The light is shining through, and the hour has just entered, and the sleepy eyes are worried. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info tossed several times, Handan's dream was broken, and he had no choice but to collapse. Although the cold wind in winter has not abated, the warm sun still shines on people's hearts. Holding the hand stove leaning on the collapse, he ordered the maid to burn water and incense, thinking that the smoke was flourishing when it started.

Enlighten the makeup, paint the distant mountains, and make up the flowers. Yang Xu is like a hairpin on a new reward, smiling at the mirror. Thinking about the promotion not long ago, my heart is happy, and my face can be seen from the top of my eyebrows.

I wanted to read the Golden Scripture, but I suddenly remembered something, and said lightly: "Go with the palace to see Concubine Duan!" It's time to meet. Subsequently, Yang Xuru went to the Palace of Fontaine with the palace maid who was waiting. It has to be passed through, slowly enter the hall, and bow slowly, "Please say hello to Duanfei Niangniang, Duanfei Niangniang Wanfu Jin'an." ”

The crisp ice dripping water under the corridor sounded, and when she saluted, she was stunned to look at the lotus-like armor on her fingers, and the silver silk charcoal sat in the hall to warm the cold air she brought in, and the blue and white porcelain vase on the table was inserted with a cold fragrance of white plums

The silk silk pattern of the Fu character is placed on the peacock green silver ball, and the silk is dense and elegant. Concubine Duan raised her coat and hid her ten fingers into her sleeves, smiled slightly, and lowered her head and said: "Sister Yang has a good future now, and she came to visit the palace in winter, and the palace is really lucky." “

Yang Xuru raised his eyes and looked at it, sitting on the beautiful scenery of Yiren, begonia silk embroidery, two hairpin pendants and peonies, dyed between the red eyebrows of plums, the juice of the peony dotted the lips, and the eyebrows and eyes were shy and bright.

Hearing this, he covered his eyes, covered his forehead with his bare hands, and his voice was tired of vulgarity, and sighed: "Duan Concubine Niangniang, a good future?" Oh, does the mother really think that the concubine is good now? ”

Yang Xuru frowned slightly, her eyes darkened a little, and she muttered to herself, "I lost my most important ...... No more......"

What she lost was nothing more than a good youthful appearance, and what she earned was a famous family background. Everyone who enters the palace wants nothing more than glory and wealth, and those who lose money are just good times.

"Sister Yang, it's not for yourself, but for those who don't want you to be good, since you sit in the position of a nobleman, you should know."

Concubine Duan stopped talking, glanced at the plum blossoms on the table lightly, and stopped talking.

Yang Xuru's heart is turbulent, yes, what's wrong with what she said?

Yang Xu sighed sadly, "My Yang Xuru is in the prime of life, and I am in the deep palace." Every time you see the moon hanging high, isn't it like me? The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, I am lonely and flashy, but I lose completely. Lost the hometown, lost the affection......"

I am dressed in gorgeous clothes, and now I am just deceiving myself, why bother, I don't see each other, and why bother to break the thread. I only wish him a long life, and then he will not see him for life, and sigh: "It made Duanfei Niangniang smile, and Duanfei Niangniang's meaning is understood by the concubines." ”

Concubine Duan glanced at her expression lightly, and when she wanted to say goodbye, she sighed as if she was going to cut off the sea, and said: "This palace has seen that Concubine Rong of the Na clan has embarked on the road of no return, and I don't want there to be another Concubine Rong in this palace, and I want to come to the noble sister to understand." “

Concubine Duan gently knocked the tea cup and sighed, tired and tired, the way has been lost, looking back into nothing, where is the broken boat floating in the sea can make me forget the lonely city?

The distant mountains have crossed the years, carrying the bright moon of the year, leaving only the twilight and uncertain dry bones. The vast sea of clouds is green, I am dressed in the wind, and the cold wind brings seven points of clarity, blooming in a room of Tsinghua.

The Buddha said it was greed, the Buddha said it was delusional, and the Buddha said that it was impossible to let go.

Yang Xuru's eyebrows and eyes are crooked, and the green silk is not bound by a love, "The concubine said by Duanfei Niangniang understands that Duanfei Niangniang has benefited a lot here, and the time is not early, so the concubine will not bother too much." After that, Yang Xuru got up and bowed, turned around and left.

The road ahead is long, and it is difficult to see the beautiful woman's appearance, the man's skirt is fluttering, and inadvertently it is like Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Preface" is brilliant. Send the maids to send each other, I don't know where there is a flute, and go away in the wind, the so-called Iraqi people, on the water side. I couldn't help muttering: "Just now, this palace seems to hear the sound of a flute...... The road ahead is bitter, and there must be no lover......"

The boring voice of the loom shuttle machine was hoarse in the middle of the night, and the warp and weft were drawn here to paint the complicated camellia, the appearance of Qingyi, the decoration of the young face, and the slowly silk wisps gradually became more beautiful. The shadow of the dim yellow light reflects the shadow on the wall, the hazy is the hometown of the water town, and the half-open window is the white plum with strong branches, and the boring sound of the room is only the fragrance of the plum.

The door creaked and broke the cold night and silence, and when Fu Xiu didn't open his eyes, only the afterglow swept the extra shadow on the wall, and smiled, "You're here, half of the cloud brocade is woven under the moon." ”

The half-redundant and glowing jade hook outlines the hazy mist, the squeak of the thick snow under my feet, the gradual sound of the machine, and the delicate bite of the shuttle wire, but I am too busy to speed up my pace]

Mei Rui was proud of the branches with a little thin smoke, and Concubine Rong pushed open the red pine door of the weaving workshop, as if there was a fragrance of pears falling, and suddenly snow. Stepping into the brightly lit room, looking at the people who stopped moving in front of the machine, he sketched a light smile and said, "I'm afraid I'm late, let me take a look." ”

Concubine Rong leaned beside the person seated, looking at the half-finished cloud brocade, and the silk thread seemed to be painted on the side of the moon on the brocade surface. She must have put a lot of thought into it.

Concubine Rong stretched out her hand to pick up the wooden shuttle, rubbing it gently, as if there was a cordial feeling, the shadow of the candle flame swaying, and the scattered case wall, "Fu Xiu, will it be done tonight?" ”

Fuxiu glanced lightly at the unfinished satin on the wooden shuttle, and the hazy pattern under the moon gradually dimmed his eyes, "When are you late?" ”

Fuxiu stretched out his hand to take the wooden shuttle from her soft and put it back into the shuttle, and the boring voice sounded again, and when he heard her say that she had achieved something tonight, she didn't answer, but only bowed her head and said, "Jian Xi, I'm tired of picking the wick." ”

Another camellia was gradually weaved, and Fu Xiu said: "If the cloud brocade is woven under the moon this month, who do you say this cloud brocade is dedicated to this palace?" Or do you and I stay and wear it, and once climb the palace concubine steps? “

Concubine Rong got up and walked to the side of the lamp and removed the yellowed old lampshade. Pick up the red-handled double-edged scissors on the case, aim at the wax core, and gently twist the wax oil to cut off the half-blackened light line. "Is it brighter?"

Concubine Rong put down the scissors, sorted out the slightly wrinkled palace clothes on her body, and sat back in front of the weaving frame again, and the boring voice suddenly became rhymed in the weaving of Yunjin little by little. Thinking about the question in her mouth, he frowned and changed a smile. "You and I stay, and we don't know when we will be able to get the Holy Favor, but it is better to find a reliable Lord."

The candle flame flickered, I caught a glimpse of the shadow of the two women and the shelf on the wall, dim, but also busy, Mu Suo from her hand shuttled to my hand with ease, but half of them rubbed melancholy, "I don't know what the current situation is, who should vote for......"