Ling Xiang picked up the pen, but paused under his cheeks, and couldn't help tilting his head and said: "The emperor doesn't care about the changes in the rhythm of the music at all, how can I use a layman like me to get an axe." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

When she spoke, the pear vortex on her cheek appeared from time to time, Rong Chenning pecked lightly on the top, rubbed the back of her neck with one hand, felt tired of slipping, and said with a smile: "If you don't remember, it's better to rest." ”

He said very ambiguously, and his demeanor was not very serious, Ling Makeup was embarrassed to smack him, so he could only push him to continue adjusting the strings.

In such an afternoon, the sound of the piano in Xiao Penglai dingdong, and the stream flowing out around the garden also seemed to be a little charming, and a pair of swallows swept by, attracting Ling Makeup to support his cheeks.

Rong Chenning looked at her meltingly, her fingertips flying, and the tune was infinitely lingering.

Ling Xiang seemed to be aware of it, and slowly turned his head to meet his gaze, and smiled very softly.

At that moment, Rong Chenning suddenly realized that there is nothing more beautiful in the world than this.

In the afternoon, the emperor became a new song and passed it to the pear garden.

Although the ministers of Empress Roujia and the emperor's affection and love could not see it, the rumors had secretly spread throughout the court.

Tang Guogong prides himself as a veteran, supports meritorious heroes, and is the father of Emperor Kangci's concubine and the ancestor of Concubine De. After careful consideration, he went to the Bohai Palace, asking for a meeting with Murong Li, the king of Bohai.

When he got out of the palace, the old man was already confident.

On February 12, the palace celebrated the Flower Dynasty Festival.

The concubines and princesses served the concubines to visit the garden to see the flowers, and still routinely sent people to invite the emperor, but said that His Majesty was busy with court affairs, and let the concubines serve the concubines well.

Concubine Liang has been depressed since she was frightened in Tangshan Palace, and her face is not very good, but Zhao Xiuyuan is sick and can't get out of bed.

The rest of the low-level concubines couldn't even see the emperor's face, and the original elaborate dress was in vain, and they were disappointed, and this garden party was very boring, and it ended hastily in half a day.

Concubine De personally supported the concubine of Emperor Kangci and wanted to send her back to Yining Palace.

The two are the aunts and nephews of the in-laws, and the concubine of Emperor Kangci naturally saw that Concubine De had something to say, and she did not break it, but only said that she was filial.

When she arrived at Deyining Palace, Concubine De smiled and said: "The tea here is very delicious, and after walking all the way, the concubine is thirsty, I don't know if I can ask for a cup to drink?"

Zhang Yimeng looked at the people who followed the corridor, all of them were cronies, glanced at her, grabbed her hand holding her arm and folded it in her palm, and said with pity in her eyes: "When you come here, what is it called a mother and concubine, but it seems to be raw." ”

When Concubine Zhang Xuan heard such thoughtful words, she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her lips slightly, she seemed a little excited, and shouted with a crying voice: "Aunt!"

Zhang Yimeng was a person who came over, so she naturally knew that Concubine De was extremely wronged, sighed, took her all the way to Fuyunzhai in the back, and comforted her softly: "Don't be sad, my aunt hasn't made tea for a long time, and I will share the tea with you for the festival today." ”

Concubine De thanked her, left the palace people on the door of the thatched hut, entered the door and took off her shoes, and sat on the ground beside the boxwood dwarf case.

After the people of Yining Palace put on all kinds of utensils for boiling tea, tea cakes and other things, and presented towels and basins to clean the hands of Emperor Kangci's concubine, Zhang Yimeng said: "Let's go down." ”

The palace people retreated, Zhang Yimeng rummaged with his hands and began to make tea.

Her posture and skills in making tea are superb, but where does Concubine De really have the leisure to appreciate it, she glanced at the door, she was already in tears, and said in a low voice: "Auntie, just let the Guan Ju Gong Ling clan dominate the emperor like this?

Zhang Yimeng's hands didn't stop, and she didn't even glance at her again, and asked, "What do you want?"

"I just don't know how to ask my aunt for advice. "Concubine De is the daughter of the princess, her status is noble, she has read a lot of books, and she knows a lot of things, this aunt can sit firmly in the position of the first favorite concubine in the harem of the Son of Heaven like Emperor Shunzuo, and it is impossible to have a little wrist.

Sure enough, hearing this, Zhang Yimeng smiled faintly and said: "Daughter of the Zhang family, it's not okay to be indecisive, aunt is old after all, you have to have your own ideas." ”

Zhang Xuan leaned forward, wanting to speak and stopping.

"Your mother has just entered the palace, right?" Zhang Yimeng suddenly asked.

"Yes. Zhang Xuan adjusted her kneeling posture and became more respectful, full of tears, but showed a flattering smile, "Although my aunt is not a director, she can't hide anything from you." ”

Zhang Yimeng stared at her with hatred: "There are some things that you can't plan. If I'm too anxious, it's a bad thing, and what I can know, maybe the emperor can know. ”

Zhang Xuan was stunned, and hurriedly glanced at the door again, she was talking to her mother in a secret room, and it was impossible for outsiders to listen, but she was a little worried in Fuyunzhai.

"Auntie, are you still worried here?" Zhang Yimeng boiled tea, his voice was not high, but it was not very light, "Your grandfather has already gone to the King of Bohai for the emperor's business." ”

Zhang Xuan didn't hear about it from her mother, and she couldn't help but be a little overjoyed at this time. Although she is the granddaughter of the Zhang family, her grandfather was loyal to Emperor Jinglu, and when he entered the palace, he also admonished him to "serve Your Majesty wholeheartedly, don't spoil the style of the Zhang family", etc., and he didn't want to stand up for himself.

Seeing that the tea soup was boiling, Zhang Yimeng smiled faintly and opened the lid to stir the tea foam.

Zhang Xuan smiled decently: "My aunt is surrounded by people who have served for many years, and Xuan'er is naturally relieved." ”

Zhang Yimeng continued to move on with satisfaction, and the aunt and nephew didn't speak for a while, until the tea was boiled, she filled the porcelain cup for Concubine De with her own hands, and Concubine De thanked her, and she squinted her eyes and said, "If you are given a chance, do you have the courage to do something?"

"I would like to listen to my aunt's orders. Zhang Xuan was actually a little impatient, but she controlled it very well, and she still looked so beautiful and square.

Zhang Yimeng bowed slightly: "In a few days, it will be the 40th birthday of the Empress Dowager Zhaosheng, the emperor wants to fast and sacrifice to the sky, and he will not stay in the Guanju Palace. ”

Zhang Xuan's face turned pale with nervousness, suspiciously misunderstood the meaning of the imperial concubine, and leaned forward, "Are you letting Xuan'er do it?"

"King Bohai has capable people under his hands, and he doesn't do the business of the Tang State Mansion, and he asked you to open this mouth, but it is just a sign of alliance. ”

Zhang Xuan understood, just like the name of Liangshan in the water.

Killing Queen Roujia, if the emperor finds out, I am afraid that it is possible to cut it with a thousand knives, and whether she dares to do this thing depends on her will.

Zhang Xuan sat quietly, staring at the tea on the ground without blinking, Huang Chengcheng was not very good-looking, but like a soup brewed from the leftover medicinal residue.

Queen Roujia is twenty years old after the New Year, it is her daughter's good years, if she wants to survive until she is weak and loved, she will also be yesterday's yellow flower, what face and hope do you have in this life?

Gritting her teeth, Zhang Xuan raised her head and looked directly at the concubine of Emperor Kangci: "Xuan'er is willing." (To be continued.) )