The blue smoke and stars are swirling, and the palace full of sunset mist flowers is full of pink and purple, rendering melancholy love, restricted, and humble.

"Concubine Chen, it's late at night, it's time to rest!" Fei Yu took a short shawl of antelope skin and covered her with it, and said distressedly.

"Serve me and go to bed!" Concubine Chen covered her hand and smiled bitterly.

When he turned around, he didn't forget to look back, and said leisurely: "The ghost orchid under the oak leaves, cover it with rotten branches and rotten roots, so that it can bloom more beautifully!" ”

Fei Sheng followed closer, "Concubine Chen's edict is at ease, Nu Ah will definitely do it." ”

Picked up the brocade, pillow of pearl and jade, touched the skin and warmed, the most soothing. In the past, Concubine Chen lay down for two hours and fell asleep. Today, four hours later, she is still awake.

The moonlight shined through the stars scattered all over the place through Concubine Xiang's bamboo curtain, and she couldn't help but think of what happened before entering the palace.

One day, my grandfather moved the orchestra to the vicinity of the Mapanyong Tso Lake in the same area of the sheep.

Another day, she saw the big tree and rhododendron standing by the lake, and the red flowers were in full bloom, which was very beautiful. The branches are very thick, and they immediately jumped up and fluttered in the wind.

Half a month passed, and she was still stretching her waist on the branches as usual. I heard that someone was chanting poetry, but she couldn't really hear it next to her, but the last sentence, [I still suspect Feiyan in the palm of my hand], made her smile.

She stopped to look down, and as far as her eyes could see, there was a horse, a man, well-dressed, especially those blue eyes, which were clearer than the water of the Yongcuo Lake near Mapan, and they reached the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't pull it out.

She blushed suddenly, got out of the tree, and ran straight home.

For a few days, whenever the orchestra played, the man would always stare at her. The feeling was like water being brought out of the mouth of a well, splashed on it, and the whole body was shaken, trembling, and the heart was beating violently.

At the end of the show, you always receive a bouquet of flowers, heather and lilacs.

The grandfather who was eating the cake on the side smiled at her: Attracting bees and butterflies again?

She said: My grandfather made fun of Xiangchen again!

Maternal ancestor: Heather is produced in the country of ten thousand islands, which represents loneliness. Cloves are the herbs of the Central Plains, which is a metaphor for lovesickness and eternal union.

She said: Then why is there less heather on the bouquet?

Grandfather: Silly boy! I don't know what to do, when I meet you, he's still lonely, and if I marry you back, I'll have a companion.

She was immersed in complex joy, until the day the orchestra rested, and she was lifted to the clouds.

He danced with her, confessed to her, promised her a white head, and it seemed that everything was as she wished.

It was a day like hell, he came to the door with colorful silk and gold ornaments, and she was so happy that she thought she was going to marry Mingmei. Unexpectedly, he waited for Zampu to issue an edict and ordered her to be with her!

Like a bolt of lightning, she blasted away her soul.

She messed with him, yelled at him, cried at him, and was no match for his fame and fortune. She gave in, only for the promise [welcome you as a wife, not marry her].

In this way, she was personally given by him to the king of Ridong.

When she left, her grandfather gave her the only book of poetry left by her father. She left the gold and silver treasures to her grandfather. After walking a few steps, I couldn't bear it, and when I turned around, my grandfather was squatting on the ground, burying his face, and couldn't help but stir.

When he left, she gave him a pot of ghost orchids and said to him, "Once upon a time there was a ghost who fell in love with a beautiful woman." The beauty loves another person, and the ghost kills that person and imprisons the beauty. After that, the beauty transforms into a ghost orchid.

Looking at his shocked expression, he rode the horse and did not turn around. She cried, she didn't finish the words, the ghost orchid is also called the ghost orchid, its flower language: humble love, abandoned love.

Recalling today's events, he turned a blind eye to her autumn waves; to her heather chains, strings of lilacs, deaf ears; For her picking quarrels and provoking troubles, he echoed the words of the Tubo general, and did not say anything.

The more she thought about it, the more sullen and unhappy she became, so she simply got up. Unconsciously found the Book of Poetry and read [Yu Yu is a woman, there is no delay; The skewness of the scholar can still be taken off; The woman's shyness can't be taken off! 】。 She cried, little careless, where do you know, the love is deep to feel bitter, and the infatuation is wrong!