The season of fragrant osmanthus.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as the Reunion Festival.

Since ancient times, the royal family has the custom of admiring the moon under the laurel, drinking osmanthus wine, chanting poetry, burning incense and worshipping the moon, on this day, the girls worship the moon and pray for marriage, hoping to be worthy of a good couple, and the women pray for Shaohua to stay, the youth will be kept forever, and the husband and wife will be harmonious.

Every year, Concubine Fan asked people to make mooncakes of various flavors, and then distributed them to courtiers and palace people.

This year is no exception, early in the morning, the palace envoy of Chongyang Hall came, and sent the moon cakes and fresh melons and fruits for the festival, which are all Yuan Lingjun's favorite foods on weekdays.

The palace envoy made clear the meaning of Fan Guifei: Tonight at the shelter to worship the Taiyin Star Monarch, the lord must go to participate. In addition, Qu Wangjun will also go.

Yuan Lingjun was in a good mood. She promised the nephew of the Fan family to stay by her side as a guard and become Fan Jiang's eyeliner, and Fan Jiang should also fulfill her promise to let her and Qu Yi return to normal married life.

In the evening, Yuan Lingjun bathed and changed clothes, groomed in the mirror, and stared at his other self in the mirror.

Her long hair was draped at the back of her neck, two shallow pear swirls hung from her mouth, and her newly-made dark white coat was embroidered with crane patterns with gold thread.

"Kunjiao, comb my bun. You'll wear your hair in a bun that doesn't feel heavy when you run. ”

Kunjiao, who was kneeling behind her and combing her hair, stopped combing her comb and said with a smile: "The little maid will comb all the hair buns." The lord has grown up and knows that he loves beauty. "Dip in a little osmanthus oil and continue combing.

The hair exudes a subtle scent of osmanthus flowers.

"You mean, I used to be like a child?" Is it because you don't comb your hair and look like a child? Yuan Lingjun looked through the mirror, Kunjiao had a meticulous bun on the top of her head, she murmured, and grabbed the gilded hairpin in the makeup reduction. He called her stupid boy!

"What did the Lord think?" Kunjiao asked. Wear her hair over and over again with a sandalwood comb, straighten it out and comb it into an age-appropriate bun, insert a white and red hosta, and finally decorate the hair with a gilt hairpin.

"Nothing."

Yuan Lingjun's eyes wandered, looking at Kunjiao through the mirror, Kunjiao is five years older than her, she is a real adult, what is the difference between her and herself? The body seems to be taller than himself, the eyebrows and eyes are more obvious, and the waist is thinner......

Yikes! Yuan Lingjun bit his fingers, opened his eyes, held his breath, glanced at Kunjiao's chest again, and then squinted at the adult palace maids who came in and out, and finally lowered his gaze to look at his chest, which seemed to be much smaller.

After Kunjiao finished combing her hair, Yuan Lingjun immediately got up and ran towards the inner room. Kunjiao didn't know what to mean, and was about to follow to take a look, but Yuan Lingjun came out.

"Kunjiao, let's go."

Yuan Lingjun covered his blushing face with his sleeves, and moved his steps slightly, but the peiyu on his body did not make a sound. She stuffed some cotton into her gown, and if she moved too much, the cotton would fall out. What a shame it would be to be discovered.

But thinking of Qu Yi, she immediately forgot about it, quickened her pace, and finally trotted up.

The branches of the wooden trees bloomed with small golden flowers, and the whole shelter was filled with a good fragrance, and the palace maid walked in the palace where the osmanthus flowers were fragrant, and when she saw Yuan Lingjun, she stopped to salute.

The palace maid on duty at the shelter at night is arranging incense cases and displaying melons and fruit mooncakes.

Yuan Lingjun greeted them, picked up a piece of moon cake under the expression of the palace maids who wanted to speak and stopped, and took a bite to remove the small half, which was filled with osmanthus flowers, and she also found that the moon cake was different from that sent by the palace envoy, the rabbit was painted on the cake surface, and she looked at the rest of the cakes, some painted the Moon Palace, some painted Chang'e, and the osmanthus tree.

"Lord, moon cakes can only be eaten after the sacrifice." A palace maid said.

Yuan Lingjun took another bite: "In the past, my mother was worshipping the moon, and Lone was the first time, and the adults never told each other, how could Lone know." Oh, it really doesn't work, so it's better to put it back. ”

She rolled her eyes and returned the mooncake to the plate, wiping her fingers off the crumbs on her cuffs without a trace.

The palace maid was dumbfounded.

Only half of the mooncake is lying on the plate eerily, showing its difference.

The moon hung in the middle of the canopy, big and bright, like a large round silver basin.

Water chestnut, chestnut and persimmon are placed on the incense table, and the pagoda-shaped incense is burned, and a burst of floral fragrance wafts from the purple gold furnace at the corner of the case.

Yuan Lingjun finished the sacrifice under the guidance of the female official and hurried to the main hall of the shelter.

Concubine Fan sat on the main seat, combed her hair in a high bun, dressed in white, and her expression was faint. Seeing Yuan Lingjun coming in, Concubine Fan looked at her strangely, and there was no snail snail

Qu Yi is really here. Yuan Lingjun was secretly happy, took off his cloak, and hurriedly stepped forward.

Qu Yi sat down, wearing a moon-white dark coat, although it was the same as usual, but his face was not very good.

Is he sick? Yuan Lingjun couldn't even ask.

Qu Yi smiled at her. Except for the wedding day, she also combed her hair in a bun for the first time, and she looked a lot more mature.

Yuan Lingjun pursed his lips and smiled, walked to Qu Yi's side to sit down, but stopped abruptly, with a shocked face, neither advancing nor retreating.

Which careless palace man forgot to set her seat. Just as she was about to summon someone to sit for her, a voice broke the awkward situation.

"Fan Xin greets the lord!"

Yuan Lingjun looked at the place where the voice came from and found that there was another person. As if he understood Fan Jiang's intentions, Yuan Lingjun's mood suddenly sank.

She didn't speak, and Fan Xin kept lying on the ground.

Fan Guifei looked at the three people in front of her, her eyes were cold: "Fan Xin, go and pour a glass of wine for His Highness, remember, bow to His Highness." ”

"Wait, please explain to Mother, what do you mean by this?" The neglected young queen changed her face, and her cheeks flushed.

"Today's festival, the king will sit down and eat some melon and fruit mooncakes first, and when Fan Xin has made a big gift, the king will understand." Concubine Fan suppressed her smile and swept her gaze straight to the person who was still kneeling, "Fan Xin! ”

The man on the ground finally raised his head and slowly got up on his knees, his legs moving very slowly.

The clear Gan Rin poured into the white jade cup, drawing a slender arc in the air, Fan Xin held the cup, and approached the opposite Qu Yi.

Wine spilled from the glass, wetting the gorgeous cuffs. His hands were shaking.

Lift that glass of wine and break with Fan Jiang. Yuan Lingjun thought so and decided to do so.

But her cuffs were grabbed by a force. Yuan Lingjun turned his head, staring in disbelief at the hand that was holding the sleeve, the hand that held the authority of the deputy monarch.

Qu Yi let go of his hand, pretended to smile easily, and took the wine: "Thank you!" ”

Fan Xin took a step back, knelt down in his clothes, lowered his hands to the ground, bowed his head, and bowed again.

Qu Yi raised his neck and drank the glass of wine. The taste is spicy, but the heart is bitter.

Fan Guifei's hearty laughter came from above: "Although he is my nephew, as a servant, he still needs His Highness's patience to teach, so Fan Xin will entrust it to Changshan Palace." ”

"Enough!" Yuan Lingjun, who looked at him silently, shouted.

Looking at Fan Jiang, who was playing with himself, and Qu Yi, who was making decisions for himself without authorization, Yuan Lingjun's face turned pale. She naively believed Fan Jiang's words and believed that Fan Xin was just here to be her guard.

Yuan Lingjun suppressed his anger: "Fan Xin can rest assured that he will hand it over to Changshan Palace, his mind can accommodate Jiang Hai and more Fan Xin." ”

She snorted coldly and walked away.