In the past, when a decree was announced without consulting with the ministers, there was always opposition. The ministers were usually divided into two factions, one for approval and one against. There is also another situation - the two factions are against it together. But on the question of the choice of horses, the attitude of the ministers was unprecedentedly unanimous, and almost all of them resolutely said that His Majesty was wise and had done the most correct thing. The ministers who were accustomed to accusing the current upward movement for making mistakes also congratulated one after another, saying that His Majesty's choice of Li Wei to favor his uncle's family was the grace of the Empress Dowager Gu Fu of the newspaper. As a result, Jinshang's attitude towards this marriage has become more and more firm, and the harem is not allowed to talk about it, but in order to appease Miao Zhaorong, he moved her to Shuyi, who is the third in the second grade, and soon after, he also promoted her good sister Yu Jieyu to Chongyi.

The princess naturally knew that her father had chosen a colt for herself, but everyone would not say anything about Li Wei's shortcomings in front of her, and I didn't tell her that Li Wei was the "stupid rabbit" she had seen that day. Moreover, at this time, she was not clear about the concept of marriage, and seemed to think that the concubine was only her steward in the mansion outside the palace in the future. So, "Sister, can you follow me out of the palace to live when I go out?" She asked her mother that was her primary concern.

Miao Shuyi said gloomily: "No." My sister is your father's mother, and she can't live outside the palace anymore. Seeing that the princess was very disappointed, she smiled and hugged the princess in her arms again, and comforted: "However, your nurse, Jiaqingzi, and Xiaojing'er can all follow you out, and your life will not change much." ”

"Can Waiji come with me?" The princess asked.

Miao Shuyi was stunned for a moment, but then smiled again: "Oh, of course, of course Huaiji can follow you." ”

The princess smiled reassuringly, snuggled up to her mother and pondered for a while, and then asked, "Then how long can I stay with my sister?" ”

Miao Shuyi was not sure to answer this question accurately: "It depends on what your father means...... Wait until you grow up. ”

The princess then asked, "At what age is it considered to be an adult?" ”

Miao Shuyi said: "Fifteen or sixteen years old. ”

"Then I have to surrender when I'm fifteen or sixteen?"

"Not necessarily, if your father is willing to keep you, you can wait a little longer." Miao Shuyi stroked her daughter's cheek and sighed: "However, you can't be more than twenty years old at the latest...... After twenty, she is an old girl who missed the wedding period. ”

"Twenty ......," the princess counted the time she could stay with her mother, and smiled with satisfaction: "Then there are still ten years, a long time, and I can live all over again for such a long time." ”

As the days went by, some gossip about the colt reached her ears, and occasionally, she was a little worried.

"I heard that Li Wei is not good-looking, and he is very stupid." She told me. She always called her name the lieutenant who her father chose for her, and she did not shy away from it, "I'm still reading "Thousand Words" at the age of thirteen, I'm really stupid!" ”

I hope she thinks to the good, "The colt must have read a lot of books by now." ”

She said that the future is not optimistic: "Even if he finishes reciting the "Thousand Character Text", there are still a lot of Confucian and Mencian scriptures waiting for him to gnaw." With his brain, he must have to study for twenty or thirty years. ”

Flipping through the poetry collection I found to show her, and browsing the good sentences of Yan Shu, Fan Zhongyan, Ouyang Xiu, Su Shunqin, Mei Yaochen and others in this dynasty, she sighed very annoyedly: "The light of the scriptures and righteousness is enough for him to toss, and he must not have time to learn poetry again...... You can't write the lyrics with me. ”

I couldn't help but laugh. The last serious thing she said sounded witty to me.

She knew why I was laughing and glared at me, "Are you laughing at me for not being able to recite poems?" ”

"Where," I said in good conscience, "the princess is a poet of both kinds." ”

I guess my expression was really insincere, and she was determined to compete with me: "You give me a question, and I'll show it to you now." ”

I saw that she was very interested, so I obeyed the order and chose a simple word card for her: "Just ask the princess to fill in "Remembering Jiangnan". I don't need to fill in the whole rhyme, I start up, and the princess and I will say two or three sentences. ”

She bowed her head in agreement. I saw that she was wearing a pink light shirt at this time, so I casually looked up and said, "The shirt is thin...... In the next sentence, the princess can choose her own rhyme. ”

"Thin ......," she muttered, and then bent over something, looking upwards from time to time, muttering something in her mouth.

I was surprised and asked her, "What is the princess counting?" ”

"Don't make a noise!" She was very unhappy that I interrupted her train of thought, "I'm checking the next sentence." ”

The wait was long, so I sat down and started boiling water and ordering tea.

"There it is!" When the first string of fish bubbles bubbled out of the water in the silver soup bottle, she finally came up with a sentence: "Embrace the cold with your sleeves...... The single shirt is thin, and the sleeves are cold...... How? ”

The silver bottle is squeezing, and the sound is like the beginning of the storm. While carrying a bottle to warm the teacup, I replied truthfully: "It's just that the rules are good." ”

"Just good?" Her eyes darkened. After thinking about it, she still persevered in asking me to praise her, "You often tell me that you should write poems with feelings, and I do feel them." I mean, the last time we were talking under the eaves on a very cold night, I was only wearing a middle coat, and I was so cold that I hugged the quilt......"

I put the ground tea in the cup, and when I heard her mention the past, my heart fluttered, and I paused slightly, and my voice softened to her: "Okay, that's a good sentence." ”

She smiled happily: "I have thought about the next sentence too...... The bead pavilion gathers the fragrance and the wind veins. You are right about this. ”

I poured a little hot soup into the cup, put the soup bottle back on the tea stove, and then mixed the tea powder, during which I recalled the first quarter moon and thought of a good sentence: "The shadow of the shadow is too yin and misty." ”

After speaking, he suggested to the princess: "The last sentence is only five words, and it is still the princess." ”

She agreed, lowering her eyelashes and staring. Soon, the water vapor in the soup bottle was steaming, and the eyes of the fish and crab were bursting out, and she was staring at me with wide eyes at the moment, and she was about to speak with a smile.

I was deeply skeptical of the swiftness of her sentence this time, and stopped her from saying, "Princess, have you thought about it?" Although the last sentence is short, it is the finishing touch of "Remembering Jiangnan", and it must be concise and concise. ”

She couldn't help nodding: "It's a shame, it's a shame." My sentence sums up the essence of that night. Compared to this, the previous few sentences are all nonsense. ”

I carried the bottle and held the spoon, ready to pour the soup and blow it, and when I heard her say this, I responded by the way: "So, the minister listens." ”

"The pearl pavilion gathers the fragrance and the wind and veins, and the shadow of the sun and the mist is ......" she repeated the first two sentences to brew a sense of language, and then proudly announced her final finishing touch: "The taro under the eaves is round!" ”

My hand trembled, and the silver bottle of laxative soup was sprinkled all over the place, and I couldn't help laughing, so I simply pushed away the tea set and laughed.

Seeing my reaction like this, she pouted and frowned, and said, "Bold! How dare you laugh at the princess? I memorized taro that day, what's wrong with filling it in the words? ”

I laughed for a while before I could barely hold back, stood up and bowed to her, so I made a serious gesture and said, "The minister didn't dare to laugh at the princess, but I just felt that the taro was not round." ”

"It's not for rhyme......," she explained, still thinking about it, "or, I'll change it...... What other word can match taro? She looked at me, cautiously tentative, "Sweet? …… Salty? …… Sour? ”

forcibly suppressed the smile that was about to rush out, and I still replied with a straight face: "Back to the princess, if the round taro and the sour taro cannot be both, the minister would rather give up the sour taro and take the round taro." ”

She was overjoyed: "I'll just say, it's better to have it at your fingertips." ”

Although I almost fainted, I still tried my best to hold on, leaned over and said to her: "The minister still has something to play, I hope the princess will play it." ”

She waved her hand generously: "Say it." ”

"Minister...... I want to laugh ......" As soon as the three words came out, I sat down and laughed at my desk.

She seemed to be a little annoyed, and rushed over and hit me, but she slapped me twice, and she couldn't help laughing, pulling my sleeve to cover my face, and laughing non-stop.

I just watched her smile every day, but I felt that time was lingering, the years were quiet, and this worry-free life seemed to be able to continue endlessly. Sometimes I think about her betrothed marriage, and that her departure may be the end of this beautiful day, but at that time, like her, I always felt that ten years was a long time, as if that day would never come.