The snowflakes were blowing, and it was another sleepless night. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info February nights, slightly chilly. The mist on the surface of the lake is scattered between heaven and earth. Even the cold moon in the sky became quite secretive at this moment. Looking at each other from afar, it seems that you can see the far eastern foothills.

People in the world often say that thousands of miles are a thousand miles together. But in Wan Ning's opinion, she couldn't see the magnificent palace wall. Since I was far away from Kyoto, I came here in Kaneju. She often leans on the building and looks alone, longing to see familiar people passing by.

How could it be, she laughed at herself helplessly. Jiangzhou is thousands of miles away from Kyoto, how can there be familiar people. Even the people of Yuchi are hundreds of miles apart. Jiangzhou is pure, but Wanning always feels that something is missing. For example, today is the third day of February, and tomorrow is Qingluan's birthday.

She remembered very clearly the day Qingluan was born. Duanmu Kang died of illness in Jiangzhou, so Wan Ning thought about it. Wait until tomorrow to pay homage to Duanmu Kang, and then tell him in the other world that Qingluan and Xianyun live very happily.

"Ah Ning, it's time to change the dressing," Xiao Yihan took a basin of hot water, and then put the herbs away, while helping Wan Ning to sit back on the soft couch, stroking her cold little hands, and said with pity, "Although it is spring, it is colder in the morning and evening, and your body is not very good......

Hearing Xiao Yihan care about himself so much, Wanning was only moved. It seems that in addition to being moved, there is no longer the feeling of longing that I had back then. She could vaguely see that Xiao Yihan was applying herbs to the white silk, and then baking it on the stove before applying it to her eyes.

At first, I didn't feel anything, but after a while, I felt that my eyes were burning with pain. Wan Ning endured the pain and clutched her sleeves tightly. But inadvertently, I touched a pair of warm big hands. "Jun Hao? I knew you wouldn't leave me! Wanning was overjoyed.

I still remember the day I left Kyoto at the end of the first month, and the snow was hazy. Occasionally, the sun shines through the clouds, and you can still see the palace with red walls and green tiles. Wan Ning waited for a long time, looking in the direction of Zhengyang Palace. But she never waited for that familiar person, and she was completely heartbroken.

Sure enough, power is in Jun Hao's heart, more than his own status. She should have known it early on, since she returned to China. The relationship between her and Jun Hao gradually became strange. Although I still make tea and pour water every day, I always feel that there is an extra crack.

Suspicion, jealousy, wandering left and right. Let Wanning's thoughts about Jun Hao become more and more elusive. Those who have passed away will only sit down and experience them in their leisure time. The days passed as fast as flowing water, but I could no longer find the warmth I had at the beginning.

Tears gradually filled his eyes, soaking the herbs on his eyes. The faint aroma of herbs spread out in all directions, remaining between the graceful eyes, and it was a faint coolness. It's like the moon in the sky, and it can't be hot. But fortunately, at this time, Jun Hao is accompanying him.

But soon, Wan Ning noticed that the hands were trembling slightly. Her heart was also like a needle prick: "Xiao Lang? I'm sorry, I'm sorry - Shicai, Shicai, I didn't say anything, Xiao Lang, don't take it to heart. I'm just, just ......"

"Yuan Yibin said that you can't shed tears during treatment," Xiao Yihan forcibly suppressed the pain in his heart, and turned to gently wipe away the teardrops that remained on his cheeks. He didn't say anything, just helped Wanning to lie down slowly. Then he quietly stepped aside and guarded her.

Looking at the twilight sky from afar, Xiao Yihan sighed unconsciously. No matter what, Ah Ning finally saved her life. At the beginning, the holy decree said that Xiao Yihan wanted to be the county governor of Jiangzhou. In fact, it gave Wanning a way to live, and what happens in the future has nothing to do with him and Ah Ning.

Swifts fly low, and the clouds are miserable. The willows spit out buds, and the river is green. The grass is far away, but there is nothing up close. The plants and trees that have accumulated for a winter are growing hard with the south wind at this moment. After all, I want to tell nature that the footsteps of spring are coming.

A few fireworks, quietly blooming in the air. A moment of splendor is like a short life. Singing all over the funeral, freehand early spring. Push open the window and you can see the smoky willow color. The twigs chirped, as if the shadow of the last winter had faded.

Before coming, Xiao Yihan was deliberately in the backyard of the mansion. A large bush of gardenias was planted, and now after a few spring rains. Gardenias are also slowly accumulating, and then starting a new life. Wan Ning squatted down and gently stroked those little buds, with endless love.

I just don't know, what happened to the gardenia in Zhengyang Palace. Probably Xianyun will take care of it, Wanning comforted herself while trying not to think about that person. But things turned out to be at this time, pushing her into the whirlpool again.

"Shu and Donglu have set a date for the launch, just in mid-April, the news from Kyoto," Xiao Yihan took the letterhead in his hand and said word by word. He said it very clearly, just so that Wanning could hear it clearly and clearly.

He could see Wanning's brow furrowed slightly. But soon, he flattened the corners of his eyebrows: "I really hope that my eyes will get better soon, so that I can see the gardenia blooming!" She smiled and spoke, but to Xiao Yihan's ears, she was so reluctant.

So the next piece of news, shouldn't Wanning know? Xiao Yihan had already planned to start a war between the two countries in April. Then he went to Chen Guo to rescue Jiang Lingyan, and took her to Jiangzhou with her, and released her suspicions with Wan Ningbing.

He wanted to say it, but he thought about Liang Yuzhen's words. Xiao Yihan still stopped: "I will cure your eyes, believe me." "Xiao Lang, is there, what else do you have to say?" Although Wan Ning couldn't see it, she could still hear Xiao Yihan's heart.

The dew condenses into frost on a cold morning. The season when it is warm and cold is the most difficult. Xiao Yihan shook his head lightly, and then put on a cloak for Wanning: "When the weather is warmer, let's go to Yuchi's house and take a look at those old friends, okay?" ”

"Really?" Wan Ning's mood was still low, but when she heard the news that she was going to Yuchi, she immediately became cheerful. Now that she has lived in Jiangzhou for less than a month, Wanning feels bored. It's just because there's nothing to do, and there's one less person around.

The clouds and the wind are clear, and the sheng songs are scattered. In the end, she has hallucinations, and at night, Wanning always can't sleep well. Especially at dusk, she always thinks about boiling rice wine. When she got up and pushed the door open, she couldn't see the Zhengyang Hall for a moment, and she felt a lot of loss in her heart.

This is Jiangzhou, not the Zhengyangden of Kyoto. Wan Ning was a little sullen for a while, not knowing if Jun Hao was prepared for war against Shu. and Xianyun and Qingluan, how do they live in the palace. Is that butterfly friend or foe, why did she still communicate with Zuo Xiang and go to Zhengyang Palace?

When she thought of this, Wan Ning smiled unconsciously. These things have nothing to do with her for a long time, do they? What are you still thinking about? "Be careful," Wan Ning nearly slipped as she turned around. Fortunately, Xiao Yihan supported her in time, which moved her slightly.

Outside the window, a spring rain was fluttering. Wan Ning stood in front of Duanmu Kang's grave and burned a stack of paper money. Watching the wind slowly blow the paper money away, she told Duanmu Kang about the situation of Xianyun and Qingluan. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief, at least it could be regarded as care for Xianyun.

The fourth day of February, late winter and early spring. The sky was blue with white clouds. The south wind blew, stirring the flowers and trees in the palace. The bush of gardenias under the eaves of the corridor of Zhengyang Hall gradually woke up under the blowing of the spring breeze. Listen to the sound of flowers blooming.

Next to the Jiuqu Bridge at the palace garden, the willow embankment. A pool of green weeds ripples and clear waves, revealing the fragrance of spring. The swing under the flower vine trellis is a joyful memory of childhood sweethearts. That year, Mu Qingluan was thirteen years old. Standing under the gardenia, you can see the laughter of the past.

Stopping at the end of the trail, Qingluan was wearing a lotus lotus pigmented gauze dress and a peach-colored shawl on her arm. Dancing like a picturesque beauty, lotus steps lightly came to this meadow. Today is Qingluan's birthday, and she is nine years old.

Looking back, unconsciously, Qingluan has been living in the palace for nine years. For as long as she can remember, she has been following Aunt Lian and learning all kinds of court etiquette. However, with the arrival of Chu Yunzhao, her life began to become bright.

Follow Chu Yunzhao to read and read and play games together. It is the happiest day of Qingluan, and this is also a life that a maid has never enjoyed. It's just because of Chu Junhao's promise to Wanning back then: he would let Mu Qingluan grow up carefree in the palace.

"I'll take you out of the palace tomorrow," Chu Yunzhao knew Qingluan's thoughts, and stayed in the palace all day long, without any interest. Qingluan said a long time ago that it would be best if he could go out of the palace. Chu Yunzhao remembered this sentence, so he specially asked his mother Liang Yuzhen.

Leaving the palace is the best birthday gift for Qingluan. She clapped her hands happily: "It's still the little prince who loves me the most!" So where are we going? "You can go wherever you want," Chu Yunzhao looked at Qingluan's smiling eyebrows and swore an oath.

But seeing Qingluan tilting his head, he thought for a while and said, "I haven't gone out again, so naturally I don't know...... Little prince, where you say it's fun, let's go anywhere, okay? At this moment, Qingluan's heart had flown out of the palace and into the world of freedom.

The wind blew slightly, blowing Qingluan's green silk a little messy. Chu Yunzhao stretched out his hand and gently hung the green silk behind his ear for Qingluan. He looked at the girl, who was three years younger than him, and her eyes were bright and clear, as if they were the color of a lake.

On the swing frame, there is the laughter of Qingluan silver bells. The shawl on the crook of her arm fluttered with the dark fragrance. Mixed with a warmth, Chu Yunzhao's little heart had already begun to wake up slowly. At that time, he had already decided that he would always accompany Qingluan.

It's just that no one would have thought that day two years later. With the return of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Mu Qingluan was transferred to Zhengyang Hall as the maid in front of the palace. Chu Yunzhao suddenly realized that his idea was a bit out of reality, it turned out that he had always had illusions.

When he was assigned to fight in Jiangzhou, he could only have this thought. What he didn't know was that it was as if it was a story. A story called "The Imperial Maid", so the gears of fate began to turn, leaving him powerless to fight.

Especially in the face of this emotion, he has a heart-to-heart relationship with Qingluan. But he was under pressure from within the court: Aunt Lian or Aunt Yan. The so-called supremacy of power left him with no way for a while.

If he knew, Qingluan existed to serve the prince in the future. How could he be close to Qingluan. How could it be, tempted by Qingluan. The wind blows, and the petals of the gardenia flutter one after another. Falling to the ground, it seems to sigh the fate of the year.

When I woke up on the fifth watch in the morning, the sky was still only slightly white. There are two small figures at the Xihua Gate, who have already left the palace. It was still her mother Liang Yuzhen who had a way to secretly dredge the palace gate guards. Chu Yunzhao was deeply glad that he had recognized such a mother, and he felt extremely happy.

A carriage was waiting at the door, and Chu Yunzhao took Qingluan's hand and got into the carriage. In the blink of an eye, the carriage had driven out of the imperial city and arrived at Nagato Street. This area is the most prosperous and lively, and according to Chu Yunzhao, there is a silk cloth village here, and the satin in it is even better than that in the palace.

"Whatever you want, take your pick!" Chu Yunzhao waved his hand, as if he was very generous. Looking at the colorful fabric in front of him, Qingluan's eyes were simply not enough. She looked left and right, whether this or that, and she didn't know which one to pick for a while.

When she reached out and stroked the piece of white material in front of her. A boss stepped forward and said with a smile: "This is the silkworm brocade of the Western Regions, delicate and silky." The girl really has good eyesight! "Isn't the Western Regions destroyed?" Chu Yunzhao asked suspiciously.

"But there are always merchants from the Western Regions," the boss explained, "and the remnants of the Western Regions now belong to the Jiangzhou Governorate, and they always have to do some business to support their families." "Yes, the Western Regions have been destroyed. But I heard that there are still a lot of remnants, and now they have started business in the east.

Seeing that Qingluan couldn't put it down, Chu Yunzhao asked the boss: "How much silver?" I bought it! "One hundred taels of silver," the boss saw that Chu Yunzhao was wearing a gorgeous black robe, and knew that he was a noble son. deliberately shouted the price.

"What? A hundred taels? Qingluan immediately asked in a loud voice, "Just this piece of fabric, it costs a hundred taels?" You're a fool, aren't you? Brother Zhao, let's go! "My fabric is naturally valuable when it is warm in winter and cool in summer," the boss said confidently.

Chu Yunzhao stepped forward again and stroked the piece of fabric. So he took out a hundred taels of silver tickets from between his sleeves. He handed it to the boss: "I bought it, the boss will wrap it up." Watching the boss wrap this piece of fabric, Qingluan was a little unhappy: "Aren't you stupid?" Spend so much money just for a piece of fabric? ”

"Just think of it as a birthday gift for you," Chu Yunzhao said with a smile, "Seeing that you like this piece of material, let the Clothing Bureau make you a dress when you return to the palace." I said, as long as you're happy. Hearing Chu Yunzhao's words, Qingluan finally felt that something was wrong.

But when she held the fabric, she still couldn't hide the joy in her heart. For some reason, when I saw this piece of material. Qingluan always had a familiar feeling, which she didn't know at that time. My hometown is the Western Regions, and I am familiar with nature.

It's just about this piece of fabric, but it has caused a lot of turmoil. So much so that she almost lost her life, but fortunately, Chu Yunzhao rescued her in time. However, Qingluan's life experience was slowly revealed, which made her gradually estranged from Chu Yunzhao and Donglu.

The small vendors on the side of the road shouted loudly and in a long and friendly voice. At noon, a layer of morning glow gradually rose, and the red sprinkled red to the heavens and the earth. "Hungry, aren't you?" Chu Yunzhao took Qingluan to a wonton stall and asked for two small bowls of wontons.

Hot ravioli, on a slightly chilly spring day. There is quite a warmth, and Qingluan is eating wontons for the first time. She took the small spoon and was anxious to scoop it up and put it in her mouth. But it was burned, and the pain made her open her mouth and breathe, and she kept fanning her mouth.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you," Chu Yunzhao said with a smile as he scooped a wonton with a small spoon and blew it on the side of his mouth. Then he handed it to Qingluan's lips and said, "Eat it slowly like this, and it won't be hot......

Mixed with the chaos of the soup, it melts in the mouth. For the first time, Qingluan felt that there were folk snacks that were even better than the food cooked by the imperial chef in the palace. So she also followed Chu Yunzhao's example and slowly chewed this delicacy.

The glow meanders and spreads around every corner. One day many years later, when Qingluan came to this wonton shop again. When I sat in front of the vendors, I couldn't find the feeling I had back then. It can only be regarded as a memory and remain in a corner of memory.