I stepped into the house, and saw that the house was already full of emerald color, the grass was slender and beautiful, the flowers were charming and delicate, according to the roots of the wall, and in front of the olive steps, all of them were green. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A piece of powder, a few thousands of poles in front of the house, once for Qin Qing to take the "pay two" to trim stupidly green bamboo also each pumped new shoots, weeping willow dense sprouts and drooping hair like a drooping beauty long hair, a pool of spring water in the backyard dissolves the blue waves, and the courtyard is high and low songs, showing another spirit.

"Every year is like spring, and every year is different," I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

After walking through the entrance, on the edge of the veranda on the pink glazed shadow wall of the inner and outer pavilions, Jinping Zheng came out of the main hall bedroom with a copper basin, saw me, and even greeted the salute, and called to the inside: "The master is back," and looked up to me and said, "Miss is in the warm pavilion." ”

I smiled and nodded at her, and she took the basin and headed towards the backyard.

I saw that the old branches in the courtyard, all hung lamps, and hung white silk, when it was nearly dusk, more and more flowers and plants emerald and white silk silk, stepped into the main hall, and went around to the west side of the warm pavilion.

A blue sprinkled soft curtain hangs from the copper hook, a mattress covered with gold embroidered thread, and a small silver wire gargle box with a lid sits next to it. Qin Qing took the sable Zhaojun set in the homely month, with a sky-blue sprinkler jacket, a silver-edged piping armor with stone blue carved silk, and a white velvet brocade robe in his hand, his face was as moist and lovely as a bud, and his eyes were black and bright like obsidian to welcome the brilliance of the extraterrestrial child.

My heart was hot, but I heard the little baby cry and chirp with two little hands straight to the bed. In that direction, he was holding Zixiao, holding a round bun, wearing a novel palace veil and white silk flowers, a close-fitting color jacket, rose and purple two-color gold and silver thread shoulders, a green and yellow satin pleated skirt, and Ling Sifu who was light and elegant.

Ling Sifu immediately put down Zixiao, sat on the edge of the bed, and continued to sing to the child, "In the fierce wind, the heart aches, the sky is full of clouds, and the sword is in hand..."

Yu Wenchen, who was guarding the tea bowl stove along the side, saw it, smiled at me busily, and explained: "Youyou likes this song, and it just so happens that my sister-in-law also likes it, so Sifu sang a few words." ”

I stood there, only looking at Qin Qing, the two of them looked at each other, looking at each other.

Her face was a pale pink, as if she had been coated with rouge Feixia, and between her eyebrows and temples were covered with a round black color ointment with the size of her fingernails, which was pretty and delicate. Seeing her with anger and joy, and her eyes flowing with affection, my heart couldn't help but leave the troubles of the world.

But I heard her say, "Come and hug the child, this is our Youyou, a name that my father and the Lord asked for, called Fu Yingyou." ”

The nurse who had been lying on the side of the bed behind her picked up the child and handed it to me with the brocade mattress. When I looked, the little girl had not yet grown her hair, only a little weight was soft, her skin was fair and even, as if it were shining with light, her eyes looked me up and down as cunningly as a kitten, her little nose was a little curled, her little lips were long, and the corners of her mouth were stained with a little milk.

Yu Wenchen behind him couldn't help laughing, and said, "Look at this girl, this look looks like General Fu, they all say that girls are like mothers, but I think Youyou is more like a father." ”

I held the child, with a kind of reverent apprehension and indescribable joy, when I pressed her a little harder, the little man himself took the initiative to tighten his body into my arms, this gentle interaction, actually made me happy for a while as if my heart rode the cotton cloud in the sky many laps, I really want to rub her into my body and hug.

But because the nurse has been guiding the posture, and why Ling Sifu and Yu Wenchen next to him have some questions here, they only hugged for less than half an hour, so Qin Qing asked me to hand the child back to the nurse first and take it down to rest. Yu Wenchen and Fu Yingyou also understood and said goodbye.

Not long after, Jinping came in and took the lamp, and the white lights were on, swaying and beating, making people's hearts pound. Cuimo also came in, and called a few girls to hold a copper basin and a brocade box to eat, and put nourishing cups such as wolfberry and red date porridge and bird's nest rice wine on the bed. I pulled a beautiful woman and handed it to Jinping, Jinping leaned behind Qin Qing, handed the chopsticks, and the two of them ate face to face.

"Xing Qiuyan's mother had an accident, my brother and father went back to their respective homes, I thought that there was nothing big about secrets in this house after all, so I arranged Ling Sifu and Yu Wenchen to live here temporarily, and I went to ask for instructions from the lord and the eldest princess, and they haven't made up their minds about whether to solicit Yu Wenchen or what, so it's also this idea." Qin Qing saw my gaze and confusion when I entered the door, and saw that everyone had retreated, so he said slowly to me.

I raised the silver chopsticks in my hand and picked out a goose paw from the food box, put it on the plate beside Qin Qing, and put another one in my mouth, "It's crispy and delicious," I nodded, "It's just that I think more about the yellow lamb leg meat and roast pork liver, you don't know, the Luo Wei people don't eat much pork so far, so they have to eat fish, shrimp and seafood, and after a long time, it's not interesting." ”

Qin Qing wiped his mouth with the handkerchief at hand, adjusted his body slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and said, "I'm going to talk to you about serious things." You're just interrupting. When did you make the water of gold, but even I hid it. ”

When I saw her white fingers move over, I couldn't help but feel excited, and I didn't want her to worry about the postpartum period, so I lined up the topic of unpleasantness, only kissed her white wrist with a hippie smile, looked at the silver double-buckle bracelet on it, and smiled, "But I miss me." In the future, I have to call you Youyouniang, and I'm Youyou's father. ”

Hearing the mention of his daughter, Qin Qing's face was immediately filled with happiness, and his slightly plump cheeks had a dazzling light, and he only smiled slightly, and said, "Although family affairs are smooth, national affairs are turbulent." Now that Prince Jing has died, I really don't know where to go in the future. In a few days, it will be time for Prince Jing to come out of the funeral, hey. ”

I stepped on my side and got up, turned to Qin Qing's direction, helped her, took out the beauty and soft pillow behind her, leaned on her myself, gently hugged her in my arms with both hands, and said softly, "The world is impermanent, let us miss it very much, Qing'er, I really want to be separated from you every day." ”

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On the fifth day of the fifth month of the 20th year of Beiming Jianwu, the national funeral was 7749 days full, and Prince Jing was named the prince of Jingguo Zhongyong, Yongxian, Suduanhui, Wenrong, Lieren, and according to the courtesy of the prince's great line, so the day was five more and five minutes, and the edict was read and buried in the Taihe Jingtian Palace.

The dojo in front of the hall is set up with the altar of life and death, wide five zhang, the altar stands on the heavy altar again, wide three zhang, surrounded by four lower fences ten octagonal opposites, such as gossip, the long lamp of rest in the center of the heavy altar is nine feet long, each foot is stacked with a lamp, the periphery is surrounded by 36 plain white juan lamps, uneven, overlapping and surrounding. The sacrificial case is to put five pure silver pieces weighing two taels to five taels of pattern with the square, and the number of horses is six or six to return to the yuan.

When the bells rang in unison, the Taoist priests entered the scene one by one, and the archmage, the mage, the priest, the precept, the scriptures, the incense, the lamp, and the servants were in their places. A chanting sounded, the dojo immediately curled with green smoke, flags and flags, the sound of the scriptures was loud, the archmage held a peach stick in his hand, stepped on cloud boots, and chanted words in his mouth, walking along the 28 stars on the ground, chanting words.

After more than half an hour of chanting, a few bright yellow spells were incinerated again, and for a while, the golden bell and jade rang out, and a group of officials who maintained order were solemnly lined up on both sides. After the last huge dragon talisman was burned, several tie-dyed lifelike paper figurines were also thrown into the burning brazier.

Then, the sound of the cannonball, the Taoist priests retreated in turn, the overwhelming white knots, buildings, jing, flags, rear, fans of all kinds of five, held in front, and then a pair of yellow crank umbrellas behind the main above Juncheng, the concubines and the princes and princes of the royal frame, and then two rows of guards with knives each dressed in linen and filial piety, holding a lotus umbrella to follow behind.

Fu Shao, Zhu Yinghong and other civil and military officials, bowed down in the plain curtain and the white hall of both sides, Prince Rui, Prince Ning and other princes personally helped the mausoleum car, along the white jade bluestone road paved with silver white juan, and marched towards the Yinshan cemetery.

At the end of the procession were fifty horses with crowns of armor, the saddle head was decorated with pearls, carved with dragon patterns, and dozens of three-flower-shaped pearl carvings behind the saddle carried a pair of pillows and utensils and belongings of Prince Jing during his lifetime. A group of thousands of miles of flags were unfurled, like a swimming dragon, gradually moving away from the people on both sides of the road.

I have been following behind Fu Shao, looking at his originally handsome and energetic face suddenly as if it had been subjected to the vicissitudes of time, I can't imagine what Xing Qiuyan looked like after being forced to be martyred, and I don't know how much suffering and struggle Fu Shao's heart has, the sun leaps into the sky one by one, sprinkling infinite brilliance, shining on Fu Shao's original high-spirited, but now showing a sad state of mind.

The crying and mourning of the distant front team, along with the sound of drums and cannons, stretched out in the white tent of the hunting white-clothed cannons.

Before the time, the team arrived at the imperial mausoleum on the side of Yinshan, a BMW incense case, a golden pot and gold plate, Luo Qi gold beads, splendid carved saddles, were thrown into a huge fire port to burn out a dazzling and wasteful light, Zigong around the mourning non-stop, the young Prince Jing followed the lord above Jun Cheng should ride the plain mantle, dressed in black mourning clothes, pale complexion, supporting each other, behind the tears like rain crying fainting Song Guifei was hurriedly carried onto the side of the frame.

The grand mourning of the national mourning can not be exchanged for the reincarnation of life, I turned my eyes sideways and saw Huang Chun standing not far away, he was wearing linen and filial piety, white clothes and white hats, and his pious and sad posture made me have an indescribable emotion.

"Burial—mourning—"

Fireworks and cannons rang out frequently, and the overwhelming sound of trumpets and cries shook Yin Mountain, startling a row of gulls, herons and birds, flying up and down.