On the second day, at night, Gantang Palace. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The withered leaves are fluttering, people's hearts are easy to get old, and Chanjuan is not together. The night was bleak and dewy, and the railing was silent. In the dead of night, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and it is difficult to sleep. The rain is dripping and dripping to the world, holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking alone. The night is cold, and the willows are like the wind. Alone, whining. Leaning on the fence alone, looking at the moon in a panic.

The air is misty, the silk is soft and soft, the koi fish in the big vat in the Gantang Palace often swim in all seasons, Jian Xi is holding an oil-paper umbrella to cover Fu Xiu, Fu Xiu threw a handful of fish food, three or five fish came to compete for food, although it was a rainy day, the fish were also very happy, which made Fu Xiu laugh for a while, laughing so much that he forgot the conflict with the queen yesterday.

Fukuyu looked at the fish for a while, but after all, his smile faded, and Fukuyu still stood in front of the fish tank as before, looking at the koi in the fish tank and the drizzle falling from the sky.

Looking forward to last night, and looking forward to today. That month, too hazy, that cloud, too sad. The wind and moon change and the soul is fleeting, and the time of Shaohua will not return. At the end of the song, people have been scattered since then, and the vicissitudes of life are sad. Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first. Suddenly lonely and speechless.

Fu Xiu stood in front of the fish tank in a long robe, and Jian Xi next to him was holding an oil-paper umbrella to cover Fu Xiu, looking at the long road of the palace, but he was shocked by the poems in front of him. I only listened to Ming Xi sitting in the gazebo next to him, reading: "Who is the beauty?" The concubine is now being favored, so late, why doesn't the beauty fall asleep? ”

Gradually, the rain stopped, and no one cared about the dead leaves and branches, and there was no one to talk to when they were depressed. The bright smile in front of him, and the deep pear vortex was a little eye-catching.

The sound was in the valley, and it was sad to hear it, Ming Xi walked out of the pavilion, bowed down to Fuxiu and said: "The slave and maid ask for peace to the concubine Niangniang, and the concubine Niangniang is blessed with Jin'an." "After the rain, the weather is slightly cool, and the cold wind is miserable, which makes people shiver and shiver. Murmuring water, Ming Xi's lips opened lightly, "Master, yes!" It's late, it's cold, people's hearts are cold, isn't it the master? Master, it's a cold day, and you have a few more pieces of thin clothes, so as not to catch a cold. As he spoke, Ming Xi wanted to tell Jian Xi to enter the hall and take out Fuxiu's coat and put it on, but Fuxiu stopped him.

Looking at the gravel road on the ground, which was getting wet, Fuxiu seemed to remember something again. The oath of the mountains and seas under the moon before the flowers is now just a few clouds of smoke, which is ridiculous that I was stupid at the beginning. Since entering the palace, the so-called sisters are just a play, so Concubine Rong and Concubine Duan are not their own examples, they have been used but they don't know. Although the emperor is good to himself now, if he doesn't have this child, what will his fate be? The red face is not old, Jun En breaks first, this kind of truth, Fuxiu didn't know, but Fuxiu can't let go now, and there are too many people who can't let go, so Fuxiu has to force a smile and be himself under the mask.

Fuxiu sighed lightly, took Ming Xi and Jian Xi's hands, and said slowly: "Three thousand green silk is made up, and the three of you and I may just be passers-by in a hurry." Mingxi, Jian Xi hopes that you will not be like me, in the end it is just an eye nail, nailed to that board, but you can't pull it out, I hope you can spend the rest of your life in peace. "The red dust is rolling, and after all, there are still many disasters.

The ginkgo biloba blossoms fall, the flowers are also over, and the fiery red maple leaves also bloom in the evening and autumn, and life and death are no more. The hazy moonlight poured across the earth, and everything was stained with the misty autumn mist of the mountains. The bleak autumn wind blows the cheeks, the mountains and rivers flow, and the white horses of the years pass by like no one waiting, and they have lost their lives.

"Thank you for your care. It's just the master,...... Look at the fallen leaves, there is a way of life and death, when you are alive, it is not dazzling, and after you die, you will eventually have to return to the roots, and the same is true for people. If you don't fight for this time, I'm afraid you won't be able to spend the rest of your life in peace. Since the master has entered the palace, it is also the destiny of God. Even if you don't want to calculate others, others always have to calculate yourself. If you are cowardly and incompetent, I am afraid that you will not be able to protect yourself, how can you protect your family and friends? Ming Xi said.

The road is long, people are panicked, they are worried, what can they laugh at?

A shallow smile for a lifetime, Ye is the same, a pipa sends lovesickness, and people are gone. Qingjiang can be a partridge complaint, and feng shui is vaguely shining. After falling into a dream, only striving for Shaohua, and spending the rest of your life in peace, what is right and wrong after all? If you want to commit suicide, you only listen to two lines of tears. The weeds are miserable, not as good as the midsummer weeds.

"Master, I have been in the palace for more than ten years, I grew up in this deep palace since I was a child, I have seen too many things in the wind and fire, I have seen the miserable end, I have also seen the end good, and I have also seen the end out of the palace, but in the end it is also an end. If the master insists on doing this, Ming Xi is not easy to stop, and Ming Xi has no quarrel with the world. It's just that Ming Xi should remind the master, and should think about Lord Na and Mrs. Liu outside the palace, if the master really leaves and leaves the palace, then how should Lord Na and Mrs. Liu be disposed of by the emperor? Could it be that the master wants to watch Lord Na and Mrs. Liu die and ignore it? ”

Ming Xi paused for a moment, and then said: "Master, the struggle between you and the queen mother is inevitable, as for you and Lord Jun, the slave maid told the master a long time ago that there is no good result between the master and Lord Jun. If you insist on being together, it will not only harm the Na family, but also harm the Jun family, and harm all the palace maids and eunuchs who are serving the masters in the Gantang Palace. Ask the master to think about these people. Should there be a final fight with the queen or not? Should we abandon the personal relationship between the master and the prince's children, or should we not abandon it? ”

A path of quiet and quiet is introduced. Half a cup of herbal tea, how much do you know about the flowers in your dreams? The maple leaves fell one after another, whirling one after another, and bursts of sadness struck. It was so cold that Fuxiu shivered.

A slight drizzle drifted in the sky again, and it fell into the pond for half a ripple. Qiu Shui's eyes were bright, Jian Xi opened the oil-paper umbrella again, covering Fu Xiu beside him, Fu Xiu's lips suddenly moved, "It's raining, it's really to keep yourself and everyone who loves you from getting cold." Fu Xiu pursed his lips, smiled, and prefaced, "Mingxi, I have thought about having no quarrel with the world, and I have thought about abandoning the past with Jun Mochu, but I always think of it unconsciously,...... I unconsciously want to keep myself out of contention...... But can I really be free from the world and forget Jun Mochu? ”

The fog is misty, the beauty under the umbrella is gone, and the three thousand green silks are draped, and if you want to be alone, you still can't avoid the disaster after all. Half-cut screen window, affectionate self-complaint. He glanced at Ming Xi obliquely, looked up at the half of the bleak moon in the sky, and looked gloomy, "There is no dispute with the world...... This is what you call your fate. Some people are destined by God to fight for Shaohua, and some people are also destined by God to have no quarrel with the world, Mingxi, don't you say? ”

The rain stopped, but the fog continued to haze and extend. The clouds and water flowed, clear and cold, Ming Xi replied to Fu Xiu lightly, "Master, it's a ......" Ming Xi seemed to be unsatisfied, but he still didn't continue.

The moon was no longer dim, but lost its proper light, blocked by the thick clouds, leaving the dark and lonely sky behind. "It's not early, the master should be resting, let Ming Xi wait for you to go back to the dormitory to rest!" With that, Ming Xi helped Fuxiu and hurriedly entered the dormitory.

No matter how beautiful the moonlight is, it is cold after all. Anyway, who in the world is not like this? Maybe as she said, entering the palace is fate, do your duty. For the emperor, the so-called love is just a distant time, and there is no end in sight, leaving two lines of salty tears in vain. Alone, wandering beside the lotus pond...... (To be continued.) )