Flowers bloom and fall in reincarnation for eternity, and a flower, a tree, a grass and a tree are all born from the mind and extinguished in desire. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info impermanence, joy and sorrow. The beautiful woman's eyebrows were clear, and when she looked at the person and solved her doubts, she suddenly felt a lot brighter in her heart.

The man said that he had planted other people's thoughts, and the queen frowned and said worriedly: "I'm afraid that the person who planted the thoughts is not a good master." ”

The queen saw that at noon, the dining room had prepared food, and she was hungry before breakfast. Today's joy falls from the sky, and the one who comes is even more pleasing to the people. Pull up Fuxiu's jade hand, "When you come, stay for lunch, taste the craftsmanship of Changle Palace, and make sure you like it."

The snow outside gradually blurred the vision, the table was full of delicacies, exquisite, and shared with people, and the heart was also very happy.

Plain, safe and steady, with eight characters in my heart, I am my impartial thought. What I read is the glitz of the world, what I read is the towering of the floating slaughter, and what I read is the hearts of the people.

Autumn comes to complain. endured the parting of the corridor swallow that will fly south. The swallow in the corridor, wandering high and low still doesn't want to return, the cry is deep and shallow, and the song is terrible in the empty long pavilion. I only carried a flask in my hand, drank to myself, and ended up relaxing.

Fu Xiu has not stepped out of Gantang for a long time, but he didn't know that this day had changed a few times, and the wind became colder and colder.

The wind is blowing, and the footsteps are rustling. The phoenix eyes smiled, and with a faint glance, someone came to be delicate.

A few wisps of light and shadow spilled into the inner room through the soft smoke.

The maid woke up softly, in the pear blossom wood mirror, the beauty's faint eyebrows were drawn one by one, a few points of clear water, a few points of powder, and the newcomer smiled in March, but it was still silent.

Rou Yi with a servant, the late autumn wind swept up the yellow flowers all over the ground and withered, and everyone in the world said that the golden walls and tiles of the harem may be unpredictable. The rotting leaves blend with the soil, and then in winter, when the birds fall and the vast expanse is desolate.

Ten miles long pavilion, whose heart goes with the autumn wind, the road is a shallow wine fragrance. Concubine Ning's lips opened lightly, leaned over and bowed, and said: "The concubine has seen Concubine Fu, and Concubine Fu is so elegant." ”

The thin wind passed through the hall, and the years that rolled up Fuxiu's sideburns flowed silently. One by one, she is a person who understands the rules, Fuxiu has a good impression and personally helps her up. With a bit of laziness in the silence of the boundless gloom.

"Concubine Ning is polite, this palace is just an idler. After being bored for a long time, I came out for a walk. ”

Fuxiu gestured to the pot held by his hand, his eyebrows and eyes smiled, and it was as delicate as a flower. There is never a shortage of newcomers in the palace, and the people who only boasted of being newcomers a few days ago have now become the ranks of the old people, and they have also lived the days of lying down and listening to Nangong Qing's side. It's just that I didn't go out of the palace a few days ago, and the Jiang family's power has begun to expand to these newcomers, I'm afraid that if I don't come out again, those newcomers are all looking at the Jiang family, and quietly stumbling on me, and I will have no power to resist. The wine in the cup is mellow, and the thick fragrance that can't be dissolved on the side of the teeth is intoxicating.

"Sister Ning, would you like to have a few drinks with the palace?"

With the words of the beautiful woman, Concubine Ning swept across the blue sky and flew sideways, her eyes drooped slightly, and she said with a smile: "Niangniang's invitation, how dare the concubine refuse, everyone in the palace is said to be Niangniang Shusende, and her temperament is also excellent, but unfortunately the concubine has no chance with Niangniang, and it is not until today that she has seen Niangniang's beauty, and the concubine is blessed." ”

Ning Concubine brushed the wine jug, Fang sighed, frowned slightly, and said: "A drink relieves sorrow, but everything has two sides, wine can be intoxicating, forget the world, but also hurt the body, the mother is better to drink less." ”

There was a bleak burst, the autumn wind swept away the leaves, and the faces of the people in front of him blurred, no matter what, so, the Tao was anxious.

Fuxiu suddenly smiled, and the flowers and branches of laughter trembled, two points worse than Du Ruo in this full pavilion. I'm afraid that it's a stranger again, and I'm afraid that this road will be a little more difficult.

"Fate? This palace always thinks that people will win the day. People, they always like to make all kinds of excuses for themselves, and this palace wants to ask, but tired?"

Fuxiu phoenix eyes smiled like a crescent moon, in the end, I missed it, why should I be too persistent. The slightly cold wine in the cup was exhausted, thinking about how many newly promoted concubines had been taken back by her.

"Who said that this palace uses wine to relieve sorrows? The palace is promoted to the blessed concubine and the holy favor is rich, why worry? I'm afraid that some people will find it difficult to eat and sleep after seeing the promotion of this palace. ”

The fragrant wine is slightly hot, and the warmth provokes the cold fingertips of the ice and snow. Concubine Ning was silent for a long time, sipping fragrant tea, lingering between her lips and teeth, and said with a smile: "The flowers fall on the shoulders, the fragrance is full of arms, this wine is really good wine." ”

A trace of loneliness flew out of the corner of the delicate eye, and the beautiful woman on the side was in the cloud Qiu, the cloud temples were high, and the beads were swaying, shining brightly. Outside the corridor, he bowed his head and said sadly: "Time is long, the plantain is green and yellow, every year is like this, and the years are in a hurry." Niangniang, the concubine hopes that after waking up from the dream, she will still leave a place to survive a cold. Fang is the other side, Fang is peace of mind. ”

Concubine Ning sighed softly, the yellow flowers blew down, the silk silk was buttoned on the soft wattle, the breeze was gusting into her ears, cold and disrespectful, and she whispered: "The red dust is short, the concubine wishes that the mother is not afraid of a thin life, every year has today, and every year has today." ”

Fu Xiu looked at Concubine Ning quietly, not knowing his inexplicable mood, but I was wrong? I'm too suspicious. A wry smile was sipped at the corner of his mouth and turned into a sad autumn drink. The cheeks are burned red with wine, and the wine that smiles in the white sweetness seems to be able to block the autumn wind. The insects chirped rarely, and I was a little drunk, but I seemed to be very sober. I leaned against the cold stone pillar, looking for the slightest wisp of sobriety.

"Concubine Ning's sister has only been in the palace for such a short time, how can she let these things trap? Hongchen is short, grasping the present is the best, why should Sister Ning find it unpleasant by herself?"

With a slight twist of his wrist, Fuxiu circulated the wine in the cup along the rim of the glass, spilled it on the stone table, and turned into dust.

"The body that has been raised in this palace for so long can be regarded as having figured it out, there is wine today and drunk today, and life is free and easy."

She seemed to be living quite freely, but she saw full of overflowing sadness in her eyebrows. There are a few people in the palace who can put Eryu out of the way. Listening to her slightly sarcastic words, I only smiled lightly, poured a glass of wine, and drank it all, what was noisy in my head, walking too fast, I couldn't catch it.

"Niangniang is in a high position, naturally she can't understand the pain and struggle of a low position, you know how afraid the concubine is that she will accidentally become a victim of the concubine dispute and die here."

The wine wakes up and leans on the building, and the autumn night is frosty. There is sadness and loneliness in the cold voice, and it is completely desolate. In the dream, Guan Shan can be hanged, but the cold wind is blowing on the face, and there is no light. It is appropriate to be alone and melancholy, and the wind is light. The wine is cold, and it can no longer warm the heart and sadness.