Everyone is a prince, who can't have a fighting spirit
King Huai turned his head to look at the silly King An, and withdrew his eyes expressionlessly, this was an exception.
Because King Chen's previous behavior was too absurd, many of the officials who accompanied him all the way worried that he would lose the chain at a critical moment.
Reciting prayers...
Should you be able to memorize the "Nong Sang Ji" and read the entire prayer
When Long Nian arrived at Yuanqiu, everyone looked at the serious, graceful and steadfast King Chen, holding a sacrificial incense and stepping on the jade steps slowly, and suddenly felt relieved.
The four princes stood in the front row, looking up at the back of Yun Duqing stepping up to the top step by step, with different moods.
Maybe he was not stepping on the jade steps of Yuanqiu, but their restless heart.
"Miss, are you planning to leave the palace?" On the spring equinox, Jiuzhu changed into a luxurious palace dress and put on a plain skirt with narrow sleeves.
"Well, I have already told the queen mother." Jiuzhu nodded, took off the jade bracelet and gold ring on her wrist, removed the flying fairy bun, and combed it into a simple ingot bun: "I will be back before dark."
Only then did the Spring Equinox notice that there were several female guards wearing corsets standing outside the door. These women had determined expressions and sharp eyes, and they were not ordinary people at first glance.
"I'll go with you." The Spring Equinox was a little worried.
"It's alright, you don't have to worry with these powerful girls by your side." Jiuzhu said with a smile: "Now there are many things in the Qilin Palace, and I can't leave you."
"Then you must be careful." The Spring Equinox helped the purse to tie Jiuzhu: "Go early and return early."
"Don't worry, Sister Spring Equinox." Jiu Zhu picked up the wine jar on the table, walked out the door and said to the female guards, "I have a few girls to work on."
"My subordinates don't dare, Princess, you are too polite." The headed female guard took the wine jar in Jiuzhu's hand, "Please."
Before the rain had stopped, Jiuzhu rode a carriage to the suburbs. Large swathes of dead grass covered the top of the mountain, and the green grass was squeezed out of the gaps in the grass. When the wind blew, the leaves swayed and shivered.
"Princess, it's already here." The guards checked around and confirmed that no assassins were hiding nearby before walking to the carriage and letting Jiuzhu get off.
Not far from the carriage, there was a solitary grave. If the weeds on it had not been mowed, others would only think it was a small mound.
Jiuzhu held up her umbrella, picked up the wine jar with one hand, and walked to the grave, carefully recognizing the words on the tombstone. The words engraved on the tombstone have been mottled and weathered, barely recognizing his birth and death year and name.
The owner of the tomb is named Changsheng.
Named Changsheng, but died at the age of nineteen.
Jiuzhu looked at this lonely tomb and placed the wine jar filled with peach blossoms in front of the tombstone.
The rain fell on the wine jar and slid to the ground, leaving a long water mark on the belly of the jar, like human tears.
"Master said that meeting is fate. I heard the story of Concubine Zhao and got her wine, so I came to see you on her behalf." Jiuzhu handed the umbrella to the guard, bent down and pulled up the dead grass beside her, lit incense, and then A string of paper money is hung on the tomb.
There are no offerings in front of the tomb, and there are almost no ashes after burning paper money. It seems that few people come to worship him.
"The imperial doctor said that Concubine Zhao's health is very bad, she has no aspirations to live." Jiuzhu squatted in front of the tomb, looked at the word "longevity", and lit the paper money and gold ingots: "Don't blame her, under the power, she has no choice. ."
"It's amazing to be able to persevere for what you want." Jiuzhu threw the prepared paper money into the burning fire bit by bit: "You and the concubine are both amazing people. She died of grief, and she lived for you. Sometimes it's easy to die, but hard to live."
"There are all kinds of beauty in this world, if there is an afterlife..." Jiuzhu chuckled: "May you both become husband and wife, no doubt in love, and grow old together."
It was a rainy day, but the paper money was burning vigorously, just like Changsheng's love for Concubine Zhao.
The master said that her temperament is not suitable for cultivating the Tao, because her heart is in the mundane world and cannot be detached. So all these years, I stubbornly prayed for the benefactor in front of the statue, and I never learned to let go.
The paper money and gold ingots burned out, and Jiuzhu looked at the ashes and couldn't help thinking that if someone in the world hurts His Highness, she might rather die with them than make them proud.
Rubbing her face, she threw out the messy thoughts in her mind and sighed deeply. Master is right, her xinxing is really not suitable for cultivation.
"Princess, someone is coming this way."
Jiuzhu stood up, looked sideways, and saw a woman holding a little girl in her left hand, a basket in her right hand, and struggling to support a somewhat worn oil-paper umbrella walking towards this side.
"Don't stop me. I've seen her. She's the storyteller in the teahouse."
The storyteller was holding her daughter, and when she saw a carriage that only nobles could ride in the wilderness, and a group of female guards with knives in armor, she was so frightened that she took the daughter king into her arms: "Who are you, who are you? What is there to do here?"
Could it be that the passage of the book she said made the listeners dissatisfied
If you don't like the book that you can't listen to her, or pay her to change the content, it's too much to bring your subordinates down to attack her.
The life of the storyteller is also life.
"Mr. lady." Jiuzhu saw that the lady and the child in her arms were frightened, and walked up to her: "Do you still recognize me?"
The female gentleman certainly recognized Jiuzhu. If it wasn't for the money she received from this young lady to tell the story of the overbearing prince, the overbearing prince series would not have been popular in the entire capital.
Who can't remember his God of Wealth
"The girl is joking, how can I not remember you." Seeing the familiar people, the lady's nervousness subsided a lot, she secretly glanced at the other people around, and asked cautiously, "These people are all brought by the girl? "
"They were sent by the elders in the family to protect me and never hurt innocent people. Don't be afraid, sir."
The lady held her daughter's hand tightly and loosened it a little: "So that's the case, I don't know why the girl came here?"
In front of her uncle's tomb, she saw not only incense, candles, paper money, but also a jar of wine.
"At the girl's house, are you acquainted with my uncle?" The lady looked at Jiuzhu in surprise, wondering why she came to visit her uncle's grave.
"Is he your uncle?" Jiu Zhu saw that the lady's expression did not seem to be fake, and followed her back to the tomb.
"Yeah." The storyteller placed the tribute in the basket, hung paper flowers on the grave, opened the pile of paper money, and set it on fire: "My uncle went very early, I have never seen him. Grandpa said that my uncle once promised a brewer for life, and even the wedding date was set, but the brewer was taken away by the nobles. Since then, my uncle couldn’t get sick, and he still read the name of the brewer before he died.”
"My uncle died in dissatisfaction with the weak crown, and asked the white-haired man to send the black-haired man. He has neither marriage nor children, so he cannot be buried in the ancestral grave." The storyteller sighed: "In order to allow the uncle to be buried in the ancestral grave, the great-grandfather originally planned to let the uncle be buried in the ancestral grave. The uncle adopted a child into his uncle’s name, but that night, the uncle dreamed of his great-grandfather, saying that he only wanted to have children with the brewing girl, and begged his great-grandfather not to adopt other children to him.”
"After the great-grandfather and great-grandmother passed away, no one came to offer incense to him." The storyteller took out the sickle from the basket and skillfully mowed the newly grown grass on the grave. Her daughter followed her mother. , hold the mowed grass aside.
"I'm a storyteller. I often compile various stories of separation between life and death for my guests. I know that there is a real love-hate separation among my elders. I can't just watch him lying here alone." Sweeping the jar of wine: "My husband is dead, my husband's family said that the widow's going to the grave is unlucky, and the mother's family said that the married woman's return to her mother's family will affect the brother's fortune. I will give him incense, and no one will talk."
"He has no descendants to worship, and I can't give incense to other elders, so no one can dislike anyone." The storyteller saw Jiuzhu holding an umbrella and helping her daughter to keep out the wind and rain, and smiled at her: "Thank you girl."
"An elder in my family is an old acquaintance of the old gentleman." Jiuzhu stuffed the umbrella to the little girl and bent over to open the mud on the wine jar: "This wine was specially brewed by the elders for the old gentleman. It is buried under the peach blossom tree. It took decades to see the sun a few days ago. I brought it on my own initiative, which is considered to be the heart of the elders. "
The wine was poured out of the altar and poured on the mottled tombstones, and the whole tomb was wrapped in the aroma of wine.
"Mother, it smells of peach blossoms." The little girl sniffed and looked curiously at the wine jar in Jiuzhu's hand.
The storyteller said nothing, just watched Jiuzhu pour out the whole jar of wine.
When Jiuzhu put the wine jar next to the tombstone, the storyteller said, "Girl, if it's convenient, take our mother and daughter for a ride on the way back to the city, okay?"
The guards looked at the storyteller, but didn't say anything to stop her.
"Okay." Jiuzhu smiled: "The road is slippery on a rainy day. I'm not worried if you mother and daughter go back alone."
"Thank you girl." The storyteller gave Jiu Zhu a deep blessing.
After Jiu Zhu and the storyteller mother and daughter got into the carriage, two female guards followed and got into the carriage, just separating the mother and daughter from Jiu Zhu.
Along the way, the storyteller didn't ask Jiuzhu's identity until she got off the carriage, she suddenly said: "Girl, please wait for me for a moment, I have something left by my uncle, please pass it to your elder."
Jiuzhu nodded: "Okay."
When the storyteller and the mother and daughter got off the carriage, the guard bowed to Jiuzhu: "I entered the carriage without the princess's consent, please punish the princess."
"You only entered the carriage to protect me Zhouquan, what's wrong?" Jiuzhu smiled sweetly at the two of them: "I made you worry."
The two female bodyguards saw the princess smile sweetly and cutely, and her cheeks were slightly red: "This is the responsibility of the subordinates."
It's no wonder that the lord and the queen both like the princess. Who doesn't like such a lovely and considerate girl
The storyteller came back soon, still holding an old wooden box with peeling paint.
She handed the old wooden box to Jiuzhu: "Uncle has nothing left, only this is left, girl, take it back."
"Thank you sir." Jiuzhu took the old wooden box and did not open it.
"There's nothing to be thankful for." The storyteller laughed at herself: "People like me who are used to telling stories of life and death, in fact, the last time I see life and death. Sometimes I really hope that a lover will be married, and those who have promised forever will never change their hearts. A kind-hearted person never suffers. But life is always full of ups and downs. A century is long and short. No matter whether it is good or bad, just live."
"Three days later, I will tell the story of the overbearing prince and the beautiful daughter in the teahouse. If the girl has any favorite episodes, I will make it up for you." The storyteller resumed his usual warm hospitality smile.
"Sorry, I won't be able to come in three days." Jiuzhu opened the purse at her waist, took out the silver ingot, and put it in the hand of the storyteller: "Let the prince and Miss Qiao finally get married and never change their minds, and let the kind people in the story never change their minds. , let's have a happy ending."
"Okay." The storyteller put the money into her purse: "Everything is according to the girl's wishes."
The listener is the supreme noble, as long as the money is in place, any story will do.
Jiuzhu returned to the palace, changed the plain skirt, and took the wooden box to the West Palace.
Walking to the courtyard where Concubine Zhao lived, Jiuzhu saw several old concubines wiping tears in the courtyard. When they saw Jiuzhu coming, they quickly wiped away their tears and forced out a smile.
In the palace, crying is also taboo.
"The concubines are safe." Jiuzhu gave a blessing, pretending that she didn't see them crying just now: "How is Concubine Zhao?"
A concubine of the highest grade shook his head slowly: "The imperial doctor said that it's just a few days."
Jiuzhu's heart sank, she looked down at the wooden box in her hand, lifted her skirt and walked quickly into the house.
Concubine Zhao, who was lying on the bed, heard footsteps: "But Princess Chen is here?"
"Taifei Niangniang, it is His Royal Highness Princess Chen." Mammy could no longer pay tribute to Jiuzhu, she put down the medicine bowl in her hand: "The princess is here to see you."
"Help me sit up." Concubine Zhao handed her hand to the mammy, and the mammy hesitated for a while, but she still supported her against the head of the bed according to Concubine Zhao's wishes.
"Tianfei Niangniang." Jiuzhu walked to the window and sat down, as if she didn't see the sickness on her face, she described the scenery outside the palace vividly, took the script and read it to her.
Concubine Zhao listened quietly, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and when Jiuzhu finished telling the story in the book, she turned her head and looked out the window: "It's getting dark?"
"It's still early." Jiuzhu smiled: "You can stay with me for a while longer. Today, His Royal Highness is not in the palace. How boring it would be for me to be alone in the Qilin Palace."
"Okay, you can stay as long as you want." After Jiuzhu said that she would not leave immediately, the smile on Zhao Taifei's face became more obvious. She even asked the maid to give Jiuzhu a heart. It didn't look like she was seriously ill and difficult to treat. people.
Her eyes are clear, her spirits are exceptionally good, and her speech is stronger than in recent days.
"The box on your knee, what is it?" She saw the unpainted wooden box on Jiuzhu's knee, and her face showed nostalgia. A long time ago, the young man she liked made such a wooden box for her, saying yes Used to decorate her with jewelry.
【I give you the same jewelry every year. When our children and grandchildren are in groups, the box will be full. 】
Jiu Zhu stood up and put the shabby wooden box with peeling paint in her hand: "Open it and take a look."
Concubine Zhao stared blankly at the wooden box, stretched out her trembling hand, stroked the mottled paint surface, and was speechless for a long time.
She didn't rush to open the shabby box, but stroked the pattern on it again and again with her hands, until she touched all parts of it, and then she opened the wooden box that had no locks.
Inside the box, there was only a strand of hair tied with a red string and a wooden hairpin covered in dust.
The red cord has faded and dimmed, and the owner has used it to wrap her hair round and round, so even if it fades, they don't come apart.
"Hair longevity..." Concubine Zhao gently touched the red rope with her fingertips, she was afraid that if she exerted a little force, the bundle of hair would unravel.
Her young man, her young man.
The eye sockets that she thought had long since dried up, dripping tears wet the wooden hairpin, she quickly wiped away the tears on the wooden hairpin with love, put the wooden hairpin on her gray hair, and asked Jiuzhu: "Does it look good?"
"It looks good." Jiuzhu leaned over to help Taifei Zhao straighten her hair, and nodded her head: "It's very beautiful."
"This wooden hairpin was made by Changsheng himself." Concubine Zhao's mouth twitched into a smile: "I told him that year that I wanted a peach hairpin, instead of buying it from a store, I asked him to make it for me."
"He, said I was squeamish." Concubine Zhao touched her temples: "I didn't see the peach hairpin until I entered the palace. It turned out to be hidden here by him."
Mammy covered her mouth and cried, afraid of being discovered by the concubine, so she secretly retreated to the outside world.
"Before entering the palace, I cut a strand of hair and told him that breaking his hair is like breaking his love, let him find a girl he loves and live a good life." The corners of Zhao Taifei's mouth were raised, but tears kept streaming from the corners of her eyes: "This fool , but cut his own hair and put it with me."
On the wedding night in the folk, men and women will each cut a strand of hair and combine them into one strand, which means that the hair will be inseparable.
"Can someone worship him at his grave?" Concubine Zhao looked at Jiuzhu with clear eyes.
"Yes." Jiuzhu nodded: "There is a junior who will worship him every year."
"That's good." Concubine Zhao muttered to herself, "That's good."
Her life is ordinary and bleak, only in Changsheng's eyes, she has the most beautiful light.
"I took the peach blossom drunk you made and took him to see him." Jiuzhu said softly, "He must like it very much."
"Jiuzhu, thank you." Concubine Zhao gently held her hand and looked at her deeply. After a long time, she released her hand: "Go back, Your Highness, you are going home too."
"I, I want to spend a little time with Changsheng in peace."
"Okay." Jiuzhu stood up, gave Zhao Taifei another blessing for the younger generation, turned around and walked towards the door slowly.
"Jiuzhu." Concubine Zhao stopped her.
Jiuzhu quickly looked back at her.
"On the royal family tree, I'm just the Zhao family." She smiled: "Before entering the palace, I had a name, Taohua."
Recipe, Shining.
When King Chen returned to the Qilin Palace, he didn't find Jiuzhu in the courtyard, so he went directly to the bedroom.
There was a candlestick lit in the dormitory, but his Ming pig was sitting in the dimly lit place, with his hands on his knees, like a puppy who was aggrieved in the rain.
At this glance, all kinds of thoughts rose in his heart, and he hurriedly walked in front of her: "Jiuzhu, what's wrong with you?"
"His Royal Highness." Jiuzhu looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"What happened, who made you unhappy?" He stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, tried to make his voice as gentle as possible, hugged her into his arms, and patted her on the back lightly: "Tell me , I'll help you out."
His little pig, he was reluctant to even say a heavy word.
"I feel bad in my heart." Jiuzhu shook her head, her voice soft and lackluster: "No one messes with me."
King Chen sat on the stool and put her on his lap: "Okay, then tell me why you feel uncomfortable, and I'll make you happy."
Jiuzhu leaned against his arms, shaking her head not wanting to speak.
If the late emperor did not commit crimes, how could so many innocent women be forced into the palace
She didn't say anything, and King Chen didn't follow her to ask questions, just patted her on the back again and again, shaking her knees gently, as if coaxing an unhappy child.
He, who has always been impatient, has infinite tenderness in front of her.
"My lord, my princess." Yang Yiduo stood outside the door and whispered, "There is news from the imperial concubine palace in the west that Concubine Zhao has passed away."