Pei Nanli quietly watched the rain on the eaves, and the glazed tiles were shining. The rain seemed to have fallen in his heart, and the father-in-law behind him gently put on his fur for him, "Your Majesty, the wind is blowing." ”

He repeated softly, he used to like the wind the most, and the paper kite of that year seemed to still be hanging in his heart. It's a pity that the passing years have been ignored, who has wasted this side of Qingxiu. Now, goodbye is also a strange road, and it is better not to see it. The rain was beating gently, and my heart was torn apart. smiled helplessly, shook off the support of the people around him, and seemed to feel his fragility at that moment, Gao Gonggong looked at the back of the fading away in distress. but they can no longer follow.

It seems that this dream city is too bleak, and there should always be something lively.

"Gao Yan, what kind of banquets are there in the palace in the near future?" He asked, as if in his own words,

"It's almost February 15 back to Your Majesty, and the queen is preparing for the Flower Dynasty Festival." Standing obediently aside, quietly waiting for his instructions.

"Flower Dynasty Festival, it's really fast, remember to let the queen make it grand, there hasn't been a festive look in the palace for a long time."

"Whoa." The figure that slowly retreated, and he couldn't see a trace of fierceness in the eyes of the person behind him.

Jinluan Palace.

The phoenix embroidery, a flower pleated wide-sleeved fairy skirt, all reveal the dignity of this person. At this time, she was flipping through a bunch of Su embroidery, thinking about the silk and satin sent to the palaces, wearing the jade jue, the ruyi incense furnace, and the slender hand flicked, and the white jade abacus crackled, the ink was faint on the paper, and the delicate and handsome small characters were lovely.

He didn't pay attention to the person behind him, turned around and threw himself into his arms, half ashamed. She took a few steps back, her eyelids slightly lowered, like the person in her memory. "The queen is shy?" He said with a smile, his eyebrows curled like the moon.

"How can Your Majesty be free? Finished with the recital? She looked up at him, her eyes like twinkling stars. Blink and blink, make people feel stable.

"The queen is strange that I have neglected you, if you don't like it, then I will go to business." The unhurried tone, the people behind him heard the meaning of banter. Stood behind him in a daze and forgot what to say.

He raised his eyebrows, "I think you need a reason?" The man leaned softly on him, and said no more, but left him to tease. There is a surge of honey in my heart, this is so good, if this is forever then I would rather time stand still day and night, just to have this joy with you. She suddenly remembered something and slipped out of his arms, "Your Majesty, how do you see this flower god embroidery?" ”

She took out the scroll, and the stitches and threads were extremely delicate, and it could be seen that a lot of thought had been put into it. It was a gold thread that was specially paid tribute from Persia. The flowers are full of flowers, as if they are extremely prosperous in spring, and there seems to be a faint fragrance of flowers. The god of flowers is also lifelike, and his eyebrows and eyes are all smiling. The green silk is like a waterfall, and a phoenix hairpin in the hair is extremely luxurious.

"Xizi, I'm afraid that your embroidery skills can't find a second person in the entire Su country." Looking at her thin face, he felt a little distressed.

"Concubine Ai is tired, pay attention to rest, otherwise I will feel distressed." The gentle voice warmed her heart.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, the concubines will cherish themselves." Soft voice comforting, a room of fragrant fragrance.

On February 15, this day is the Flower Dynasty, commonly known as the "Flower God Festival", a traditional festival of the Han nationality. On this day, folk people usually go to the suburbs to visit and enjoy the flowers, and the girls also cut five-colored paper and stick it on the flower branches, which is called "appreciating red". There are customs such as "decorating lion flowers" and "putting flowers and lanterns" in various places, which is to commemorate the birthday of the hundred flowers.

The palace is full of lights on this day, so it's not lively. She dresses up early and takes care of everything. Luoluo is generous and polite, which is very lovely. Not cramped or flustered, ** majesty is just right. He liked the way she looked, like that person. It's a pity that she's not her, it's just three points similar. At this moment, the man was looking at the delicate flowers and lanterns of the trees.

She engraved one stroke at a time, "The south is not separated, and Yuxi is forever." Looking at the ink jumping between the wicks, a smile spreads. She has been waiting for him all her life, but she doesn't know how long she will have to wait, but for him, it will be worth it for as long as she wants. There was peace in the palace, but there was some uneasiness in the air. She seemed to have some premonitions, but they were not very clear, and after eliminating the cluttered thoughts, she was already in a trance and was three minutes behind the time difference.

"Your Majesty, it's time to sacrifice." She opened her mouth leisurely, put on a red dress for him, and tidied up the placket, she looked delicate under the phoenix crown, but she had other interests. The man let her do it, his eyes a little confused. "Today, it's a nice day."

She was stunned for a moment, only to notice that his eye circles were a little sunken, "Your Majesty should also pay attention to rest, don't work too hard, it's good for your body to walk around more." Unhurried movements, she stood aside and waited for his response.

"Queen, let's go."

She followed beside him, and the lady behind her respectfully held the "flower god picture". All kinds of flower cakes have been placed neatly on the altar, and the statue of the god is also sitting upright to worship, he took out the incense and bowed respectfully three times, and when the third worship suddenly the wind blew out the incense, and she frowned instantly, and she looked at him uneasily. He changed the incense and lit it again before worshipping. She followed him through the ritual of worshipping the god of flowers.

Pray for the peace of the country and the people, the abundant harvest of grains, and the fragrance of flowers and fruits.

After the sacrifice, it is the flower dynasty butterfly fluttering meeting. The ladies in the palace will take the net to flutter butterflies, see who flutters more butterflies, who is the winner, the winner can let the saint agree to a small request, are still seventeen or eighteen years old women, the oldest is only twenty, the age of dreaming, the mood of playfulness, at this time seems to have been released by nature, he watched them flutter butterflies on the stage, very happy.

The winner is Concubine Shu, "Your Majesty", she Shi Shiran knelt down, "The concubine wants Your Majesty to promise to let the concubine be free, and from then on, the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha will be with him for a long time, and he will no longer pay attention to Hongchen." His face turned from blue to white, and the man beside him put his hand on him and comforted him.

"Why did Concubine Shu say this? When did this palace imprison your freedom? He stabilized his mind, and his sharp gaze swept to the kneeling person, and the concubines below were holding the mind of watching the play, and they couldn't tell the gloating.

"Your Majesty, the concubine is a woman from the north, she is used to being wild, this palace is very restricted, it is really not suitable for the concubine, and the concubine has lost her beloved son, her original intention is thin, and she has forgotten Your Majesty." Caught off guard and poked in the sore spot, he looked at the woman who was not afraid of the sky and the earth angrily, the wine cup was empty, he looked at the unprecedented firmness, and no longer hesitated.

"Concubine Shu devoted herself to the Buddha, volunteered to pray for the Queen Mother, chanted the Buddha every day, wore an empty robe, and talked about filial piety." He rubbed his swollen forehead, what was wrong today. But there was no festive celebration, he was not in the mood to play, so he left the table first, and the queen could only take care of it.