Inside Zhaoyang Palace.
Prince Jing volunteered to take the place of a palace maid, stretched out his wrist, and let Concubine Lu support him as they walked into Zhaoyang Palace together.
When he was about to step into the inner hall, King Jing suddenly stopped and his eyes fell on the garden beside the path.
Looking around, the peonies in the garden are blooming charmingly against the backdrop of green leaves. Red, purple, pink, each peony flower stretches its petals to its heart's content, like dancing ladies fluttering their skirts, so beautiful, graceful, beautiful, stunningly beautiful, and gorgeous.
In particular, there are two peonies that are the most eye-catching, half of their petals are dark purple and black, and the other half are bright red like blood.
Familiar peony.
Familiar memories.
When I was a child, I was playing hide-and-seek with my third brother and Ning An in the garden of Rongfu Palace. My third brother accidentally stepped on and broke a peony that was half deep purple and half bright red. I remember that it made Concubine Du heartbroken for a long time.
"What's wrong, Zhener?" asked Concubine Lu Jingfei.
"Mother, if I remember correctly, these peonies are from Concubine Du's palace, right?" King Jing asked in an affirmative tone.
"You remember it clearly, but not now." Concubine Lu Jing turned around and looked at the peonies in the garden. Her clear eyes, like blue waves, were filled with pride. The curve of her mouth was as perfect as a crescent moon. She was so charming with just one smile.
Peony is the king of flowers. Isn't it the symbol of the mistress of the harem? How could Concubine Du Kang have a peony garden now
"Mother likes crabapples, and Concubine Du loves peonies. Peonies are not what mother likes, so why should mother take away someone else's favorite?" King Jing shook his head slightly.
"Who on earth gave birth to you? It would be fine if you didn't help your mother, but why did you support that bitch?" Concubine Lu Jing glared at King Jing and said angrily, "Mother, I like peonies recently. Is that not okay? Besides, I just mentioned that I like peonies. Your father had them transplanted from Rongfu Palace. How can I steal someone else's love?"
"Mother..." Upon seeing this, King Jing shook his head helplessly and smiled.
... ...
There is a study in Rongfu Palace, which is beautifully decorated. There is a guqin, a desk, and a room with a boudoir atmosphere.
"Brother, do you understand?"
Princess Ning'an sat in front of the desk, holding her cheek with one hand, and using the other pink little hand to pull a corner of the rice paper and draw on it boredly.
The Xuan paper was very familiar, it was the same Xuan paper on which Zhu Ping'an wrote the poem "Lying in Spring".
Opposite the desk, Prince Yu held a brush and copied a copy of "Wo Chun". Standing in front of the desk, he looked at the copy of "Wo Chun" and thought seriously. This was a habit he developed when he was a child, and it also came from a lesson taught by Emperor Jiajing. When he was a child, during the Chinese New Year, Emperor Jiajing had a whim and personally taught Prince Yu, Prince Zhuangjing, and Prince Jing a Qingci. Prince Zhuangjing and Prince Jing understood it quickly, but Prince Yu didn't understand it at all. He asked Emperor Jiajing again and again. Emperor Jiajing was annoyed by the questions and angrily asked Prince Yu to stir it a hundred times. He taught Prince Yu that reading a hundred times will reveal its meaning. You are a little stupid, but you will eventually understand it after copying it a hundred times. From then on, Prince Yu gradually formed the habit of using copying to promote understanding.
After listening to Princess Ning'an's question, Prince Yu frowned and slowly shook his head.
"Hehe, is the sun rising from the west today? Doesn't Ning An get dizzy when she sees poetry, songs, and essays? Why did she take the initiative to discuss poetry with your royal brother today?" Concubine Du Kang joked as she looked at Princess Ning An with a smile on her face.
"Empress Du, am I so unlearned..." Princess Ning'an put the poem in her hand on the table with a slightly red face, then ran over and hugged Concubine Du Kang's arm, shaking her and acting coquettishly.
"Hehe, I'm afraid your father will be worried in the future." Concubine Du Kang suddenly giggled.
"Why?" Princess Ning'an raised her little face and asked in confusion.
"Hehe, because our little Ning An is not only naturally beautiful, but now she is well-educated and well-mannered. What kind of prince consort can be worthy of our little Ning An? I'm afraid only the top scholar can be worthy of her." Concubine Du Kang covered her mouth with an embroidered handkerchief and giggled.
"I don't want to marry that exhibitionist named Zhu... Your Majesty~~Ning'an will ignore you." When Princess Ning'an heard Concubine Du Kang say that only the number one scholar was worthy of her, she immediately thought of a certain exhibitionist who took off his pants in public to check the treasury. She felt a chill all over her body, and every cell in her body was in opposition. She blurted out the words subconsciously. After she finished speaking, she met Concubine Du Kang's gossipy eyes, and her pretty face immediately turned red like a ripe apple. She snorted, turned around in shame and annoyance, lowered her head and ignored Concubine Du Kang.
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." Concubine Du Kang coaxed with a smile.
Princess Ning An then turned around and said, "Madam Concubine Du, please don't play this kind of joke on Ning An anymore."
"Yeah." Concubine Du Kang nodded, obviously not meaning what she said.
After everyone got quiet, Prince Yu, who was sitting across from the desk, seemed to have figured out something and spoke slowly:
"If we ignore the rhythm, this poem is a very good poem. Perhaps, this is a poem that does not pay attention to rhythm. Influenced by Liu Zongyuan's opposition to parallel prose, and with the artistic conception of Su Dongpo and Liu Yong's Song Dynasty poems, it is catchy and easy to sing, and seems to be a new genre. The dark plum blossoms and the quiet smell of flowers... ... one dark, one quiet, simply describe the plum blossoms to god. Well, there is also the distant smell of lying like water, using the sense of smell to describe the vision. This technique is used very well. From a distance, the trees of blooming plum blossoms look like a pool of red lake water. The shore behind is like green, the shore seems to be transparent green, and the shore seems to be transparent dark green, which is also very good. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. Everyone uses green leaves to set off red flowers, but this poem is uncharacteristically, using red flowers to set off green leaves, pointing out the strong spring. This artistic conception is really beautiful, comparable to "Spring River Moon Night"."
"Is what that exhibitionist wrote so good? I don't care about his crappy poems." After listening to Prince Yu's interpretation, Princess Ning'an stretched out her little hand to take the rice paper, and then slammed the rice paper on the table with disdain.
It turns out that he writes so well, huh. But even so, I don’t care. Do you think that if you take the trouble to write a good poem, I will look at you with new eyes? You have read too many dramas and novels. Dream on, huh!
Of course, although Princess Ning'an didn't want it at all, her vanity was still satisfied.
"What poem is so good? Let me see. The dark plum blossoms are faintly heard, lying on the branches with deep sorrow. From afar, it is heard that the plum blossoms are like water, and it is easy to see the spring green..."
As Concubine Du Kang spoke, she took the rice paper on the table, read it in a low voice once, but didn't understand what it meant. Then she read it again, a light flashed in her eyes, as if she was thinking about something. She immediately went back to read it again, and read it silently in a low voice again. Her pretty face suddenly turned red, and she almost couldn't help laughing out loud. She stretched out her slender hand to cover her little mouth, her shoulders trembling, and her big eyes curved into crescents.
Upon seeing this, Prince Yu looked at Concubine Du Kang in confusion.
The same is true for Princess Ning'an.
Seeing the two people looking confused, Concubine Du Kang couldn't help but giggle while covering her mouth. She laughed so hard that her body shook and she seemed to be dying from laughing.