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Yes, from the very beginning, she knew that he was the second prince of Daye, the grandson of the brave and warlike King Beiyi, and her mother Concubine Shufei was the emperor's favorite woman. It's a pity that after the battle between Fu Yu, the king of Beiyi, and Ruan Fang, the horse leather shroud, and the death of Concubine Shu's childbirth, the Fu family collapsed like a building. The frail second prince has become a dispensable person. Come to think of it, he hates Ruan Fang and the Yuwen clan. It can be said that from his eyes, he saw nothing except detached indifference. It scared her.

"You are the female official in charge of the Chongwen Pavilion, I should report to you." Gao Fan's face was still pale, without a trace of blood.

Yan Su was silent for a while, and said, "The prince is here at this time, is there anything wrong?" ”

She saw Gao Fan holding a volume of "Zhuangzi" in his hand, and said, "Borrowing? ”

Gao Fan shook his head, "No, I want to discuss the problem with you." ”

Yansu thought she had misheard, until Gao Fan repeated it, and she was surprised, "Why? ”

"The day before yesterday, the study you scribbled down happened to be seen by me. I would like to discuss this with you. Gao Fan said indifferently.

Thinking about it, she was upset the day before yesterday, and in order to express her anger in her heart, she did not fight against Lao Zhuang's inaction, and criticized it indiscriminately. Students like Gao Fan, who want to read the books of the sages, are going to argue with her. It's funny, it's really a hell for no reason, a trace of disdain flashed in his heart, and he said, "Teach." She sat down across from Govan.

The warm yellow candle flame shrouded Yan Su's face, but it showed a solemnity. It's like a warrior going to the battlefield.

Gao Fan was amused and asked a sentence that was enough to entangle the two for half a lifetime: "What is home?" What is the country? ”

Yan Su's pupils shrank, his eyes widened, and he shot at Gao Fan.

From this point on, they began to negotiate. It was also this sentence that turned into a lingering nightmare for the two. It wasn't until later that she realized that she had been wrong from the beginning.

When he returned to his room, his heart was still pounding. She leaned against the door, her eyes glinting. Gao Fan is worthy of being a student of Hanlin, cultivated since childhood, and is superior in terms of knowledge, depth, cultivation, and conversation. And his calligraphy is also a great achievement. Comparable to everyone. It is really like a gentleman, who has the virtue of loyalty and the ambition of holding fragrant fragrance. The breadth of his body is what she is missing, how can she not be impressed?

The corners of Yan Su's mouth unconsciously hooked a big smile.

Since then, she has talked with Gao Fangogh almost every day, talking about the heavens and the earth, and Gao Fan is also not refusing, smiling. Maybe he is too lonely, in the deep palace, there are too few sincere people, and too few people dare to speak. Therefore, Gao Fan, who is gentle and silent, also talks endlessly, as if he has been holding back for too long and urgently needs to vent.

In this tall Chongwen Pavilion, in front of the narrow table, the two of them are like best friends, talking about everything and everything. At first, I was afraid of being seen by the school scrivener, so I secretly hid in front of the bookshelf to read the book, which was actually a poem. Later, the school secretary turned a blind eye to them, and the two of them became bolder. Dare to argue loudly.

During that time, it was like the most free and joyful time for words and high-quality things.

And the only disharmony between the two is the dispute over the theory of seclusion. Gao Fan yearns for Su Shi's cold demeanor, but Yan Su scoffs at it, declaring that Su Shi is a coward, who dare not face the cruel reality, and can only flee to the realm of poetry, and even close himself!

"If it were me, no matter if I won or lost, I would fight against the sky! Never give up! ”

"You're crazy, how can this be changed!"

This is the first time that the two have broken up in the biggest unhappy. The ambitious concept of Yan Shu let Gao Fan brush his sleeves away. Yan Su didn't take it seriously, thought it was no big deal, and left it behind. She didn't know that trust and emotion were like a breach in a dam, and if they couldn't be damaged even a little, the flood would get bigger and bigger until it collapsed.

Those three months were the happiest and happiest time of Yansu's life. It wasn't until later that she learned that those sweet memories existed to sustain our long and painful lives. In the end, we will pay a heavy price for being young and frivolous.

In mid-August, the jade lotus on the bank of the Zhongyu River bloomed, filling the pond, and the turquoise leaf disc was squeezed into an inch. The knowledge that hid in the tree made the nobles in the deep palace unbearable, and they asked for ice cubes to relieve the heat.

"Words? Retrospective? ”

A large hand waved in front of her eyes. Yan Su woke up in shock, and his misty eyes could see clearly, Gao Fan frowned lightly, looking at her dissatisfied.

"How are you? Today is the third time that my mind wanders. Gao Fan lowered his eyebrows, and his unhappiness was undisguised.

"Oh, yes, what did you just say?" Yan Su didn't care.

Gao Fan stopped talking, lowered his head and was silent.

In the Chongwen Pavilion, there is only irritability and heat for a while.

"What did the queen say to you this morning?" Gao Fan said softly.

This sentence is a statement.

Yan Su was not surprised, she said, "The history of the six products." ”

Just one sentence, and it will be clear. This morning, Han Xuan told her with a smile that the queen asked her to go to Yuankun Palace to ask for peace, and she knew that the opportunity had come. She dresses meticulously, neither charming nor disrespectful, and goes to the queen to say goodbye to the queen seriously. Stepping into the Yuankun Palace after half a year, there is no change at all, Aunt Rongwu personally picked her up, and congratulated Yansu, she will go to the Hongde Palace, promoted to the history of the six pins, specializing in concubines, concubines, and palace maids to stay in the holy matter, for reference. This errand will serve the emperor and concubine closely, and if it is done well, it can be described as infinitely beautiful. Yan Su understands in her heart that a companion is like a tiger, which means that her quiet days for half a year are gone, but this is an opportunity! This is the opportunity given to her by the queen.

Out of Yuankun Palace, she thought she would be happy, and she kept pretending to be excited. But for some reason, on the way back to the southwest courtyard, there was no joy in Yanshu's heart. Tongshi means that the days of going to Chongwen Hall will be greatly reduced, and the time to meet with Gao Fan for papers will also be reduced. She sat on the edge of Zhongyu Lake, smelling the fragrant jade lotus, irritable like layers of onions peeling off, so smoked that she just wanted to cry.

"As I just said, your pen is too stiff to hide the edge, and you show all your edge, as if you are shouting as much as you can." Gao Fan's voice like Du Heng's jade chime once again echoed in Yan Su's heart and eyes.

She said, "Yes." Yan Su lowered her head and looked at the Lishu under her pen, indeed, she didn't understand the hidden edge, blindly bloomed the edge, and didn't understand softness, and as a result, the strokes were stiff, and the beauty of the Lishu was destroyed. Usually she values her own words the most, an article, if the word is crooked, she will tear the whole paper into pieces and rewrite it, no matter how well it is written. At this time, Yan Su turned a blind eye and heard nothing, she was lazy and lazy, and between the green silk and the blue field-like jade, she also climbed up to the lazy.

Gao Fan sat upright.

"Your Highness, can you tell me your words?" She said suddenly.

Gao Fan's heart fell half a beat, he looked at it as if he was talking about homely words, he could see the stiffness and tension in her lowered pupils. The man's word, in Daye, unless parents, elders, masters, and friends can call it, wives and concubines and sisters dare not. From the first day she met Gao Fan, Yan Su knew that he was a scholar who respected etiquette and taught the religion, and she still asked. But for a moment, Gao Fanlang said, "The name is Fan, and the words are all together." ”

There is no reluctance to be known by a woman, and she is treated like an ordinary and respectful friend.

Yan Su's shocked eyes shot straight into Gao Fan's eternal warm eyes, and the spring blossoms in his heart. This is the only voice she can feel at ease and warm in the turbulent struggles ahead. It was like the light of life, blooming in her gloomy, sinister sins.

The next day, she sorted out the fine and soft, and moved to the southwest room behind the Hongde Palace, and the eunuch Yue Ya personally picked her up. Before leaving, Han Xuan warned her a few words, saying that when she entered the Hongde Palace, she must not come out of the blue, remember, be cautious, like a shadow.

"Unless, you're sure."

Han Xuan bit her ear and said. In the end, Han Xuan bowed to Yue Ya and said solemnly, "Please take care of Yansu with my father-in-law." ”

Yue Ya lifted his eyelids, "Okay." ”

When he walked out of the threshold, Yan Su pinched Han Xuan's palm, "I will not live up to you." As soon as the words fell, she stepped out, the purple skirt brushed the ground, and disappeared in front of Han Xuan's eyes, she didn't look back.

Han Xuan stared at Yan Su's back and sighed, "Idiot, I am, and so are you." ”

The sigh finally twisted into the dust.

From that night on, Yan Su was sent to Emperor Ye's side to record the emperor's recruitment of concubines and concubines in the Hongde Palace. Even if Emperor Ye didn't recruit concubines, she had to kneel beside the pillar in case something happened to the emperor. Once every three days, nine times a month, Yueya will specially arrange the rounds of female officials. Father-in-law was afraid that her rules would not be in place and she would lose her dignity in front of the nobles, so he personally took her with him and taught her royal etiquette and rules, which is what he said to the outside world. In fact, Yue Ya took special care of her. Don't gossip much, wait in silence, just keep it in mind.

"Sometimes, silence allows you to see things that you can't see." When she was resentful and unwilling to resist in Ruanfang, she fought to the death. That's what her father said to her.

Rao is so low-key, she is still hated. Pouring sand into her food and putting earthworms in her quilt seem to be light. Yue Ya only let her endure.

"Creeping and crawling until one day you turn into a butterfly." This eunuch, looking at the blue sky with deep eyes, hidden something in her eyes that she couldn't understand at the time, the tumbling waves under the calm.

What surprised Yan Su the most was that the number of times Emperor Ye recruited concubines was pitiful, except for the first day of the new year, the tenth day of the first month, and the month and a half of the month rested in the queen's palace, in January, he only recruited Concubine Wang Xian twice, oh, and once, it was at Shen Guifei's place, listening to a night's lullaby. This martial Emperor Ye seemed to be sleeping poorly, and he lay on the dragon chair all night long, correcting his stacked songs.

Hongdeok Hall is always filled with a strong fragrance of ambergris.

In the second month, Emperor Ye was still like this, but he was fortunate to recruit Concubine Wang Xian three times. I don't know if it's the troubles of the government, it was September, and the heat was so hot that the peasants in most areas died of heat stroke, unable to plow the fields, so that the harvest in the coming year was not good, and because the relief materials sent down were dirty, Emperor Ye lost his temper. In the outer hall, she could also hear the roar of the high voice inside, echoing in the tall and wide Jinluan Palace, surrounded by the golden dragon of Wuwei.

She ignored it, hid her hand in her sleeve, and treated her like a transparent person. For this reason, Yue Ya admires her very much.

And let Yan trace, the most impressive thing is the boiling discussion of the six palaces, or rather, the concubine Wang Xian who favors the sixth palace. Twice the indigo pleated floral dress, shimmering with red diamonds, wafted past the corners of her eyes, a sun-like scent mixed with the thick ambergris. Yan Su will not forget that at that time, a woman with a glittering red light floated like a colorful winged red luan, she was more unscrupulous than Han Xuan, more scorching, full of depressed vitality, her gaze could burn all cold creatures. Her voice can make the irascible Emperor Ye laugh at her dotingly.

Yan Su suddenly understood why so many people hated Concubine Wang Xian. She has a good background, she is the daughter of the Marquis of Chengyang, and her father is the right governor of the Houjun Governor's Mansion, and she is hereditary Chengyang Marquis. The eldest brother is the governor of Henan and the imperial history of the left capital. She gave birth to a son and a daughter, the fourth prince Gao Qi, and Princess Guishan, ranked ninth, all of whom were favored by the emperor. She spoils the harem alone, has a flamboyant and uninhibited temperament, and does whatever she wants, how many people envy her and envy her.

At that time, Yan Su could only kneel, looking up at Wang Tong, who was as noble and scorching as the sun, so far away from her, that Yan Su involuntarily gave birth to a heart of yearning and envy, such a life is interesting. I don't know, life is always a thought of heaven and a thought of hell.

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