Men always like the new and hate the old, and women are always nostalgic, so these two creatures together, real life is more like an ethics drama than a fairy tale.
Zhuang Luoyan hung a jade pendant for the emperor himself, and looked up at the emperor in a half-squat position, "Your Majesty, it's still cold, be careful on the road."
"I know that you are weak recently, so you should be more careful," Feng Jin stretched out his hand to support Zhuang Luoyan, stroking the blue silk draped over her shoulders, "The lotus pond that I have asked the people in the palace to clean up a few days ago, this year The lotus flowers must still be beautiful."
"Emperor!" Zhuang Luoyan's eyes widened suddenly, and then looked away, "Concubine always causes trouble for the emperor."
"How could Concubine Ai think like this? In my heart, why are you troublesome?" Feng Jin took the person into his arms, "You are my beloved. Don't say such words again. There are many women in the harem. Your mind is pure and kind, and it is inevitable that some people will hate you, I believe in your temperament, so there is no need to worry too much."
He let go of the woman in his arms, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, and Feng Jin smiled and said, "It's getting late, I should go to court, you can rest for a while."
"Respectfully send the emperor," Zhuang Luoyan leaned against the door and looked at the emperor's back reluctantly.
Feng Jin turned back and saw that Zhuang Luoyan was still reluctantly looking at his back, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he turned and walked out of Xihe Palace.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Shangyuan Festival is the first lively festival after the new year. The masters of the harem will make their servants a beautiful lamp, and at night, they will light the lamp and hang it on the branch to express their prayers to heaven. meaning.
The concubines and concubines of the harem even thought about the lights, hoping to make a lottery to win the emperor's attention, because the emperor would also choose the most beautiful lamp to reward on the evening of the Lantern Festival.
In the royal garden, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shadowed.
The emperor and the queen walked in the garden together, looking at the lamps hanging everywhere, and commenting on them one by one.
"This year's lanterns are more beautiful than previous years," the queen pointed to an exquisite lantern with a fairy boy holding a longevity peach. "This lantern is so lifelike, who made it?"
The eunuch standing by the side stepped forward to look at the nameplate on the lantern and said, "Go back to the Empress, this lantern was made by Su Xiuyi."
"Su Xiuyi is really attentive," the queen smiled lightly, "reward."
Feng Jin glanced at the lamp, noncommittal, then looked around, and suddenly pointed to a round lamp, "Take that lamp down and show me."
The little eunuch hurriedly stepped forward and took off the lamp, Feng Jin took it and looked at it, and he was neither smiling nor angry.
This lamp has been made into the shape of a pig. It is not as ugly as the farmhouse, but a round and naive look. There are also two poems on the pig's stomach. The writing is good, but the poems are a bit nondescript. .
"This pig knows that it exists in the sky, how can I hear it in the world." Feng Jin coughed and glanced at the famous brand hanging below, "Zhao Xianrong, how can this good poem be caught in your hands? Ruined like this?"
Zhuang Luoyan, who was among the concubines and concubines, saw that the lamp he made was taken out by the emperor, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he bowed to the emperor with a "weird taste" mocking eyes, "Go back to the emperor, concubine. I think this pig is very naive. It is not comparable to other pigs, so after thinking about it, only this poem is worthy of this pig.”
"It turns out that ordinary poetry is not worthy of this pig lamp." Feng Jin raised the lamp and looked at it again, "It's a bit of a novelty, Gao Dezhong, put this lamp away, and don't scare other people."
The queen glanced at the dissimilar lamp, and then glanced at the back of Gao Dezhong's departure. Isn't that the direction to go to the main palace
"Zhao Xianrong's lamp is really special," Su Xiuyi glanced at Zhuang Luoyan with a half-smile, and walked quickly behind Concubine Shu before waiting for Zhuang Luoyan to speak.
Zhuang Luoyan sighed in his heart, other people who travel through the world can always be amazed by the Q version of cute things, why are they so sad when they come to her
Sure enough, reality and time travel novels are still different. The aesthetics of the ancients and modern people are not the same line at all.
"Who made this lamp? The beautiful woman holds the lamp, which is very suitable for the joy of Shangyuan." Feng Jin pointed to a beautiful lamp, and immediately a palace servant took it.
"Jade steps give birth to white dew, and Ye Jiu invades Luo socks. But under the crystal curtain, I look at the autumn moon exquisitely." Feng Jin read out the poem on the lamp, glanced at the concubines behind him, did not say anything, just let the eunuch on the side turn the lamp closed.
Concubine Shu Gui glanced at the beauty lamp and glanced back, with some contempt in her expression.
"This kind of effort is really sour." Su Xiuyi sneered, after all, he didn't dare to say it too loudly.
However, the Empress seemed to hear Su Xiuyi's words and turned her head to look in the direction of Concubine Shu Gui. Concubine Shu Gui raised her head and looked at the Queen, without any intention of avoiding it.
The two quickly looked away, but Zhuang Luoyan, who happened to see this scene, felt a little emotional. The two of them could fight a battle with just their eyes.
The day after the Shangyuan Festival, everyone in the harem found out the latest news from the Qianzheng Palace. The emperor turned over the sign of Xu Zhaorong in Changtianlou.
After Zhuang Luoyan got the news, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, is Xu Zhaorong's return to favor or the emperor's whim? If the former is not very good, after all, this one seems to have an indescribable hostility towards him.
When he woke up in the morning, Feng Jin opened his arms and let Xu Zhaorong sort out his robes for him. Seeing Xu Zhaorong kneeling on the ground to sort out his shoes, Feng Jin stretched out his hand to help her up, "It's cold on the ground, just leave these things to the palace maids."
"A concubine is willing to do anything for the emperor," Xu Zhaorong straightened his shoes, put his hand in Feng Jin's hand, and stood up slowly.
"If I were cold to you, I would also feel distressed," Feng Jin reached out and stroked his hair, but felt that the blue silk was not as smooth as Zhao Xianrong's, and immediately withdrew his hand, "I should go."
When he walked to the door, Feng Jin turned his head and saw Xu Zhaorong bowing his head respectfully. Although he was more than respectful, he was somewhat dull.
When the emperor left, Xu Zhaorong raised his head, with reluctance in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.
Walking on the bluestone road in the morning, the cold air invaded his face, which made Zhuang Luoyan take a breath. Although it is no longer snowing, the spring is cold and the morning is still unbearably cold.
"Niangniang, it's so cold, you should come out on a chariot," Tingzhu tightened the cloak on Zhuangluo's body, "Don't freeze your body."
"It's so precious," Zhuang Luoyan smiled, looking up just in time to see the bright yellow imperial guard of honor walking by in the distance, she looked blankly at the group of people gradually walking away, until there was no shadow, she said lightly, "Go. Bar."
Tingzhu glanced at her master worriedly, and held her hand carefully, "Madame, be careful with your feet."
As soon as the first month of the month passed, the Hua Dynasty Festival on the second day of the second month was ushered in, and the official canonization ceremony of the concubines and concubines was also scheduled on the same day.
Zhuang Luoyan wore the official Begonia red Xianrong costume, took the Xianrong book seal given by the queen herself, and bowed three times and nine times to the queen, while the historian recorded this scene, she can be regarded as the real meaning. Lady Xianrong above.
When the queen saw Zhuang Luoyan kneeling and bowing, the tassels in her hair and Jin Buyao only swayed slightly, her demeanor was very appropriate, she smiled and said, "Wang Er's heart is the holy body, don't slack off."
"Concubine, remember the empress's teachings," Zhuang Luoyan saluted again.
"Well," the Queen nodded, "Go back."
Zhuang Luoyan quietly stepped aside and heard the next concubine to be canonized, and thought a little distractedly, the higher the position in the harem, the more quota. Fall off the horse, how many people are on the rise.
After the canonization ceremony, the queen took the concubines and concubines to enjoy the flowers in the imperial garden. The flower branches in the imperial garden were already covered with delicate cut flowers, which made people look at it as if the branches were real flowers.
The queen took the colorful note handed over by the palace maid and tied it with a piece of red rope. She seemed to sigh with emotion: "Ever since I can remember, every time a flower goes to the palace, a colorful note will be hung on the flower branch. Now so many years have passed. The tree is still beautiful, but this palace is losing its color day by day." After speaking, he glanced at the concubines behind him, "You should also put one up."
Concubine Shu took the things handed by the palace maid, and said with a smile, "If the Empress lost its color, wouldn't we have lost it long ago." Her white fingers like onion roots tied the red string into a beautiful knot, and the color was very beautiful. The note hung on the flower branch.
Zhuang Luoyan felt that the Queen's words were implying that these people will lose their color one day, but women are already old one day, and the Israeli servants are destined to lose their color and fall in love. She wants to spend the rest of her life. Live a good life and live a comfortable life, but also put more effort into it.
After casually tying the red rope into a knot, Zhuang Luoyan took the handkerchief handed by Tingzhu to wipe his hands, and admired these lifelike paper-cut flowers.
I have to say that the talent of the ancients is amazing. She has never seen such a beautiful paper-cut in her previous life.
"Today is the Flower Dynasty. When this palace brings the sisters to worship the Flower God, Concubine Shu should have an extra stick of incense," the queen said slowly, "It is because of the sincerity, the stone is open, and Concubine Shu does not want it. Wasting today's great opportunity."
"The queen cares so much about her concubine, which really flatters her concubine. It would be better if the concubine would also add an extra stick of incense to the queen's concubine." Concubine Shu Gui replied with a smile.
"This palace is different from Concubine Shu Gui, Concubine Shu Gui is better to ask more for herself." The Queen smiled and looked at a cluster of green grass with an indescribable elegance in her demeanor.
The corners of Zhuang Luoyan's mouth twitched. She hadn't heard what the Queen meant at first, and it took her a long time to figure it out.
In the sturdy idea of the ancients, the flower court is also the festival of the flower god, and the flower is the birth/reproductive/vessel, so the flower god can bless and give birth, and a married woman can give birth to a child by kneeling to the flower god. The Queen's words made it clear that she was mocking Concubine Shu for being a hen who didn't lay eggs.
Looking at Concubine Shu's somewhat stiff smile with sympathy, a beauty is a beauty, her smile is so stiff and still so beautiful.
"The Emperor is here."
Hearing this announcement, Zhuang Luoyan knelt down with the crowd and said that the emperor would not miss the opportunity to appreciate flowers and beauties today.
Feng Jin called out, looked at the concubines and said, "Today is a good day to enjoy flowers. I have already asked people to choose the flowers. You can choose your favorite flower hairpin."
A few palace maids came up with a few trays of flowers. Zhuang Luoyan saw that there were flowers of various colors on the tray, but they were not real, but made of paper of various colors. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see any fake.
After the emperor personally selected the peony to be the queen's hairpin, the rest of the people began to choose, but they all avoided the choice of peony.
Zhuang Luoyan chose a pink lily at random, and just after wearing it on his temples, he heard a voice behind him.
"Zhaoxian Rongguo is really elegant and out of the dust, and it is really suitable to choose pink lily."
Zhuang Luoyan turned around, and the person who spoke was actually Zhuang Jieyu, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.