She bowed down, and her voice was tactful with a hint of trembling: "The courtiers respectfully ask the emperor for ten thousand blessings." At this moment, she was only a stone's throw away from the young king, and the beautiful seawater cliff ornaments on the hem of the dragon robe came into view, and the fine and even stitches were clearly visible, and it seemed that she could count the golden dragon scales one by one, and she became more and more nervous, and her palms were fine and dense beads of sweat.

The emperor's voice was extremely gentle, and he said with a smile: "Get up." He also instructed Rong Jin to give him a seat.

Rong Yue thanked him, and sat diagonally next to the black lacquer enamel dragon play bead pattern round stool.

The emperor asked, "How is the imperial grandmother?" ”

Rong Yue replied: "Back to the emperor, everything is fine with the ancestors, and the ancestors said that the emperor is good at taking care of himself, which is filial piety." ”

The emperor nodded, raised his hand and washed a green jade lotus leaf on the bookcase, and his voice was as warm as a spring breeze in March: "This Baohe Palace is not as good as the harem, many are not cheap, if it is short, I will inform Rong Jin." ”

The corners of Rong Yue's lips hooked slightly, a smile appeared in her eyes, and her voice was much more relaxed: "Thank you, Your Majesty." ”

The emperor smiled and said, "I remember that you like to read some travelogue books, I treasured some in my early years, and I only found a few in a hurry, and brought them to you to look at to relieve your boredom." As he spoke, he picked up the two blue books on the table and handed them to Rong Yue.

The dark woven gold robe was embroidered and then embroidered with sea blue horseshoe, and the hand on the lining was clearly jointed, like a strong bamboo fence, Rong Yue had never looked at the hand of the man surnamed so carefully, and unconsciously flew up to two red clouds, and gently raised his hand to take it.

Rong Yue saw that the first volume was a volume of "Xu Xiake's Travels", but it was the thirteenth to nineteenth volumes that he couldn't find, and he smiled: "I've only read the first twelve volumes, and I can't find the first half of them, but I don't want to see them today." ”

She was born with a natural beauty, and suddenly smiled, revealing shallow dimples on her cheeks, sweet as sweet spring dew, and her eyes were shining with streamers, adding a little playfulness.

The corners of the emperor's lips were lightly hooked.

"Xu Hongzu must explore when he hears the strange, and he must intercept the danger, there are ancient caves, famous temples, hot springs, and strange peaks in the book, and it is very interesting to read, and the straight people can't let go of it." Rong Yue said happily, but she was afraid that the emperor would think that she was too naughty and not virtuous enough, so she covered up and said, "I don't often read these ......."

The emperor didn't think he was angry, but followed her: "Reading travelogues can increase your knowledge and broaden your horizons. Li Daoyuan's "Notes on the Book of Water" leads to the water of the world, and the minerals, textiles, metallurgy and water conservancy mentioned in it are of great benefit to me every time I read them. ”

Rong Yue couldn't help but agree, and said: "In the commentary of the Water Classic, it is said that water has Fenshui, Jishui, Surabaya, Yishui, Zhushui, etc., which are very appropriate and fascinating, and I can't wait to see them...... Not limited to these people, the terroir recorded in many essays is also very interesting. ”

As she spoke, her gaze swept over the emperor, and when she saw that her obsidian eyes were staring at her tightly, it was like a calm sea in the middle of the night, sinking to the ground, making her restless heart gradually return to tranquility, and then rolling up the stormy waves.

It seems that the air around them is filled with extremely thin golden strings, plucking the music like a chant.

At that time, the sky was about to be dusk, and the light in the whole hall was dim and unclear, only to feel that the palace maid lightly turned on the lights everywhere, and there was a halo of yellow light rolling from everywhere.

The contours of the emperor's face were as clear as a knife and axe, but the complexion was extremely gentle, but she couldn't resist it when she looked at it so scorchingly, but she was willing to drown in the thousand-foot ancient pool.

When the emperor saw her shyly turn her face away, Fang withdrew his gaze and said, "I still want to approve the fold, the lights are on in this room, you can sit there and watch." ”

Rong Yue nodded, sat down on the rose chair next to the rose-inlaid rosewood enamel Fushou pattern screen on the left, and spread out the book to read.

The gilded beast's head ring bowl copper furnace is sprayed with a cloud-like scent of Suhe.

The people in front of the palace are very orderly, serving tea is a snack, the footsteps are brisk, and they don't hear the slightest noise.

Rong Yue saw the seriousness, habitually raised his hand to touch the right hand, picked up a piece of hibiscus cake to his mouth and took a bite, Fang realized it later, looked up, and saw that the red sandalwood lacquer chisel flower warped head case did not know when to put two delicate dim sum, and on the left side was a green pastel embossed leaf pen, a jade tube purple pen.

This was her habit in the past, and a wave of light joy rippled in her heart, and she turned her head to see that the emperor was bowing his head to review the recital.

The orange light hit the emperor's face, and the whole person was warm, like the spring light of that year, Ama Eniang took her sisters and brothers to the Zhuangzi, and the sunlight sprinkled on the wheat field like a wave was like this.

She saw that the cinnabar in the inkstone was about to dry up, so she simply stood up and walked to the front of the imperial book case, and lifted the pine and bamboo pattern ink and grinded it carefully.

Outside the window, the night is thick with pine smoke ink, and there are nine chiseled dragon and phoenix auspicious silver candlesticks on the kang, and there is a red copper gilt phoenix lantern next to the big kang, which illuminates the interior as if it were daytime.

The emperor seemed to have encountered a difficulty, frowned slightly, picked up and put down the notebook several times, and only after a while did he put pen to paper again to comment.

She studied the ink, stood aside and watched, the emperor dipped the pen in the ink, the font that fell on the notebook was angular, strong and powerful, flat and stable, faintly containing infinite momentum, but it was only contained, at a glance it was only stretched and gentle, in the end, the word was like its person.

The more she looked at it, the more she felt good-looking, and when she saw that the tea in the bowl was bottoming out, she went out to inform Siqin, who happened to see that Siqin had brought a bowl of smoked tea with a palm-sized lacquered tea tray.

Rong Yue opened the bowl and glanced at it, and couldn't help but whisper: "It's time for this, drink such a strong tea......

Siqin lowered his voice and replied: "Don't hide it from the little master, the emperor's **** batch was folded until late at night, and he ordered to change the strong tea at this time every night to refresh himself." ”

Rong Yue sighed lightly, took the tea tray and said, "Strong tea hurts the stomach, I'm afraid I'm going to be thirsty at night, so my sister might as well go and order a bowl of honey water to prepare." ”

"In the end, it is the little master's thoughtfulness." Siqin turned around and went back to the imperial tea room.

A small palace maid on both sides had already opened the curtain, Rong Yue returned to the bookcase, learned the style of Siqin, and put the celadon bowl on the table.

The emperor turned his head to serve tea, looked up and saw that it was her, he was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Tired of watching?" ”

Rong Yue shook her head, bit her lower lip slightly, and said, "Siqin is busy, and the courtiers will help." ”

The dim light reflected the light gauze collar, and the ivory-white scarf was lightly embroidered with small crimson cherry petals, and the breeze blew away, and sprinkled on the girl's soft and almost transparent earlobes, face, and slightly trembling eyelashes, until people couldn't help but want to brush away the red and falling flowers.

The emperor lowered his eyes and gently plucked the tea leaves in the bowl, and the room was extremely quiet, except for the subtle sound of celadon colliding.

The color of the tea soup is dark brown, rippling in the bowl, spreading out one by one, straight like the silk spit out by the spring silkworm, making a cocoon, protecting people inside, and no longer listening to the storm outside.

After a moment, the emperor said slowly: "You must be tired today...... The hour is not early, go and rest. ”

Rong Yue was blessed and answered. Fang took two steps back, and heard the emperor call behind him, "Rong Yue!" ”

The Emperor actually remembered her name, and she couldn't help but turn around and see the Emperor stretching out his hand towards her.

She couldn't help but be a little flustered, her white neck was slightly pink, her cherry lips were like petals, and she was gently bitten by the white teeth, but she was extremely shy, and finally gently handed over her hand.

The moment her fingers clenched, there was only pure white and electric light in front of her, and she only felt that her heart was filled with something inexplicable, and it seemed that she had fallen into the ocean, and she needed to breathe deeply so that she would not drown.

The emperor's big hand was extraordinarily strong, slightly forced, she was already a little out of strength, sitting softly on his lap, wrapped tightly in his arms, so tight that she almost thought that the blood of the two people would merge together, but she felt relieved for no reason, that kind of no one could give stability.

The warm light of the eight-sided tulle painted palace lamp above her head was like a whirlpool of orange petals, and she covered her eyes tightly, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were gently caressed by a warm hand, which was extremely gentle, as if caressing a rare treasure.

Since the death of Ama Eniang, who still treats her as a treasure like this, she covets this tenderness and curls up in those arms.

It was obviously a September day outside, but it seemed to be freezing cold, dripping into ice, and the little people were like moths flying in the dark night struggling towards the warm flames, and they didn't feel a sense of crying in their hearts, and the hot and humid fog filled the world, dispelling away the clutch and sorrow.

Only this time of happiness will withstand the ruthless suffering of the storms and rains in the world.

The imperial case was kicked at some point, and a few bright yellow wrapped pieces slipped on the bed, on the ground, on the foot, the blue and white porcelain flying dragon Izumo pattern covered bowl rolled down on the heavy carpet, and the honey-colored tea soup was sucked clean very quickly.

The wooden relief of the dome is like a cloud dragon and a golden hat swirling, shaking people like dizzy, and they fall asleep in chaos, even if they sleep, there is still a trace of a light smile on the corner of their lips. (To be continued.) )