Concubine Zhuang sang the song "Rolling Pearl Curtain" written by Wu Zhe.
Jinghua red makeup waiting for who will return...
Kongliu Yiren is slowly haggard...
Sighing at the flowing water and falling flowers...
Every line of the lyrics seemed to touch Concubine Zhuang's heart.
What is Xuanwu Emperor to me? Who is she waiting for with her red makeup
The emperor is the emperor, he will come when he comes, so what if he doesn't come? I am not waiting for him.
Could it be Zhou Zhiruo who was waiting? Although we really missed her these past few days, we didn't know what to say when she came just now.
It seems that only the things between the beds have a common language between each other.
Beautiful makeup, who is it for? Maybe it's just that life is like a dream, leaving melancholy in my heart.
Concubine Zhuang's tears were slightly dry.
She is also quite a wise person, and she quickly figured out what was on her mind.
Lonely candle, maybe the rest of my life will be spent here
Concubine Zhuang couldn't help thinking of the many battles in the palace. Especially the war between concubines and concubines where there is no smoke of gunpowder, and it is unknown how many beauties died and how many beauties stayed in the cold palace.
I'm here, at least I'm not in limbo.
Concubine Zhuang grinned bitterly, looking at the lyrics of Wu Zhe's score, she felt refined. She simply abandoned the original reservedness of Concubine Zhuang, and no longer fantasized about whether she could regain her favor.
Wu Zhe never imagined that one of his prose songs with rolling bead curtains would nurture a possible master of music.
Back at Prince Mo's Mansion, Wu Zhe saw a few young women standing strangely not far from the gate of the mansion before getting off the carriage and before entering the mansion.
Standing is naturally not a strange place, the problem is that each of them is holding an umbrella.
On a sunny day, what kind of umbrella do you wear
Wu Zhe was taken aback for a moment, but understood in an instant.
Women are really jealous, Wu Zhe slapped his forehead. I just went to the temple where Concubine Zhuang is meditating, and someone is already annoyed.
"Come here." Wu Zhe called softly.
"Serve Aunt Zhou." More than a dozen villains ran over quickly, bowing and waiting for orders.
Aunt? Why does it sound so awkward? Wu Zhe thought in his heart that I don't have pain in the butt, but it hurts easily in the chest, so he hurriedly said, "Just call me Miss Zhou, why are you calling me a senior?"
"Yes—serve Miss Zhou." More than a dozen attendants obeyed.
The old mang wanted to laugh: in front of the yellow-haired girl, he kept talking about grandma. No wonder people don't want to hear it. There are so many titles, it is inevitable to think of some of her particularly prominent places.
Wu Zhe didn't pay attention to Mang Lao's suppressed laughter, but felt that the effect of this instant response was quite refreshing, and he was proud of it. Tell the ten or so attendants of Prince Mo's mansion: "Come in, and learn to sing a song for me together."
The dozen or so attendants were baffled, but their identities could not be questioned at all, so they obediently followed Wu Zhe into the mansion.
A few young women at the door seemed to be idle and holding umbrellas, but they were actually looking at this side expectantly. After seeing Wu Zhe, he went in like this. One can not help but feel a little disappointed.
"Oh, Zhou Zhiruo doesn't seem to understand our behavior."
"I also think who can understand it?"
"How do you deal with Princess Qing when you go back?"
These women chirped and muttered.
Before the debate came to a conclusion, the dozen or so attendants of Prince Mo's mansion returned to the door again.
They stood in front of the gate with slightly embarrassed expressions, exchanged glances with each other, and sang loudly together: "Hey, the sun is out, happy, clatter—"
Many passers-by on the street were startled, why is there still singing folk songs at the gate of Prince Mo's Mansion
The women holding umbrellas were stunned on the spot.
"What's the matter? These dozen big men fell into a daze together?"
"No, no, there is something in the meaning of the lyrics."
The young woman with a quick mind clapped her hands: "I'm afraid this song is for our Princess Qing!"
"Ah! When you say that, it seems to be a bit detached."
"Don't be so sentimental. It's just a song, why must it be related to Princess Qing?"
"It's the answer to our Princess Qing."
"Why didn't I see it?"
"Metaphor, isn't it sunny when the sun comes out?"
"Who said that? I just think this song is obedient."
"Then what do you mean we're here with an umbrella?"
"It's just that our Princess Sunny is unhappy, so it won't be sunny? If it's not sunny, it's raining. Naturally, we need an umbrella."
They were arguing here, and after the dozen or so guards sang a few folk songs, they actually said in unison: "Our Miss Zhou said—"
Upon hearing this, the girls holding the umbrellas immediately fell silent. One by one pricked up their ears and listened.
Only the guards said in unison: "Our Miss Zhou said... the sun rises in the east and rains in the west, so there is no sunshine but there is sunshine!"
Wow, that sounds so grand. The group of women immediately understood that the guess just now was correct, and it really was a message.
The women holding umbrellas clattered and put away their umbrellas. They all arrived at the corner of the street and took a carriage back to Changqing Palace.
In Changqing Palace, Princess Qing is sulking.
"If you die without a conscience, it's better to die outside and not come back." Princess Qing was writing calligraphy in her boudoir, using her strength while writing.
The barrel of the pen was rattled.
Several of her personal maids were waiting on the side, and they couldn't help laughing secretly.
Before Princess Qing came out of Emperor Xuanwu's Heart Cultivation Hall, she heard the latest news that Zhou Zhiruo was going to visit Concubine Zhuang.
Emperor Xuanwu just smiled slightly. But he asked Princess Qing like a fan, "Can you bear it?"
Princess Qing was originally worried that her father would be angry, but when she saw that he was not angry, just as she let go, she changed her mind and started to get angry with her sweetheart.
What do you mean by leaving Wudu for business and returning to concubine Zhuang who was arranged to practice Buddhism? Returning to Changqing Palace sullenly, Princess Qing sent several maids to Prince Mo's Mansion.
She told the maids to put on ordinary women's clothes, but each held an umbrella.
It's a puzzle, but one that's easy to crack if you put your mind to it.
Princess Qing was waiting in her ever-clear palace, she couldn't bear her temper and already broke several high-quality Langhao pens.
In the past, Princess Qing, who had always been gentle and refined, would behave like this, and the maids around her were stunned.
"His Royal Highness, there is an echo!"
There was news of good news coming from afar, hula lala several palace maids ran over while grabbing palace maid robes and draping them over their bodies. They didn't bother to change into their clothes again, so they could only put on palace robes.
"How decent is it?" Several female guards guarding the door yelled, seeing Princess Qing approaching from a distance, she hastily bowed and saluted.
"Say it!" Princess Qing yelled, her almond eyes rounded.
"Hoo hoo hoo..." The maids who reported the letter panted for a long while in a hurry.
Princess Jiangqing wanted to stomp her feet with hatred, and they all said in a hurry: "Miss Zhou asked a dozen people to sing a song, and also brought a sentence!" (~^~)