When you arrive at Mingshou Palace, you can easily perceive the difference between this place and the East Palace.
Mingshou Palace is the residence of the princess, the daughter's boudoir, the beginning of summer has passed, and the vermilion windows of Mingshou Palace have been replaced with soft smoke with patterns of flowers and butterflies.
Feng Yuexian followed Aunt Fangruo inside, and when he entered the hall, he saw that the furnishings had also changed.
There are crystal curtains hanging around, as if strung with the morning dew on the flowers and leaves, innumerable threads delineate the love thread, as soft as a gleaming willow.
The auspicious beast incense burner was placed under the window, and even the soft smoke was stained with overflowing incense, and it was smoked softly.
And Song Pian stood in front of the incense burner, like a jade tree and flowers, and looked sideways when he heard the sound.
The smoke on the stove is dark, the fragrance is lingering, and the beauty looks back, like the waves of autumn water, looking forward to the brilliance.
Song Pian came swaying through the curtains, her body curled up, her clothes flowing like the moonlight, she saluted in abundance, and her voice was like the cry of a hawk:
"I have seen the Queen's Wife."
As soon as she approached, Feng Yuexian smelled a stronger fragrance from her body, which was thick but not flattering.
Feng Yuexian's breath moved slightly, and he felt that the fragrance wrapped in Song Pian was even more moving.
"What fragrance is this?"
"It was sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and it's called Huihunmei." Song Piantao led Feng Yuexian to take a seat in the hall.
"It is said that when the snow first snowed a year ago, I took the incense steamed from plum blossoms dipped in snow, and when I burned the incense, I could smell the fragrance of plum blossoms."
This was the first time Song Pian had heard of the fragrance that could smell the scent of plum blossoms. On a whim, he was waiting for Feng Yuexian's spare time to try it out.
"It was so."
"I want to come to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and send it to the East Palace, and the Queen's Wife can use it when she returns."
How is this the same.
In the East Palace, there is not a princess who is immortal and who I feel pity for.
Song Pian, who has returned to her true color, has shriveled shoulders, tied with a light blue palace sash with a bow, and has a slender waist.
Chu Chu Jiaoqian lingering between her brows is the most moving.
"What?" Song Pian tilted his head, his temples like fog.
Feng Yuexian finally recovered, the tip of her tongue licked past the root of her teeth, her eyes lightly blinked, and she said with a smile:
"nothing."
"Speaking of which, I came here this time to give you a pastry recipe, and then I'll talk to you."
"The Queen's Sister-in-law has a heart. I am raised in the palace, and I am really lonely..."
The two were gossiping, whispering softly, laughing at Yan Yan, and the chat was in full swing. The princess also took the ivory handle, silk face, diamond embroidered fan in her hand and looked at the crown princess.
Because the two were so close together, the golden phoenix embroidered bead hairpin on the crown princess's head almost hooked on the princess' hair, and the blue silk lingered on the golden phoenix's thin wings, which was particularly entangled.
One's face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the other is like the flower of spring dawn, the beauty is curling and na , dark waves of autumn water.
This scene is like a picture of a beauty, which is extremely pleasing to the eye. I have never seen a crown princess and a boudoir lady talk like this before drinking snow and drinking ice.
It wasn't that there was no boudoir, Miss Jiao, who wanted to make a handkerchief with her own lady, but was always avoided by the lady without a trace. Even when the cousins of the Feng family arrived at the General's Mansion, they had never been so close.
Unlike today, the alienation and indifference are all gone, and the bodies of the two are only close to one place.
Yinxue was thinking about it when she heard that the two masters were going to play with jewelry and new summer clothes.
The jewelry is all very delicate. The complete set of blue, sapphire, and red treasures is dotted with emerald heads, and a few pieces of gold and silver ornaments are placed in one place.
The most dazzling among them is a crystal hairpin with Ganoderma lucidum pattern. The whole body is clear and flawless.
Feng Yuexian's gaze stopped on the hairpin.
The palace attendant went through the beaded curtain and fetched the summer clothes. Since they were of the finest quality, they only took five or six pieces and spread them out on the bed for the master to see.
The two walked over to the canopy bed and swept.
Moon white, dark green, purple, primrose, and so on.
Only one thing is the same—the shawls are all made of tulle, and they are all light lenos. Through the layers of fabric on the top, you can see the color of the bed underneath, and you can imagine how thin it is.
Aunt Fangruo explained to Feng Yuexian next to her, "Princess doesn't need ice in summer. The shawls of summer clothes are all thin and tulle shirts. They are cut lightly the most, and they have been made in many styles."
In the palace of this dynasty, it is also customary to wear Qingluo clothes to avoid the heat, but this kind of material is often not cut, only Mingshou Palace, because the princess can't use ice, every hot summer, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will only come over lightly and lightly.
Song Pian had never worn this kind of Luo shirt. She remembered that Qingrong was called "the lightest one of yarn". She reached out and twisted the fabric, which was indeed thinner than Qing Luo next to her.
You have to try to give Feng Yue a leisurely look, plus make up her head and face, to complete the bet.
Song Piantao remembered the bet, and looked for a way to screen out the crowd. She glanced at the dress and said with a light smile:
"Which one would Yue Xian want to see first?"
After waiting, there was no response.
What about Feng Yue Xian
Song Pian turned around to look, and when he was halfway to his side, he heard Feng Yuexian's slightly low voice:
"Let's start with this one in your hands."
Do you have this one? Song Pian lowered her eyes and saw that what she was twisting between her fingers was a red silk shirt.
"it is good."
Song Pian picked up the tulle shirt and looked back at Feng Yuexian, who was standing very close to her.
Xu is carrying the relationship behind the window, and Feng Yuexian's eyes are darker than usual.
Seeing that she didn't mean to move her footsteps, Song Pian smiled and said:
"It will take some time for me to change. You eat some cakes and wait a moment."
This is driving yourself out.
Feng Yuexian paused for a moment, his chin slightly nodded:
"Um."
She turned around and walked out, brushing aside the crystal curtain, and went to the main hall.
Feng Yuexian walked slowly to the octagonal table and, as Song Pianjiao said, tasted the cakes.
The people who practice martial arts have excellent ears, and through the willow-like crystal curtain, the sound of the cloth rubbing on the other side can be heard.
Feng Yue took a leisurely breath.
She picked up a piece of red bean cake, and a round red bean was very flattering and fell into her palm.
Feng Yuexian glanced at it, and rolled the tip of her tongue, and rolled the red beans into her throat.
swallowed.
There was a small exclamation from within.
"how?"
Feng Yuexian turned back, and Bu Yao made a clanging sound.
"It's nothing, it's just a bird. It fluttered outside the window and was chased away by the palace servants."
Song Pianjiao's voice was still like the chirping of a warbler, and it was very pleasant to the ear with its unique slowness and slowness.
But at this time, Feng Yuexian didn't want to listen any more, she had been hooked away by the scene in front of her.
The crystal curtain is like an ice sheet, flowing with silver light.
Across the shadowy curtain, Song Pian turned her back to herself, thinking about changing it quickly, only the shawl was not wrapped around her shoulders and arms.
The crimson silk was hanging on the arms, and the remaining two tight and thin white arms were hung with red yarn, and a pair of rounded shoulders, slender and warm.
The blue silk piles on the back of the neck are like clouds, loose and loose, and under the shadows, a small half of the suet jade-like back is exposed.
She twisted the fabric in her delicate hands, her arms moved like a phoenix bird feather, her head was slightly lifted, the blue silk trembled, and the crimson tulle spread over her shoulders and neck, covering the flawless jade under her body.
Like red ink dripping into the water, a thin red smoky lingered around. It is also like rouge poured on rice paper, and the fine powder greasy swayed crimson light smoke on the paper, which was fragrant and seductive.
The blue silk is flowing, the jade bone is ice muscle, the red and silk is burning, and the posture is romantic.
Slim, elegant, magnificent, passionate.
Under the window, there was a thin smoke from the soul-returning plum, and next to the incense burner, there was a small fan with its pendant hanging on the side of the table.
The crystal curtain is clear and bright, half-covered, everything is like a fairy palace, gorgeous and hazy.
Feng Yuexian's breathing stagnated.
At this point, she felt that she should not look back.
In other words, she was just waiting for a curtain to look at it before, but God favored her and made her wait.
Now, after enjoying the beautiful scenery, the rationality can be returned to the cage.
Song Pian tidied up her clothes, and when she saw that it was roughly in place, she turned around and said:
"I've changed it."
Across the crystal curtain, but seeing Feng Yuexian sitting with her back to the crystal curtain, her hair swayed violently.
But with the curtain blocking, Jin Buyao was extremely delicate and small, Song Piantao suspected that he was dazzled, and when he took a second look, it seemed that he had never shaken.
Feng Yuexian stood up, his face as usual:
"Let me see."
Song Pian responded with a smile, raised her hand slightly, and unfolded some beautiful sleeves:
"Here."
Feng Yue walked in leisurely, and the crystals flowed through her hands like a clear wave.
She walked over, her body was fragrant, and Song Pian flickered, and the two stood in one place.
Between the two aromas blending, Song Pian said:
"Now that you have put it on, let's just pick out the jewelry." She took the lead and walked to the mirror with the flowers wrapped around the branches. "Does Yue Xian like Fang Cai Yue Xian?"
Feng Yuexian followed closely, his eyes fell on her shoulders and neck, and the answer was as usual:
"The guest is as the host, and you choose me."
"Hmm." Song Pian stopped in front of the gold, silver, jade and green table full of cases, looking like he was thinking.
Feng Yue said leisurely, "Finish the bet first."
"Okay." Song Pian sat down on the stool, facing Feng Yuexian, stretched out his arms, and made a gesture of "please".
The forearm, which was only covered with a layer of crimson, had a greasy texture looming, half-covered, and extraordinarily provocative.
Feng Yuexian just glanced at it and then looked away.
Did not dare to see more.
She chose to embed the treasure and point the green phoenix hairpin, walked behind Song Pianto, and sent her between the temples. She controlled her strength, always afraid of hurting Jiaojiao.
She is so young and always sick, so be careful.
Feng Yuexian chose a few more moth hair accessories made of colored glass, hesitating, and it seemed that he wanted to pile them on Song Pian's head.
Song Pian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she chose two to avoid the ending of a bunch of moths flying into her hair.
After the hair room was properly decorated by Feng Yuexian, she pretended to have no intention of saying:
"Can you stick gold coins?"
"I'm willing to admit defeat, please listen and respect."
Song Pian's eyes in the mirror were smiling, obviously a bit of a joke.
Feng Yuexian's eyes darkened slightly, and she opened the jade-inlaid sandalwood box that contained all kinds of flowers and picked them.
Song Pian was idle and idle, then looked at the jewelry on the table. After looking around for a while, she picked up a bracelet buried in a pile of gold and silver, and after a closer look, she realized that there was something else.
The material used for this bracelet is not unusual. The left side is only gold and silver. It is rare to make it novel. Three or four extremely small hollow gold balls are strung on the bracelet, and incense pills are filled in it. Very sweet and delightful.
Song Piantao put it on her wrist, shook it, and the fragrant pills inside followed.
"Yue Xian, look."
Feng Yuexian, who was busy picking flowers, heard the movement and looked up.
Between Yingbai Shengxue's bright wrists, the bracelets floated gold, the incense pills were shaken randomly, and the fragrance of jasmine was overflowing randomly.
Song Pian's wrist was too thin, the bracelet rolled loosely onto his forearm, and hid under the crimson sleeve shirt, only a golden red shadow could be seen.
Jasmine Fragrance wrapped around the rich and warm fragrance of the arm, and refused to leave.
Feng Yuexian clenched the wooden box tightly in his hand, and gently rubbed the jade color with his fingers.
"Have you chosen yet?"
"Okay." Feng Yue replied leisurely, her usual cold and charming voice was a little hoarse.
"What's the pattern?"
Song Pian squatted on the stool, turned her head and raised her body, and looked at Jintian in her hand.
Before Feng Yue could answer, she suddenly grabbed Song Pian's forearm, leaned down, and pressed her in front of the mirror.
She lifted Song Pian's chin slightly with her other hand, soft and firm.
Feng Yue kissed her casually.
The peach blossoms and golden tins that can be opened are blooming in the soft and rich grinding room.
The shawl spreads like a mist, and was pressed by Feng Yuexian.
Qingluo's shirt slid between her arms with her movements, no longer covering it. Feng Yuexian's subordinates were Jasmine Fragrance, Sheep Fat Jade, and Jiaojiao.
The wooden box full of flower tins rolled to the ground, and all kinds of flower tins spilled out, which was brilliant and extravagant.
Light smoke curled slowly from the furnace, and the crystal curtain swayed.
Jin Tian softened.