With a flick of his fingers, Jiarui's nineteenth year of Shangyuan Festival came as scheduled.

The palace hangs all kinds of glazed palace lamps early in the morning, which is dazzling, and the palace seems to be in a brilliant sea of lights at night.

Not long after I woke up from a nap, Jinglan came up with a set of smoky cloud-shaped thousand-water dresses, unfolded them in front of my eyes, and asked, "Princess, what do you think, how is this new dress?" ”

"Naturally pretty." I nodded and said, "I'm afraid I've been sick for so long, I'm afraid my complexion is not good, remember to put on more rouge when you even your makeup for a while." ”

It is estimated that Jinglan didn't expect that a difficult person like me, who always has to fight against her when she dresses me up on weekdays, would be so concerned about her makeup, and it took a long time to react: "Today's Shangyuan Night Banquet, is the general also going to attend?" ”

I nodded, graciously acknowledging.

In the morning, Sijiu got news from outside that the crime of spreading rumors in the Xu family had been implemented, and it was announced to the world in a few days, and the people of Jiangnan scolded Jiangnan for being stupid, and gradually changed their impression of the prince. The disaster relief line has won countless hearts and minds for the heavenly family, Qi Ye and the prince have returned to the dynasty with great fame, and today is the day to return to Beijing.

Jinglan summoned a few palace ladies, started together, and played on the top of my head for a long time, making a flying fairy bun. The clouds are sagging, the green silk is coiled, and a little emerald coral golden toad treasure hairpin is obliquely inserted behind the head, and the falling Yingluo clangs.

Jinglan seemed to be quite satisfied with the results of her busy work for a long time, turned around and took the Qianshui long robe, and said while waiting for me to put it on: "The princess is just better, go drink less, if the pain is too much to bear, come back early." ”

I think I have a kind of heartbreaking ability, first the verbose Zhizhi, and now the verbose Jinglan. I think I'm lucky to have someone whispering in my ear all the time that I can't be so lonely in this huge palace.

"The Queen Mother made the decision to give Zhizhi to Jinghong, and when the New Year is over, I will go to ask my father for a wedding for Zhizhi. Zhizhi has been with me for so many years, and I am ashamed that I can't stand her. In the past few days, you have sorted out all the congratulatory gifts sent in the middle of the year, and prepared a dowry for Zhizhi, I want her to marry in a beautiful manner, and don't be coldly looked at by others. ”

Jinglan: "Yes, princess. The slave and maid will go and prepare now. ”

"When will you have time to go to Canghua Hall for me to see her and Jing Hong...... And Biyu, I don't have the face to see them again, you make them all right. I stopped Jinglan and stopped talking, "Tell Jinghong that my sister will apologize in person one day." And Zhizhi, you tell her that Lingxi Palace will always be her home. ”

Jinglan was touched by my words, and she didn't know how to answer for a while, and after a while, only a sigh remained.

……

I sat at the dressing table, and a thin face was reflected in the gold-lacquered bronze mirror on it. Thousands of glass lamps hung high inside and outside the hall, and the light swayed, flickering and dimming, and the people in the mirror became blurred, wearing delicate makeup, like a painted skin.

A plain hand gently slid across his cheeks, his eyebrows were like daisies, his jaw was sharp, his almond eyes were filled with cold light, and his face was as cold as a short dagger reflecting the moonlight.

I looked at myself in the mirror, cold to the bone. It's obviously real, but the more you look at it, the more strange it feels.

Chang Jieyu and I were born five or six points similar, charming and close to the demon, the city is glamorous and crowned harem, and the recent favor of Longen has only increased. If I were standing hand in hand with her, cold and charming, I wonder if I would still be recognizable if I was depicted by the painter on a three-inch silk paper?

Such a question, when the sedan chair carrying me stopped outside the Fengying Terrace and Gong'e lifted the curtain to help me out of the sedan chair, it was even more in my heart - a lotus flower red cloud warm sedan chair on the left stopped beside me, and Allure wore a long skirt with a scarlet cloud peony thin hookah, and the skirt was staggering, and slowly stepped out of the sedan chair. She stood across from me and smiled charmingly at me, the golden light on her forehead bursting like a fairy concubine.

The twilight was low, the stars were sprinkled in the sky, and the white mist rose from the Canghe River, enveloping all the scenery on the nine-foot high platform into the cold mist. I dressed in a similar outfit to her, and made two gestures. The wind was cold on the phoenix stage, I glanced at her, saluted slightly, and turned around to go.

"Write the soul, come out quickly." Allure's soft voice sounded behind me, and I froze in place when I heard it.

"Writing soul, the one in front is the eldest princess of Zhaoyuan, you go up and salute, don't forget the etiquette that your sister taught you before entering the palace."

I listened to Allure's intentional or unintentional words coming into my ears word by word, accompanied by a wave of hesitant footsteps, I sighed helplessly, and turned my head: "This is Chang Jieyu's brother, I haven't seen it for many days, I can't recognize it." ”

Xingnu's long hair was tied up, and his sturdy physique was put in a moon-white wide-sleeved robe, which actually gave birth to a bit of the abundance of a child of the Chang'an family.

Allure smiled: "It's been a few days since I got my soul back, and the eldest princess remembers it very clearly." ”

"Moon ......" The star slave's mouth came out of a slurred syllable, and I tried to get closer to him to sound more really, but accidentally bumped into his clear eyes. I was flustered for a moment, and I didn't know why, so I hurriedly thought about looking sideways to avoid it.

Allure took in everything and didn't say anything: "I can't read a few words, let alone read them, so don't be surprised by the eldest princess." ”

He has been with me for three years, and I don't know that he doesn't know how to know the world, and he can't even say a complete sentence. For a stupid person like him, I don't know how much energy it took to hear this "moon".

Thinking of this, I feel a little relieved, but my heart is inevitably sad.

After a long time, I asked him: "Xingnu, literacy is much more uncomfortable than not being able to eat crispy pigeon legs?" ”

Xingnu nodded and grinned at me.

I silently watched Allure lead him into the Phoenix Shadow Terrace, thinking back to the appearance of me falling into his eyes by accident just now.

I was worried that I would be bullied if Xingnu left, but looking at how he looks today, it seems that he has been bullied less than when he was with me. Qi Ye's words are still in his ears, where is the home of Xingnu, maybe only he knows the Tao.

On the phoenix shadow stage, I looked at the night alone and sighed. The number of guests who came and went gradually avoided me when they saw me behaving so stupidly.

The Beidou is brilliant above the canopy, the moon is thousands of miles, and people who look at the landscape will inevitably have some sour feelings. Even with this comfort, I still couldn't suppress the secret snort, Gao Xingyue has lived a confused life for nineteen years, but he has never given birth to such a poet's hypocrisy. Recently, for some reason, the sour and rotten atmosphere in my heart is extremely strong.

Amitabha, creation makes people.

"Blackie, what are you doing here?"

There was a cold and waveless voice behind him, which penetrated into the bottom of his heart but suddenly warmed, as if he had been looking forward to it for many days.

There was a momentary blank in my mind. Turning around, I saw him wearing a pair of shirts, standing with his hands long. The purple jade and gold crown are tied with hair, and the clothes are in the wind, which seems to carry thousands of graces.

"Jiurou, you're back." With a long-lost look of joy on my face, I walked over to him.

He took my hand and smiled faintly, "Well, I'm back." Come with me. ”