In April, the flowers are fragrant, and the peach blossoms bloom when the rain falls. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Broken jade Qionglin, what time does the east wind come. The Daqing Valley is full of babbling streams and wildflowers. Birds chirp in the branches, waking up the dawn of the season. A bright red carpet was laid on the jade steps, which spread all the way to the foot of the mountain.

Sitting in a small sedan chair, I walked a few miles to the southeast. When I arrived at the sacrificial venue, I looked at it from a distance, and a high altar stood in the middle. There are many colorful flags planted on it, fluttering in the wind. There were many civil and military officials around, and there were many ordinary people watching.

got off the sedan chair, and the maid took care of Liyun's sideburns for Wan. Wan Ning took light steps and followed Wang Lianying's instructions to the other side of the altar. At this time, the weather is fine and the clouds are drifting. Wanning looked around, although there were many people, they didn't hear it.

After a pause, I heard the sound of trumpets on both sides. It was the joyful sound of the beginning of the sacrificial ceremony, with a melodious voice and a beautiful rhyme. Reverberated through the valley, many birds were called to sing together. Wan Ning saw that Jun Hao, dressed in a dark robe, walked towards the altar.

When Jun Hao walked slowly to his side, Wan Ning saw Jun Hao's face clearly. But I saw Jun Hao wearing the robe of the sacrifice, and on the black robe, with vermilion silk thread, embroidered with the Nine Heavens Xuanniao. The sleeves are trimmed with silver-white embroidery.

For some reason, Wan Ning felt very familiar. suddenly remembered that when he first entered the palace, he was punished to wash clothes in the Huanyi Bureau. The first washed robe was accidentally burned by himself. At that time, Wanning was startled and sewed it up with extreme care.

About this robe is the one that burned out by itself. Otherwise, how can you look at it, so kind. When he came back to his senses and looked at Jun Hao, he had already walked closer to him. Wan Ning could even clearly see Jun Hao's serious expression.

His angular face is engraved with a pair of handsome eyes and eyebrows that are almost cold. But in Wanning's opinion, it is so gentle and affectionate. This is the domineering that a generation of emperors should have. But I saw that Jun Hao was wearing a crown hat on his head, and twelve crowns were hanging down from the hat.

As he passed by her, Wan Ning could feel her heart almost out of rhythm. At that moment, Wanning was very glad that she was a maid and not a concubine. Not to mention the concubine, even the queen has no chance to participate in such a grand ceremony.

The wind blew, and the green silk on the forehead swayed back and forth. Unconsciously she reached out and gently hooked it to her ear. At this time, the music slowly stopped, and Wan Ning raised her head. Seeing that Jun Hao was already standing on the high altar, under the instructions of the guide, he bowed to the altar and bowed to heaven and earth.

"A sacrifice to the emperor, I wish the society and the country and the people are safe!" The usher's voice stretched out and echoed slowly through the valley. Wan Ning also knelt down with everyone, and raised her hands high along with Jun Hao. Then slowly bow down and press your hands to the ground.

"After the second sacrifice, I wish the community a bumper harvest!" Immediately after that, there was a second prostration. Just as Wanning was preparing to bow down for the third time. But she heard the guide shouting, "Licheng-" She was slowly helped up by the maid and stroked the dust on her clothes.

Who knew that at this time, the maid hurriedly stopped and said in a low voice: "The dust contaminated in the ceremony can't be photographed, why hasn't the girl forgotten?" "Yes, I remember that when I came, Wang Lianying once explained. Wan Ning hurriedly stopped, letting her palms be covered with dust.

Later, Wan Ning saw the ushers coming with a bowl. A few drops of water were sprinkled on Jun Hao's body and head, implying that the king received the dew of heaven's grace. Jun Hao slowly stood up and put on three sticks of incense. As the green smoke drifted away, the next item began - the king's own ploughing.

The activities at the spring ploughing ceremony are divided into four contents. The first is the sacrificial ceremony, the second is the king's own ploughing, the third is ploughing with the people, and the fourth is to worship heaven and earth again and return to the palace. The whole event will take a total of seven or eight days.

Now there has been a palace coup d'état in Donglu, and the people's lives have become a little poor. In particular, when Saijon occupied Kyoto, a lot of land was encroached upon. Although after three months of recuperation, there is still no harvest.

This ceremony was carried out at the right time, and many people remembered the reason why Jun Hao had resisted with the people when the plague broke out in Kyoto last year. I have great hopes for Jun Hao, so I rushed to Daqing Valley to pray for a good harvest in the coming year.

At this time, Wanning stood in the middle of the people, listening to the people's discussions about Jun Hao. I was very happy in my heart, it turned out that in the hearts of the people, Jun Hao was a generation of Ming Jun. If the spring ploughing goes smoothly, then Jun Hao's prestige will be even higher.

"Look, the emperor is here!" The people rushed forward one after another, and gathered around the king, who had come down from the altar. But seeing Jun Hao, he smiled slightly, and then waved to the people. Wan Ning watched from a distance, and suddenly felt that Jun Hao was the sky at the eastern foothills.

The king ploughed himself, that is, the emperor changed his clothes and went among the people. Wan Ning had heard of it before, but she hadn't thought of it. When Jun Hao stepped out of the carriage again, she almost didn't recognize it. But Jun Hao, dressed in coarse linen.

Jun Hao, who has taken off his gorgeous clothes, looks like an ordinary farmer. khaki undershirt and blue-gray trousers. A rough belt was tied around his waist, and the plum jade crown between his temples was gone, only an ordinary green silk rope was used to pull his hair up simply.

At this time, the people surrounded Jun Hao even more, and they all said that they wanted to farm for Jun Hao. Or to carry a hoe for Jun Hao, but Jun Hao politely declined. After Wang Lianying dispersed the people, Jun Hao came to this thick land alone with a hoe.

On the land is the hope of the people who work hard. Jun Hao ploughed the ground under his feet with great force. In order to facilitate sowing, each hoe is dropped. The people cheered, as if what Jun Hao had brought them was a bumper harvest and good weather in the coming year.

At this time, I don't know where a village woman came from. Carrying the same hoe, he walked with Jun Hao to the land mixed with sweat. "Little sister, tomorrow is the time to plow with the people......" Jun Hao was saying, but he heard Wanning's voice coming.

"Do you have to wait until tomorrow?" Wan Ning bent down and learned to hoe the ground like Jun Hao. Jun Hao didn't realize that he was looking at Wanning who had changed his clothes. It took a long time to recognize it. Wanning was wearing a rose-red shirt and skirt, and even her hair was braided in thick braids.

Jun Hao's burning gaze blushed a little when he saw Wanning. She hurriedly lowered her head and continued with the hoe in her hand. Jun Hao also realized something, and smiled shallowly. Subsequently, he also followed Wanning's side and cultivated.

At this time, the sun has risen, and it is the time of spring to be warmer. Wan Ning only moved the hoe a few times, and she was so tired that she was sweating profusely. Her waist also began to pantothenize slightly, you know, this is the first time she has gone to the field to do farm work.

turned around and looked at Jun Hao, but he was getting more and more energetic. Wan Ning walked over slowly unconsciously, and pulled out the silk handkerchief around her waist. Gently wiped the sweat stains on Jun Hao's forehead, and said softly: "Rest for a while......" The grass buds all over the mountain sprouted, covering the valley.

The sun shines just right on the land. At this time, Wan Ning and Jun Hao joined hands and sat under the tree to rest. Wanning used a small handkerchief to stir up a cool breeze for Jun Hao, and laughed heartily. If it weren't for the relationship between the emperor and the maid, would he have lived a plain life with the monarch all his life?

In April, gardenias bloom luxuriantly. Hire Tingting, lingering among the flower branches. White as snow, bright as the moon. Everywhere the wind passes, it is as ethereal as a light music. The Zhengyang Hall is very quiet, and the sun shadow is sparse through the wooden lattice windows.

In the past few days, Jiang Lingyan's heart has become more and more fond of Qingluan. So I often came to Zhengyang Palace, looking at Qingluan's lovely expression, and I didn't feel that my heart was clear. She cut a bunch of gardenias, cut them into a water bottle and placed them on the windowsill.

A blurred circle of light, projected in the memories of the past. Jiang Lingyan sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at the sleeping Qingluan. Gently cover her with a small futon, as if she were her mother. On the table, there is a small belly pocket she made for Qingluan.

Although it was early summer, there was a large temperature difference between morning and evening these days. When Qingluan sleeps at night, he always can't sleep well. I often kick the little mattress aside, and if my stomach is cold, I will cry all night. So Jiang Lingyan thought, she might as well make a small belly pocket.

I haven't done needlework for a long time, and I used to make a purse for Jun Hao, even if I stayed up late, I was happy. But now she can't, she always sews for a while, and then she feels dizzy. I had to stop and rest.

It's because I'm old, otherwise I won't be able to use my energy. Looking at the rhombic mirror, Jiang Lingyan carefully found that there was an obvious white hair on her forehead. How can there be gray hair, every time she combs her hair in the morning, she is extremely careful.

What's even more terrifying is that before she can touch the white hair, the gray hair falls out. Looking at the white hair in her palm, Jiang Lingyan seemed to see her future. If she has no heirs, she will inevitably be martyred. She's only twenty-one years old.

It wasn't until one day later that Jiang Lingyan realized why she always felt tired. Since the day she entered the palace at the age of eighteen, she has been calculating every step. When to get the emperor's favor, when to always maintain a beautiful face. Deal with those, the concubines in the harem.

Four years passed, and quietly slipped away by Jiang Lingyan's side. She looked carefully at the footprints in the mirror, even if it was a smooth face, it could not withstand the erosion of time. The fine makeup every day can't be exchanged for a look back at Jun Hao.

For example, this spring ploughing ceremony, how could he take Wanning away and not bring himself. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she felt, and her hands couldn't help but tremble a little. When I was in Yuchi before, I only blamed myself for being too soft-hearted towards Wanning. When Wanning returned this time, she would definitely not do this.

"Chen Cairen has arrived-" A maid reported that it was Chen Xueying who came. According to Jun Hao's instructions before leaving, Chen Xueying was sealed as a "talent". Then wait for the arrival of Jun Hao, and then re-canonize. Jiang Lingyan looked at the sleeping Qingluan and had a better idea.

Naturally, Jiang Lingyan couldn't get Wanning's arrival, and it would be too late to do it at that time. It's better to take advantage of this time to pretend to be Chen Xueying's hand and let Qingluan suffer a little grievance temporarily. At this moment, Chen Xueying slowly walked in.

If it is said that Chen Xueying's demeanor is not diminished today, it naturally relies on that better disguise technique. But Jiang Lingyan could still see that Chen Xueying's face was haggard. "Wow-" Qingluan suddenly woke up crying, and Jiang Lingyan hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her in her arms.

"This child is always dishonest when he sleeps," Jiang Lingyan comforted Qingluan while deliberately reminding, "It's a pity that I'm not in good health these days, otherwise I'd have finished my belly pocket early, so that she can wear it so that she won't get cold...... The red belly pocket on the table looks very exquisite.

The sunset in the afternoon will give full play to its afterglow. The shadow of the sun on the railing is getting longer and longer. It was easy to coax Qingluan to sleep, and Jiang Lingyan slowly said to Chen Xueying: "I heard that my sister is a good worker, it is better to sew this belly pocket for the palace, so that Qingluan can wear it earlier." ”

At this time, the room was quiet, and Jiang Lingyan saw that Chen Xueying had already sat down. Slowly picked up the needle and thread, and sewed the last point with great seriousness. The sunset reflected on Chen Xueying's body, as if it was the scene in Jinxiang Palace back then, comfortable and sweet.

It's been five years, and I remember that Chen Xueying was a nobleman at that time. When she lived in Jinxiang Palace, Jun Hao often went there to chat with her. Tea, chess, laughter. Occasionally passing by Jinxiang Palace, you will always hear the laughter coming from inside.

It's just that since Wanning entered the palace, Jinxiang Palace has gradually become cold. But Jiang Lingyan will never forget the days when Chen Xueying and Jun Hao were together. When she was in Yuchi, she used Gu poison to control Chen Xueying and wanted her to fend for herself. However, Chen Xueying's strong survival made Jiang Lingyan afraid.

Now that Chen Xueying and Wanning are standing together again, Jiang Lingyan is even more afraid that they will denounce themselves. Rather than that, it's better to start early. "My sister's needlework is really good," Jiang Lingyan praised with a smile while holding her belly pocket in her hand.

The bright red satin was as smooth as milk, and a luan bird embroidered on the belly pocket flew high in the air. happened to match Qingluan's name, Jiang Lingyan saw Chen Xueying but was as indifferent as water. I don't dare to show it, she put away her belly pocket and put it on the bed.

After Qingluan ate in the evening, she was hugged by Jiang Lingyan and took a bath. That little belly pocket, worn on Qingluan's body, looked very festive. At this time, Chu Yunhong also came to see Qingluan, and couldn't help but praise the workmanship on the belly pocket.

Suddenly, Qingluan cried well. Jiang Lingyan coaxed for a long time, but there was no effect. It wasn't until he pulled out an embroidery needle from the lining of his belly pocket that Qingluan stopped crying. The small embroidery needle was forgotten in the belly pocket, and Qingluan was pierced and cried.

"Chen Cairen, Chen Xueying!" Jiang Lingyan took the embroidery needle and glared at her angrily, "You framed Qingluan first, what do you have to say?" Listening to Jiang Lingyan indiscriminately accusing herself, Chen Xueying realized that she had been framed by Jiang Lingyan in the afternoon.

The embroidery needle must have been put in by Jiang Lingyan. Maybe she deliberately framed herself, but now there is no evidence, what should Chen Xueying do. Wan Ning and He Yu were not around, and she was sweating profusely. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of Chu Yunhong standing aside.

I remember that half a month ago, when Jun Hao left the palace, Chu Yunhong still called himself "mother". It's better to give it a try, maybe it works. Who knew when she held on to hope and begged Chu Yunhong. But I heard Chu Yunhong say so coldly: "The evidence is conclusive, what can I do?" ”

When Chen Xueying heard this, she was completely blindsided. How can the so-called mother-son relationship at the beginning be fake? At that moment, she realized that she was just a pawn of Wanning and He Yu. They used themselves to deal with Jiang Lingyan.

It's raining, and it's raining. Hit in the pond, swinging in circles and ripples. Chen Xueying collapsed to the ground, as if everyone was laughing at her. Laugh at her weakness and cowardice, she must not be angry. The Gu poison was at work in her body, making her tremble.

At this moment, Lianyi, who had a neat body, stumbled into the house. stepped forward to look at Qingluan, who was pricked by needles, and was furious for a while, and slapped Chen Xueying twice: "I've only been gone for a few days, why is Luan'er being bullied like this?" ”

Jiang Lingyan's sneer, Lianyi's accusation, Chu Yunhong's ignorance, and He Yu's pretense to flatter. Constantly haunting in his mind, Gu poison constantly erodes every inch of his internal organs. Chen Xueying, Chen Shaoping, she gradually lost consciousness, and her eyes blurred.