Why can't it be you
Wei Yingluo's eyes were blank, and she sighed after a long time, "I once wanted to stay in the palace, stay by the mother's side... and never leave."
Those years in Changchun Palace, fragmented, like sweet candied fruit, like scattered maple leaves, interspersed in the gaps of memory, are the sweetest taste, the most beautiful scenery, make her unforgettable for a lifetime.
"I'll serve my mother when she's here, and I'll serve my little brother when she's gone." A smile appeared on Wei Yingluo's face, a smile that Mingyu hasn't seen in a long time, a smile from her heart, "Wait until the little brother grows up. As a grown-up, I will go back to the Empress, guard the mausoleum for her, talk to her, make her happy... until my bones become ashes."
"Yingluo..." Mingyu's eyes were hot.
The woman in front of her has no idea what happiness is, because her happiness has long been buried under the loess with the queen.
"...Okay, let's stop this topic here." Wei Yingluo waved her hand, not wanting to discuss this topic any more, "Find someone for me... someone who can speak Jiangnan dialect."
In the Forbidden City, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and you can even find someone who speaks Dashi, let alone someone who can speak Jiangnan dialect.
No need to leave the Yanxi Palace, Mingyu called a sweeping maid directly from the courtyard.
Not long after the palace maid entered the palace, the mandarin had not yet been learned, and as soon as she opened her mouth, the Jiangnan accent overflowed: "slave"
Hearing her voice, Wei Yingluo nodded secretly and asked her, "Are you literate?"
"I know a few words." The palace maid replied.
Wei Yingluo gave Mingyu a wink, Mingyu walked over and showed her the words on the paper, the palace maid Wu Nong said softly, word by word, "This guest, do you want to drink? Sangluo, Xinfeng, Chrysanthemum, Zhuyeqing, and Erhong, which one do the guests want?"
After reading, she looked carefully at Wei Yingluo.
Wei Yingluo lay in the chair, closed her eyes, and said lightly, "Read more."
"This guest, do you want to drink? Sangluo, Xinfeng, Chrysanthemum, Zhuyeqing, and Erhong, which one does the guest want?"
"Read more."
"This guest, do you want to drink? Sangluo, Xinfeng, Chrysanthemum, Zhuyeqing, and Erhong, which one does the guest want?"
"Read more."
"This guest..."
Wu Nong's soft words echoed in the Yanxi Palace, and half a month passed between the ups and downs.
On this day, the sun was shining brightly, and a mighty group of people were walking on the palace road.
"Pure Concubine." The Empress Dowager walked at the forefront, with a yellow silk covering her eyes, and asked curiously, "What the hell are you doing?"
Concubine Chun held her hand and smiled as she walked: "Empress Dowager, listen."
"Selling flowers! One copper plate and two!"
"Guest officer, would you like some tea? The best Biluochun!"
"Sister, buy a piece of cloth, the new one just arrived!"
A bamboo flute is in the Jiangnan tune, and the streets are full of cries.
The queen mother tore off the yellow silk from her eyes, and when she looked around, she saw that on both sides of the palace road, there were countless small stalls in the style of Jiangnan, some selling tea, some selling snacks, and some selling antique jade ware.
Behind each stall stood a eunuch or a palace maid, dressed as an ordinary stall owner, doing the things of an ordinary stall owner. As soon as anyone came, he would sell it loudly. At first glance, he really thought he had stepped on his feet. Wrong, I entered the Jiangnan Market from the Forbidden City.
"Concubine Chun, what's going on?" The Queen Mother looked at Concubine Chun in surprise.
Concubine Chungui smiled softly: "Isn't the queen mother yearning for the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River? There are no small bridges and flowing water in the Forbidden City, so the courtiers and concubines followed the memory of their appearance, and let the eunuchs and maids set out the palace market. But there are also wine flags fluttering, pedestrians like weaving, the right to please the queen mother!"
The queen mother looked at the lively scene in front of her and sighed: "Pure Concubine, you have a heart!"
"Prince Concubine's mind is very good, but this is not true after all." Hongli walked on the other side of the Queen Mother and smiled slightly, "I have decided to build it for the Queen Mother in front of Wanshou Temple and along the banks of the Royal River. When a Suzhou Street is built, the Queen Mother will be able to see the scenery of Jiangnan with her own eyes.”
The Empress Dowager was both happy and worried: "Emperor, this would be too labor-intensive..."
Hongli: "As long as the queen mother is happy, I will be satisfied."
Behind him, a group of concubines looked at Chun Guifei with jealous eyes.
How could she be allowed to dominate? Afterwards, he suddenly smiled: "The Queen Mother, Concubine Chungui is really smart, and she can quietly prepare such a surprise. Yichen concubine sees that since the palace and market are all laid out, don't just watch it, it should be of great use!"
The Queen Mother wondered: "How does it come in handy?"
There happened to be a jade stall next to him, and then he took off the jade bracelet on his wrist and bent over to put it on the stall.
"Now the war in Jinchuan has just leveled off. Although the Qing Dynasty won, it also suffered heavy casualties. The family members of many casualties received very limited pensions. Every concubine in the palace started, and everyone donated jewelry and property for charity sale. Of course, since it was a charity sale, it could not be limited to ministers and palace servants, but all these stalls should be put out of the palace gate, and the money in exchange would be used for charity. Compassionate casualties."
The Empress Dowager was always keen to do good deeds. Hearing this, he immediately said Amitabha Buddha. Hongli was also moved: "Empress, you are very thoughtful. It is indeed a good idea, and you will not waste the palace market carefully prepared by the pure noble concubine."
Being borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha, Concubine Chung was very unhappy in her heart, but she smiled on her face: "It's still the empress who thinks well, the concubine only wants to make the queen mother happy, and she didn't expect such a deep level. In this case, the concubine will do her best. Have a heart!"
After speaking, he took off the gem pendant on his ear and put it on the jade stand.
When the concubines and concubines heard this, they all took off the jewelry on their heads and bodies, and put them all together.
Hongli stood with his hands behind his back, watching this scene with a smile, his eyes suddenly stopped, and he focused on the wine stall not far away.
Thousands of miles of Yingti green and red, Shuicun Mountain Guo wine flag winds, a red wine flag is displayed in the wind, and there are four huge black wine jars, a wooden wine table, and a few chairs.
A girl selling wine was standing in front of the wine jar with a long wine spoon in her hand.
There was an old eunuch sitting in front of the wine bowl. He slowly finished drinking the wine in the bowl, then groped for two copper plates from his arms and placed them on the table. The girl was reaching out to put it away when a shadow suddenly appeared on the opposite side and she looked up. Look, Hongli looked at her coldly: "Why are you here?"
Wei Yingluo, clothed in cloth and Jing Chai, smiled sweetly, pulled a handkerchief from her waist, wiped the table cleanly, and when she opened her mouth, Wu Nong said softly: "This guest, do you want to drink? Sang Luo, Xin Feng, chrysanthemum, bamboo leaf green, and daughter red, which one do the guests want?"
Hongli looked at her up and down, and saw a lot of palace flowers. Occasionally, when I saw such a wild flower, I found it very novel: "Ling Concubine, what are you wearing?"
"There are no concubines today, only the wine-sellers. These are all famous wines in the south of the Yangtze River. It is rare to taste them!" Yingluo said seriously, "If you don't buy it, I will sell the wine to others! Feng 25 essays, chrysanthemum wine 30 essays, Zhu Yeqing 20 essays, daughter red 25 essays, come and buy, come and buy!"
Hongli came to be interested, and she did as she wanted, pretending to be a guest, pointing to a jar and saying, "What kind of wine is this?"
Wei Yingluo scooped up a spoon and handed it to him: "Authentic Dukang wine, sir, you can smell it."
Hongli hooked the corner of his mouth, like a very difficult guest, raised his nose and raised his eyes: "Sangluo and Zhuyeqingjiu are all from Shanxi, when did they go to Suzhou? Before selling wine, they don't ask the market price. Dare to come and buy your wine?"
Wei Yingluo was startled.
The sound of footsteps sounded behind him, Hongli turned his head to the side, seeing that the Queen Mother and others were walking this way, he frowned slightly, quickly took the wine spoon from Wei Yingluo's palm, took a casual sip, and then clicked his mouth. Said: "This wine is not good, the queen mother, let's go to the front and take a look!"
After speaking, he turned and walked towards the queen mother, leading them to another way.
It's like a drinker with a gluttonous stomach, unwilling to share the fine wine he has finally found with others.
Wei Yingluo: "Your Majesty, my wine spoon! You haven't returned it to me—"
Before he finished speaking, Hongli had already taken off the jade pendant from his waist, and handed it over with his backhand: "Pay for the wine!"
Wei Yingluo was startled and raised her hand to pick it up, but she didn't want the drink money to be fake and the molestation to be real, Hongli squeezed her palm lightly.
Men and women who seem to be in love, carrying their elders behind their backs, secretly write down a time and a place on the palm of each other's palms, and then the willow heads on the moon, and the people make an appointment after dusk.
Wei Yingluo slowly retracted her hand and smiled at the opponent's back.
It was night, and Hong returned to Yanxi Palace after a long absence.
Li Yu's eyeballs went from left to right, and then from right to left, coming and going with his steps, but he kept lingering outside the palace gate and never entered the palace gate.
Suddenly I saw a group of palace maids from far to near, headed by Ming Yu, carrying a mahogany food box in her hand. It seemed that she had just returned from the imperial tea house to get supper for the master. When she looked up and saw Hongli, she was busy making a salute and was about to leave. Li Yu didn't speak, but Li Yu was annoyed: "What kind of rules do you have, seeing the emperor coming, why don't you invite your master to greet him?"
Mingyu lowered her eyebrows and said pleasingly, "Master said, the emperor will definitely not be able to enter, so she will not waste her efforts."
Hongli was a little hesitant to enter or not to enter, but now she is agitated, but his face sank, and he made up his mind: "She is smart again!"
After speaking, without hesitation, he raised his foot and walked towards the bedroom.
Behind him, Ming Yu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and Li Yu's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and he said slowly, "Your master is plotting against the emperor again?"
Mingyu quickly restrained the smile on his face and said innocently: "Look at what Director Li said, my master is telling the truth!"
"Pretend, you continue to pretend." Li Yu clicked his tongue twice, "But I can tell you that the emperor has a fire in his heart. Even if the concubine attracts the emperor, it may not be a good thing!"
Mingyu was stunned for a moment, looking towards the direction of the dormitory, full of worry.
As the palaces opened and closed, the eunuchs and maids were locked out.
"Ling concubine." Hongli looked at the man walking towards him, "What are you wearing?"
Wei Yingluo came towards him, but she was still wearing the clothes of a wine-seller in the daytime, the color of a green ant's new fermented wine, and a wooden hairpin was slanted on the side of the cloud. Small white jade jug.
"The flower path has never been swept away by guests, and the Pengmen is now open for you." Wei Yingluo turned her fingers, and the jug tinkled, "What kind of wine do you want to drink tonight."
Hongli didn't pick up her wine or her words, like a customer who went to the wrong store, as if he would leave this place and leave her in the next step.
This is also a matter of course.
Dressing up as a civilian girl can only make him amazed for a moment at most, and a little Jiangnan tune can only attract him at most. Wei Yingluo knows very well that the two functions are limited, and neither can make him change his mind.
- Only to see her next performance.