The room was suddenly silent, and the snow and ice melted under the porch as the temperature rose, and it seemed like it was raining. The pure white sunlight of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info sprinkled in this room without a trace of variegation, and the faint voice of Ji Fu fell in the light and shadow all over the ground.

Truth, who doesn't understand the two of them? Explaining to each other is just to give yourself peace of mind.

"Let's take it one step at a time." Wei Qihou paced to the peony flower and said.

*****

The sky at dusk was hazy, and the light blue seemed to be somewhat transparent, mixed with wisps of goose yellow, bright red, and pale white.

The warmth of the day seemed to be phantom, but at night I only felt cold and shivering.

Ning Lang was wrapped in a sable fur, but he was still cold and rushed to his face, but he didn't dare to say that it was cold. Listening to the emperor talking on the palace wall with a smile, the emperor seemed to be very interested today, and she didn't dare to corrupt it.

"Yesterday I stood under the porch and saw the Horn Lodge appear. Then there is the Kangju, and it is not until midnight that the Nasu appears. The dragon raised its head, one day earlier, and waited until more than a month later, the dragon's head was lifted in its entirety. ”

What the emperor meant Ning Lang didn't quite understand, but it wasn't just uh-huh. Instead, he said with a smile: "Your Majesty is the true dragon emperor, and the concubine doesn't need to be until February to watch the dragon raise its head." ”

As soon as she said this, the emperor lost his interest. Originally, he had to personally point it out to Ning Lang on the city wall, and he didn't have the mind to go straight forward.

The cool breeze wrapped in the smell of ice and snow blew on Ning Lang's face, and she was a little dazed. I don't know what she said wrong to make the emperor unhappy, but she had to hurry up at the moment.

She wasn't wrong, but Liu Che remembered Gillian again.

When she was in the palace in the past, she was very uninterested when she heard him say that the twenty-eight constellations were all ways.

She's always like this, straightforward and cute. Do not flatter him, nor deceive him.

And now, as he walked, he thought that there was no one else to compare with her.

Ning Lang was uneasy along the way, but she didn't expect to go down to the city tower, and His Majesty had no intention of asking her to go back. On the contrary, he was still summoned to the greenhouse hall to be pampered, but His Majesty did not like to sleep with others, and Ning Lang could only sleep in the side hall after serving.

Ning Lang slept in the greenhouse hall and always woke up very early. The sky was still chaotic, and there was no sleep. She remembered the rules of getting up to serve the emperor, but the emperor seemed to be accustomed to serving the palace people, and he didn't ask her to interfere once.

But she didn't dare to slack off, and always got up three minutes before the emperor. After the emperor went to the Xuanmu Palace, she returned to her own palace.

For breakfast in the conservatory hall, she only moved her chopsticks slightly. But you can't eat when you go back, otherwise it won't sound good.

As soon as she arrived in the palace after returning this day, she asked someone to go to Tianlu Pavilion to borrow books, and her personal maid Liuzhu was a little puzzled. But he didn't dare to delay, so he borrowed it himself.

After Ning Lang changed her clothes, shoes and socks, she just took out the unfinished needlework under the window. Liuzhu came back with a large pile of bamboo slips, and Ning Lang only said that he wanted to talk about the stars. She borrowed a bunch in one go, but her tired hands hurt.

When Ning Lang saw her come back, he asked her to put her on the table. Reading it volume by volume, Ning Lang finally understood what the emperor said yesterday.

He's talking about astrological changes, where does she understand this?

Although it is said that the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, none of them will know. But what I taught and learned from childhood to adulthood is only what my daughter has learned.

I don't know why the queen can talk to the emperor so much, isn't she afraid of him?

Ning Lang put down the bamboo slip and thought, she also thought that with her appearance and gentleness, how many men in the world could refuse?

It turned out that she looked down on herself, and she didn't know what the power of the Son of Heaven was until she came to the emperor. The tricks and tricks that I thought of in the past were so frightened that she couldn't say anything when she glanced at the emperor in front of him.

The way he looked at her, so cold, so strange. Even on the couch, he was never emotional. The ones she specially prepared, she didn't have a chance to show them, she just felt that she was ridiculous.

His eyes were a little cold, and she was about to kneel down in fright. I can't connect with the emperor who laughs when he talks and laughs with the queen in Wang Bazi's words.

Or rather, in his eyes. Except for the queen, everyone else is just a servant, so they don't need to be in the corner of their eyes.

But she was unwilling, unwilling!

Everything in this world has to be said by origin, and Gao Zu was just a commoner in the past. Why can't she hope to climb a little higher?

*****

Gillian stood on the highest watchtower in Songshizhai and looked into the distance. The snow-capped mountains raised a layer of milky white mist in the sunlight, floating and swaying gently, as if above the nine heavens.

The mountains rose and fell in the soft mist, and the soft breeze drenched in the sun gently blew into the house, stirring a pool of spring water.

Since I came back the day before yesterday, everything is still normal. The old lady didn't say a word to her more than before, could it be that she and Zhang Boda thought badly?

Fortunately, it doesn't matter much to her whether she learns or not, so Gillian just thinks about it and throws it aside.

I still cook two meals a day as carefully as before, and I read books and enjoy the scenery in my spare time. After reading the books in the room of the red mansion where she lived, she asked the old lady and looked for books in the library in the main courtyard.

Gillian only loves mythological novels when she reads books, and she doesn't love the rest at all. But I didn't think that the old lady had a lot of things that he hadn't read, and the richness of the collection of books was rare in the palace.

It seems that there are many of them who burned books and pit Confucianism by Qin Shi Huang.

On this day, Gillian was sitting on the ground on the second floor. After listening to the lingering spring rain, he finished reading the bamboo slip in his hand, stood up and put it back as it was.

But he accidentally brought a silk book, but it was a musical score when it was scattered.

She loves the piano, and she has read a lot of musical scores. This volume of music was composed of nine songs, and she couldn't help but hum it.

After finishing the silk book, I was about to look for it again. But I heard someone pacing in, "Zhonggong understands the sound?" ”

It's an old lady, and he has a normal tone. But Gillian heard some questions in it, and she really didn't dare to be interested in anything else since here. The old lady was afraid that she would think that she was spoiled and would not know anything.

He immediately replied, "I understand a little." ”

The old lady asked again, "What can you play?" ”

"Guqin."

The old lady summoned her to the study and burned the piano. "The old man has been in the mountains for a long time, and he doesn't hear the music of the world, so he can play it at will in the middle palace."

Gillian sat in front of the desk and knew that it was a good piano. Try the tone again, and the timbre is loud. I played it with my bare hands, and the sound of the piano gurgled out.

Rolling, whisking, squeezing, note, up, down and other fingerings, swaying freely under Gillian's hands, still seeing the top of the mountain, and like a cold current in the secluded world, clear and cold.

Listen quietly and feel at ease. In a trance, it makes people feel like crossing the high gorge in a dangerous boat, dizzy and dizzy, and almost suspicious that they are already in the midst of thousands of ravines. For a while, it seemed that the light boat had passed, and the aftermath was rocky.

The sound of the piano is faint, spreading in the pine stone zhai.

Zhang Boda was cleaning the window lattice, and when he heard this beautiful piano sound, he couldn't help but stop and listen.

At the end of the song, the old lady was able to come back to her senses for a long time. High-fived and sighed: "No wonder Kezi smells Shao Le, and March doesn't know the smell of meat." Alpine flowing water, what a song of alpine flowing water! ”

The old lady closed her eyes, still reminiscing. With a wave of his hand, he motioned for Gillian to go. Gillian got up softly and was about to lead the door out. Then I heard the old lady say, "Take away the piano and give it to you, and it will be wasted here with the old man." (To be continued.) )