The blue sky is dotted with stars, Qionghua is like practice, and the night sky is getting higher and clearer. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Emperor Chongming watched his daughter leave, and watched the long skirt with blue water and blue sky, slowly scattered in the corner of the carved beams and paintings. The sweet fragrance of flowers in the air lingered on the nose of Emperor Chongming. The figure of his daughter curling Nana made him reluctant to withdraw his gaze for a long time.

There is still a resentment in my heart, and I can't wait to pass the news that Xia Yu came before, and Emperor Chongming wants to count the stuffy gourd hard, and then hit the big board a few times, in order to alleviate this stupid and sour atmosphere.

The dead boy can control the newly established Hidden Dragon Guard, but he doesn't know his mood as a father. Instead, he blindly united with his daughter and hid him to death.

The flying vinegar was unpalatable, Emperor Chongming struggled for a moment, and finally he was reluctant to reprimand a good minister like Xia Yuzhi, but quietly passed on Xuanshuang to come in.

The chief manager of Xuanda beside him is actually the last barrier left by the first emperor to himself. As the head of the four guards, Xuan Shuang has always been at the left and right of Emperor Chongming.

Emperor Chongming patiently gave a few instructions and asked Xuanshuang to do what Guan instructed.

Xuanshuang received the order, and immediately summoned a few secret guards, ordering them to set off in the starry night and go straight to the direction of Yuping Mountain.

Cautious and cautious, Xuan Shuang told them, whether it was the mineral deposits, or the past of the eldest princess here, as well as the movements of the Su family, they all bypassed Xia Yuzhi's people, and they must be carefully investigated.

In the imperial study, troops were dispatched in an instant, Murong Wei, who was walking under the flower shadow moon, knew nothing, the fragrance in the flower beds on both sides, and the groaning on the side of the fence in the corner of the hall all made her feel relaxed and comfortable.

Yingluo held a palace lantern painted with plum orchid bamboo chrysanthemum on hexagonal silk in one hand, and held Murong Wei's arm in the other hand, the master and servant smelled the sweet fragrance of flowers in June, and slowly walked on the path back to the palace.

With the tassel carrying the master, because the master and servant keep a common secret, there is more tacit understanding, and the two hearts that are ordinary are closer.

Thinking of the friendship between Tassel and the princess for many years, she actually did this misdeeds for her own personal deed, and Yingluo became more and more worthless for Murong Wei. She straightened her back and held Murong Wei's delicate body steadily, as if reminding herself of her determination to share the wind and rain with her master.

The worry that was not expressed in the words of Fang Cai's father, Murong Wei had also thought about it. It's just that the name is just a false name, compared to the ruin of the country and the destruction of the family and the shattering of mountains and rivers in the previous life, it is just a floating cloud, so why should she care about it.

Thinking of the osmanthus tree that delivered the news, as well as the trivial things that were frequently spread out in his palace, Murong Wei suddenly smiled lightly. Since her father agreed to her request, she was ready to give Tassel something more valuable, so that she would not lose Su Duhan's trust.

Taking off the evening makeup, according to the day is tassel duty, Yingluo laid out the brocade bed for Murong Wei, put the tent again, and bowed his knees to retire, not forgetting to gently close the door of the palace.

The tassels lit up the palace lamps on the four walls, and the crimson lampshade emitted a faint silver glow.

She had just bathed, her hair was loosely tied with a cyan ribbon, and she changed into a pale cyan sandal, with large curly curtains, and shoes with dark flowers in green silk, and her whole body was cool.

smiled as usual, changed the red soft-soled sleeping shoes for Murong Wei with tassels, and diligently brought the mulberry leaves and flowers that had just been boiled to be warm and suitable, and untied the loose hairpin for Murong Wei.

The ivory grate was thickly stained with flower branch water, and the tassel boy carefully grated Murong Wei's shiny black hair, and mentioned the incense recipe taken from Mama Bai by the way.

"Today, Mama Bai found a recipe for the late Tang Dynasty, saying that this fragrance is gentle and contains it, and it is just right to use it in summer. The princess also came to see it in her spare time, and it was much easier than the hundred incense. ”

The tassel was close to her, and Murong Wei could smell the faint fragrance of Baiyu on her body at the end of her nose.

Following Luo Pujia's suggestion, Murong Wei added some other things to Bai Haoxiang's recipe, and made a total of four boxes, which were marked separately.

This box of Baihao incense with the fragrance of plain heart and orchid grass was specially given to the tassel by Murong Wei, and she whispered in her ear and said: "It's not easy to make this incense, no one else has it, I gave you the friendship of watching you serve me, you have to cherish it." ”

Tassel was overjoyed, claiming that he was still higher than Yingluo in Murong Wei's heart, so he naturally took care of it, picked up a few gorgeous clothes, and put the fragrance on it.

The smell of bluegrass is light, but it is timeless when it is stained on clothes.

If it weren't for the masters like Luo Pujia and Wen Wan, they would definitely not be able to distinguish these subtle aromas. I don't know if this method is feasible, Murong Wei always wants to try, whether the fragrance of Baihao incense can be tried, except for Mama Bai in this palace, who is close to the tassel's body, can also inadvertently contaminate her with the fragrance of bluegrass.

The tassel carefully straightened out the last strand of Murong Wei's hair, tied the waterfall-like black hair with a ribbon, and gently draped it over her shoulders, and then quickly put away the grate and flower water, and took out the needlework basket.

I can't eat dim sum at night, and there are freshly peeled lotus seeds and water chestnuts on the kang table, which are pink and fresh. Murong Wei leaned lazily on the couch, picked up a lotus seed, carelessly picked out the lotus heart in the middle, and put a ingredient in her mouth.

Flipping through the idle books on the kang table, there are bookmarks made of tassels and Qionghua, a string of Qionghua is pressed neatly, wearing delicate ribbons, tied into complex concentric knots, exuding the smell of dried flowers between the title pages.

Murong Wei played with the bookmark, and then looked at the tassel sitting on the embroidery pier, and put a piece of light green cool silk hoop on the embroidery frame, her delicate ten fingers flew up and down, and she was embroidering a peony with a rich flower in a double-sided embroidery technique.

The owner of this pair of skillful hands is really a capable man. Grate hair, embroider needlework, fold letterhead, and can also deliver news outside the palace without hesitation, which can be regarded as bold and careful.

If she kept to herself, Murong Wei would not necessarily have to put the sins of the previous life on her head in this life. However, the country is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to change, such a beauty like a flower and jade, blindly takes the sword and does not work the right path.

Tassel Wu didn't notice Murong Wei's scrutiny, and her hands flew up and down, not delaying the chat with Murong Wei.

"Mama Bai took a look at the Qingli Tan I brought today, and praised the princess's craftsmanship with her mother, and praised the princess for her talent in making incense. The Empress Dowager was so happy that she took this incense to take a closer look, and she was annoyed that she couldn't smell it now, otherwise she would immediately light the incense we made. ”

Murong Wei pursed her lips and smiled, with a smug look on her face, so she glanced at the tassel appreciatively.

In June, the heat was unbearable, and ice was placed in all the palaces. Except for the ice basin in the corner of the wall, in the lotus leaf-shaped blue-glazed porcelain basins in the Bright Wei Palace, the sound of gurgling water and the dripping ding sound are alternately recalled, and the years are ethereal and quiet.