and dancing in this time and space is really boring, and the drama is really noisy, so I wondered if I could make up some interesting singing and dancing dramas. [Forgive me for not knowing the professional term for the group of people who sang operas for emperors and concubines]

The theater troupe was tossed to death by me, but they also showed extraordinary efficiency. It only took more than half a month to produce a Tianlei drama adapted from Liang Zhu according to my request and script, which was well received. It has been widely praised by the concubines in the harem.Compared with Song Zhi's hatred of iron but not steel, I am extremely happy.

But in fact, Songzhi also knows that although I seem to be doing nothing, I also use the help of those concubines who have fallen out of favor in the palace and seem to have no status to win over their families.Most of these people are below the third rank, and they don't have much right to speak in the court. They are officials who focus on hard work. When they were huddled together by me, they became a big help for the Murong clan.

It's just that in Songzhi's eyes, as a concubine of the emperor, the main duty is to serve and please the emperor. As for the rise and fall of the family, that is the responsibility that a man should shoulder.However, I am a master who does not listen to advice, Song Zhi had no choice but to let me go.

46. ​​Concubine Hua at the beginning of the middle and lower

The father of this life, Murong Jiong, is a man of great courage and determination, which is also the reason why the Murong family has produced a large number of talents and prospered.

Another two months passed by, and Murong Jiong finally made up his mind that the life and death of the family should not be underestimated, even though the current Murong family is still the most trusted and trusted loyal minister in Xuan Ling's heart.But it doesn't mean that it will be the same in the future, it's just that these years have been smooth sailing, even as wise as Murong Jiong, he never thought about the tragic end that the family will face in the future.

Nowadays, making decisions and taking precautions early is the best way for the family.

This is not only the trust in me as my own daughter, but also the responsibility to the family, to kill any possible danger in the cradle.

From the moment Murong Jiong made his decision, although the Great Zhou Dynasty was still thriving on the surface, with a picture of a Mingjun flourishing with singing and dancing, but there was no wind and waves in the interior, and an undercurrent was surging.It's just that Xuan Ling couldn't perceive such a change. Not only was the young emperor immature politically, but his control over the empire was far inferior to that of his long-dead father.

The growth of an emperor always requires a long time and the accumulation of countless bones.

However, the Murong clan is already working hard to get rid of their status as stepping stones. The direction of the Great Zhou Dynasty has entered a new fork, and the future is unclear.

Compared to the situation of the Murong clan who are loose on the outside and tight on the inside, everything is as usual on the surface, but they are extremely busy in the dark, I am really leisurely and comfortable staying in the palace.

Songzhi has now become the contact between me and the hidden guards of the Murong clan who stayed in the palace. Although she is a servant, in the harem, she is the only person who can be trusted by both the Murong clan and me.

In order to let her concentrate on this matter, I chose two other maids to share her original work, and in this way, I finally got rid of Songzhi's ubiquitous nagging voice, and I was much more relaxed.But the consequence that followed was that every time Songzhi looked at me, the eyes were extremely sad, and I could only pretend to be ruthless and ignore them.

Without Songzhi's thoughts, I became more and more unconstrained. I got tired of playing in Mixiu Palace, so I went to visit and wander in the palaces of other concubines.Of course, those concubines are definitely not very willing, but as the Murong clan becomes more and more prosperous, even Xuan Ling temporarily ignores my reckless behavior and silently backs down. These concubines can only open the door when they visit me Welcome guests, pretending to be enthusiastic.

I only played a guiding role in the development of the Murong Clan. I belonged entirely to the hands-off shopkeeper, and I never fully intervened. The power confuses others.Not only for repayment, but also to invest in advance for a better life in the second half of my life.

After wandering in the harem for a long time, you will find that the harem hides countless outrageous things under the strict management of the harem. But his handsome and delicate face was wrinkled into a ball, as if he was going to cry in the next second.

Apart from Xuan Ling, this is the man I have entangled with the most—the king of Qinghe in his youth, Xuan Qing.

At this time, Xuan Qing was still a boy in his teens, with a thin figure, and the grievances were hidden under his seemingly indifferent expression, far from the appearance of a gentleman like jade many years later.

This ten-year-old boy lost his beloved father and emperor many years ago, and then his gentle and beautiful mother concubine also left him, so he can only be raised by his mother's best friend, the current queen mother.It seems that life has not changed in any way, and he is well-clothed, well-fed, and surrounded by servants, but he, who is sensitive and intelligent, still feels the misery of being dependent on others.

In the deep palace, even misery is not allowed.

The boy's mind matured rapidly, but in the eyes of others, the once clever and gifted child disappeared like a flash in the pan, leaving only the stubborn boy now.

It's just that the heart is still unwilling, wronged, and sad.I know that in a few years, this handsome young man will transform into a gentle and cynical Mr. Pian Pianjia.It's just that he doesn't know if he will still remember the self who used to hide in a corner and feel sad silently?

I walked over, deliberately not taking my steps lightly, so that he could easily spot my arrival.

The young Xuanqing raised his head, glanced at me, his expression changed slightly, he obviously recognized me, but he didn't want to get up, his expression was very hesitant.

I picked up the hem of my skirt, walked to him, sat on the ground beside him, and asked seriously: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Xuan Qing was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he bent his knees and hugged him tightly with both arms, buried his head in it firmly, and then a muffled voice came out, "Didn't you see anything?"

He slapped him hard on the back, as if feeling puzzled, he asked in a carefree tone, "Then why are you unhappy?"

"I'm not unhappy!" The voice was still muffled, and it seemed to be tinged with anger.The black hair was like ink, scattered on his moon-white gown, making him look more and more cold and lonely.

But I was amused, but my heart softened inexplicably. A long time ago, there was a life in which I was just a little female official in the Hall of Yiyuan, but there was such a handsome and gentle man who cared silently. stay with me.At that time, we used to sit on the ground like we are now, and we didn't even need to say anything, but we were already affectionate.

That was the warmest and most beautiful time I felt.

As if we could really be forever!But many years later, I still miss it silently, but he no longer remembers that I lived in his heart for many years...

I let out a long sigh, like him, bent my knees and hugged me, buried my head on my knees, and said sullenly: "Hey, I'm in a bad mood, very unhappy, please comfort me!"

Xuanqing raised his head and looked at the imperial brother's favorite concubine, who was only a few years older than herself, and her face was more beautiful than flowers. She was wearing a plain tube top skirt, and her long hair was tied in a loose braid. Dressing, speech and behavior are very unruly.But he felt strangely that they seemed to have known each other for many years, otherwise how could she have such a familiar expression and tone.

Is she unhappy?But how to comfort?

Xuan Qing had no experience in this field, and felt that he was really useless for a while. After thinking about it, he took out a jade flute from his waist, took a breath, and played it leisurely.

The familiar melody sounded, although it was far from as proficient as it had been heard before, it already had its own unique style and charm.

Although it was a cheerful tone, I felt my heart was filled with sadness, and I almost burst into tears.

Time is always so cruel, it takes away everything I love, leaving only memories.

After being silent for a long time, I heard the young man next to me play one after another, then I turned my head to look at his jade-like side face, and said, "I'm really not reconciled! He is my father's favorite son, but in the end he got nothing. , The throne was taken by the elder brother, and the mother and the child were separated. Even the talent can only be hidden, and forced to be a playboy. Do you feel that you are useless? Nothing can protect you?"

The young man suddenly turned his head and looked at me. His clear eyes were as pure as a deer, but then he became helpless, and then turned into unwillingness and anger, and finally left only deep powerlessness and sadness.

Without waiting for his answer, I smiled at him with indescribable desolation, and then said silently: "I also feel unwilling! No matter how much I have, no matter how much I get, but in the blink of an eye, there is nothing left." It seems that no matter how hard I try, it’s useless, I’m still that lonely person with nothing.”

"Look, how similar we are, like people who have been cursed by fate!" I opened my hand to him, with nothing in my hand, and then clenched my fist again, as if I wanted to hold everything in this world in my palm. Then he asked: "But even so, I still want to ask you, do you want to live happily? Do you want to take back your mother and concubine? Do you want to hold your destiny in your own hands?"

The boy's eyes were dim at first, but then followed by