The chief eunuch beside his father was mysterious, and it was difficult for Murong Wei to guess his age. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Regarding the first half of Xuan Shuang's life, except for the face that was always flat, Murong Wei had no special memory. About the second half of Xuanshuang's life, it is from the gentle retelling.

This great eunuch hibernated in the racecourse on the outskirts of Beijing for many years, and when he failed to assassinate Su Duhan, he beheaded 18 of his elite guards, and finally died of defeat, and the sky and green fields on the vast racecourse were stained red with blood.

With a smile on his face like today, like a kind elder, it was the first time in Murong Wei's memory.

When the country was destroyed and the city was broken, and Emperor Chongming was detained by the rebels, Xuan Shuang was not by Emperor Chongming's side. It is said that together with a part of the timid palace maids and eunuchs, they escaped from the imperial city with a thin softness.

It is said that people without roots have no backbone, and Xuanshuang escaped from the imperial city with nine deaths, but he did not go far. Instead, he disfigured himself and committed himself to the horse farm and became a lowly Sima handyman.

Su Duhan loves to run horses, and Xuan Shuang knows his temperament. Since he couldn't break through the iron walls of the palace, Xuanshuang chose to wait quietly, waiting for Su Duhan to come to the racecourse again and again.

Xuan Shuang chose the most opportune time and wanted to avenge the first emperor. It's a pity that he couldn't be stabbed in the horse farm after all, and he died under the sword of Su Duhan's guards.

On that day, Wen Wan's tears fell like rain, and she snuggled up with Murong Wei in the three dark rooms behind the small Buddha hall of Canwei Palace, both sad and indignant: "Even a eunuch is so dignified, what kind of cheek does a person like Qian Weizhen have to stand on top of the old master's court." ”

In addition to sighing, from that day, Murong Wei remembered that there was such a loyal slave by his father's side. When we met for the first time in this life, we would treat him so politely.

There was a flash of spiritual light in his mind, and the death of Xuan Shuang in his previous life was still a little strange, and some things were close in front of him but flew away like electricity, and he couldn't hold on to it. Murong Wei was about to hold her head and think deeply, but Hongdou had already come in with a smile: "The second princess has arrived."

Taking the overnight lack of tea and gently rubbing it on both sides of her temples, Murong Wei shook her head, temporarily shook off the fragments of Fang Cai, and waited intently for her sister's arrival.

Murong Hui couldn't sit still since she had something to do, so she hurriedly had breakfast and came to celebrate her sister's birthday. The little girl was holding a pair of shoes made by herself in her hand, and handed them to Murong Wei like a treasure.

My sister followed her aunt and gave birth to a pair of skillful hands. This pair of pale green Shu Jingong shoes was made extremely dedicatedly, embroidered with two long silk vines, converging into a half-opened Hanlian, and the center of the flower was decorated with a bright Taihu Lake pearl, which was exactly the one that Murong Wei brought back a few days ago.

The pretty little girl, after a year, has grown a little taller. The shallowly coupled gauze shirt is embroidered with silver lotus, and there are purple butterflies fluttering on the silver skirt, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, and the eyes are like paint, beautiful as a fairy.

Murong Hui's bright big eyes looked around, knowing that she was too eager, but she still showed a look of regret: "It turns out that Jia'er has not entered the palace yet, and my sister came early." ”

"We will often be together in the future, why worry about this moment", Murong Wei relieved her sister and casually brushed the strands of hair that fell off her cheeks behind her ears.

Looking at such a simple and lovely girl, Murong Wei couldn't help but think of what the queen mother said once: If she was born in a big house of courtiers and magnates, a ten-year-old girl would have already learned to intrigue. Ah Hui grew up in the palace, protected by her father and queen mother, and still retained the innocence of a child, I don't know if it was her blessing.

Thinking about it, Su Duhan himself is because the roots of evil are not extinguished, and he is well versed in the trend of sparks burning the prairies, and he refuses to let go of even a little bit of fire. will even kill such a simple and lovely sister, as well as Ah Peng and Ah Xuan, and not leave a living mouth for the Murong family.

Heartache and hatred, Murong Wei took her sister's hand and held her in her arms. Secretly determined, in this life, I wish my sister to keep the most innocent smile, and would rather bear all the wind and rain and cause and effect for her.

"Ah Hui hasn't congratulated her sister Fangchen yet", Murong Hui gave a blessing to her sister, and the pear vortex smiled lightly and showed a beautiful face: "Speaking of Jia'er, I would like to thank the eldest sister for finding such a good companion for Ah Hui." The queen mother said that tomorrow she would issue a decree to go to the old mansion of Tangge, and Xuan Jia'er would enter the palace in three days. ”

"In the future, I want to get along with Jia'er Haosheng, she is not only a companion, nominally a monarch and minister, but still a friend in private. And don't be arrogant and instruct, and hurt the hearts of others. Murong Wei patiently taught her sister.

Murong Hui's eyebrows bent, and her bright eyes and teeth were extraordinarily bright: "Ah Hui knows, the queen mother often says that courtiers are easy to get, but friends are hard to find." There are enough courtiers and servants in the palace, and I am sincerely friends with Jia'er. ”

That is, after Murong Hui, Yun Zhi and Xia Lanxin entered the palace together. At the end of the hour, I arrived at the gate of the Bright Glory Palace.

Seeing Yun Zhi again, Murong Wei was still impressed by her temperament of not eating fireworks in the world.

Yun Zhi's soft eyes are extraordinarily calm, like a pool of clear spring water. The young woman actually wore a lotus gray Luo skirt, which did not look dull at all, but added solemn luxury.

The lotus gray skirt is embroidered with large silver lotus flowers in pink and vermilion, covered with a pink beaded dark gauze shirt, and a pink tourmaline bead flower and a few small hairpins on the sideburns.

Yun Zhi greeted Murong Wei with a smile in his clear eyes: "The two times I saw the princess the last time, it was in winter, and Zizhi was already withered. Now it's just the middle of summer, and the child is in full bloom. The folk girl brought a few pots of self-raised flowers and plants to congratulate the princess Fang Chen. ”

Yun Zhi's girl couldn't enter the palace, so Zi Mo and Xian Chen led a few female eunuchs to carry into a slender rectangular wicker basket, which was full of graceful flowers and plants.

The same handmade purple sand basin is painted with the empty scene of distant mountains and mist at the beginning. When you look closely, there is still a round of golden crows stepping through the vast sea of clouds and shining out from the water. The Bodhi tree, the Buddha country flowers and pure lotus, the other side of the flower, and the mansha pearl flower, each of them are swaying.

One flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi, three thousand worlds, are also endless.

The pattern on each pot is a story from a Buddhist scripture, and Yun Zhi's skillful pen paints these solemn and profound pictures. It is already like the fairy island Yingzhou and the ten zhang red dust across the sea, life and death, love and hatred, love and hate, all of which are just a thought, not as much as the sand of the Ganges.

When looking closely at the years of the sub-holding referred to by the cloud holder, I saw that the flowers and plants in the pot were like rosettes, stretching and stretching. And the side buds stretched out from the side, and stretched out to the sides like little hands. The momentum of endless growth is really as Yun Zhi said that day.

On the day when I first heard Yun Zhi mention the age of Zizhi, Murong Wei used flowers in her heart as a metaphor that she was also a tree that was endless. The wildfire of the Bright Glory Palace did not burn her out, but returned to the earth with the spring breeze.

Fate also?

Pear blossom Luoluo said

Origin and extinction, life and life.