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The cold wind and a few people returned, only wishing that the original intention was still quiet. Concubine Duan reclined on the warm couch, raised her head slightly through the idle window, and watched the goose feathers and snow outside the hall falling into the courtyard, adding a sad white to this cold court.

A few young palace maids are greedy for fun, frolicking in the court with snowmen, laughter is cheerful and carefree, Concubine Duan looks like she is in a trance, the corners of her lips are slightly hooked, when I was young, I was so happy to have a righteous brother to protect me, I don't know the sorrow.

Suddenly, Xu was making too much noise, Jinguan reprimanded everyone in the nut, and the little maids didn't dare to make trouble again.

Concubine Duan waved her hand, motioned to Mo Yue to come forward and said, "Go out and tell Jinguan, let them frolic, and this palace will be happy to see it!" “

When Mo Yue heard this, she moved out of the curtain, and frolicked again in an instant, but she didn't feel at ease with the laughter just now, Concubine Duan squinted her phoenix eyes and laughed at herself, the people in this palace live in a boxy courtyard, and they keep the rules of the boxy, how can they be at ease?

After a while, Wen Moyue asked An again: "The queen mother is blessed with Jin'an." ”

Is the queen coming? Concubine Duan propped herself up and stayed at Yingyiren, and the curtain was lifted to salute and say goodbye: "The concubine asks the queen mother, and the queen mother is very happy." ”

The remnants of snow are still on the branches, waiting for the return of spring. Cinnamon is full of three autumn fragrances, ten miles of red dust. The palace concubine thought in the twilight, drunk and lying in the deep palace. I am lonely in all directions, who will I return.

"I've heard from afar that your palace is very lively, but what's the good thing?" The queen's pear vortex was shallow, and she smiled in her phoenix eyes, waved her hand to avoid the courtesy of Concubine Duan, and helped her up in person.

"Sister Duanfei is still sick, where do you need to do these false courtesies. Winter hasn't passed yet, and the wind blowing through the hall here carefully doesn't catch a cold. ”

The thin wind through the hall crossed the boundless loneliness, and it was a little cold in this palace. The queen can let go of heaven and earth, but she can't let go of the love threads that are constantly cut in her heart, and whether the steep winter wind can send me home. Leisurely, it is still a cup of tea that is pitiful.

"Why did my sister suddenly have such a sudden illness, and she can see that she has been better after taking medicine?"

The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu, cuts constantly, and is messy, how can I say "good things" now, but I am just making trouble in silence and coaxing myself for a while......

Concubine Duan slowly got up with the queen's gentle support, because she was not wearing brocade clothes during her illness, her hair was only half tied with a jade hairpin, and a few strands hung down on her cheeks, which added to the weakness in her illness. Raising his eyes, the brilliance was not there, the tears in his eyes were hazy, and inadvertently a teardrop rolled down, falling on Yiren's self-hair, and said slowly: "It's okay, it's good for you to come to see me, how can you break the rules?" “

Concubine Duan led the queen to sit on the warm couch, Mo Yue hurriedly took the white fox and draped it on her shoulders, raised her hand tightly before she felt a trace of warmth, Concubine Duan lowered her head and raised her arms, tried the tears in her eyes, raised her eyelashes and smiled, and said shallowly: "Niangniang, how did this come to a cold day, if you are cold, how can you be good?" ”

Concubine Duan paused again and again, and then said: "Niangniang, look at the concubine's memory, I haven't served tea to Niangniang yet." Mo Yue quickly went down and prepared. Concubine Duan held the queen's jade hand and said: "Niangniang, the illness is like a mountain, and the illness is like a thread, and it is impossible to rush in the end, but please rest assured that there is always a righteous brother in everything." ”

Who provoked Dongjun Yunman, it was last night's ghostly dream, which turned over the sky of cirrus clouds. The delicate and sick Xi Ziqiao asked with teary eyes where to go. If you can stay this winter and hide in this year's snow, it is just right.

"Sister, look at you, why are you still crying." The queen's plain white brocade was stained with her tears, which was heartbreaking.

"If it weren't for the presence of Imperial Doctor Mo, this palace would still want to take you over and live for a while! Otherwise, if you're here alone, you really can't put your mind at ease. "Who now reads the flower companion? A wisp of acacia is sent to a thousand miles, only looking forward to the return of your heart.

The winter wind is absolute, the winter wind is absolute, the winter wind blows off the birds, and shakes away the dull thoughts in my heart.

"You're so thoughtful, but you're always getting yourself into a maze. The day before yesterday, I saw Dr. Mo and asked about your illness, and he actually said that you were overthinking. Why don't you tell this palace how this heart disease came about? "The world is vast, the mountain fog is in the air, the snow is steep, and the unbearable winter will pass.

The hall is as leisurely as a fragrant tea overnight, with the fragrance still there, but no one picks up the heavy drink. Duanfei Ze's lips were cool and stretched a wisp of beauty, the shallow voice was faint, and she looked at the Yiren opposite for a moment, her eyebrows flickered, and finally returned to silence, she lowered her head and laughed at herself, adding a little loneliness, and said lightly: "Niangniang, the world is as busy as flowing water, and Hugh cares about fame and fortune." Coarse tea and light rice are passed by fate, and wealth and glory are not forced. ”

Duanfei moth's eyebrows swept lightly, a pair of dark eyes were as deep as an abyss, but there was a lonely grudge, the palace warbler was sad and disgusted, Liang Yan was jealous of the old man, and the red face was broken before the old grace, and then a faint ripple appeared on the lips, and the look was lonely, and the red lips lightly said: "The ancient palace, the palace flower is lonely and red, and I am not as good as her ...... after all"

Under the hanging eyelashes of Concubine Duan, the phoenix eyes are deep, but they are as thin as a needle, and she suddenly raised her eyes and looked directly at Yiren, with an expression of unwillingness to make people panic, and said leisurely: "Niangniang, but I can't let it go......" Duanfei's teardrops rolled down one by one, like pearls with broken threads.

"What can't you put down? Pampering, position, or do you feel like you deserve better. The queen's finger bones are clearly rubbed on the delicate cup, and the pupils are full of loneliness and helplessness, and the words are explicit, but they are the most genuine feelings.

Once the dream came true, it was glorious, but after that, who could understand the loneliness and coldness.

Wandering like a breath, he sighed lightly and enveloped the grievances of Jiangnan Yuxiang, hesitating about the decay of his face in the season. Whether the winter wind can come later, year after year. I took her hand, it was a little bitterly cold, and the queen wanted to give her some warmth from the tip of her heart. "Sister Duan, there are only two things that this palace cherishes most now, peace and joy. Every step in the deep palace is difficult, why not take advantage of your youth and live for yourself. ”

"Although the emperor's favor can influence a lot in this palace, it is not the only one, we all know that one day we will lose our favor, and our faces will also grow old. Instead of living in fear and thinking about you every day, it is better to live a more wanton life every day. The queen patted her hand twice, and she seemed to have tears that could not be wiped away.

"Don't cry all the time, it's not good for your illness." The queen took the stove from Xiao Han's hand and handed it to Concubine Duan.

Concubine Duan raised her fingertips, bypassing the warm winter sun that penetrated through the idle window, "position", "favor" will eventually be lost with the absence of red face, so why bother to earn it and take it away, Concubine Duan lowered her head slightly, hid the tears in her eyes, smiled lightly, lingered and recovered like a spring scene, smiled and charmed, and the white hair brushed the forehead behind her ears.

Concubine Duan raised her eyes and stared at her deeply, her quiet eyes were like endless clouds, the distant mountains were slightly frowned, and she said coldly: "You're right, I can't let go, I serve in front of the Buddha all day long, but it's not as transparent as you, it seems that I have no wisdom root ......after all."