In the Duanyang season, mugwort leaves are fragrant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info colorful spikes are hung in the palace pavilion, dyed with a piece of green smoke. The twilight rain is bleak, sweeping away the summer heat. The corridor of the water pavilion is filled with wisps of fragrance. There was a muffled thunder in mid-air, ringing half of the sky. Then the clear sky suddenly became dark.

Originally, because Chu Junhao was seriously ill in the palace, he no longer planned to prepare for the Duanyang Festival. However, in order to dispel the doubts of the palace people, Wanning still prepared embroidered spring sacs, mugwort leaves, zongzi, colored ears and other things in accordance with the palace rules of the past. At night, there are also colorful palace lanterns and quizzes.

All of a sudden, the tense atmosphere inside and outside the palace dissipated. Everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of the Duanyang Festival, and did not think about the upcoming changes in the court. At this time, Wan Ning in the warm pavilion had already gotten the news. The crown prince Chu Yunhong has already come to the Kyoto post station with Wang Qibo.

For the sake of safety, Wan Ning did not rush to let Chu Yunhong enter the palace. lest it be seen by the palace people, and all kinds of speculations will arise. She simply set up the venue for this Duanyang Festival, and waited until the sky was about to darken. At the beginning of the banquet in the palace, let Chu Yunhong enter the palace.

No one will see it, and no one will gossip. After all, when Chu Yunhong returned to China, no one knew about it except for himself. Wanning waited until it got dark. went to greet Chu Yunhong again, Liang Yuzhen was in charge of the banquet, and he could see Chu Yunhong with peace of mind.

"Girl, the prince is back!" I don't know how long it took, Wan Ning finally heard this voice. Her heart trembled suddenly, and she hurried forward to greet her. But Chu Yunhong, who came later, grabbed his wrist: "Aunt Yan! Hong'er is back, Hong'er is back-"

Yes, this voice is Chu Yunhong's right. From the first time she saw Chu Yunhong, Wan Ning was closely tied to Chu Yunhong's fate. No matter what Wan Ning thought at the beginning, she was thinking of Chu Yunhong after all. Hearing Chu Yunhong's voice, Wanning's tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Okay, good, good, just come back," Wan Ning held Chu Yunhong's hand with her backhand, and then looked at him carefully, although it was a vague outline, she could still see that Chu Yunhong had grown a lot taller. Wan Ning was very pleased, it was correct to nominate Chu Yunhong as the crown prince at the beginning.

A cup of tea tells the story of the past. Wanning caressed Chu Yunhong's hand lovingly, how many times sighed the reincarnation of fate. Chu Yunhong's appearance is the same as that of his father, Emperor Chu Junhao. is a boy who doesn't talk much, but he has more of a deep aura than his father.

"Compared to when she just left the palace, Aunt Yan seems to be even more haggard," Chu Yunhong looked at Wan Ning's pale face and dull eyes, even though he knew something about Wan Ning's blurred eyes. But he didn't expect that his Aunt Yan would be so vicissitudes.

He gently stroked Wanning's hand and smiled slightly: "Hong'er is back, Aunt Yan should have a good rest." I will find the best imperial doctor to treat my aunt's eyes......" The same words echoed in my ears again. Wan Ning seemed to feel that Chu Junhao was by her side.

"Today is the Duanyang Festival, the prince is back again, Miss Yan should be happy," Xianyun on the side saw this, and unconsciously stepped forward to comfort him. As she spoke, she brought Chu Yunhong a bowl of rice wine and said, "Miss Yan knows that His Highness likes to drink rice wine, so she specially boiled it for His Highness." ”

The fragrance of rice wine came, which made Chu Yunhong miss it very much. When I was in Shu, I spent most of the year either drinking mutton soup or eating rice. The taste of rice wine became stronger and stronger for him. Now that I have returned to the palace, I can finally drink rice wine, and I am really happy.

The smooth rice wine in the mouth moistens the lips and teeth. Chu Yunhong, like his father, likes rice wine so strongly. In particular, the rice wine is fragrant and delicious. How many years have passed, Chu Yunhong still misses this taste and will never forget it.

The more things I want to forget, the more I engrave them in my mind, and they always linger. Just like the gardenia under the spring breeze, it is born with the spring breeze and dies with the spring rain. White as jade, white as snow. Things in the world are always unpredictable.

When Wan Ning took Chu Yunhong to Zhengyang Palace, her heart almost collapsed. Behind the couch was her favorite man. She can forget the harm Jiang Lingyan brought to herself, and she can forget the pain of losing her parents, but she will not forget this man named Chu Junhao.

"The only regret in my life is that I didn't see your father," Wan Ning leaned helplessly on the edge of the bed, her eyes were hazy with tears again. She watched Chu Yunhong kneel on the ground and kowtow to Chu Jun. I don't know what to say.

"Hong'er, thank you Aunt Yan," Chu Yunhong said from the bottom of his heart, admiring Wanning's "secret is not mourning". One stopped the rebellion in the court, and the other quietly took him back to the palace. "It's just that I wronged my aunt and got a reputation for using power for personal gain......"

As he spoke, he slowly got up. patted Wanning's shoulder lightly and said in a low voice: "Auntie, don't cry anymore, otherwise your eyes will really not be cured." His comfort made Wanning's heart as sweet as honey. The grievances at that moment suddenly disappeared.

So on the night of the Duanyang Festival, the palace people are celebrating Duanyang. Only Wan Ning and Chu Yunhong, as well as Wang Qibo, Wang Lianying, Xianyun and others, made a detailed plan and edict. It will be more convincing if Chu Yunhong reads it out. With Wang Lianying and Wanning, it will definitely succeed.

Bleak moonlight, cold night. This is the twentieth year that Wan Ning has spent in the palace, since Chu Yunhong became the emperor. Slowly decomposing her rights, she leaned alone on the top of the "Wanshou Palace", looking at the direction of the Zhengyang Hall in a daze.

When she had just left the warm pavilion of Zhengyang Hall and moved to Wanshou Palace, Wanning was really a little uncomfortable. In fact, at that time, Wanning knew better than anyone else. Chu Yunhong sent himself to Wanshou Palace to stay away from the government.

She could have gone to Jiangzhou and guarded Xiao Lang's ashes. However, she did not leave, she sprinkled Xiao Lang's ashes on the land of Jiangzhou. Only a narrow tablet was left for her last thoughts. It can be regarded as Chu Yunhong who pitied her.

When she recalls the past, she realizes her mistake. Throughout her life, she has been influencing the government and winning people's hearts, which is really inappropriate. In the end, she was still a maid. At the beginning, she wanted to be the aunt who assisted Chu Yunhong, but she forgot her identity.

In this life, people must always live for their own selfishness. Whether it is power or desire, it is all the obsession in the heart. What to say about the family, the country, and the society, and what to say about the ethics of the norm. But it's just a child's affection, or a trivial matter. Tie up for a lifetime, entangle for a lifetime.

No one can be so great, and no one can be so noble. All equal beings in the world can't escape their own demons after all. The chess game of fate is already doomed in this life. The cycle of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter is the same root.

"Three days later, the news of the death of my father and emperor was announced," Chu Yunhong's voice was a little sad, "There is a celebrant in charge, and the princess and princess are in charge." The king deployed his forces to prevent anyone from causing trouble. "Your Highness is wise," everyone said, but Wanning's heart was extremely heavy.

If she waits until Chu Junhao is buried, then what is the meaning of her life. Her existence in the palace is equivalent to a withered gardenia. If fate is like this, she will still have to leave after all. Sometimes she often wonders where she really belongs.

The sunset is shining at night, and the cool west wind is lingering. The gardenia blooms safely. In the afternoon dusk, they are dyed with a faint layer of color. Like a yellowed memory, mottled and reflected in the shadow. The wind blows, shaking off the falling flowers of the season.

Many years later, still at the same dusk, Die'er walked to the front of the Zhengyang Hall again. Looking at the blooming gardenias. She doesn't want to be a queen, she just hopes that she can be by Chu Yunhong's side for a long time, and she has nothing else to ask for.

It wasn't until that time that Die'er understood Wanning's thoughts. Why did Wanning choose to stay in the palace for a long time, and why did Wanning go to the court to win people's hearts in exchange for her own army. It turned out that everything Wan Ning did was just to be able to stay in the palace forever and stay by Chu Junhao's side.

The current butterfly is just like Wanning back then. He did a lot of things for Chu Yunhong and eliminated the shackles that hindered the throne. finally looked at Chu Yunhong and ascended the nine-fold pagoda. At that moment, Die'er felt that the grievances she had suffered were worth it.

However, it's just a pity, but it's a pity that Chu Yunhong's sentence was recalled: "For the sake of the family and the country, it is a matter of course." This sentence is very irresponsible, you must know that it is not easy for Die'er to survive in the palace. She felt extremely aggrieved: she asked in a loud voice: "At the cost of my freedom?" ”

"What do you want?" Chu Yunhong looked at this woman who was three years older than him, and his tone of voice was extremely high, and he didn't feel a little disgusted. I've heard it before, Die'er threw herself by Jiang Lingyan's side, and then betrayed her original master in order to climb high branches.

"Everything Die'er does is for the emperor!" Hearing Chu Yunhong comment on himself like this, Die'er was even more aggrieved, "The emperor cleared all the obstacles for the emperor, if it wasn't for Die'er exchanging messages from him, how could the emperor return to the palace smoothly?" ”

"That's what Aunt Yan told me," Chu Yunhong replied casually, "Now that Jiang Lingyan is locked up in Dongyin Palace, you should also go to visit." These words are like butterflies. She felt aggrieved and awkward. But he didn't know how to talk to Chu Yunhong.

When she came to the eaves of the porch alone, the sky was full of the color of burning clouds. The shattered clouds are rendered like roses by the setting sun. Die'er always regretted that she shouldn't have helped Chu Yunhong in the first place, but now in exchange for his incomprehension.

It's just that today's butterflies, where should they go? Jiang Lingyan was imprisoned, and there were many misunderstandings with herself, so naturally she couldn't go. Yan Wanning also had a lot of complaints about herself. Chu Yunhong's side misunderstood himself again. The more Butterfly thought about it, the more sad she felt, and she simply whispered and cried.

"Who bullied you?" A strange man's voice echoed in her ears, and Die'er took a deep breath. Turning to look at the man who was still young, he hesitated for a moment. still took the handkerchief he handed over, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, I'm just, the wind and sand blinded my eyes......"

The sky is wide and beautiful clouds are wandering. Where is the wind, Chu Yunzhao looked at Die'er's red eyes, and then smiled slightly: "I am His Royal Highness King Qing, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me, my mother is Concubine Liang——"

His Royal Highness King Qing Chu Yunzhao, this character Die'er has heard of it. He is one year younger than Chu Yunhong, and he likes to practice martial arts since he was a child. has been studying with Zuo Xiang, and was later adopted by Liang Guifei. But seeing that his eyebrows are clear and beautiful, he does not look like a person who practices martial arts, but like a weak scholar.

"I hate reading," Chu Yunzhao frowned slightly, "It's not as refreshing as riding a horse and archery!" But Sister Luan insisted that I study, so I learned a few more words. Fortunately, the royal family doesn't have to be an official, otherwise if the royal brother sends me a task, I'm really afraid that I won't be able to complete it......"

is really a simple and kind little prince, Die'er listened to what he said, and was amused for a while. "As a royal family, the prince must study," Die'er said seriously, "In the future, you will have to make suggestions for the emperor, so you naturally have to learn." ”

The tree-lined paths are gone. The dew is heavy, and the glazed tiles are cold. The morning fog was slightly mixed with a thin coolness, perhaps because of the rain last night. The palace is full of remnants of red brocade, dead branches and leaves. The lotus leaves in the pond also have a lot of water droplets.

The imperial palace at the eastern foot has gone through a hundred years of ups and downs. Now I have to witness the parting of life and death, and be quiet to the point of transcendence. Die'er stood quietly at the threshold, looking at Chu Yunhong's tired face. I was extremely worried for a while, lest Chu Yunhong would not be able to support it.

At the end of the day, the death of Chu Junhao, the Holy Ancestor Emperor of Donglu, was announced by Wang Lianying in a sad tone. Chu Yunhong was wearing filial piety clothes and holding a tablet in his hand. Step by step, he walked out of the Zhengyang Palace, and when he crossed the threshold, his body involuntarily tilted to the side.

"Your Majesty, be careful," Die'er hurriedly stretched out her hand and helped Chu Yunhong in time. In that moment, Chu Yunhong's eyes swept over Die'er's cheeks. made Butterfly's heart beat uncontrollably, almost losing her rhythm. This boy who is only thirteen years old has already made the butterfly love deeply rooted.

Outside the window, the cuckoos on the branches cried, and the gardenias under the eaves of the porch withered in a moment. Snow-white petals shattered to the ground, mixed with heavy soil, and then wrapped in the cycle of fate. As soon as the green wind blew, she could no longer be found. The clouds and the wind are clear, and the sheng songs are scattered.

Die'er followed the footsteps of the palace maids and sent this funeral procession. Mourning and weeping. Butterfly followed the voice, and a plainly dressed woman burst into tears. Yes, it's Yan Wanning. Her face was pale, and she no longer had the heart to dress up.

Along the way, there was Xianyun supporting, following Wanning behind the coffin. In Butterfly's eyes, it's like a dream. Yan Wanning's life is also like a biography. It is not long to get along with Chu Junhao, but it is heart-to-heart. Now the sudden departure is indeed unexpected.

"Girl? Girl! Wan Ning suddenly fainted, making Xian Yun suddenly at a loss. Die'er on the side hurriedly stepped forward to help and helped Wanning to the small pavilion on the side. A cup of tea, a fan. Gently brushing away the heat for Wanning.

After a while, Yuan Yibin also arrived. After carefully checking the pulse, Fang Cai said to Xian Yun: "Miss Yan is just too sad and her heart is damaged. It's good to take a little rest, it's hot now, it should be a heat stroke, you might as well ......"

At this time, Die'er brought a bowl of lotus seed soup, and fed Wanning with a spoon little by little. After a while, I saw Wan Ning open her eyes slightly, and panted faintly: "Help me up, quickly, ...... quickly" Lord Yuan said, let the girl rest first, "Xianyun really can't bear it."

However, no matter how much she persuaded her, Wanning refused. Helpless, Xianyun had no choice but to help Wanning up. Although Wanning was soft, she still held on. Die'er suddenly thought of He Jing in the royal tomb, and thought of an idea. Hurry up and go to find Chu Yunzhao.

"The little prince only needs to find He Jing," Die'er said anxiously, "Let's just say that Miss Yan has a heat stroke and is not in good health, so let her clean the courtyard and let the girl rest." Be sure to be fast! "I'm just following behind the prince's brother, how can I leave?" Chu Yunzhao's heart was also very uncomfortable at this time.

What can I do, Die'er looked at Wanning who was struggling to move in the distance, and was anxious. She has no way to get out of the palace, but how can she inform He Jing. Just when she was at a loss, Chu Yunzhao told her: "You go to find Sister Luan, she must have a way." ”

Because Qingluan and Lianyi are both remnants of Xirong. This kind of thing is naturally avoided, and when Qingluan heard what Die'er said, she immediately took Lianyi's hand: "Aunt Lian hurry up, otherwise what can Aunt Yan do?" "If I leave, there will be no one in the palace," Lianyi said, "It's better to go to Luan'er, you ......"

The wind in the distance is faint, and the clouds are thin. Die'er looked at Qingluan's distant back, and silently prayed for Wanning's body in her heart. At this time, Die'er had already figured it out, and then followed Wanning's side. That's why she did this, and Chu Yunhong always had to remember herself.