The night is long, and the person who misses has no intention of sleeping. Nangong Meng was lying in bed, thinking about those past events all night. That kind of longing that goes deep into the bone marrow has long become a habit.

The next morning, as soon as Lan Gongmeng got up, Xiaolan walked in with hot water, "Niangniang, you didn't sleep last night, okay?" ”

"Well, it's okay, I fell asleep for a while." Xiaolan walked over with a hot handkerchief and whispered the gossip news, "Niangniang, do you know that the rain lady was ordered by the emperor to move out of the cold palace!" ”

"Oh? Are you sure? Nangong Meng didn't have much feeling about this.

"Really, I heard that she has moved back to the Ling Yuxie where she lived before."

"Nanlin's qi must be coming, the emperor has done a good deed by moving her out of the cold palace at this most embarrassing moment, it is said that this rainy concubine also loved the emperor miserably." Although Nangong Meng doesn't care about gossip, in this boring harem, if he doesn't inquire, gossip will also reach his ears.

"Yes, back then, the rain lady was sent into the cold palace, saying that the rain lady collided with the queen, but in fact, it was because the emperor had a new favorite, and the rain lady was vinegar and offended the new favorite." Xiaolan lowered her voice, "The emperor is very fraternal, and he can't compare to our arrogant king's infatuation." ”

The story of Yuwen Aoli and Bingruo, before Nangong Mengyuan married Heqin, Nangong Jue told her. It was the spring of the 460th year of the month of leaving the country, and the prince Yuwen Ao left Weifu for a private visit and lingered in the south of the Yangtze River. In the south of the Yangtze River in early spring, the sun is faint, sprinkled on a piece of goose yellow and tender green, and the humid air carries all kinds of floral fragrances, charming everywhere.

Yuwen Ao finished his business that day and walked to the Shuihan Temple outside the city. The Shuihan Temple is hidden in the middle of the mountain, there are not many pilgrims, only the sound of monks chanting quietly in the light smoke.

Yuwen Aoli walked through the temple and climbed to the top of the mountain. When I came up the mountain, I saw a peach forest, bright and moving, blooming in the grand spring of early March. In front of me is a sea of pink flowers, and the emerald green leaves are dotted, which is really a peach, scorching its bloom. Yuwen Aoli stood quietly for a while, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, and felt relaxed and happy.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a piano, faintly coming from the depths of the peach forest. Yuwen Ao left to follow the sound, but saw a 128 woman in a white dress, sitting under the peach tree playing the piano, the pink petals flying in the sky, lined with flowers like jade, she was even more delicate. The woman's three thousand green silk is casually draped, with curved willow eyebrows, double pupils cut water, sitting quietly there playing the guqin, like a peach blossom fairy, extraordinary, elegant and chic. Even though Yuwen Aoli is a prince who is used to seeing beautiful women, he also sighs in his heart, this woman is too beautiful.

Next to the woman stood a man, slender figure, handsome facial features, also dressed in a white shirt, holding a folding fan, slightly closing his eyes, listening to the woman's piano sound, intoxicated alone. The woman focused on the strings under her hands, occasionally looking up, smiling at the man, and then bowing her head again, playing to herself. What a harmonious picture!

Yuwen Aoli glanced at it lightly, only to feel that a pair of beautiful people were standing in the middle of the picture, and they couldn't bear to break this artistic conception, so they turned around and quietly went down the mountain.

Another afternoon, the spring rain continued, the drizzle quietly weaved the spring of the earth, Yuwen Aoli had a whim, and went to the lake to row. The lake is full of smoke and rain, poetic and picturesque, and the bow of the boat is dotted with raindrops, such as jade and pearls.