After learning the new song, Yingxian wanted to stay in Yixintang for a while, but Chu Shabai did not show any intention of staying as a guest. I had to thank my master and go back to my room to practice this song "Qingshan Yin" by myself. After a few times, he was refreshed, the heaviness of his limbs suddenly disappeared, and his headache stopped. I went to bed early that night, lying on the bed, Chu Shabai's figure appeared in front of me, and I sighed and wondered. Tiredness hit, but I slept very soundly.

Outside the window, it gradually turned white and brightened. Juanyue retreated, and the pale golden morning light wiped the mess, waking Yingxian from a deep dream. The grass and trees in the courtyard stretched their limbs one after another, confiding in the morning breeze what had been brewing all night. The morning breeze has a similar appearance to the evening breeze, but different virtues. This wanderer, keen to spread the secrets of flowers and leaves in the crevices of the earth for the insects closest to the soil to explore and study, the plants smiled happily because there was another creature in the heavens and the earth that knew about them.

Ying Xian remembered yesterday's piano learning, and couldn't help but smile. Qingyan smelled the sound and came over to serve and freshen up. When I asked, I learned that the princess and her party had not yet returned home. Seeing the spring outside the window, Yingxian decided to go out for a walk.

After breakfast, sit down and rest. Dressed up neatly, sat in front of the dressing table and held up the mirror to take a photo, although the pain was gone, his face was still as pale as paper, there was no trace of blood, and there was still a faint layer of green gas. Yingxian was startled: How can this go out to meet people. When I fumbled, I found that the rouge in the rouge box had been used up. Seeing this, Qingyan said, "Girl, wait a minute." Xinting concocted a new rouge, the color was excellent, and I told her about it. ”

Qingyan went out of the door, and after a while, Chang Xinting came in, holding a silk bag in his hand. When you walk to the dressing table, you don't say much, but first apply lead powder evenly to the surface of the string to make the skin look moisturized and delicate. The silk bag was then opened, revealing a piece of vermilion solid. Pick a few with a hairpin, melt it with water, rub it in the palm of your hand, and pat it on Yingxian's cheeks. Immediately like a white jade halo, drunk at the beginning of the moon, scarlet but not fierce, brilliance connoisseurship.

Ying Xian said happily: "It's really good-looking, I guess it's better than the one in the palace." Xinting, is this what you did? ”

Xin Ting replied in a low voice, "Yes." ”

"Then tell me, how do you make this rouge?"

Xin Ting was stunned for a moment, and snorted: "This rouge preparation method was not invented by me. I just listened to other people's recipes, so I debugged it, but I didn't expect it to be successful. ”

"I only know that ordinary rouge is to put the 'red and blue' flowers in a stone bowl and use a mallet to filter out the yellow juice, and the rest is a red dye, which can be dried in the shade." But when it comes to color, it's not as fresh and bright as yours. Tell me, what else did you add? ”

Xin Ting had no choice but to say: "In addition to the red and blue flower juice, you also need to mix the juice of pomegranate and Su Fangmu, and put it in a porcelain bowl for later use after reconciliation." In addition, use the same amount of red gold leaf, add four points of pearl powder, four points of red coral powder, four points of blood amber powder, and four points of plum blossom borneol, and pound it into a puree with gold leaf. Then pour it into the rouge juice and stir well. Put it under the scorching sun. Wait for the juice to thicken, take the rouge cotton and absorb it, and then dry it until it is extremely dry. ”

"That's it?"

"Not yet. After drying, it should be served in clean bamboo. It must be clean. There is a basin of cold spring water under the bamboo, and a few newly picked fragrant flowers are placed on the rouge in the water, and then moved to the moon together. ”

"Huh? Why is that? ”

"This ...... It is the essence of the moon. Put it for seven or eight days under the moon, and then put it under the scorching sun to expose it to the sun, dry it into a solid state, and finally seal it with plain silk, which can be used in the future. But ......"

"How?"

"If you put it under the moon, after the fifteenth year, you will not be able to take it back. After looking at the moon is the moon of death, and there is no bead under the dew, and the color is withered after being stained, and it cannot be used. ”

Obediently, I can't imagine that the little rouge is so exquisite. The strings are staggering. Nai Dao: "Who taught you this method?" ”

"Back to the girl, before entering the palace, I once knew a flower farmer, who was not only good at growing flowers, but also best understood the use of flowers. This rouge recipe is what he said. ”

Yingxian nodded and said: "No wonder you are responsible for the flower arrangements and plants in the house, it turns out that you have already been taught by a teacher." ”

Xin Ting said with a gloomy expression: "The teacher can't be said. It's just a matter of knowing. After entering the palace, there was no contact. I don't know where I went. ”

Yingxian comforted a few words, and Xinting bowed his head and retreated. Looking at her delicate and timid back, Yingxian couldn't stop sighing softly.

Yingxian remembered that tomorrow would be Qingming, and suddenly moved the idea of watching the people sweep the tombs. She asked about a grave in the northwest of Qing City, so she mounted her horse and headed for her destination. Out of the princess's mansion, Yuqing is sunny and sunny, and the spring light is intoxicating. The horse's hooves are obtained, the dust is light, and the galloping place is rolling up the warm wind, which is indescribably smooth. In the blue sky, there are hard-winged purple swallows, soft-winged dragonflies, plate pisces, and dragon-headed centipedes...... The paper kites cruising in the sky, one by one, want to go straight up with the green clouds, suffering from being pulled by a trace of silver thread behind them, and they will rise and fall up and down if they are not lawless, or they will fall straight to death.

When they arrived at the cemetery, it was really crowded, and the families were busy working at their respective graves with wine and food, dark wallets, and lawn cutting utensils. Those who trim the grass trim the grass, those who add soil add soil, and some press some paper money on the grave, and put the cold food offerings one by one. After that, the family gathered for a meal and a drink. When she saw women and children, she often broke off willow branches, made them into radish rings, and put them on their heads, or used willow branches to put on the offerings that had been removed. There are also girls who tie ribbons between the branches of the trees farther away to make a swing, swinging leisurely, very comfortable. This scene is not so much a worship as an outing. Ying Xian rode his horse and looked at it, and suddenly thought: But I don't know where the graves of my parents are?

The sun is still rising, the grass is stretching endlessly, and the red begonia and green willows in the wind, the flowers and trees are shaded, and the vitality is vigorous. However, under the tombs, there is a sadness buried in each. The world is like a spring, and Shaohua has always been thankful. It is not as good as Chunfang, and it will be fragrant again in the coming year.

Yingxian returned to the princess's mansion from the grave, tied her horse, and rested for a while. After lunch, I recovered a lot of energy. Then he walked into the street and saw willow branches in front of each house. Tossed and turned to the bazaar, the crowd was boiling, and the tug-of-war and cockfighting scenes could be seen everywhere. At first, Yingxian was still watching with relish, forgetting the time, and then the novelty passed, and when I saw that the sky was getting dark, I was ready to go home.

After a few steps, there was a commotion on the road, only to hear a tight bell mixed with the dense sound of horses' hooves, coming from far and near from the south of the road.

In the billowing dust and smoke, two black shadows, like two dark clouds, rushed towards the wind and lightning. When the dark shadow was near, Yingxian saw that they were two horses. The horse in front of him was black and shiny, and there was no stray hair, but the four hooves were snow-white, which was very strange.

On each of the two horses sat a young man, both in their twenties, with a tall posture. The first one is dressed in Liang Guan, the cherry skin is bright, the red lips are smiling instead of smiling, the plump and handsome, straight like the spring moon and willows. But he shouted again and again: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! The second eyebrow cut is new, and his eyes are cold stars, revealing a bit of indifference in his innocence, floating like a lonely cloud. The two of them crossed horses in the crowd, but they seemed to catch a glimpse, attracting praise from passers-by. Since Yingxian returned to the princess's mansion, it was the first time he had seen such a radiant man, and when the two horses were far away, he had been looking at it for a long time, and his heart lake was rippling: I don't know which noble son it is? This Xijian is really an outstanding person. He muttered in his mouth, but he was too embarrassed to ask anyone.

Shanshan walked back to the princess's mansion, entered the house and practiced "Qingshan Yin" for a while, and before she knew it, it was dinner time. Yingxian drank a bowl of poplar porridge and ate a few mouthfuls of fragrant and delicious wormwood dumplings, and felt full. Boredom, I ran to the princess's study to find out what books to read. I casually drew a copy on the shelf, which was "The Biography of the Daughters" edited by Liu Xiang in the Han Dynasty. After reading it for a while, I took another copy of "The Biography of Tang Caizi". I hadn't turned a few pages when a plain note suddenly fell out of the folder. Ying Xian glanced at it, and knew that it was not the handwriting of the second princess. picked up and read carefully, but it was five quatrains. Poetry Cloud:

The heavy curtain covers the blue yarn, and the unique song is hidden. The autumn butterfly is pendant, but the plum is sent to the emperor's house.

The dream falls on the stars and the moon is the boat, and the Jiangguan Yuge spends the spring and autumn. Thousands of cups also hate the freaks, when will Qihu Qiongxiao be off?

Qingfeng has paid Xiangyu, and Zixu is only about to explain Yuwei. Learning from history is good and quiet, and it is a joy to be happy overnight.

Cut out the wick and rinse the court, and the lotus boat stayed in the secluded screen. Fangzi Zhuo An Chenyue, old memories are faintly around Yuanting.

Shaoguang did not know that the liver was broken, and the moon was still a late drunken poem. But I am afraid that the lonely phoenix hears the twilight drum, and the depths of the blue plane carry spiritual thoughts.

Yingxian was about to consider it from the beginning, but she heard a sound outside the house, and then Xiao Ningzi's voice came. Hurriedly inserted the notebook back into the original book and put it back on the shelf. When I arrived at the courtyard to inquire, it turned out that the princess had not come back yet, so she sent Xiao Ningzi back to the house to do some work. Xiao Ningzi explained that on the third day of the Qingming Festival, the princess lived in the palace according to the rites and worshiped the ancestors and ancestors with the emperor. After that, they will go to the house of the horse to worship. Ying Xian's heart tightened, and said: "The horse family is the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Rites?" ”

"Ahem, Lord Yue has now been promoted to prime minister!"

Yingxian let out an "oh", thinking: My son is dead, no matter how big this Yue Daguan is, he may not be a happy person. asked: "By the way, Xiao Ningzi, how much do you know about the colt?" ”

"Master Horse, that's the first talent in Xijian, who hasn't heard of his name?"

Yingxian had also heard Huiyi mention it before, and at that time, she only felt that the princess was very pitiful, but now she was a little more interested in this concubine Yue Qinglan, so she told Xiao Ningzi a story.

Xiao Ningzi "shh Everyone is afraid that the princess will be sad. ”

"Isn't the princess absent now...... Xiao Ningzi, Father-in-law Ning, Mr. Ning! I don't ask you about the things inside and outside the house, who else do you ask? Please. ”

Xiao Ningzi hesitated for a while, then said, "Okay!" But listen to it, and don't report it to the princess. ”

"Never." Yingxian swore on the spot.

The night had completely fallen as before, the breeze was tiptoeing, and Xiao Ningzi's voice lingered in the courtyard: "Actually, we can't say anything about the princess and the princess. I only know that the horse master and the princess have already moved the capital before they got married. At that time, the girl in Xijian City, whether it was the daughter of the Houmen, or the jasper of the small family, who had never heard of the name of Yue Shangshu's son...... Which one didn't feel impressed when he saw him...... In fact, if you want me to say, only our princess can be worthy of him......"

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