August 15, Mid-Autumn Festival, night, full moon people sleepless. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The cool night breeze rises to the Manyu Duck Palace, the clouds in the west sky are cirling, such as the waves in the sea rise and fall, a round is like the cold moon hidden in it, rising and falling with the waves, and the moonlight with the changing light and shade is reflected on the stone steps like water and fog.

Zhao Yili, the inner eunuch, walked out of the shadow of the moon cave gate with the slightly drunken emperor Li Chengxun in his arms, and walked casually in the inner palace along the cobblestone path and along the flickering moonlight.

Li Chengxun is dressed in the emperor's crown dress majestic and upright, his temples are white and can hardly hide the appearance of aging, and although his body is wrapped in gold and brilliance by frustration and wine-colored pecking, it has lost the magnificent style of his youth. The soft body, swaying steps, cloudy eyes, and the bleak dissolving moonlight are like a depressed and depressed lamentation, which runs through his glorious and absurd life.

Internal supervisor Zhao Yili has been in the palace for 30 years, and he is a respected old man in the palace, he followed Li Chengxun from youth to twilight, from white teeth and blue eyebrows to white hair.

The freshly planted laurel trees on both sides of the road are fragrant, and the dead wells hidden in the withered grass are piled with fallen leaves of the plane trees, and the occasional black magpie flutters over the branches. The claustrophobic autumn cool air spread from his cuffs like smoke into Zhao Yili's cuffs, he held back the sneezes that rushed out of his mouth, and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, the weather is cold, you have drunk again, the wind is strong, be careful of freezing." According to the slave, it is better to return to Yuanxin Palace as soon as possible. ”

Li Chengxun waved the sleeves embroidered with golden dragons, shook his head like a child, and said: "Don't go, there are many people, it's noisy, it's better here, quiet." ”

Zhao Yili shrunk his neck, bowed down, and added, "Then the slave should go and announce a few guards for the emperor." ”

Li Chengxun said impatiently: "Okay, you are a minion, let you accompany me, push three and four." How? Not really. ”

Zhao Yili was so frightened that he leaned down and knelt on the cold stone road, and shouted with his hands on the ground: "The slave should die, the slave doesn't dare." ”

Li Chengxun's side suddenly emptied, his center of gravity was crooked, he staggered back a few steps, stepped on one foot in the air, fell into a shallow stream, and wet his shoes and socks.

Zhao Yili's face was pale, and he wanted to stand up immediately, but due to old age and fatigue, a cold wind entered his waist, and he couldn't stand up in pain, holding his waist with both hands, and moaning in a low voice.

Li Chengxun was in a bad mood today, and after drinking a few more glasses of wine at the evening banquet, his heart became more and more depressed, so he resigned as a minister, took his confidant Zhao Yili, threw off the guards, and walked alone to relieve his sorrows.

The wine paid tribute outside the palace tasted spicy and refreshing at first, and unconsciously greedy for a few more glasses, coupled with the coolness of the new autumn, Li Chengxun only felt that the internal organs were like being cooked by a blazing fire, and the heat was overwhelming, and he didn't know where he was, so he held his forehead and stabilized his body and stayed in place.

Zhao Yili endured the pain, freed up one hand, and held Li Chengxun's arm, and a layer of fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead due to the pain. He took a breath and asked tremblingly, "Your Majesty, are you okay?" ”

With the assistance of Zhao Yili, Li Chengxun walked out of the stream, facing the moonlight, he raised his right foot that was soaked by the stream, and looked down to see that a palm-sized red maple leaf was stuck to the sole of his shoe.

Zhao Yili took the red leaves off the soles of Li Chengxun's shoes, touched them with his hands, and found that only the edges were wet with water, and the center of the leaves was dry. He turned the red leaves upside down, and the back of the wet one was no different. He let out a strange "huh", which attracted Lee Seung-hoon's attention.

The delirious Li Chengxun rudely snatched the red leaf from Zhao Yili's hand, and asked inarticulately, "What are you looking at, ah?" He pointed the leaf at the faint moonlight, squinted, tilted his body, looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "Oh, it seems to be a half-word." ”

Juanxiu's small pinch seems to be engraved on the leaf surface, which is extremely powerful. Li Chengxun unconsciously held the red leaves in his hand and read: "Now I am wrong, and my heart is sad." Red tears are secretly drooping, and his eyes are full of spring breeze. (taken from Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberries") is almost silent at the end of the sentence.

Zhao Yili thought that the poems written on the red leaves had angered the emperor, so he didn't dare to say more, and stood aside quietly, silent.

Li Chengxun was silent for a moment, holding on to the red leaves, his hands trembled slightly, and gradually spread throughout his body. At first, he was sad and choked, but later, he turned his back to Zhao Yili, standing alone in the autumn wind, muttering to himself.

Zhao Yili was anxious in his heart, lowered his head and leaned over, stopped in place, and could only see Li Chengxun's lonely and sad back everywhere. He silently speculated that it was the wind and snow moon deliberately arranged in the harem in order to compete for favor? Or is it the secret military government that the previous dynasty tried to do for power? Zhao Yili relied on his years of experience in the palace to think rationally about various possibilities.

Feelings, the most easily ignored thing in human existence and struggle, are often at the most critical point, giving a fatal blow.

As a generation of emperors, the noble cultivation of joy and anger is invisible, so that Li Chengxun must learn to use moodiness to restrain the purest feelings in his heart and hide the most sincere enthusiasm in his heart. Beyond the thick walls of the heart is infinite mysterious indifference, indifferent and ruthless. And inside, what flowed was the two lines of wordless tears he left in the face of a red leaf and a few words of sadness.

"Even if the dream soul exists, it becomes nothing, how can it be and dream nothing!" Li Chengxun, who was sitting on the soft couch in the dormitory, was repeating these two poems in a trance for a whole day.

Since coming back last night, Li Chengxun seems to have lost three souls and five souls, like a puppet and let Zhao Yili serve, lying on the bed with a sluggish face, watching until dawn. When I got up in the morning, I neither washed nor eaten, and I didn't see anyone. The prime minister sent someone to investigate, but he only replied that he was sick and could not go to court.

Zhao Yili paced outside anxiously, and said in his heart: Bacheng's red leaves are a murder weapon used to cast a curse, and the emperor is probably evil.

The anomalous situation lasted until late at night, and suddenly there was a turnaround. The emperor was finally willing to see someone, he opened the door of the hall, wearing a bright yellow nightgown, barefoot, holding a piece of paper full of words in one hand, and Zhao Yili in the other, with a bright smile, and said excitedly: "Come on, come on, help me take a look." ”

Zhao Yili was flattered and followed Li Chengxun into the dormitory, Li Chengxun pulled him to the lamp, and said with a smile: "I have been thinking about it for a day, and I have the second half of the word, how do you see it right?" Zhao Yili took the paper in Li Chengxun's hand in a daze, scribbled and changed it on the paper, crookedly, and wrote intermittently: "I know that I have no plan later, and I force the happy period." A farewell, falling pear blossoms and the west. ”

It dawned on him that the emperor had been hiding in the dormitory all day long just to match the half-word on the red leaves he picked up by the stream last night! It is ridiculous that he was frightened all day in vain.

Zhao Yili smacked his lips, as if he had drunk a cup of tea, and the aftertaste was endless. He praised from the bottom of his heart: "The emperor's style is comparable to Wen Liu. That's right, it's seamless, and I can't tell that it's from the hands of the two. "Zhao Yili had studied with his father for a few years before entering the palace, and he originally wanted to take the test to honor his ancestors, but after the disaster in his hometown, he was exiled to one side, and in order to make a living, he entered the palace as a eunuch. Unlike other minions, when he occasionally saw the emperor, he always seemed to be down-to-earth and generous, calm and calm, and his answers were fluent, and he even spoke in chapters. Li Chengxun was very pleasantly surprised, paid more attention to him, and within a few years, he became the emperor's personal attendant. He took advantage of the great resources in the palace to study diligently. When he was lonely, the emperor also sang harmony with him, and his writing was quite appreciated.

Li Chengxun excitedly rummaged through the books on the bookcase, and commanded Zhao Yili to say, "Quick, help me grind." He pulled out a dry and neatly pressed red maple leaf from an old book of poems, copied the second half of the poem he had made on it, and commanded with joyful dances: "Help me change my clothes." I'm going out. As he spoke, he raised his feet and went out.

Zhao Yili followed behind with the emperor's clothes, and while putting sleeves on him, he shouted indiscriminately: "Oh, the emperor, slow down, the emperor, you haven't put on shoes yet." ”

The emperor walked forward quickly, completely losing his usual steadiness and solemnity, while Zhao Yili followed the trend with broken steps, and looked stupid at the door guards.

On the sixteenth night, the moonlight was exceptionally clear, Li Chengxun revisited the old place, sighed again and again, he put the red leaves into the stream where he picked up the leaves yesterday, looked at the red leaves fluttering in the stream, and said melancholy: "Yili, do you see if I am old?" His wide sleeved robe danced in the cool autumn breeze, and he looked a little weak.

Zhao Yili sighed silently in his heart and said: "The emperor is not old, but he has overworked for the country and the people, and he has lost weight. ”

When Li Chengxun heard this, he laughed dryly, the cold wind was like his nose, and he coughed violently. Zhao Yili stretched out his hand to caress his back, full of concern. He held his chest, his cough gradually stopped, and he said, "Hey, I'm really old, don't do these things anymore, go back." With that, he took Zhao Yili's arm and slowly walked back to the dormitory.

This little thing was not even an episode for the emperor who was in a hurry, Li Chengxun quickly forgot about it, and after a few days of leisurely passing, Zhao Yili presented him with something - it was still a red leaf, which aroused his interest again.

The red leaves are still the same, but the poem written on them has been replaced: "Walking alone on the bank of the gutter, when the leaves are on the stream." This love is rare, and the intestines are broken with a couplet. (Selected from "Tang Legend") elegant and beautiful Xiaokai has a soft outside and strong inside.

Li Chengxun couldn't put down this little poem, watched it repeatedly, took advantage of the beauty of the night, imitated its style, and painstakingly chanted a poem to supply harmony. So it was written on the red leaves, and the mysterious person who didn't see the person but saw the word, sang the poem and was very happy.

A few days after the two passed the red leaves, one day, when Li Chengxun released the red leaves, he happened to see a girl in palace clothes picking up red maple leaves nearby, and under careful questioning, it was the person who sang peace with him for several days, and it was a lowly palace maid in the Shangfu Bureau, named Xie Liuhong. Li Chengxun was overjoyed, and two days later, he was promoted to a talented person. Within a month, he was promoted several levels, canonized as Xie Zhaorong, and lived in the Qiluo Palace. All of a sudden, inside and outside the palace, it was a good story. (To be continued.) )