Empress Dowager Guo grabbed Wenzong's hand and said: "The mourning family was in poor health for a while, and the two girls in the family entered the palace to participate in the palace. ”

Wen Zongyao got up, "Xiang'er, Rong'er are flat." The imperial grandmother is sick, so that the two of you are affected. ”

Guo Xiang and Guo Rong got up and stood beside the Queen Mother with their heads bowed.

Wenzong said to the Empress Dowager with deep apologies: "They are all ancestors who have a good way of teaching religion, and Xiang'er and Rong'er are respectful, benevolent and filial. At this time, the children and grandchildren failed to go to ask for peace, the imperial grandmother was sick, the grandson was unable to fulfill his filial piety in front of the bed, and he had to worry about his grandmother to miss his grandson. ”

For most of their lives, their ancestors enjoyed the glory and wealth of the world. Her mother is a princess, her maternal grandfather is an emperor, and her grandfather is Guo Linggong, who is a powerful country.

The husband who marries is the emperor, the emperor who gives birth to a son who inherits the throne, and the two grandchildren who are the emperor. Guo Linggong has been loyal to the Tang Dynasty all his life, and he has been blessed to protect his descendants.

The majesty of the superior was soaked in his bones, and he was shocked by the eyes of the Empress Dowager Guo, and the silent attendants knelt down in unison.

Empress Dowager Guo looked around at everyone, "You guys are careful and serve Your Majesty well." Are the people in the harem hiding? Your Majesty's dragon body is not in harmony, and you have not served wholeheartedly on weekdays. ”

Everyone trembled and said, "The slave obeys the order of the Empress Dowager." ”

Empress Dowager Guo rubbed Wenzong's skinny wrist and reproached Wenzong distressedly: "Your Majesty is too arrogant to indulge them." ”

She turned her head again and explained to the two girls: "Rong'er, Xiang'er, you stay here to serve Your Majesty." ”

Guo Xiang and Guo Rong bowed their heads and said yes. He's a bedridden patient, leashing two girls like flowers, what's the matter? Wenzong only blamed the emperor's grandmother for being confused.

I am in good health, and my grandmother is kind, and I can accept it. Now..." Grandmother, grandchildren are all right. ”

"Your Majesty, they grew up under the watchful eye of their grandmother, and with them by Your Majesty's side, the mourning family can rest assured." The Empress Dowager insisted on her opinion.

She brought the two girls with her, and she didn't want to bring them back. Wenzong is not good at refusing again, for fear that the two girls will be too careful.

Empress Dowager Guo carefully tucked the quilt corner for Wenzong, "Your Majesty recuperates with peace of mind, lie down and don't move, let Xiang'er and Rong'er send the imperial grandmother." ”

The two sisters sent the Empress Dowager back to the palace. The sisters watched the Empress Dowager's Luan drive leave, and they had to face the most respected man in the Tang Dynasty.

Guo Xiang was in front, Guo Rong was behind, and the two girls stepped into the hall again. The girl raised in the deep boudoir stood quietly by the bed with shyness and timidity.

Wen Zong knew that they were restrained, and his eyes stayed on the book. "The willows in the next house are weak,"

He frowned lightly and chanted the verse, "The willows in the next house are weak," he repeated several times.

Guo Xiang couldn't hold back and blurted out: "It's just like the waist of the fifteenth daughter." A pair of eyes sparkled at him.

"That's it."

Wenzong raised his eyebrows lightly with his hand, Guo Rong glanced at Guo Xiang, and Guo Xiang realized it later. Feeling that his words were reckless, Guo Xiang's long eyelashes flickered, and he gently bit his lower lip.

"The two girls are also people who read poetry and books."

He slowly led the two of them to talk, as a way to ease their minds. From Wenzong's point of view, he spoke softly and gently. In Wenzong's dormitory, he couldn't feel the pressure of the imperial authority.

The mahogany bedside of the dormitory is carved with two dragons playing with pearls, and the smoky brocade tent is hung on both sides with coral hooks. Wenzong's body is covered with a bright yellow embroidered dragon brocade quilt.

A rosewood screen is placed on the right side of the dragon bed, and an incense burner is placed on the left. A few peaks, a pine tree, a boy under the tree, a man dressed as a scholar. Ambergris rises like a puffy cloud between the peaks.

That's what the poem is; Panasonic asked the boy, and the teacher went to collect medicine.

Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where.

The three of them talked about poetry and essay discourse speculation. The two girls gradually relaxed, especially Guo Xianggao. Guo Rong gave her a look tightly, but she was so engaged that she didn't care about Guo Rong's hints at all.

Wenzong sat leaning on the head of the bed for a long time, only to feel panicked under him, his hands were propped on the bed, and he got up slightly.

Guo Xiang walked over naturally, she was attracted by Wenzong's elegant demeanor and wise conversation, stood beside Wenzong, and massaged his shoulders and back.

With his hand on Wenzong's shoulder, Guo Xiang's eyes turned red, and His Majesty has worked so hard for state affairs. Just now we were talking about it, and the little girl was silent. Wenzong turned his face, and the little girl secretly wiped her tears.

The little girl turned her face away, "Does Xiang'er miss her mother?" ”

"The folk girl is just..."

"I, just eat more in the future." Wen Zong gently patted the back of Guo Xiang's hand.

"Your Majesty, you have a word." Guo Xiang burst into tears and laughed.

Wenzong rarely showed a smile this time, and the girl was simple and straightforward to infect Wenzong. Zhou Jingfu, the living room, and Wei Mo, the living roomman, met him, walked to the door and heard the laughter in the house, and turned back.

Wen Zong was weak after his illness, and after talking for a long time, his face was a little tired. The two girls retired with interest, and the people of their own palace arranged for the girls to rest, and the two girls were placed in the side hall next to the Taihe Palace.

Wenzong is a true son of heaven, elegant and clear-looking, knowledgeable and polite. The two girls were still excited to return to their accommodation.

"Sister, I thought the emperor would be three heads and six arms." Guo Xiang grimaced.

"Do you think it's home? Woe comes from the mouth. Guo Rong walked to the door and looked around, closed the door and warned Guo Xiang.

"Sister, why are you a mother's tone?" Guo Xiang grabbed her arm and coquettishly, "It's going to get old like this." ”

"Hurry up and find your in-laws, like children." Guo Rong didn't buy it.

"That's right, if you want to marry, you will marry first." Guo Xiang's eyes rolled, "Sister, I want to be the imperial concubine in the future." She whispered in Guo Rong's ear.

Guo Rong was so frightened that she covered her mouth, "Is this also nonsense?" She kept a straight face and was really angry.

Guo Xiangyu sat on the embroidery pier in a daze, stood up and said to himself: "Your Majesty is kind, and my father said that Your Majesty is a good emperor who is diligent in government affairs." ”

The girl moved her heart, but she didn't know it, Guo Rong said secretly. She thinks about things more than Guo Xiang for more than half a year.

"I'm going to use yellow and red threads."

Guo Xiang said to the palace maid, and the palace maid quickly brought the silk thread. Guo Xiang stayed up all night to give himself the amulet he was wearing, and re-tied a tassel with the word blessing.

There are two young women in the Taihe Hall who accompany Wenzong, so naturally they can't hide it from the harem. Since the Wenzong birthday banquet, Concubine Yang Xian has not seen the face of heaven.

She still dresses up carefully every day, hoping that Wen Zong will suddenly come to the Yilan Hall one day, regardless of her past suspicions.

But as much hope as there is disappointment, she deeply understands the desolation of losing her favor.

The rain hits the plantain and the wind blows the curtain, and the cloud temples are not supported by the railing.

Although the body is warm, the heart of the person who goes to the flower is colder.

If you don't care about Yaoqin, you can't finish it, and if you want to read the poems, you will cry first.

The pond fish does not know the bitterness of leaving people, and the shameless east wind smiles.

When she had the Holy Grace, she felt that everything was logical, and Concubine Xian did not feel uneasy, worried about the sense of crisis of losing the Holy Grace one day.

What she is worried about is that she has no heirs, and she is afraid that Wenzong will have nothing to rely on after a hundred years.

It turns out that the loss of grace is only an overnight thing. Now that she is alone in an empty room, she can't sleep alone, how ridiculous her confidence and arrogance were in the past!