Inside the Zhaoyang Palace.

King Jing took the initiative to ask Ying, instead of a palace maid, stretched out his wrist, and let Concubine Lu Jing hold her and walk into the Zhaoyang Hall together.

When he was about to enter the inner hall, King Jing suddenly paused, and his eyes fell on the garden on the side of the path.

As far as the eye can see, the branches of peony in the garden are set against the backdrop of green leaves, the blooming is charming and charming, red, purple, pink, one by one peony flowers stretch the petals to their heart's content, like a dancing lady fanning the skirt, beautiful and luxurious, beautiful and fragrant, beautiful and beautiful.

In particular, two peonies stand out, with petals half dark purple and black, and half red as blood.

Familiar peonies.

Familiar memories.

When I was a child, I played hide and seek with the Three Emperor Brothers and Ning An in the garden of Rongfu Palace, and the Three Emperor Brothers accidentally stepped on a peony like this, which is half dark purple and half red, and I still remember that it made Concubine Du's heart ache for a long time.

"What's wrong, Zhen'er?" Concubine Lu Jing asked.

"Mother, if the child remembers correctly, these peony flowers are from Concubine Du's palace, right?" King Jing asked in an affirmative tone.

"You remember it well, but not anymore." Concubine Lu Jing turned to look at the peonies in the garden, like blue waves with clear eyes full of pride, the curvature of the corners of her mouth was as perfect as a crescent moon, which can be described as looking back and smiling.

Peony is the king of flowers, isn't it a symbol of the lord of the harem, how can she Du Kangfei have a peony garden now.

"The mother concubine likes begonias, and Concubine Du loves peonies, this peony is not what the mother likes, so why should the mother take the love." King Jing shook his head slightly.

"Who gave birth to you, if you don't help your mother, it's just that, how can you help that slut speak." Concubine Lu Jing glanced at King Jing and said angrily, "Mother, I like peonies recently, can't I?" Besides, I just mentioned that I like peonies, which were transplanted from Rongfu Palace by your father, where is my love. ”

"Mother concubine......" King Jing shook his head helplessly and smiled when he saw this.

......

Rongfu Palace has a study, the study is beautifully decorated, there is a guqin, a desk, and a boudoir atmosphere.

"Brother Huang, do you understand?"

Princess Ning An sat at the desk, holding her cheeks with one hand, and her other pink little hand was boredly pulling the corner of the rice paper and scribbling around.

The rice paper is very familiar, it is the rice paper that Zhu Ping'an wrote the poem "Lying Spring".

On the opposite side of the desk, Yuwang copied a copy of "Lying Spring" with a brush in his hand, standing in front of the desk, and thinking seriously while looking at the "Lying Spring" that he had copied. This is the habit he developed when he was a child, and it is also derived from a lesson of Emperor Jiajing, when he was a child, Emperor Jiajing was on a whim, and personally taught King Yu and Prince Zhuang Jing and King Jing a green word, Prince Zhuang Jing and King Jing soon understood, but King Yu didn't understand anything, asked Emperor Jiajing over and over again, Emperor Jiajing was annoyed by the question, and angrily let King Yu fry a hundred times, and taught King Yu that reading a hundred times is self-seeing, you are stupid, copy a hundred times can always be it. From then on, Yuwang slowly formed the habit of using transcription to promote understanding.

After listening to Princess Ning'an's inquiry, King Yu frowned and shook his head slowly.

"Giggles, is the sun coming out in the west today? Didn't Ning An get dizzy when he saw the poems and songs, why did he take the initiative to find your imperial brother to study the poems today. Concubine Du Kang looked at Princess Ning An with a smile on her face and quipped.

"Concubine Du~~ I don't know how to learn......" Princess Ning'an blushed slightly, put the poems in her hand on the table, and ran over to hug Concubine Du Kang's arm and swayed coquettishly.

"Giggles, I'm afraid your father will be worried in the future." Concubine Du Kang chuckled suddenly.

"Why?" Princess Ning'an raised her little face and asked puzzled.

"Giggles, because our Xiao Ning'an is not only naturally beautiful, but now that he is knowledgeable, what kind of horse can be worthy of our Xiao Ning'an, I'm afraid that only Champion Lang can be worthy." Concubine Du Kang covered her small mouth and giggled.

"I don't want to marry the exhibitionist surnamed Zhu...... Niangniang~~ Ning An ignores you. Princess Ning'an heard Concubine Du Kang say that only Zhuangyuanlang was worthy of her, and suddenly thought of an exhibitionist who took off her pants to check the silver vault in public, and she was cold, and every cell in her body was opposed, and she couldn't help but blurt out subconsciously, and after finishing speaking, she looked at Concubine Du Kang's gossip, and suddenly her face was red like a ripe apple, she sighed, and turned around with her head down and ignored Concubine Du Kang in shame and annoyance.

"Alright, alright, no more fun with you." Concubine Du Kang said with a smile.

Only then did Princess Ning An turn around, "Concubine Du, you can't make this kind of joke with Ning An in the future." ”

"Uh-huh." Concubine Du Kang nodded, obviously insincere.

After waiting for the silence here, Yuwang on the other side of the desk seemed to have some clues, and slowly spoke:

"This poem is a good poem if you put aside the rhyme. Perhaps, this is a poem that does not pay attention to rhyme, influenced by Liu Zongyuan's opposition to the Lili text, and has the artistic conception of Su Dongpo and Liu Yongsong, which is catchy and easy to sing, and seems to be a new genre. Dark Plum Whisper ...... One is dark, the other is quiet, and the plum blossoms are simply written into gods. Well, there is also this remote smell lying like water, using the sense of smell to write vision, this technique is used wonderfully, from a distance, the plum blossoms in full bloom of the tree, like a red lake. The back bank is like green, the shore is like green, the shore is like green, it is also excellent, since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say that autumn is better than spring, everyone is using green leaves to line safflowers, but this poem is abnormal, using safflower to line green leaves, pointing out the strong sense of spring, this artistic conception is really beautiful, comparable to "Spring River Flower Moonlit Night". ”

"Is that exhibitionist so well written? I'm not unfamiliar with his broken poems. After listening to King Yu's interpretation, Princess Ning'an stretched out her little hand to take the rice paper in her hand, and then slapped the rice paper on the table with disdain.

It turns out that he writes so well, hum, but even so, I'm not rare, do you think you bother to write a good poem, I can be impressed by you, I've read too many drama scripts, let's dream, hum!

Of course, although Princess Ning'an has a hundred in her heart, her vanity is still satisfied.

"What poems are so good, let me see. The dark plum smells the flowers, and the lying branches are sad and hateful. Lying like water in the distance, it is easy to penetrate the spring green ......"

Concubine Du Kang said and took the rice paper on the table in her hand, read it in a whisper and didn't know why, and then looked at it again, her eyes flashed, and she seemed to be thoughtful, so she immediately went back and looked at it again, and read it again in a low voice, and suddenly her pretty face was red, and she almost couldn't help laughing, stretched out her slender jade hand to cover her small mouth, her fragrant shoulders trembled, and a pair of big eyes were bent into a crescent moon.

Seeing this, King Yu looked at Concubine Du Kang with a confused expression.

The same goes for Princess Ning'an.

Seeing the bewildered looks of the two of them, Concubine Du Kang covered her mouth so much that she couldn't help it, she giggled, the flowers and branches of laughter trembled, and she laughed as if she was about to lose her breath.