"Be my concubine, it's the concubine who presides over the harem......" Before the words were finished, Li Fei, who was wearing a royal blue palace dress, walked out indifferently.

Zhao Yanheng, who was wearing the golden wings and good crown, chased behind Li Fei, he became a shallow day by day, Li Fei's identity, and the second marriage and the female official in Concubine Ning's palace, had violated the ancestral system, and a group of sour civil servants and elders in the clan were fighting, and the concubine who presided over the harem had already tried his best to get it. Zhao Yanheng grabbed Li Fei's wrist and said softly: "I know that I have wronged you, and I will always live up to you in the future." ”

Twenty-two-year-old Li Feifang is in her prime, with a smile and a smile with a penetrating charm. Her white and slender hand covered the back of Zhao Yanheng's hand, broke Zhao Yanheng's hand one by one, and said with a gentle smile: "A man's sweet words, after hearing it, it is passed." Your Majesty is really sincere, just follow me and let me out of the palace. In the twilight, you and I will eventually become passers-by. ”

Zhao Yanheng, who couldn't help it, couldn't contain his anger, and couldn't do anything to Li Fei, his hand touched the curtain of Red Earth Road next to him, and he dragged it fiercely, and shouted: "You treat me as a passerby now, don't you?"

The light texture of the curtain was dragged down, and the blood-like red fell between Zhao Yanheng and Li Fei, Li Fei did not refute, but sped up his pace and moved away.

Half a jar of koji rice wine like sweet water is actually fine, but Li Fei's request is to get drunk.

You can't get drunk!

Drunk will be cranky and then gibberish.

Zhao Yanheng held the wine jar with both hands, drank grinding and chirping, took a sip, ate a few mouthfuls of food, and drank on an empty stomach It is easy to get drunk.

Soon the plates of side dishes in front of him were swept away, Li Fei's eyes turned on the clean plates, and Zhao Yanheng explained flatteringly: "I'm also hungry." ”

It happened that the painting screen sent new dishes, and Dong Rang met him halfway, and they cleaned up the new dishes on the plate together, Li Fei said to the painting screen: "Take a jar of lamb wine sent by the Xuanguo Mansion." ”

The lamb wine is white in color, the entrance is sweet, and the concubine is drunk, and what she drinks is lamb wine. Drunk and drink lamb, this wine strengthens the spleen and stomach, benefits the waist, replenishes vitality, occasionally drinks a drunken drunk, and does not hurt the body.

"Your Highness~"

Dong Rang turned his back to Li Fei, and his elongated tone gave Zhao Yanheng infinite sympathy. As the most personal servant, Dong Rang knew that Zhao Yanheng had a bad amount of alcohol, and since last year, whoever toasted would never drink too much.

Zhao Yanheng shrunk his shoulders with a sad face.

Li Fei took the chopsticks and said: "Your Highness can not drink it, it is not salty or light, and it is not impossible to live." ”

"Go get the wine. Zhao Yanheng looked at Li Fei with infinite begging and longing in his expression, and said, "No matter what I say, don't be too angry, okay?

Li Fei nodded and comforted him, and said, "I just don't want to hear some unfair words from other people's mouths again and again. Then they were taunting me and looking at me like a fool. ”

Belch...... Zhao Yanheng wanted to delve into this sentence, but he was wading in the river now, and he really didn't have the energy to pursue them.

A jar of unopened lamb wine was brought over, Li Fei thought, she had to drink some wine herself to strengthen her courage before she could ask and listen, so she asked for a bowl and poured Xiao Erliang wine, and then pushed the sweet white glazed wine jar to Zhao Yanheng, and said, "Drink together!"

Zhao Yanheng stood up and lifted the wine jar, Li Fei picked up the blue and white Eight Immortals bowl with three fingers, his neck caused a graceful arc, his slender eyelashes were tufted, his lips were ruddy, and the skin on his cheeks was white and powdery, and he drank so proudly.

Suddenly infected, Zhao Yanheng held the wine jar obliquely with one hand on his arm, opened his mouth, and could hear the sound of gurgling, and poured a few sips fiercely.

The stamina of the wine came up, and the people in the previous life reversed back, speaking of drinking, Zhao Yanheng saw Li Fei for the third time, in Xiyuan, on the shore of the water that received the infinite blue of the lotus leaves. His figure was hidden behind the rockery at the high base, and it was also from top to bottom, looking at Li Fei standing silently on the water's edge with a wine jug hanging down, she stood there at first weak, lonely and fragile, as if she was going to fall into the water the next moment. He was about to leave quietly when she lifted the flask high to the southwest, then took a muffled sip of her own, spilling it under her feet. Take a sip and sip a sip, drink a sip and sip a sip, the wine quickly turned into tears, she covered her eyes and sobbed silently, tears were like dewdrops on lotus leaves, rolling down from her fingers one by one.

Crying so sad and sad made his heart soften by three points, and he couldn't help but say, "Why are you crying......"

His voice was so soft, but it frightened her, and she quickly wiped her tears to stop crying, and lowered her head to show him respect.

He slowly took a few steps closer and muttered, "What are you crying about?" and he didn't know why he was bothered to ask.

Her tears rolled out again, and she said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty forgive your sins, today is the concubine's first husband, the third anniversary of her death." "The palace rules do not allow the palace people to sacrifice privately, she didn't light incense and burn paper, but just prepared a thin wine to remember, and it can't be regarded as a violation of the palace rules.

He became jealous for no reason and blurted out: "If you make a woman cry bitterly for three years, your husband is not a good husband." ”

"No!" she retorted sharply with a sobbing voice, her face moistened, all blurred with tears.

Those who have been dead for three years are not allowed to let the emperor

For a moment he was not a taste at all, as if his heart ached, and sour bubbling, this feeling was too strange, so that he felt strange, he turned his head and left, when people went around the rockery, he involuntarily looked at her again.

She dared to confront the king just now, covered her eyes and immersed herself in sadness, although she cried silently, she was sincerely sad.

Li Fei saw that Zhao Yanheng's eyes were beginning to be confused, and said softly: "Tell me, what kind of person is Xiao Mao?"

"Xiao Mao?"

Time went back many years, and a young man in a water-blue robe slowly walked towards him, leading him to walk on the ridge of Wangzhuang, pulling weeds and picking flowers all the way and having a good time, but he ran into a tenant applying fertilizer. What is fat?

It was such a disgusting thing, he was so hungry that he didn't want to eat.

Xiao Mao smiled and brought a bowl to feed him, one person ate a bite, they used a thick bowl, with a pair of bamboo chopsticks.

"In the empty and lonely palace, he accompanied me to read, play, eat and sleep. In those years, when he was arrogant and wanton, he gave me the love of a father and brother, which made me deeply addicted and attached. I don't want to deny it, this is the feeling of quietly moving the heart. ”

Zhao Yanheng recounted some of the past, and finally admitted it without escaping, that from the age of Huangkou, it was bred by the companionship of many years and nights, with many childish feelings.

Zhao Yanheng leaned sideways to face Li Fei, hot sweat overflowed on his forehead, his face flushed, and he was a little drunk: "He is the first person I want to keep, but I can't keep it." ”

"Ah Mao, don't you want to marry a wife, okay? I have seen the girl of the Xue family, she is not good at anything, you don't want to marry her. I will also tell my father that I don't want to be a concubine. He spoke to Xiao Mao in a flattering tone.

"What do you want to do when you go to see Miss Xue?" Xiao Mao pushed him out indifferently and said, "If you want to kill me, you will go and sue Emperor Sù, saying that you will not make a princess." ”

He stood outside the room in a daze, from dawn until dark.

Mao said that if you tell him to like women, he will like women. But he couldn't imagine that those women were good, could they have Ah Mao?

Then it didn't take long for Xiao Mao to really die.

A bunch of quacks, one or two are useless. He cried and wrote to beg his father to send him the best doctor from the Tai Hospital to Xiangyang; he heard that there was a doctor in Qizhou City who was better than the Tai Doctor, so he personally went over and invited him over, thinking that there was hope, and he was excited for a day and two nights without closing his eyes, but the white-bearded old doctor told him to prepare for the future.

His eyes were like ghosts, if Cheng Anguo hadn't stopped him, he would have kicked him over.

The medicine stone did not work, he begged God to worship the Buddha, but a person's voice was too soft for the gods and Buddhas to hear. He exempted all the tenants of Wang Zhuang from the rent, and ordered them to offer the medicine king, he heard that the presiding officer of Guangde Temple was a monk who had attained the Tao, and he gave wide kindness and knocked on the door of Buddhism, and the old monk of Guangde Temple said that Ah Mao was a Wenqu star descending to earth, and now he was going to return to his position.

He was eager to smash the Buddha statue in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

As the date of death approached day by day, he was in a state of panic, and he wanted to go to see Ah Mao, accompany Ah Mao, and send him on his last journey. Cheng Anguo hugged him, Dong Rang lay at his feet and broke his head, saying that Ah Mao's illness was contagious, and he couldn't go.

The people who knelt in the courtyard in the palace, he didn't see the last side of Ah Mao, he only saw the bamboo building where Ah Mao stopped his bed, the fire was soaring, and the fire burned clean, leaving only ashes.

Zhao Yanheng took a sip of wine and said a few words.

Xiao Mao is his companion, they are well-behaved in front of people, except for Dong Rang, who really listens to his inner servant, no one should know that they have transgressed the relationship between monarchs and ministers. Later, Xiao Mao became seriously ill day by day, and he tried his best to find a doctor to find good medicine, but medicine was useless, and he did everything he could. The movement was so noisy that the capital knew it, and there was gradually talk about his good manhood.

For Zhao Yanheng, Xiao Mao is a shining star in the quiet night sky, even if it is bright, it is also far away, hanging on the sky forever.

"Let's just follow the old bald donkey's words. Zhao Yanheng didn't look sad.

A jar of lamb's wine drank some and spilled some more, and when he drank it again, it was not even good to speak. Li Fei snatched the wine jar and raised her head to take a sip, she seemed to regret it a little, if nothing could be changed from now on, she could be regarded as never hearing Zhu Miaohua's sarcasm, and Duan Jingjing had never come.

She is conceited and rational, how can she live comfortably in her own life, why should she pursue those past to add to her blockage.