The palace girl is sick and has no medical treatment, and she is left to fend for herself. The Ming Dynasty stipulated: "If there is a disease below the palace concubine, the doctor is not allowed to enter to obtain medicine." "The palace concubine is still like this, the palace maid doesn't need to say anything!" So once the palace maid receives this kind of punishment, most of them will not survive.

Xiaolian didn't notice the smugness in Sun's eyes, she only thought about the punishment of "lifting the bell" and "boarding" in her mind, her trembling body couldn't hold back any longer, she knelt down with a puff, kowtowed, and said: "Concubine spare your life, spare your life——?"

Sun snorted coldly and said, "If it weren't for the fact that you are still conscientious to the palace on weekdays, but today the palace will let you taste the punishment of "lifting the bell" and "boarding"!"

Xiaolian was shocked: "Concubine ——?"

When Sun looked at her, he was indeed frightened, waved his hand and said, "Get up, don't take it as an example!"

Xiaolian hurriedly saluted, got up from the ground, and didn't dare to say more.

Sun turned sideways again, looked at himself in the mirror, and didn't know what he remembered, and said to himself: "I don't know if it will be dangerous for that enemy to go to Zhejiang?"

Although the voice was small, it fell into Xiaolian's ears word for word, and she looked at Sun in her glasses quietly, her head lowered and lowered, and the distance she withdrew from became farther and farther.

"Your Highness has gone to Zhejiang——?" Xiao Lian muttered after a long time, her voice was as small as a mosquito, and Sun was unconscious.

"Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind. There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain. This "Jiangnan Spring" is a seven-character quatrain written by the great poet Du Mu of the previous dynasty, in the poem, "Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain." There are many temples in the Southern Dynasties. Southern Dynasty because of the prosperity of Buddhism, the emperor advocated Buddhism and built the temple tower quite a lot, the concubine, the princess built the temple tower of the wind is particularly prosperous, so the Southern Dynasty temples are numerous, there are as many as 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, the poet's brisk verse, very well depicted the bright spring light in the south of the Yangtze River, but also reproduces the scenery of the tower in the south of the Yangtze River, makes the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River more magical and blurry, there is a special interest. The charming Jiangnan, after the poet's wonderful pen, seems to be even more heart-wrenching. This poem is also because the poet uses just 28 words to present a deep and beautiful artistic conception, and perfectly shows the wisps of subtle and profound feelings in his heart, and has been famous for thousands of years.

The spring rain is continuous, the thick smoke completely fills the whole city of Nanjing in a faint thick fog, the smoke and rain towers of the past, the Buddhist temples, as if through time and space, looming in the spring breeze and spring rain, adding more confusing beauty.

In the middle of the mountainside of Qixia Temple, there is a Jiangnan Courtyard, there is a pond in the courtyard, the top of the pool is covered by a pavilion, the pavilion is connected with a nine-curved bridge, and the other end of the small bridge, connected with a delicate and elegant small building.

Looking from the east side of the attic, the misty Qixia Mountain, the peaks and peaks are stacked, the ravines are vertical and horizontal, the valleys are deep, the forests are dense, the rocks are handsome, and they are not beautiful.

In front of the window of the small building, a young man in a white robe like snow stood with his hands behind his back, holding a paper fan in his hand, the paper fan rotated in his hand, sometimes not opened, sometimes closed, and a picture of the smoke and rain of Qixia Mountain on the fan surface showed the tip of its iceberg from time to time.

Behind the man, there was a coffee table, on which there was a clay stove, the charcoal fire in the furnace was in full swing, and a porcelain pot was on the small clay stove, the water was boiling, and the gurgling sound was like a moving tune.

A beautiful woman dressed in emerald clothes was sitting on a bamboo chair, and the smoke rising from the mud pot gradually shrouded her beautiful face in a white hazy mist, adding a bit of mystery to this beautiful woman.

Qingli woman's jade hand gently played with a tube of jade flute, the fresh pink red lips gently pressed against the jade flute, the ten fingers danced gently, and the melodious sound of the flute immediately flowed out of the green jade flute.

The hazy smoke and rain, the dripping droplets, the gurgling tea, and the slowly blowing spring breeze slowly merge with this melancholy tune with a bit of girlishness, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, sometimes like a girl's grievance, and it seems to have an endless unwillingness, from that mouthful of bright red lips, little by little.

The white-robed boy still looked into the distance, as if he had never heard a sad and tender tune.

The spring rain was dripping, the wind was blowing the leaves, the woman glanced at the motionless young man slightly, two faint eyebrows, slightly wrinkled, and then the sound of the flute suddenly changed, the mellow and elegant overtones and the rising melody slowly flowed out, the young man's heart moved, and his eyes slowly closed, as if immersed in this beautiful flute sound.

The sound of the flute is mellow and light, sometimes brisk, sometimes slow, and the young man seems to see the beautiful artistic conception of light smoke and rippling water, like a landscape painting with a distant view.

The woman behind her stared at the white Confucian dress in front of her motionlessly, the wind blew the robe and whirred, and the two Confucian belts behind her flew in the wind, adding a bit of charm to the young man out of thin air.

The Qingli woman's eyes looked forward to it, and gradually a smile welled up in her eyes, and the smile seemed to be there, but it was full of joy.

The young man's slightly elongated body stood in the wind, but it was a hard body made of iron and stone, although he never looked back, but where was the whole body, silently listening to the sound of the flute, the sound of the flute did not stop, and he never opened his eyes.

The rain fell slowly down the tile ravines, like beaded curtains, gradually forming a wall in front of the small window, and the smoke stirred up gradually blurred the distant scenery.

The beautiful woman's flute voice slowly stopped, and her expectant and energetic eyes glanced at the young man.

The young man remained motionless, as if the sound of the flute had suddenly stopped, and he was unaware of it.

After about a cup of tea, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, two sharp lights flashed, as if two sharp blades were killed, his eyes fell on the smoke and rain not far away, looked at it a few times, and said: "This rain is so heavy, will she come?" The voice was slow, as if talking to himself, and as if he was saying to the beautiful woman behind him.

"She has taken refuge in the little prince, and now, the only way out is to help the prince, she will definitely come?" The Qingli woman behind her put down the jade flute on her lips and said softly, her voice as soft as the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The young man nodded and said, "I hope so!" After saying this, he stopped talking.

The small attic immediately quieted down, and the Qingli woman glanced at the young man, sighed softly, and gently put the jade flute in her hand on the coffee table, and began to carry the pot to make tea.

She skillfully lifted the teapot, let the hot tea rush into the teacup, and when the tea leaves were soaked in the hot tea, then closed the lid, and then held the teacup with both hands, and held a cup of suitable tea behind the young man, and the dark eyes glanced at the young man's side face without a trace, and said softly: "Childe, please use tea?"

The young man hummed from his nose, slowly turned around, and inserted the paper fan in his hand into his waist, then glanced at the girl, took the tea soup with both hands, brought it to his mouth, untied the tea lid and blew lightly, blew the tea leaves, and took a shallow sip, and then said softly: "The sound of the flute just now is "Pan Canglang", right?"

The girl lowered her head and blushed and answered softly, "Yes!"

"Zhen Xian said, it is Qu Ye, made by Mr. Chu Wang Guo Wei. Mr. Yongjia people, every ** nine peaks, is covered by the clouds of Xiaoxiang, in order to imply the meaning of melancholy. However, the water and clouds are songs, there is a melodious and self-satisfied interest, the joy of water and clouds, and there is also the ambition of being full of wind and rain, a river table, and a flat boat and five lakes. The young man sang two sentences casually, and when he saw that the girl looked dazed, he obviously didn't understand, so he smiled indifferently, and didn't know how to explain, and continued: "Why do you know this song?"

The girl said: "I heard it well in the Teaching Division, so I wrote it down, and I don't know why I blew it out today?"

The young man sighed, looking suddenly enlightened. As a kind of musical instrument, the jade flute has been circulated in the court very early, the female (Ru) has heard the sound of the people but has not heard the sound of the earth, the woman has heard the sound of the earth but has not heard the sound of the sky is the jade flute, Huan Yi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, good at music, he has a Cai Yong's Ke Ting flute (flute), is the number one famous player in the south of the Yangtze River, and the status and prestige are already very high. He once played three pieces of music for Wang Huizhi, whom he did not know (that is, the "Three Alleys of Plum Blossoms" that has been passed down through the ages), which has been passed down as a good story in history.

Note 1:

The draft girl in the Ming Dynasty brought great pain to the people, and the people often regarded their daughter's entry into the palace as falling into the fire pit, and did everything possible to avoid the selection. Wanli's "Changshu County Chronicles" records that the people of the county heard the news that "the imperial court ordered the ministers to choose women into the palace in the provinces", which caused a marriage**, so that "all affairs are fornicated, and there is no humanity". In Songjiang and other places, there are also "those who have hanging buns that are bamboo shoots, and those who are husbands who smell milk", and even widows hastily remarry because they are afraid of entering the palace. HangzhouClick to view the weather forecast for Hangzhou and more cities, since the middle of the first month, after getting this rumor, "people are raging, and they are discussing marriage in advance". On the night of the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, "the chief Mei Kui arrived at the city from Beiguan, and the defender opened the door with a cannon", the people in the dream overheard the sound of the cannon, and did not know what happened, so some people associated this with the wind rumor a few days ago, thinking that "the female internal official is the best".

There was a wealthy family who hired a tin worker at that time. "Make silverware at home, until the middle of the night, there are women who are not matched, and they dare not go out to choose people", between Emperor Zhang, he chose the tin worker as his son-in-law. The rich man shouted: "Get up in a hurry, get up in a hurry, but you can get married." "The tinsmith was dazed and ignorant in his sleep," and when the curtain began to rub his eyes, the candlelight in front of the hall was brilliant, and the daughter of the master was dressed up to be hired. This is the origin of the widely circulated folk story of "Lalang Match".

The emperors of the Ming Dynasty also enacted regulations that strictly forbade people outside the palace from passing letters or items to the palace maids. Once the ban is violated, "everyone will die". In order to prevent the palace people from leaking the forbidden matter, the old palace maid was imprisoned in the "Ni Yi Bureau". Depriving countless palace ladies of their lives and lifelong freedom in order to keep the secrets of the palace.

Note 2: Pan Canglang, a famous song of the Han guqin. This song is often used as the prelude to "Xiaoxiang Water Clouds", expressing the artistic conception of "aiming to sail on the five lakes" ("Magical Secret Score"). The author is a native of Yongjia (now Wenzhou), Zhejiang. He was an outstanding guqin player, composer and educator in the Southern Song Dynasty. He not only collected and sorted out many qin songs that were circulated in the Han people, but also had many new works. When the Yuan soldiers invaded the south, Guo Wangchu moved to the vicinity of Hengshan in Hunan, and often cruised at the confluence of Xiao and Hunan rivers. Whenever he looked at Jiuzhi Mountain and was covered by clouds and water, and saw the scenery of clouds and water, it caused him to feel worried about the invasion of foreign enemies and the changes of the times, so he wrote "Xiaoxiang Water Clouds" to send nostalgia. This song is the prelude to Guo Wangchu's masterpiece "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud". At the beginning of the piece, the ethereal overtones bring people into the artistic conception of rippling blue waves and smoke.