After getting drunk that day, Yuxi had a headache for several days. After waking up, I vaguely remembered that I had danced for Begonia, and I wanted to go to Begonia Garden to have a look. However, he ran into the emperor who ordered the two to copy the scriptures, and I heard that even the concubines of the entire harem were copying. It is said that when the death day of the first emperor arrives, all these scriptures will be taken and enshrined. Hearing Pingyao say that the emperor's death day was in winter, Yuxi didn't understand why he had to copy it now, but it was inconvenient to ask more. The affairs in the palace have always been the things that the master asks them to do, so just do it right. If you ask too much, you can find something to do on your own.

Until this day, I heard Xiao Tangzi say that the emperor's birthday is approaching. Yu Xi suddenly realized that he and his father did not want to, and the relationship was so deep.

July 11, night.

On the emperor's birthday, the concubines in the harem wanted to celebrate the emperor's birthday, and the emperor agreed. This is the second time on the bright side, Yuxi and Pingyao can swagger into the harem.

The moon is in the sky, and the breeze scatters the leaves.

All the mothers have already arranged the birthday banquet, just waiting for the emperor alone. Because of the earlier purpose, there should be no extravagance and waste, and everything should be simple. The ladies consulted in private, and worked on the emperor's hobbies they had gathered. Yuxi glanced at it and saw that the chessboard, guqin, pen and ink, melon and fruit snacks had all been placed. Yu Xi smiled lightly and said in her heart, "Look at this posture, will you be able to get a poet friend tonight?"

It is said that it is long past the time of the next dynasty. The ladies seem to be gossiping, but in fact, they have stretched their necks countless times in their hearts, wanting to see clearly. However, I can't hang my face, and it's still a salty chatter. Pingyao knew what they were thinking, so he asked Yuxi to investigate.

Yu Xi stood outside the courtyard gate, stretched his neck and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see the emperor. Sighing slightly, he was stunned, not thinking when he had appeared behind him, and asked in a cold voice, "What are you looking at?" ”

Yu Xi was shocked and looked back at him in a daze.

Under the moon, but when I saw her, her skirt was swaying to the ground, and her eyes were like smoke. Ning Xi couldn't help but shake his heart, and said with a slight smile: "Let's go." "Concubine, welcome to the emperor." "Slave, slave, knock to see the emperor." "No courtesy."

All the palace concubines sat down according to their taste, and Yuxi glanced at it again, except for Concubine Tang of Begonia Garden, who was unwell and recuperated in the garden. The old lady of the Queen Mother has been cultivating in other places since June, and the remaining concubines of some taste have all arrived.

As usual, they greeted each of them and said some words of blessing. If it was in the past, Yuxi liked this kind of scene the most, but tonight, for some reason, I felt stunned, and there seemed to be a nameless fire in my heart.

After three rounds of drinking, listening to Yingying's laughter, Yuxi's intuition was even more uncomfortable. It wasn't until Pingyao pulled her sleeve to remind her that she thanked her and sat on the side with her head down.

"The master said that he would not stand tonight and give him a seat, didn't you hear?"

Yu Xi saw that his jade face was in a trance under the moon shadow, and saw that the corners of his lips seemed to open and close, and he didn't know what to say, so he shook his head slightly. When Pingyao pulled her sleeve again, she came back to her senses in a daze and replied: "Read, write, dream." ”

The concubines covered their fans and smiled, and the emperor asked what she usually did, and she still dreamed. In this world, is there anyone who takes dreaming seriously?

Ning Xi smiled and asked in a low voice, "Then you were asked to write poems, why don't you write them?" ”

Yu Xi was shocked, she naturally didn't hear when the emperor asked her to write poems. After a moment of silence, he said with a smile, "The slave doesn't dare to lift the pen, just because once the pen is lifted, the thoughts are like springs." The slave was scared, so tired that her hands hurt. ”

As soon as these words came out, even Pingyao, who was beside him, couldn't help laughing.

Ning Xi coughed lightly, his eyebrows furrowed, and his face flushed, as if he was curbing something, but he closed his eyes again and leaned back. In a faint tone, he said a little coldly: "You usually grind more, then write grinding." "The slave obeys."

The moonlight is long, and the snow clothes are like flowers.

Yuxi invited pen and ink, and put pen to paper, but what she wrote was messy:

An inkstone pen and ink for whom, shallow bowing head, showing neck hook, foot grace.

Dongfeng took my hand and married Nianhua.

Before she could write, Ning Xi had already paced to her desk. Picked up the snowflake note on the table, looked at it for a while, and when I saw the word "marry", I felt that there was a very light thing in my heart, which suddenly slipped down and became extremely heavy. The taste was sour and painful, indescribable. Then he shook his head casually and smiled: "You, you don't read much, and your writing is really poor." I can't write these sentences. ”

Yuxi saw him walking forward, picked up the poems of Concubine Zhu and Concubine Rong, praised them with a smile, and couldn't help but smile and said: "Emperor Qi, the poems of the slaves and maids are not good, but the operas written are okay." ”

Ning Xitou didn't reply, but said lightly, "Then you can write and take a look." ”

Yu Xi showed an idiotic smile and asked with a smile, "Your Majesty, do you remember the story of the former Ministry of Rites?"

Ning Xi smiled and nodded. Pingyao peeked at the two of them, frowning.

Seeing this, Yuxi lowered his head and wrote.

Pingyao saw that she had written a full page, but she still kept writing, and her thoughts were never broken, so she couldn't help but bow her head and smile: "You have written so many words, it is really a concubine's thoughts." I don't know, do you really think it's the reincarnation of Mrs. Qingcheng? “

When Yuxi heard this, he was silent.

Pingyao didn't want her to be stupid today, and sighed softly in his heart

Under the shadow, he was standing under the moonlight, watching Concubine Zhu and Concubine Rong play against each other.

The flowers fall all over the sleeves, and the light and shadow of the years change.

Since the master went to watch people play against each other, naturally no one paid attention to her, a little female officer who was writing at the desk.

Flowing water, all in one go. Taking the page, she walked up behind him happily and said straightly, "The slave has written." ”

That spirit is like a child. In her eyes, the starlight and moonlight were scorching.

The opponent raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on the chessboard again.

The wind blew through the treetops, and he unfolded his paper to look at it silently. A faint scent of ink hidden in the wrist goes away with the wind. His eyes fell on the small block of the paper with the power of the words.

Song of the Eleventh

In the first life, you are a fairychild, and I am a lady,

When your friends return, we will raise your eyebrows with you before the moon;

In the second life, you are a son, and I am a child,

Treat me with green silk can be saved, and you will be in the flow of music and chess, calligraphy and painting;

In the third life, you are the son of heaven, and I am the daughter of the people,

When I am in the age of peach, you hold others to see that the world is prosperous;

Fourth, you are a poet, I am a village girl,

When you become famous in the world, I will wash the clothes and wash the yarn and talk to the world;

Fifth, you are a monk, I am a believer,

When your six aggregates are empty, I am greedy for Hongchen and look forward to traveling with you to the end of the world;

In the sixth life, you are a Taoist, and I am a fox,

When I concentrate on cultivation, you beat me into three thousand weak waters;

In the seventh world, you are a farmer, and I am a monk and nuns,

When I step on the red dust again, you have married the girl Zhilan in the village or Xiaohua;

In the eighth life, you are the painter, I am the rice paper,

When you dip in ink and describe, who will let you sway the splendid years freely?

In the ninth world, you are the qinist, and I am the guqin,

When you stroke the qin under the moon, who is showing your grace under you?

In the tenth life, you are a talented man, and I am a healer,

Even if I rejuvenate with my skill, it will be difficult to restore your infatuation.

Eleventh, you are a man, I am a woman,

Lovesickness is endless,

You, the merry peerless,

I, pictured-eyed,

Why? Don't allow me, I only commit this peach blossom in my life?

(To be continued.) )