Chapter 90: The Lily in the Rich Bush
The parting is imminent, Xu Younan is not sad this time, smiling in the spring breeze, like a peony flower in full bloom, "I will live a hard life in the future, and when I am hungry, I will open it." A sip of candy solves Prozac. It will always be your mother's family who loves you. β
Ling Fu frowned unconsciously.
Xing is that he decided from the bottom of his heart that Mu Dianke's future days must be related to Chang Qianfo, and when he heard Xu Younan say about the hard days, he was faintly angry in his heart.
- Not to mention how Chang Qianfo treated Mu Dianke, this is just like how well Mu Dian used to live with them!
Mu Dianke had already given up arguing with Xu Younan. When I lifted the lid, I saw that the small pine box was full of boxes of candy wrapped in colored paper, some in the shape of clouds, magnolia and begonia flowers, and some made into frogs and rabbits...... Each one is exquisitely crafted.
She loved these gadgets many years ago.
At that time, every time Xu Younan came back from buying candy, he had to melt it first, carefully pour a small spoonful into a bamboo mold, wait for it to cool and form, and then wrap it in beautiful colored paper and put it in a beautiful box and give it to her.
The boxes containing the candy are all machined and make a tinkling sound when opened.
She had just undergone a great change at that time, and was mostly depressed, but when she received gifts, she was always happy.
Get up every day to open the box and listen to the music, take a look at the beautifully packaged candy, and be happy for a while; When I finally am willing to eat it, I can eat a large box for a long time, and I can be happy for a while.
At that time, Xu Younan was an existence in her eyes that combined the love of her parents. He gave her candy, a grass dragonfly, a singing wooden nightingale...... He has been with her for many days and nights, driving away her sad thoughts.
After returning from Snow Wolf Valley, she took the small gifts Xu Younan gave her, a whole two large boxes, and dumped them at the door of his room. Broken in the uproar, there were not only the wings of the nightingale, but also the heart of a child who once longed for his love and warmth.
The corners of Mu Dianke's eyes were astringent, she resisted the appearance of this emotion, so she became irritable, and her tone was very impulsive: "Xu Younan, have you ever seen anyone who uses pine utensils to hold food?" β
"Be yourself, why follow others." Xu Younan smiled disappreδΈι¨ly, "Besides, such a beautiful thing, who said it was for you to eat." β
ββ¦β¦ You just let me eat. Mu Dianke said coolly.
"Did I say that?" Xu Younan spread his hands and looked at Chang Qianfo innocently: "I let her eat a piece of candy when she is hungry, will you let her live a hard life?" β
Chang Qianfo felt helpless: "Dian doesn't like sweetness." β
Mu Dian didn't bother to pay attention to Xu Younan, handed the candy box to Chang Qianfo, and was about to step on the wooden bench to get into the car, Xu Younan stopped her from behind: "You're leaving, don't you have anything to say to me?" β
What is there to say!
Mu Dianke frowned, looked back impatiently, and saw Xu Younan dressed in a sprinkled gray robe, standing in the sun with his sleeves smiling, from head to toe has not changed anywhere, it seems that looking at it, everything is different.
She was silent for a moment and said, "Don't die. β
Xu Younan's smile deepened, and a long wrinkle appeared at the corner of his eye, like a deep ditch hoeed out by a plough rake, "Don't you know that the scourge has been left for thousands of years, and it is difficult to change it?" β
Mu Dianke glanced at Xu Younan speechlessly, frowned a pair of cigarette eyebrows, and really thought about it carefully: "Accumulate some mouth virtue? β
"Let's be the last one." Xu Younan said.
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"Mother-"
Xue Qingling folded his hands in front of him and bowed.
Fang Qingyan was wearing a purple and gorgeous palace dress, with a bun like a cloud, looking at the woman kneeling on the ground with graceful eyes, extending all the way back along the skirt behind her, and saw a garden of elegant and fragrant lilies.
In the past few years, the older Dou gets, the more he loves red and green, because he hates the concubines who dress plainly and are unlucky. Don't say that the decorations in the palace, even the flowers served at four o'clock, are all according to Dou's preferences, and they are purple and red, and the samples are beautiful.
I don't know if Liu Yuan is tired of watching it, she is tired.
In the inner garden of the deep palace full of rich flowers, occasionally see such a plain lily that is not dirty and colorful, which is really eye-catching.
"I remember, before you entered the palace, you worshiped under the Miaoyun Master of the Guyue Sect." Sitting down to hold the tea, Fang Qingyan turned his head slightly, and said with a smile with Xue Qingling, who was standing on the side. The sideburns were hung with a golden step, jumping and dodging on the side of the face as if it were painful, lining a Fu Fan's face more and more dignified and gorgeous.
"What kind of swordsmanship did you learn?"
"Moon Song Sword." Xue Qingling bowed his head and replied, always humble.
"The moon shadow by the pool is idle, and the pool is drunk into a short song. What a beautiful name! Fang Qingyan hooked his long neck, dipped his red lips in the soup, tried the warmth of the tea, and asked idly: "Are you still practicing?" β
Xue Qingling replied carefully: "Thanks to the favor of the mother, Qingling has nothing to do, and he often practices swords. However, the qualifications are lacking, so they have not grown much. β
Xue Qingling has a good voice that is aptly named, clear and watery, just like a newly picked water chestnut at this time, pinching a handful, tender and raw.
When she entered the palace when she was new, she attracted Liu Yuan's attention and was favored night and night, mostly thanks to this good voice, just when she turned to Chenghuan, it was just a warbler's cry, and it was best to hook a man's soul.
Xue Qingling's entry into the palace was facilitated by the Fang family. For her and Fang Qingyan, it is a win-win situation.
Yueyang Xue is just a side branch of the Jiankang Fang family that can't be far away, but the crime can be avoided, Xue Qingling, who has just escaped from the lowly status, is eager to ask for a forgiveness for the clansmen who are suffering. And the reason why the Fang family was willing to help her was because Fang Qingyan suddenly had an illness at that time, and her appearance was reduced, so she had to delay entering the palace.
In the two or three months of her illness, Zuo Xiang Ningyu ignored her face and sent two clan girls to the palace in one go, Empress E's daughter, which was quite in line with Liu Yuan's intentions.
At that time, it was a delicate period of power change, and the Fang family urgently needed to cultivate a person who could win the holy favor alone and share most of Ning Kohua's scenery in the harem.
As for why Xue Qingling fell out of favor later, on the one hand, it was because when Liu Yuan went to Fang Zhiyue, who was sick and bedridden, he met Fang Qingyan, who had no time to avoid the illness, and he was stunned and unforgettable; On the other hand, Xue Qingling had no intention of undertaking Enlu, and when he succeeded, he willingly retired.
With the secret care of the Fang family, Xue Qingling, as a neglected concubine, did not have the miserable situation of other disgraced women in the palace, so she was able to live in a corner of Jiaolan Palace, leading no more and no less. When the Son of Heaven is happy during the New Year's Festival, he can also get some meager rewards, and his life is good.
It's a pity that this kind of idle day of dancing swords and planting flowers has come to an end.
Fang Qingyan is the concubine of the sixth palace, she has nothing to do, and she will not be condescended to her Sufang Garden, which is like a cold palace.
[Xue Qingling] Volume 2: Chapter 239 I am already in a pool of blood; Chapter 240, the flowers bloomed that year.