464 Concubine Qiao pondered Jiangnan silk

"Sister, your body is weak, why did you come out!?" Wei Hongxing asked with concern.

"It's too stuffy in the house, and when you come out for a walk, your heart will brighten up." Giovanni approached and took the other man's hand.

Wei Hongxing remembered that not long after the two entered the palace, they became good sisters, and sometimes they would hold hands and walk, and there were endless words. The two were the same age, and Giovanni was only a few days older than him, but he took care of himself like a sister.

In a flash, two years have passed, life has not improved, and she is still a maid in the queen's palace, and she can't see any light.

"Sister, will we be lonely for the rest of our lives?" Wei Hongxing grumbled softly.

"We are all the emperor's women, only when we are close to the emperor can we have a bright future!" Giovanni was not discouraged.

"Sister, there are too many beauties around the emperor. We are just the queen's maids, how can we attract the emperor's attention? - I wouldn't have died like that! ”

"It's man-made, show your charm, sooner or later the emperor will pay attention!"

In addition to carefully waiting for the empress, Giovanni read and wrote in his spare time.

"Sister, do you want to take the top prize?" Wei Hongxing said with a smile.

"If I were a man, I would definitely take the imperial examination...... Red apricot, the book is less hated when it is used, and I don't know how to use it at the right time. Giovanni was always so positive.

One day, the emperor came again, and the queen accompanied him to enjoy the flowers in the back garden. Giovanni, Wei Hongxing and the others waited cautiously on the side.

Zhao Ji is a romantic man, and naturally likes to talk about romantic things.

"Once, the great lyricist Su Dongpo and the great lyricist Zhang Xian went to the lake and saw a lotus flower blooming, so they wrote a poem. - Can the queen read it? The Emperor said with great interest.

"The emperor is well-read, and the concubine reads too few books. Is Zhang Xian the 'Zhang Sanying'? The queen asked.

"Exactly, exactly. There are a lot of stories about this guy, and I can't help but laugh when I think about it. The emperor didn't say anything, he smiled first, and then said: "When Zhang Xian was 80 years old, he married an 18-year-old beauty as a concubine. And wrote a poem: 'I am eighty years old and eighteen, and I am red and I have white hair. It is the same as the Qing upside down, only separated by a sixtieth in the middle. Su Dongpo came to congratulate, and after reading the poem, he was full of poetry, and he also wrote a poem below: 'Eighteen brides and eighty langs, with white hair and red makeup. The mandarin ducks are made into a double night, and a pear flower presses the begonia. ’”

As soon as the emperor's words fell, the queen smiled, and the maids and eunuchs were also happy.

"The emperor really knows how to tell jokes." The queen still smiled.

"This is not a joke, it is that the eighty-year-old Zhang Xian and the eighteen-year-old bride have given birth to two more sons!" The emperor said seriously.

Everyone was surprised.

Zhang Xian is 47 years older than Su Dongpo, but the two are friends for the New Year. The two of them traveled to the lake, and the east slope wrote a poem: 'The rain on Phoenix Mountain is sunny at the beginning of the day, the water and wind are clear, and the sunset is bright. A hibiscus, blooming over Shang Yingying. Where to fly the double egrets, if you want to, Mu Huanting. '—Queen, do you know the next step? ”

"I really haven't read this poem." The queen was a little embarrassed to say.

"Who knows what to do?" The Emperor asked aloud.

People were silent. Some people know, but they are afraid that saying it will make the queen's face look bad, and more people don't know.

"No one has ever read such a good word!" The emperor sighed softly.

"Your Majesty, if the slave remembers correctly, it should be like this—" Giovanni stepped out of the crowd.

"If you know, speak up."

"'I suddenly heard that the river was making a mourning kite, bitter and affectionate, who to send! The smoke gathers and the clouds are harvested, and it is Xiangling according to the contract. If you want to wait for the end of the song to ask for it, no one will be seen, and the peaks will be green. I don't know if I remember, right? ”

"Word for word. - What's your name? ”

The emperor suddenly became interested in Giovanni.

"The slave's name is Giovanni."

"Giovanni, good name!"

"Where are the people?"

"My hometown is on the edge of the West Lake."

"Good! Su Dongpo's poem is written about West Lake! There are many beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and the silk is the most famous! ”

On the same day, the emperor rewarded Giovanni with a dress made of Jiangnan silk, which was soft and refreshing, thin and transparent. The next day, the emperor was lucky to have Giovanni and felt very good. Later, Giovanni often slept in bed, rose step by step, and finally became a concubine.

Giovanni did not forget his good sister Wei Hongxing and recommended her to the emperor. Wei Hongxing's charm skills were a little worse, and she failed to envelop the emperor, but her stomach was more competitive, and the dragon seed became a human, either someone else or Zhao Gou.

Giovanni was a southerner, and he especially hated the weather in the north, which was dry and cold. In my dreams, I often dream of the willows of the West Lake and the silk of the south of the Yangtze River. Zhao Ji gave her the Jiangnan silk clothes, and after only wearing them a few times, they were pressed under the box. It's a pity that it was reduced to ashes in a fire. But it often appears in dreams and comes to mind......

"Sister, it's too cold outside, let's go back!" Wei Hongxing took Giovanni's hand and walked back.

"Sister, go to my house tonight. In the future, it will be difficult for us to see each other. Giovanni pulled Wei Hongxing to his room.

After the death of Zhao Ji of Song Huizong, his women also left one after another, and only half of them remained. Each of them lives in their own houses, and there are fewer and fewer contacts. Today, there are half as many prisoners as there are in the cities of the Five Kingdoms, and the size of the dwellings has doubled. In contrast, Zhao Ji's women are still treated kindly.

When it's cold, fire is the best food. Giovanni had already prepared a small hot pot and personally cleaned it up, and soon the house was filled with the smell of mutton.

The two sat opposite the kang table, eating meat, drinking wine, and gossiping.

"Hongxing, your hard life, this time it's going to come to an end! Sister is happy for you! I'm a toast to you! Giovanni raised his glass.

"Don't, I should give my sister this cup." Wei Hongxing hurriedly said, and the two dried up the wine.

You look at me, I look at you, there is nothing to say for a while, there is silence for a long time.

"I miss the days when we first met! Even though we are just palace maids, I have never been discouraged, and I always feel that the future is bright......" Giovanni said with great emotion.

"Sister, I know all about your intentions. I, Wei Hongxing, am not an ungrateful person. Without my sister's support back then, I would not have had the opportunity to get close to the emperor, let alone have a structure, so I could only live in the palace for the rest of my life...... Sister, don't worry! As long as I can return to the south, I will definitely find a way to rescue my sister and we will enjoy the last time together. You grew up on the edge of the West Lake, so let's get a house on the edge of the West Lake and play around the West Lake all day long! - If I lose my sister's affection, I will become blind. Wei Hongxing said very sincerely.

Giovanni didn't say anything more, grabbed Wei Hongxing's hand, and shook it vigorously. In a flash, it has been almost 40 years with West Lake. White causeway, Su Causeway, West Lake willow, fluttering like fairy Jiangnan silk...... It resurfaces in front of my eyes.

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