In the back garden of the post house, the slanting rain is like mist, and it is the fragrance of the clothes and temples, and the green and red. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A group of people walked on the twists and turns of the hexagonal stone path, reflecting the jade trees and branches in full bloom in the garden, and the style was graceful.

The back garden still imitates the appearance of a traditional Soviet-style garden, and the scenery of Slender West Lake is somewhat imaginative. Qingshu Garden, which occupies about half an acre of land in the east, is almost all planted with Qionghua. The sea of flowers is lush, and it is blooming vigorously at this time.

"But the narcissus can be and its leisure, and Jiang Mei seems to be the same as its Qingshu."

The origin of the word Qingshu is about to be derived from this poem. Wen Wan saw the plaque with gilded characters on a black background on the garden, and recited it casually, which attracted Xia Lanxin's repeated praise, saying that her sentence was more appropriate than the plaque.

The poems praised Qionghua by the predecessors, and everyone is very familiar with them, but now they feel that those praises are not as good as one, and they can't write the beauty of Qionghua.

There are no Qionghua in the imperial city, and everyone has never witnessed the Qionghua in the past, but today they are feasting their eyes in this small post station in Yangzhou County.

In the spring rain, the fragrance is fragrant, and occasionally the breeze blows the flowers, like mist and dew, and I don't know how many times it has fallen.

Although it is not as famous as the Houtu Temple, this garden of Qionghua is already moving.

Chu Zhaohui sighed as she walked, it was the first time she saw Qionghua in Yangzhou, and she was full of praise in her heart.

Before the first emperor set the capital of Gusu, she and the two sisters of Empress Chu had been living in Luoyang.

The two sisters are happy to be quiet and happy, the younger sister dislikes the palace with the red wall of Zhuwa is too stuffy, and is willing to travel with her father from time to time, but she would rather nest in the palace, watch the flowers fall in the pavilion from afar with the palace people, and do some needlework and embroidery to pass the time.

When you think about it, it turns out that everything has a cause and effect. My younger sister has a broader vision than herself, and with her father, she has traveled all over the country, and has learned a lot of ways to participate in politics and even be a king.

It is also because of this that my sister acts steadily and sophisticatedly, and from the moment she has the dignity of the queen, she competently picks up the burden of the mother's world, whether in the previous dynasty or the harem.

Chu Zhaohui was actually envious, when his sister accepted the audience of the wives, when his sister presided over a grand palace banquet, and when his sister dealt with the trivial affairs of the harem while talking and laughing, her graceful and luxurious and infinitely pampered demeanor all impressed her.

Sometimes, Chu Zhaohui will also be happy, fortunately, her husband pushed off the throne that day, and did not throw her on the throne at the back of the Fengluan Palace, which is unbearable in the high place, so that she has cultivated flowers and grass and enjoyed leisure all these years.

The honey of A, the arsenic of B, the two sisters each have the life they want, and they can be regarded as having their own place.

Now that her husband is gone, and her son is still with him, the years are still fine.

Chu Zhaohui turned her head and glanced at her son with an umbrella beside her, her tall figure made her feel relieved, and she felt that she still had something to rely on for the rest of her life, with a comfortable smile in her eyes.

Murong Wei and Xia Lanxin stood side by side, and the palace people held a vermilion silk umbrella with light cyan pigment and garnet red folded branches and flowers to cover the rain.

The canopy is huge, and both of them are tightly protected under the umbrella. Raindrops slide down the pomegranate-red beaded tassels along the umbrella, trickling lightly and crystal clear.

Murong Wei took the raindrops that flowed from the beaded tassels, but she was not happy, and playfully stretched out her hand to pick up the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Xia Lanxin was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she pulled her sleeves, and the sleeves of Tianshui Bi were exposed from the cloak, like a pool of jade eyebrows, thicker than the delicate green in the shade of summer, and the two of them laughed and laughed at random.

Su Duhan and her mother walked behind them. He changed into a large umbrella made of bamboo and blue silk ink to cover his mother's weak shoulders, but most of his body was drenched in the rain.

The cold rain could not give his still-restless heart a moment's peace.

The pair of slapstick figures in front of them were smart, and the pale pink cloak on Murong Wei's body was intertwined with Xia Lanxin's water-red silk skirt, with green trees and white flowers, like the most delicate and moving brushwork.

Murong Wei looked in a happy mood, and she didn't see Fang Cai's anger. Did she cover it up too well, or did she not care about arguing with herself at all?

The slender figure attracted Su Duhan's sight from time to time, and the flowers in the garden lost their color.

Su Duhan was not in the mood to appreciate the flowers, and only felt sad through the rain, but he clearly understood that something was completely different.

and ashamed to go, leaning on the door and looking back, but sniffing the green plums.

When you grow up, you can't go back to the way you were. Just as water can never flow backwards, those youthful times are gone.

I hope that the pointer of the years can be turned back, back to the time when he was unfettered and she was still young.

Looking at the back of a girl wearing a cherry blossom pink embroidered grass pattern cloak, Su Duhan suddenly remembered that she had not seen her in purple clothes for a long time.

Su Duhan likes purple, and likes to see Murong Wei wearing a purple moonlight dress the most. The brilliant noble purple and the complicated moonlight skirt reflect the peerless posture of Murong Wei's Qinghu Lake, and the girl in his heart should be like that.

And Tassel said that after Murong Wei's order, the Shanggong Bureau had never made that kind of twelve-broken moonflower skirt for Murong Wei for several months, but I was afraid that I would not do it again in the future. Now Murong Wei's clothes are all in accordance with the regulations, and they are all changed into ordinary style palace skirts.

Not only that, but even the usual extravagant and gorgeous dresses, Murong Wei didn't seem to like it anymore, so she ordered them to be put away, and only used them to meet the occasion during the New Year's Festival.

The last time I saw her wearing a purple moon dress, it should be in Shoukang Palace on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and it was Tassel Tete who sent the new clothes from Canwei Palace, and she was reluctant to make it difficult.

At that time, Murong Wei's eyes flickered, standing behind the old woman, looking at her with a little playfulness.

Su Duhan's back was cold, and the hand holding the umbrella tilted, and there were raindrops rolling down the umbrella like a line.

Annoyed that Qin Heng said the words of marriage implicitly, Su Duhan put all his thoughts on him, but ignored the complexity in Murong Wei's eyes.

Could it be that the hemp rope and filial piety clothes that she deliberately exposed on Chinese New Year's Eve had already been seen through by her at that time?

Su Duhan was cranky, and his eyes were fixed on the person in front of him for a moment. He clearly noticed that Murong Wei's outfit became lighter and lighter, but her eyes became sharper and sharper, which was somewhat similar to the old woman in the palace.

In the past few years, the hatred for the emperor's grandfather and grandmother has been like a surging river, and it has never stopped for a moment, and Su Duhan often scolds this pair of old things in his heart.

Thinking of the success of Chinese New Year's Eve, Su Twilight Han did not blame himself for being ruthless, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and he cursed a few times in his heart. cursed the imperial grandmother, saying that the couple was deeply in love, why didn't they swallow that breath together and live in the underground imperial mausoleum.

After the palace has been rectified, not to mention the monolith, it is becoming more and more difficult for him to act, and he doesn't know how much great things Su Guangfu said about his own people. Su Duhan's heart was heavy, and his thoughts danced wildly for a while, and he couldn't restrain himself. (To be continued.) )