I am in no mood and only love to sleep, and my dream soul is still sad again.

Empress Dowager Xiao lived in the palace, ten days have passed in the blink of an eye, these ten days the court's wives and harem concubines often come to the palace to greet the Empress Dowager Xiao, breaking the inherent peace of the palace, as the mistress of the palace seems to have to deal with these things, so that she is so uncomfortable, so that there is Ping'er from the help, otherwise she really can't cope with it alone, as if she has always loved quiet, arrogant, accompanied, not lively, not good at complicated human feelings, but in order to make King Fu feel at ease, let the Empress Dowager Xiao rejoice, she can only support strongly, It's only been ten days, and her whole body is haggard, and the melancholy in her heart is a little more.

Early in the morning, the Empress Dowager Xiao took a group of palace maids to the Xiao family, which made her so unhappy, as long as the Empress Dowager Xiao was not in the house, then there would be no women and concubines who came and went to greet her, so she didn't need to deal with it, she could sit in the Funing Hall and do something she liked, or copy the scriptures, or repair the book, or write and play the piano, or Gu Ying self-pity, so that she didn't need to wear it deliberately, her hair could be draped around her shoulders at will, and no one laughed at the rouge gouache, and it didn't hurt if the willow leaves didn't draw her eyebrows for a long time, she could be the most real and natural self. It was as if playing with Qianxue for a while and handed it over to the nurse, and then she went back to the room alone, came to the bedroom and sat in front of the dresser to think to herself in the mirror, inside the mirror was her sad and melancholy face, the cold wind outside the window was as cold as a knife, whimpering gently, like the cry of a resentful woman, this quiet listening is not clear, the old sorrow and the new sorrow come out together, as if she only feels that her heart is not depressed, and she has nowhere to complain about her grievances, she doesn't know whether she is right to conceal her memories or not, but it is difficult to tell the truth, Now there is not even a confidant in the closed door room, the same day when he was alone with Zhongli Wenjun, the occasional meeting is still beautiful now, clear as yesterday, she has to admit that Wen Jun is her confidant from beginning to end, they all have a chrysanthemum under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan's idle heart, although Wen Jun went to the official career, married Princess Ziyan, from a poor and two white cloth clothes to today's extremely human ministers, relatives of the emperor and the country, fame, fortune and wealth hold hands steadily, but he has not been contaminated with a trace of flashiness, decadent wind, He has a clean breeze on his sleeves, not greedy or covetous, although he submitted to King Fu and sought to seize the throne with him, he seemed puzzled before, but after the memory woke up, she understood that what Wen Jun did must be because of herself, she knew King Fu too well, presumably King Fu did not hesitate to inform Wen Jun of the emperor's defilement of himself in order to win over Zhongli Wen Jun, and King Fu caught the weakness of Wen Jun's infatuation. As if trying not to let herself think about it, not to let herself see through, not to get involved in the whirlpool of power struggle, she just wants to live simply, love without regrets, but she knows that she is Princess Fu is destined not to be completely separated from this power struggle, and now she is watching King Fu let Sha Boliu refine the pill to poison the emperor and murder the ministers in the court who are unfavorable to her, she doesn't want her man to have blood on his hands, but she is powerless to stop it, so she can only let herself not listen, not know, not think, and concentrate on practicing in a closed room, as if practicing now is not to cultivate for oneself in the next life, but to atone for the sins of the blessed king.

When King Fu returned to the house to listen to the change of clothes, Ping'er said that the Empress Dowager Xiao went to the Prime Minister Xiao Cheng's mansion, he didn't have to go to Mo Yuxuan to say hello, there were few affairs in the court today, so he had a little free, so he came to the Funing Palace to play a game of chess with Wanruo, since the emperor was sick in bed, he was busy all day, and rarely had time to accompany Wanruo, and he had not played chess with him for a long time.

When the Fu King came, he seemed to be painting, maybe it was negligence or something because the hosta inserted in the head was actually crooked, and the look was also cute, the Fu King couldn't help but laugh when he saw it, and he helped the hosta to be inserted correctly, leaning over to see as if he was painting a lotus picking picture, only to see a few young women sitting on the boat with a lotus leaf Luo skirt in one color, but did not see the lotus picking was busy, the Fu King took the brush of Wan Ruo and said with interest, how about this lotus picking in part of the king to paint?

It was as if he got up and gave up his seat to King Fu, and said in a light tone, you have snatched the brush and made a lot of noise with me, but I haven't seen you paint for a long time, just if you want me to naturally like it, look at your painting work.

King Fu sat in the position of the pen in his hand, his brows furrowed slightly, and the pen in his hand flew up on the silk, and he began to use the pen along the place where he had just drawn, almost without breathing, and the remaining part was taken in a handful, and a picture of picking lotus was instantly complete.

Looking at his masterpiece, King Fu was so unhappy, he inserted the brush into the pen holder, pointed to the part he had painted, and proudly said to Wandao; "If you see anything strange in the king's palace?" Looking at King Fu's confident appearance but as plain as ever, her eyes fell on the lotus picking picture in front of her, and she didn't feel a little ashamed to see King Fu's talent, no matter how hard she tried to paint, she was still a lot inferior to King Fu, "Your painting skills are very high, I think even if you don't paint for ten years, it's still ah, even if I practice for twenty years, I estimate that it's not half as good as you." As if he said sincerely, King Fu couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard Wanruo praise himself so much, "Ruoruo, Ruoruo, this king finds that you are more and more likable." King Fu couldn't help but slap Wanruo's cheeks, and suddenly the smile on his face froze, "If you see that you have lost weight again, it must be because Xue'er is sick these days and you have to work too hard to serve in the palace after your mother." "Touching the cheekbones that seem to be bulging on his face, King Fu is not distressed, originally it was like being sad and sickly, and there was rarely a nanny on his face, but now it is more and more distinct.

In the face of King Fu's deep concern, he seemed to be unimpressed, "You also know that I have always had a poor appetite, little sleep, and a lot of sorrow, and it is even more obvious when it comes to the fallen leaves, and it is common to lose some weight, so you don't need to take it to heart." "Those helpless people who leaned on the slanted railing alone, alone and depressed, didn't want to say it, because she didn't want King Fu to worry, and she didn't want him to feel burdened, she could only make him feel that he was just sad and skinny because of the helpless flowers falling, and as for the others, she just wanted to hurt herself.

King Fu believed Wanruo's words, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he sighed, "You, you, it's okay anywhere, it's just that you are too sentimental, too worried, and your heart is difficult to let go. "King Fu knows that the root of the melancholy is not as simple as the autumn wind of the fallen leaves, which must also have his own side, as for the rest he has no intention of pursuing now, for King Fu, the most important thing at present is to get power, eradicate dissidents, and seek to seize the throne, seeing that the emperor is getting sick, he is overjoyed, and he knows that he is finally going to keep the clouds open and see the moon.

As if just nodded silently, no more words, eyes were always reluctant to leave the lotus picking picture in front of him, pondered for a long time, as if holding a pen in hand, in the blank space mentioned four lines of poetry, lotus leaf skirt one color cut, hibiscus smiling face on both sides, messy into the pool can not see, only to know that someone is coming, for their own words as if quite confident, she feels that it can be compared with the words of the Fu King, and the painting can not, the so-called art industry has a specialization, as if the four lines of poetry describe this painting is very appropriate, for this Fu Wang also agrees, After the ink dried, the husband and wife personally framed the painting, and then hung it on the wall of the bedroom, the two of them were very satisfied with this picture of lotus picking together, this is the first time that the husband and wife completed a painting together, this kind of husband and wife not only like it, the same is true of the Fu Wang, just like the Han Gaozu and Mrs. Qi sang Chu songs, the concubine danced Chu dance, the left hand of the country and the mountains I am the main, the right hand beauty called my heart, for the Fu King life is no more fortunate than this, but what you want is to raise your eyebrows, respect each other like a guest, the sunrise Jun to sweet, The concubine is at home, and at sunset, I wish to be like the stars and the moon, and I will be clean and clean with each other.

King Fu saw that he was in a good mood, and he was so good, so he wanted to have a warm life with him, but the appearance of Ping'er made a ** stop, and the appearance of a person evoked the young sorrow that was buried in his heart