In the early morning bamboo forest, the faint fragrance of bamboo is mixed with the fragrance of the earth. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Meijing stretched her neck and looked around, but she didn't see the person sent by Mama Hong, the bamboo forest was empty, the path under her feet was clean, and it was obvious that the rough maids who were in charge of cleaning had already come.

"Anyone? I'm beautiful. "The view whispered.

There was silence all around, only a gentle breeze blowing through the bamboo branches and a beautiful rustling sound.

This bamboo forest is after Princess Rui enters the door, after two or three years, it has been lush and verdant, and because the princess often brings the little princess to play here, there is no one here, and the maids and women who occasionally chat lazily and chatter dare not come here, for fear of meeting the princess or the big maids around the princess.

An inexplicable uneasiness came to her heart, Meijing didn't want to stay here, she was going to find the little girl to ask for clarification.

At this time, she suddenly remembered that the little girl didn't seem to be from the backyard.

The west road is bounded by the Hanging Flower Gate and is divided into a front yard and a back yard. The back office, the guard's office, and the tent are all in the front yard, and the back yard is where the ladies live.

The more Meijing thought about it, the more frightened she became, secretly blaming herself for not being calm enough, and when she heard that Mama Hong was looking for her, she didn't think much about it. alas

Actually, she can't be blamed for this. This is Wangfu West Road, how could she have thought that someone would try to deceive her?

Thinking of this, she turned and left, but at this moment, she heard someone calling her name, in a low voice, but very young.

"Beautiful Girl......"

It's a man's voice, it's a man!

Meijing was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw a person walking out from behind a few bamboos.

It was a young man, dressed in the clothes of a young man, but tall and tall, and he should be seventeen or eighteen years old.

Even when Xiao Seventeen and Brother Nan were there, there were only two young guys in the entire backyard, Chang'an and Shuangxi, and now Shuangxi followed Seventeen and Brother Nan to the prince's office, and Chang'an also went to the front yard because of his age, and Prince Rui saw that the princess had no one available, so he sent two eleven or twelve-year-old attendants to call her.

But the chamberlain is a eunuch, and there is nothing in the palace, but it is very inconvenient to go out, so in addition to going back and forth between the middle road and the east road, these two little chamberlains usually work in Yimingxuan, where the seventeenth prince lived, and rarely come here.

Moreover, this person is obviously not an inner servant, but if he is not an inner attendant, how can there be an adult servant in the backyard?

Chang'an is the princess's companion, and when she reaches the age of fifteen, she can only go to the front yard on an errand, let alone others.

Meijing felt that the person in front of her was a little familiar, but she couldn't remember which one it was for a while.

She frowned and asked unhappily, "Where are you on an errand?" Why did you come here under the banner of Red Mama? ”

Mama Hong used to be from the Needlework Bureau, and she was half of the palace, how could she not understand the rules and send a little girl of such age to deliver the message?

Hearing this, the man's face was red, and in the slightly cold weather, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, as if he was nervous, his hands were clenched tightly, and the exposed knuckles were blue and white because of nervousness.

"Don't be afraid, girl...... I...... I...... I'm not a bad person...... My name is Ji Lin, and my uncle is the Ji steward in the front yard, and I ...... I'm eighteen, and my uncle and aunt have betrothed me to marry me, but I want to ask you. ”

Ji Lin stammered, his voice trembling nervously, but his eyes looked at the beautiful scenery without squinting.

Meijing suddenly understood, she was ashamed and angry, and scolded: "Since you are the nephew of the Ji Steward, then you will not be ignorant of the rules." Not to mention the dignified palace, even ordinary people can't trespass into the inner house. For the sake of the steward's face, you hurry up, this thing will be treated as if it never happened, and Hugh will talk nonsense. ”

After speaking, she pulled her legs and left, Ji Lin was stunned, he didn't expect that he risked being beaten to death by a stick and came here in the name of his uncle, and this was the result.

He hadn't even asked if he remembered him.

He was only fifteen years old that year, and his uncle was transferred from Zhuangzi to the palace, and the tent went to Muxitang to see the prince, and he went to deliver things, and saw the beautiful scenery for the first time.

The prince sat on the big kang near the window, the beautiful scenery knelt behind the prince, combing the prince's hair, she seemed to have just woken up, and with a trace of laziness, she did not wear the clothes of the maids in the house, but wore a pink shirt, revealing a snow-white neck, strands of hair hanging down, sticking to the neck, she gently brushed it away with her hand, and the wind could not stop it.

He looked stupid, and was knocked by his uncle with an elbow before he came back to his senses, and he was so ashamed that he didn't know what to do, but his eyes still wanted to look at her.

That night, he dreamed of her, and in the morning he changed the quilt in a panic, and was seen by his uncle, who smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and did not reproach him. But he was so ashamed that he hated to go into the hole.

After a long time, he had the courage to ask his uncle who the beauty he saw that day was.

He still remembered that his uncle smiled a little awkwardly: "That's to warm the prince's bed." ”

He didn't understand for a moment what it meant to warm the bed, and when he did, he sat alone in the grove and cried.

Soon the prince married the princess, and then accepted two more wives, he often wondered, will the prince give her a name?

If the prince lifted her as a concubine, then he might never see her again.

If she doesn't have a name, will the prince let her out when he gets tired of her?

But what man would get tired of a beauty like her?

He waited for a long time, and finally waited for his chance. That day, she and a few maids got off the car from the corner gate, and a few people walked through the front yard to the weeping flower gate.

It happened that a small bead flower on her head fell on the grass, and she didn't pay attention.

He picked up the beaded flower, and boldly stopped her, and when he returned it to her, his fingers inadvertently touched her palm, and the crisp numbness went from his fingers to his arm, all the way to his heart.

He didn't know why he was here today, he just wanted to meet her and ask her if she remembered herself.

But in the end, he couldn't say it, he stupidly watched the beautiful scenery run out of the bamboo forest, and he didn't chase it.

The uncle wants to find him a capable and calm one, preferably like the former Begonia and the current Huancui, and retreat to the second, like Bai Lu and Xi'er, who will be well-behaved and will please the princess; The aunt wanted to find him an honest and reliable girl, such as the girl who was almost hired.

If they knew that he was thinking about the beautiful scenery, his uncle would immediately close the doors and windows for fear of being heard, and then even coax and intimidate him to break his mind.

As for the aunt, maybe he will find a Taoist priest to exorcise demons for him, and when the aunt usually talks about the beautiful scenery in private with a few mothers-in-law, she directly calls her a fox.

Ji Lin didn't know how he left the bamboo forest, he staggered back home, and fell ill.

In a daze, he seemed to be talking all the time, but he didn't know what he was talking about.

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(To be continued.) )