"Oh, Sister Fan'er, let me pour this condensation! You rest first! ”

"I'll clean this tea set, Sister Fan'er, you can rest for a while!"

"Let me be born with this fire! Don't burn you! ”

"This tea—"

"I'll make this tea! Flying! The ancient painting fan helplessly looked at the fluttering dance that pushed her aside early in the morning, and shook his head funny.

Piao Wu stretched out his hand and snatched the tea set in the hand of the ancient painting fan again, and said with a stern face: "No, your body is not well, what if 9 is tired again!" You don't know anything when you lie down on the bed, you don't know how worried I am by the way you look! ”

The ancient painting fan sighed helplessly: "Good sister! I know, but it's just making a cup of tea, so how can I be tired! Sister Fluttering is too worried! ”

Piao Wu glanced at her, kept moving in his hands, put tea leaves, added boiling water, and filtered it three times, before he brewed a cup of fragrant tea.

"Oh, that's it! The emperor is still waiting for you, and the work of serving tea will be left to you! I won't rob you! Piao Wu carefully placed the tray in the hand of the ancient painting fan, and said faintly with a blank look.

Gu Huafan looked at her arrogant appearance, and laughed out loud: "Thank you, Sister Piaowu!" ”

Dancing and humming. glanced at her, and couldn't help but laugh!

"Go quickly, don't let the emperor wait!"

"Okay, got it!" The ancient painting fan glanced at her and left with a smile.

Fluttering watched the ancient painting fan leave, looking at her complexion and body that was getting better and better, with a soft smile on the corner of her mouth.

When I walked into the small courtyard, I saw Emperor Chunyuan sitting quietly on the stone bench in the courtyard, and a piano in front of him was lying quietly on the stone table.

Since that night. Emperor Chunyuan always came to sit with her when he was free, sometimes he didn't say a word and just looked at the ordinary guqin, at first she thought that the emperor had taken a fancy to this guqin, so she found a way to give this guqin to him. But he just smiled inexplicably, and said a word that she still didn't seem to understand.

"It should be here, and it can only be here."

What that meant, she didn't understand. However, it can be regarded as understanding that the emperor is not in love with this ordinary piano. She didn't understand until she played a song for him every time he came. The emperor is not interested in the piano, and of course not the person who plays the piano, but the music played by the strings!

Remembering the emperor's abnormality that night. The ancient painting fan didn't dare to ask more questions, so he could only quietly observe the changes in his feelings in the daily relationship. But to no avail, after that night, all the emperor's self-control seemed to be renewed. It made her even more incomprehensible.

If you think about it carefully, it was the emperor's private matter. As long as the king is still well, that's fine.5./books//146/

Suspense and suspicion 1, the president is affectionate and unrepentant. She will also serve with all her heart, without any trouble, and occasionally take some fun for him. Then it is the safest in this deep palace!

"Your Majesty, please use tea."

The ancient painting fan placed the teacup on the table, and stood respectfully with his head bowed to the side. These days, the emperor came to Congxin Pavilion, to be precise, when he came to her small courtyard. I didn't see Gonggong Li and Liufu following, and she usually served with a lot of spirit. In recent days, he has been waiting with twelve points of energy, when the emperor should do something, these have to be reminded, for fear that one will accidentally miss something. These things are all done by Father-in-law Li, and now that Father-in-law Li is not around, she can't slack off.

Emperor Chunyuan looked at the ancient painting fan standing with low eyebrows, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Why are you so restrained, sit down!" You're not in good shape yet, so don't have another one. This imperial study doesn't have your savings, but it's boring. When I'm thirsty, I can't even drink good tea! ”

The ancient painting fan is helpless, Your Majesty, the sip of tea you drank was not carefully selected by the palace maids and eunuchs, and it was carefully made with a hundred of them. If it's not good tea, then how can others be embarrassed, how can they be embarrassed, how can they be embarrassed?

"Thank you for the emperor's sitting." The ancient painting fan blessed the body, and then he picked a position not far from the emperor to sit.

The original **** didn't dare to sit, but she couldn't bear the emperor's order, so she had to sit down, but there was no burden in her heart.

As soon as the ancient painting fan sat down, Emperor Chunyuan pushed the cup of hot tea to her and said softly: "Drink it, warm up, the weather is getting colder and colder!" ”

The ancient painting fan did not shirk, and only then did he hold the teacup in his hand after saying thank you.

I didn't hear a word from the emperor for a long time, and when he looked up, sure enough, he was looking at the guqin in front of him again and became in a trance. His face was very calm, and the corners of his mouth were lightly pursed, as if he was remembering something.

Presumably he was thinking about the person in his heart again, thinking that she had been in the palace for almost three years, and naturally she had heard many rumors about the emperor, although it was forbidden to recite in the palace, she couldn't bear to be mixed with people, and she could always hear many secrets that were secrets or secrets that were not secrets.

The ancient painting fan looked at the face of Emperor Chunyuan, who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, and thought that he had been fighting all his life, and he was a king, and how many people in the world envied and respected. But in the end, it was just the dragon bell sighing alone to the moon. People live for a lifetime, there are rich and poor, there are noble and low, but they can really have no regrets, and there are a few people who have survived, even if that person is a king, has great power in his hands, and is admired by the world, but after all, he is just an ordinary flesh and blood body among thousands of living beings, who will be born, old, sick and die.

Two light sighs scattered, and the ancient painting fan and Emperor Chunyuan glanced at each other, and they both smiled inexplicably.

"Your Majesty, the slave will play a tune for you." The ancient painting fan asked softly. Although she can clearly see that the emperor likes to listen to the song she plays these days, she has also found something that she doesn't know if it is interesting, or something that she is flattered and unbelievable.

Every time, the emperor would look at the guqin in a daze, as long as she mentioned yì to play music for him, he would immediately look happy and wait quietly. But sometimes even if he wanted to hear it, as long as she didn't mention it, he wouldn't tell her to play, which was a miracle!

Thinking of the emperor's reaction that night, Gu Huafan came to a conclusion, that is, he must have attached great importance to and loved the person in his heart, and he had never even suppressed her as the Ninety-Five Emperor. So in the matter of playing the piano, he treated him like that person, and never oppressed people with his identity. I just want him to be able to show him what he likes.

She admired such a Chunyuan Emperor, and she respected this kind and wise emperor from the bottom of her heart.

Pointing and caressing the strings, the song flowed quietly again.

Who is singing, and whose heart is being spoken.

Composed new songs and sang old words.

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

[A generation of palace maids] officially entered V! (To be continued.) )