The peach blossoms in March are blooming, and the peach blossoms are scorching. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info looked from afar, a pink cloud. The long deep path shrouded in the palace is like a thin dream. After a drizzle, the petals are dotted with a few drops of crystal dew.

On this day, there was nothing to do, so I took a leisurely walk along the path under the eaves. Since Qingluan passed the confinement, the original has become much quieter. Qingluan, who is now three months old, can already smile at herself. A pair of bright eyes, revealing cleverness.

Maybe it's fate, maybe it's a child's nature. Every afternoon, Chu Yunhong would always come to Zhengyang Palace. Or hold a rattle, or hold a jade pendant. Talking to Qingluan made Qingluan smile slightly. Even though Qingluan couldn't understand it, it was really happy to watch.

At that time, how could Xianyun have imagined that there was a constant relationship between her daughter Qingluan and Chu Yunhong. also followed in the footsteps of Wanning and became a maid in front of the palace. The other maids in the Zhengyang Hall never walked out of the deep palace half a step after that.

Originally, Xianyun was thinking about waiting until Qingluan was ten years old. took Qingluan to Zhenyuan County, a border pass, to find her father. It's just that what Xianyun didn't expect was that on the day Qingluan was born, Duanmu Kang had already died of illness.

When I was walking that day, I occasionally walked to the hall of Zhengyang Hall. Xianyun thought about it, Wanning had been gone for many days. The hall should be very messy, Xianyun out of kindness, so he walked over lightly to clean up. Inadvertently, my finger touched a letterhead.

It's pressed under the book, so I think it's a relatively important letterhead. Xianyun thought, it should not be cleaned up. For some reason, this letter in my hand. always felt that something was wrong, "Liu Ziyu on the border," the seven words made Xianyun's heart shock.

Yes, when Duanmu Rong left Kyoto. Liu Ziyu also resigned from the official in Kyoto and followed Duanmu Rong to Zhenyuan. Duanmu Kang is also far away from the town, could it be that the two of them have already met. This letter was written by Liu Ziyu, and there should be news from Duanmu Kang.

The trembling hands can't resist the thoughts in their hearts. Xianyun slowly pulled out the letterhead and unfolded the paper full of handwriting. Looking at Liu Ziyu's beautiful and clean font, Xianyun became more and more eager to mention a few words about Duanmu Kang.

"Chengduan Mukang of Zhenyuan County died of illness, and I would like to ask the emperor for his will-" Finally, Xianyun saw these two paragraphs of text on the last line. Did you see it wrong, Xianyun still didn't believe it. She looked at the text again: "Duanmu Kang is sick." ”

Duanmu Kang, died of illness. How is it possible, how can Xianyun not know any news at all. It's been three months, so to speak. As the surviving person of Duanmu Kang, he should also get a notice from the imperial court. Could it be, could it be that the emperor was deliberately concealing it.

But what is he hiding, it is because Duanmu Kang is a usurper. Did he deserve it, or did he simply disdain to talk about himself? Xianyun's hand holding the envelope trembled a little. When the wind blew, the paper fell to the ground, and the place was desolate.

It's raining, and the spring rain in March is continuous. Wet the peach blossoms outside the window, as if it was a dream. Through the window, Xianyun seemed to see the smiling Duanmu Kang. He stood under the peach blossom tree and stretched out his hand to greet Xianyun, so familiar.

The afternoon rain gradually dissipated, and the sunset after dusk came out again. Render everything in the world into a piece of gold. Even the budding peach blossoms are painted a faint yellow. Occasionally, the sound of peach blossoms sighing slightly can be heard.

How did you come out of the Zhengyang Palace? Xianyun didn't know, she only felt numb. The brain is blank, how could her husband Duanmu Kang die of illness. At the beginning, she said that she would meet Duanmu Kang after ten years.

Is it Chu Junhao's secret tricks, he is afraid that Duanmu Kang will raise troops in Zhenyuan, so he will strike first. Such a thought suddenly flashed through Xianyun's mind. Otherwise, how could it be so long without telling yourself. Even Wanning never talked about it.

For some reason, the thought grew stronger. Xianyun clenched the letter tightly, and then quietly put it away. She had to wait for Chu Junhao to return to the palace, and then question him personally. It's really funny, as the king of a country, it is very simple for him to execute a person, how can he say it to himself.

Then ask Wanning, after all, she is her master and her best sister. She should tell herself the truth, Xianyun thought. But she soon dismissed the idea. Wan Ning is on Chu Junhao's side, if you want to say it, you would have said it a long time ago.

Or is it because there is a last resort. Xianyun's mind was chaotic at the moment, and suddenly, her eyes caught a glimpse of the words "Liu Ziyu". Since this letter was written by Liu Ziyu, then ask Liu Ziyu, he will definitely know.

No, no, still no. Although Liu Ziyu resigned and left Kyoto, he was loyal to Chu Junhao in the end. Even if it was true, Liu Ziyu would not say it. What should I do, Xianyun patted his head. But I heard Qingluan's cry from the house.

"Luan'er doesn't cry," Xianyun kept coaxing her daughter with her arms around her, probably hearing the news of her father's death. Qingluan felt something at this time, and Xianyun didn't feel extremely sad in her heart. She suddenly felt that there was not even a person in the palace that she trusted.

They have some kind of right, and they also have the benefits they deserve. refused to tell himself the truth, Duanmu Kang was good. How could it be "sick"? Did the palace give an autopsy, and where was Duanmu Kang buried. For all these questions, Xianyun is confused.

She even hoped that she would fly away from town at this moment. She wants to see Duanmu Kang's corpse with her own eyes, and she is not relieved. Well, let's leave the palace and go to town. She made up her mind and began to pack up her salute.

"Aunt Yun!" It was Chu Yunhong's voice, but seeing that he was wearing a blue shirt, he poked his little head and looked here. Then he jumped up and down in front of Xianyun, holding a peach blossom that had not yet bloomed. Prepare to give it to Qingluan and make Qingluan happy.

Chu Yunhong walked to Qingluan's side lightly and saw Qingluan who was asleep. Unconsciously turned around and inserted the peach blossoms in the bottle. Only then did I notice that Xianyun's eyes were red and swollen from crying. Yun Hong hurriedly asked why, in his opinion, Aunt Yun had never been sad.

"The sand has entered the eyes," Xianyun hurriedly tested his eyes, before he smiled reluctantly, "Thank you for Luan'er...... I'm going to be away for a while, so Luan'er, I'll leave it to you to take care of. When she said this, she suddenly felt a little presumptuous.

After all, Yun Hong is a prince, how can he take care of the daughter of a slave. Unexpectedly, Yun Hong readily agreed, he patted his chest and nodded firmly: "Aunt Yun, don't worry!" Hong'er is sure to complete the task! His serious appearance amused Xianyun.

The morning fog was a little cold, and even the branches on both sides of the road were covered with a thin layer of frost. When the carriage traveled for five days, it finally came to the palace of Daqingshan. Wan Ning couldn't help it, and vomited as soon as she got off the carriage.

Since last night, Wan Ning has felt uncomfortable. My head was dizzy, and my stomach was uncomfortable. A little rice porridge I ate at night, and I vomited it all out. Even between his eyes, there were tears. Up and down, sore and weak.

Jun Hao, who then got off the carriage, gently stroked Wanning's back. Then he brought a silk handkerchief with concern and wiped his lips for Wanning. Immediately after, another cup of tea was handed over. It's just that Wanning vomited a lot at this time, where can she care about drinking tea.

Jun Hao gently slapped Wanning's back, and then kept wiping the sweat from her forehead. I don't know how long it took for Wan Ning to feel a little better. She grabbed Jun Hao's hand, and then slowly stood up, her mind gradually clear.

At this time, Wang Lianying had already moved two small stools, and together with Jun Hao, she helped Wanning to sit down slowly. Watching Wanning slowly calm down, Jun Hao handed over a cup of tea: "Rinse your mouth, maybe it will feel better." The plain words sounded very warm to Wanning.

After rinsing her mouth, Wan Ning took another cup of tea and drank it slowly. I just felt that there was a smell of tea in my mouth, and the fragrance was fragrant. Looking at Wanning's improved look, Jun Hao also relieved his heart. He pointed to the small cornices in the distance and said, "That's the palace." ”

Every triennial spring ploughing ceremony, the emperors of the past dynasties will stay here. Therefore, during the Gaozu period, this temple was built. As you climb the stairs, you can see the buds of the mulberry trees blooming on both sides. Now it is late spring, and the mulberry leaves are very fresh.

Turn a small stream and you will see the plaque of the palace: "Luosang Palace". Naturally, the meaning of these three words is also the name of the mulberry trees on both sides, which should imply a good harvest in the coming year. Crossing the palace gates, you can see many cloisters.

These cloisters divide the temples one by one. There is a pool of spring water in the middle, and the small rockery at the pool is quite meaningful. Walk along the corridor to the east, and then pass through a cave moon gate, and you will see the main hall. The four big words of "diligent and diligent agriculture" splashed out of ink.

Because he was thinking of Wan Ning's body, Jun Hao took Wan Ning first and went to the room in the inner garden to rest. It is a small and delicate bedroom, and even the door is hung with beautiful tassels. When the wind blows, the bells on the tassels ring.

According to legend, this room was originally built by Emperor Gaozu for his beloved Xu Guifei. It's just that after a long time, it will naturally be abandoned. Last winter, they decided to come here, so they sent someone to renovate it. Pushing open the door, Wanning could see the blooming gardenias.

The gardenia on the windowsill blooms quietly. On the table, there is a small three-legged incense burner. The furnace exudes an elegant fragrance of gardenias, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are filled in this sweetness. A small bookshelf with a few ancient poetry collections.

Seeing such an arrangement, Wanning's heart was overjoyed. It's as if she saw the appearance of Zhengyang Palace, as well as her favorite gardenia. Unconsciously she slowly approached the table, stretched out her hand and slowly stroked these carefully prepared brushstrokes, and her heart was grateful.

"Do you still like it?" Jun Hao's voice echoed in her ears. Wan Ning, who was immersed in joy, nodded again and again: "It's just been a few days out, and the emperor ......is so attentive to Ning Er" Although it was a small complaint, it was full of sweet joy.

The night slowly sank into the mountains with the setting sun. The last touch of afterglow is also in the mountains of Daqing Mountain, dyed with some gray and yellow marks. After a short rest, Wan Ning Fang felt a little refreshed. She boiled rice wine as usual and brought it to Jun Hao's room.

In order to facilitate the care of Jun Hao, Wan Ning's room is next door to Jun Hao. As long as you open the window, you can see Jun Hao sitting at the desk reading. Because of this matter, Wan Ning was secretly happy in her heart for a long time. It would be nice if it was arranged like this in the palace.

"Rest early, I'm tired of the day," Jun Hao looked at Wanning standing next to him, and said unconsciously with concern, "I have to get up five watches tomorrow." "This is the rule of the ceremony, the first day of the ceremony. It was to gather the water of the valley and bathe the emperor in fasting.

Wait until the next day, when the ceremony begins. Therefore, generally speaking, the stream water on the fifth watch day is the purest. Wanning's task is to go to the mountains and collect water from the stream. Then I have to collect some wild vegetables and ask Jun Hao to eat, which means "sharing suffering with the people".

Before leaving the palace, Wang Lianying told Wanning. In order to arrange this ceremony, Wanning must do every step carefully. It doesn't matter if she's tired, she just wants to make a good impression on Jun Hao. Let Jun Hao only remember her good, and only remember her alone.

Listening to Jun Hao's words, Wanning smiled: "After leaving the palace, the emperor is going to relax." All the way here, you should go to bed early. She said as she moved to make the bed. Light the incense and put down the veil.

Wanning has been doing these tasks every day, but now that she has left the palace, she feels a little different. The beds here seem to be closer to the country houses, and you can open the window and look out. It is a large field that needs to be cultivated, and it is simple and makes people feel more intimate.

Just as she was about to finish making the bed, she was gently grabbed by Jun Hao's big hands. A warm breath filled Wanning's body. Jun Hao had never treated himself like this before, just a look and a word of concern.

Now that she was suddenly hugged by Jun Hao like this, Wan Ning felt uncomfortable. She wanted to break free, but Jun Hao hugged her tighter. "Your Majesty, don't be like this," Wanning said in a low voice, "If you let the princess see it, it will be really bad......"

Somehow, Wan Ning's voice became smaller and smaller. She only felt the roots of her ears, and the heat from Jun Hao's exhalation became hotter and hotter. She heard Jun Hao talking close to her ear: "Ning'er seems to be very afraid of me......

This sentence sounded a little light to me. She was wrapped in Jun Hao's arms, and she kept her head down and didn't dare to look at him. Isn't this what Wanning has been looking forward to, why is there some resistance now. Is it because he is afraid that he will be found out about assassinating the show girl into the palace?

Or is it because what he and Jiang Lingyan, He Yu and Xianyun did, including the use of Chu Yunhong, had already been penetrated by Jun Hao. Wanning's heart was very chaotic at this time, so she naturally didn't dare to raise her head. When Jun Hao slowly let go of Wan Ning, Wan Ning suddenly felt soft.

"In that case, you go and rest," Jun Hao raised his hands behind his back, and his words were a little cold as he stood under the window. It's like I'm myself, provoking Jun Hao. This was not what Wanning meant, she swallowed, and then tried not to think about it.

When she stood beside Jun Hao, she could see the moment when the moonlight flowed. Every inch of trace is carving every memory. "Ning Er changes clothes for the emperor-" Wan Ning raised her head, looking at Jun Hao's eyes, revealing a sense of relief and happiness.