Dingdu is located in the north-central part of Jingheng Kingdom, and the snow comes later in winter.
After handling the government affairs, Emperor Yongkun got up and took Dezhi out of the government affairs hall. The snow was not heavy last night, and the snow on the palace road had already been cleaned up. Melting, concentrating on the inner strength, you can see a layer of translucent ice crystals falling on the snow.
A clean and clear world.
In winter, the grasslands occupied by barbarians in the north had a sharp drop in food, and Jingheng's elite soldiers were pressing forward. The front line had warm clothes, sufficient grain and grass, and a steady stream of charcoal.
Before the beginning of spring in the coming year, Beihu will descend.
With the battle report still on the desk, there was no need to guess about Yong Kun's mood, it was very good.
Xi'er likes plum blossoms. In the depths of the imperial garden is a plum garden deliberately opened up. With internal strength, he is not afraid of the cold. Whenever the plum blossoms are in bloom, Emperor Yongkun always goes for a walk after handling government affairs.
The road is very quiet. Everyone in this Habit Palace knows about it, but none of the concubines will premeditate a chance encounter here. Needless to say, the lessons learned from the past are tragic enough to be unforgettable.
The imperial garden was to the north, and Emperor Yongkun's five senses were excellent. The cool smell of snowflakes in the air carried the purest and clean fragrance of the world, mixed with a little bit of plum blossom fragrance that seemed to have a quiet and proud spirit, and a light fragrance of wine.
Dezhi has followed him since he was a child, and is loyal. He will always be the sky and the earth in front of Emperor Yongkun, but in fact, his own kung fu is enough to deter some people.
Seeing that Emperor Yong Kun in front of him stopped, he also concentrated on sniffing the smell in the air.
The plum fragrance in the air is not the plum fragrance in the imperial garden behind him.
Emperor Yongkun had no intention of harem. This imperial garden was originally a place of beauty and beauty in all dynasties. In this generation, it is almost becoming the most deserted place in the palace. There are not many flower species. In addition, in winter, the snow is heavy, and it is all in vain. of a slice. There is no shadow of flowers.
As for the plum garden, Emperor Yongkun didn't like people approaching. Although he didn't say it, this is an unwritten rule in the palace but everyone keeps it in mind, so the plum blossoms in it are allowed to grow, and some grow wildly. There are also malaise.
In fact, flowers are also like people. The fragrance of flowers is like the smell of the human body. It seems that there is no difference in the smell, but a master of inner breath can distinguish one or two when he concentrates.
Now the air is mixed with the scent of plum blossoms with a light wine aroma, which is very comfortable. The specific senses are like the taste of food memories from childhood that often emerge in the memory. silk.
After De Zhi focused on distinguishing, he stopped making any movements, and all his eyes were on the bright yellow back of Emperor Yongkun due to his duty.
Emperor Yongkun raised his foot and led Dezhi to walk in the direction of the wine.
The palace of Jingheng Kingdom is not huge, but its scope is definitely not small. The two of them seem to be walking at a leisurely pace, but once the figure passes by, it is clearly only one step, but it seems that they are already three steps away.
"Your Majesty, this is the envoy's palace."
"En." After the words fell, the two had already arrived at the gate of the palace.
It can be clearly seen that the name plate of the palace is newly hung.
The three characters fell on the light-colored wooden temple plaque, 'Qingming Temple', and Wujinmo, even though it is black at first glance, but when you look closely, the sun shines on the font, and the golden light is reflected everywhere. .
The style of the font is smooth, elegant and handsome. As the old saying goes, handwriting is like a person. At least one person’s handwriting can reveal half of the character of the writer. The distance can be seen in the degree of tolerance for others, and the last word spin can be seen in the degree of resilience and meditation.
Emperor Yongkun's sharp eyebrows frowned lightly. This word did not come from Gong Shoufu, and just looking at this word alone, half of the pillars of his court were defeated.
'Qingming Palace'. He still knows the name of Gong Shoufu's precious granddaughter, Qingruo, who is so arrogant and unscrupulous that adding a clear character will give her the name of the palace.
If Gong Shoufu had told the truth earlier that she made a fuss about entering the palace, then for a person of such a heart, he would have ignored her for almost three months after entering the palace.
This was the past three months of indifference, and there was no movement on her side. It was so quiet in the palace that she almost forgot that Gong Shoufu's precious granddaughter entered the palace.
Obviously...something went wrong, Gong Shoufu didn't have the guts to bully the emperor so blatantly, at least, the essence of some things didn't match what he heard.
The bright yellow figure is too special, unique in this Jingheng country, not to mention that man is majestic, just standing with his hands behind his back, he has a sense of solemnity that has escaped the world.
Qingruo got up from the chair, and led a group of palace people to salute and greet, "Gong Qingruo has met His Majesty, and Your Majesty is blessed and safe."
Emperor Yongkun stood at the entrance of the hall, lowered his head slightly and looked in. He saluted in a very standard posture. He was wearing a water-blue lining inside and white fox down on the outside. However, the movement of bowing his knees was not only elegant and standard, Not even the corners of the fox fur fell to the ground.
The words of greetings are also in line with the noble lady's demeanor, the voice is soft and clear, every word is unhurried and clear, making people listen easily and comfortably.
My mind turned around, but it was only an instant, "Get up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Luo Luodafang led the palace servants to stand up, her eyes fell on his face, but she didn't look directly into his eyes, this is the best place to look respectfully.
Emperor Yongkun had seen countless beauties, and this one was not the most beautiful, but indeed, he instantly understood why someone like Gong Shoufu, who spent half his life in the bloody court, would cherish him so much.
She looked at him with a gentle and clean smile and respect in her eyes, without any infatuation of transcendence or admiration.
With just one glance, Emperor Yongkun confirmed that the news was indeed wrong.
Where is the mistake, now is not the time to investigate.
Qing Ruo turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation towards the back of her body, "Your Majesty, my servant is making sake, if Your Majesty is interested in giving it a try?"
Not far behind her, there is a small pavilion. It is said to be a small pavilion, but it is not necessarily true, because it is surrounded by bright green vines growing around the pillars, and transparent glass is used between the pillars, but looking at it, the glass is It's a little fuzzy, and it's hard to see what's inside.
With a few small windows open, the 'main entrance' is simply now open, and the inside can be seen at a glance.
It is arranged like a small bedroom, but there is a piano stand, the table in the middle is too big, and there are some pink flowers in the corners.
Right now, there is a chess board on the table in the middle, and sake is being boiled.
It looks very good.
Emperor Yongkun lifted his feet and walked in. After looking around, he knew that the fragrance of plum blossoms mixed in was for sake. There were many plum blossoms in this yard, but they were all white plums, covered by snow. The most inconspicuous, the fragrance is indeed the most pleasant after the snow falls.
Emperor Yongkun was the first to lift his foot into the pavilion, and he found the inside of the pavilion. He could not see clearly from the outside only through the door. Very clear indeed.
Qing Ruo had already followed into the house, and the main seat was naturally given to Emperor Yong Kun.
Sitting on the small round chair opposite, he personally scalded and washed his wine glass, and poured not only Yongkundi's but also Dezhi's sake into the boiled sake.
"His Majesty."
"Eunuch De."
Dezhi followed Emperor Yongkun. There was a row of chairs behind the big table, which were also very comfortable. It seemed that they were specially prepared for him to follow his master. , although the action of scalding the wine glass and pouring wine just now is simple, it also has some tricks. When Gong Qingruo did it, it was natural, smooth and beautiful, almost like painting.
"Thank you, Miss Gong."
In a short period of time, Emperor Yongkun had indeed given her a very high evaluation.
There was a difference in temperature between the room and the outside, and Emperor Yongkun knew the mystery when he turned his head to look at it. It was the same principle as the greenhouse, but she obviously perfected it here very well.
After finishing the work, Qing Ruo smiled at Emperor Yongkun, clean and thorough, without fear or obsession, only the people respected and respected their emperor most devoutly.
Emperor Yongkun couldn't help but relax his expression, lifted Baiyu's wine glass and took a sip.
"Good wine." The two words are clear and powerful.
Dezhi couldn't help but raised his wine glass and tasted it, what kind of taste would make His Majesty say yes.
Qing Ruo frowned, and sat opposite him, "It's my honor."
In winter, boil hops to warm the house.
Emperor Yongkun's perennially cold eyes were imprinted with a little warmth.
There was a chessboard at hand, halfway through the game, Emperor Yongkun glanced at it, it was unusual.
Instead, he asked her, "Did you do it yourself?"
Qingruo nodded, and took a sip of the wine in the wine glass herself, with her daughter's noble and soft gestures but not pretentious, she tilted her head and asked him, "I wonder if I can get some advice from the emperor?"
Emperor Yongkun often played chess with himself, in the silent night, or in the dawn that was about to break.
On the chessboard, the white pieces were slightly weaker, Emperor Yongkun picked the white pieces, and answered her question directly with movements.
Qingruo smiled and picked up Heizi.
Before entering the warming pavilion, she ordered Ruyi and Linglong to come in to salute and serve cakes, then Ruyi stood by behind her, and Linglong sat on the piano table beside her.
The soft sound of the zither sounded, and Emperor Yong Kun raised his eyes and glanced. The little girl on the opposite side held the sunspots between her fingertips as white as jade, and was carefully looking at the chessboard with a serious expression, but there was always a faint smile in her eyes, as if scattered. This is the warm winter sun.
At the beginning, both of them moved slowly, but they got faster as they got to the back. Qingruo had been cornered by Emperor Yongkun. He looked very serious, but he kept silent. The sake was slightly sweet, and Ruyi kept pouring wine. The voice has always been soft.
Final blow.
The outcome is decided.
Qing Ruo put down the chess piece without hesitation, sincerely said, "Your Majesty has won, and my daughter is not good at learning."
Emperor Yongkun looked at her. There was a table between them, but they were not far apart. There were some tiny beads of sweat on her forehead. The situation just now was really pushed by him, but she didn't admit defeat when she fell into death. At the end of the game, he put down the chess pieces neatly.
Now that she speaks, her voice is clean and soft, with all the beauty of a sixteen-year-old girl.
Translucent almond eyes, with a smile, and a fighting spirit that refuses to admit defeat.
Not good at learning.
If it were her grandfather, it might be hard to tell who won or lost, but none of the other ministers in the court could support her for such a long time.
The corner of Emperor Yongkun's mouth curved slightly, "Do you want to win next time?"
Qing Ruo nodded heavily, want to win, why don't you want to win, as long as there is a competition, no one wants to win.
Emperor Yongkun sighed softly in his heart, this Gong Qingruo, if he is a son, he must have a place in the court, and maybe he will become the assistant minister he cultivated for the next king.
Emperor Yong Kun himself was a little surprised when he gave her such a high evaluation after only meeting her once, but after thinking about it, he wasn't too surprised.
"My chess master has written a book of experience, and I will send someone to bring it to you in a while."
Qingruo smiled brightly, according to her meticulous etiquette, it was time to salute him and thank him, but she didn't, she just took the jug in Ruyi's hand and poured wine for him, and her voice became warmer, " Thank you, Your Majesty."
He didn't need to reward him, so she didn't salute him either.
Emperor Yongkun nodded. As soon as she filled the wine, he took a sip. He didn't drink much, but obviously, the emperor's heart was at ease at this moment.
When their chess game stopped, the sound of the piano over there stopped, and the maid sat quietly. Although her appearance was considered delicate and clean, her eyes barely touched the emperor, and she only had obedience and nothing else in her eyes when she did. .
When Dezhi looked at the emperor who was in such a comfortable mood that his brows and eyes stretched out, it was inevitable that he would be more respectful and at the same time defend Qingruo.
There is no ambiguity in the relationship between Qingruo and the emperor, even if there is still an unclear identity issue between the two. But it was natural even when we met for the first time.
Today, the emperor should feel like he has made a friend.
Born in the royal family, the bloody road of seizing the throne became the supreme but cold throne after becoming an emperor.
The word "friend", let alone in Emperor Yongkun's cognition, has never appeared in Dezhi's cognition before.
Today, for some reason, this word has taken root in my mind.
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Gong Qingruo.
Seven orifices and exquisite heart.
The only pity is not a man.
—[Black box]