She hadn't worn a dress like this in a long time.

Times are changing, everything is different from when she was young, the little ladies lost their power and hats, learned to wear Hu clothes, Hu makeup, the more the clothes pass through Yeyan, the more bold the speech, inside and outside the palace, the wind of private teaching and receiving, whether young or old, women and virgins, in the spring at the request of men, in the summer to wear light clothes on horseback safaris, in autumn and winter heavy makeup in and out of the drinking banquet... Etiquette and rules seem to be out of their minds for a long time.

Only this pomegranate skirt, which has been prevalent among the ladies of Liangjing since then, is not only popular, but also more sought after because of her accession to the throne - and she herself has not worn it for a long time.

She stroked the hem of her skirt nostalgically, picked up a corner of her two fingers like a girl, gently lifted the skirt, and raised her eyes to herself in the mirror, the light of the night eliminated the old state on the face of the person in the mirror, except for the stiffer eyebrows and slightly more fruitful figure, it looked the same as thirty years ago, and even because of the deposition of the years, it showed a bit of grace and nobility.

But thirty years ago, she wore such a dress, which would make the young prince's eyes shine, incoherent, and helpless, and make the rest of the palace envious and jealous, and they hated to eat her alive.

After all, she is past the age of wearing a pomegranate skirt, and she is no longer dressed up carefully and begging for mercy - but because of this, wearing a pomegranate skirt has become... It's a lot of fun.

The emperor who wore a pomegranate skirt and was courteously congratulated by the courtiers, she was afraid that she was the first, and the suspicion in the eyes of those people was so deep, but she could only respectfully prostrate at her feet, and happily shouted to her Long live.

The courtiers also wrote many poems on the theme of the pomegranate skirt, and thanks to the talents of many young and handsome people, dragons and phoenixes, they wanted to dance and write ink, and praise the beauty of her sixty-year-old woman against their will, and even more, they wrote poems obscurely, or recommended themselves or their children and nephews to her—as if she were old and decrepit, and she should be just a handsome appearance, or a majestic "instrument", to be like those wine bags and rice bags that are not good at writing.

She squinted her eyes slightly, turned her head to look at Wan'er beside her, everyone else was busy praising and congratulating, but this little thing was silent all night, and she had to ask herself, so she praised it without being salty, which really made her unhappy, but when she turned around and saw the obsessive gaze of this little thing, she was proud, but also had a little indescribable emotion.

The little thing was old when she wrote that poem.

She has gone through so many years, even the emperor has been doing it for many years, but she still can't forget the scene when she was in tears under the lamp, considering the words word by word.

She has entered the palace since she was fourteen years old, with the beauty of her family background, she was sealed as a talented person when she first entered the palace, thinking that it was convenient to be a broad road and a bright and smooth road from before, and the enemies would repent and tremble for her step by step, and the relatives would ascend to heaven because of her soaring. Taizong is old enough to be her father, but she has never disliked her for marrying such a husband, serving him wholeheartedly, trying her best to please him, and showing off her talents and learning in front of him.

But these childish flattery did not come in exchange for the expected great future, more than ten years later, she is still a lowly name, serving the pen and ink of a small talent, and when she first entered the palace, she is old, decrepit, the palace people see through her details, know that she has no chance to be favored, when she first entered the palace, how big was hope, and then the sadness and hesitation will be several times more than it.

However, fortunately, she was a talented person who served pen and ink, so she was able to meet the prince who was still young at the time, and the young boy who had not been in the world had a domineering mother and a majestic father, as well as several ambitious brothers-in-law, thinking that women in this world should be like his mother, and men should be like his father and brother, until he met her, who had been through time and was gentle and courteous.

She clung to this life-saving straw, pondering his preferences day and night, pretending to be what he liked. He fell deeper and deeper, and he couldn't extricate himself from his passionate indulgence.

They flocked to the bedside of the former emperor for nearly a year, carefully avoiding all kinds of eyeliner in the palace. Empress Zheng was not favored by the first emperor in her later years, and she was confined to the family lady, and she never left the previous dynasty, she used grace and power to envelop the palace people, and on the other hand, she abided by the etiquette and self-esteem of the little prince, and saw that the young prince was confused by her, and lightly promised to make a lifetime of promises, but when the first emperor died, a decree to dismiss the family made all her plans come to naught.

She had to start all over again, working hard to maintain the emperor's thoughts about her, and carefully avoiding the queen mother's pursuit. The young emperor was forced by his mother and ministers, hesitant and weak, she tried every means to persuade him, and finally won his heart back with a song "Ruyi Niang", and she was lucky to be pregnant, and was secretly admitted to the palace and placed in the garden, since then, the pomegranate skirt has been popular in the palace, and she has been ingenious, wearing more dignified and gentle clothes, and pretending to be a deferential and gentle beauty.

The past is like the wind, blowing in a gust, and it has been more than 30 years.

Thirty years later, she also has a beautiful and talented person in her palace who is nearly thirty years old, and when she is half young and not young, she has a talent, and she has a family blood feud, but she has to guard an old and decaying emperor, and she survives day after day. Not only does this emperor not have a young prince to hook up with, but even she herself is just a vain emperor, although she also pretends to seal a harem, but it is useless, far inferior to Taizong back then, at least she can give them an ethereal thought.

She was a little irritable for no reason, hating why she couldn't be a man, but if she really gave birth to a man, I am afraid that it would not be her turn to sit in this big Zhou world.

Woe and blessing, who knows?

The wine came up, she fell on the bed heavily, obviously tired, but still thinking about the past in a daze, no matter what, the little things at this time are also obedient and still, meticulously straighten out the bedding for her, give her a rest, she has countless thoughts in her heart, or joy or sorrow or attachment or tiredness, there is no rest, thirty years old under the lamp thinking about the moving poems she also lingers in front of her eyes, the sorrow at that time is vivid, and she herself has repeatedly recited the poems, suddenly replaced by Wan'er's voice:" Seeing Zhu Chengbi's thoughts, he was haggard and fragmented as Yijun. I didn't believe that I would cry more than I came, and I opened the box and inspected the pomegranate skirt. ”

She sighed softly in her heart, and looked at Wan'er in a daze, this little thing had not painted heavy makeup, and served her all day and night, but now when the makeup is half faded, she actually shows a little tired, and the thin wrinkles at the corners of her eyes are overflowing, far from the youthful and tender state of fourteen or fifteen years old.

She looked at this young talent who had been with her for more than ten years with mixed feelings, half tentatively, half seriously: "Wan'er, do you complain about me?"

The little thing looked up at her, her eyes were full of fear, of course, this was caused by her careful □□ for more than ten years, but she was not happy at all at the moment, and just wanted to say "That's it", but the little girl opened her mouth softly and replied in a low voice: "Grievance." ”

Her sleepiness vanished, and she sat up abruptly, looked directly at the little thing, and raised her eyebrows with a smile: "Oh?" 166 Reading Network