It is the wind and dew that are clear, the acacia flowers in front of the hall are blooming very much, the streamer is fleeting, the flowers fly silently, the flowers and leaves of the tree, clusters, clusters, emerald swaying, cloud cardamom, like a shy girl unintentionally laughing red lips, and like a shy woman's shy red cheeks, ethereal like a phantom transformation of soft gauze curtains, delicate as a lady gently holding the fingertips of dogwood, a night between the world seems to be shrouded in a layer of crimson smoke. The color is bright and warm, and you can't take your eyes off it. The butterfly-shaped flower whiskers lie peacefully among the green leaves of the branches, quiet and elegant, calm and restrained, high-spirited but not ostentatious, brilliant but not flashy......

The moonlight is as cold as hoarfrost, and occasionally two cuckoo cries from the tips of the branches, pleasant and clear, the tone is high and low, and it seems to be faintly dripping, lingering and tactful, bringing a touch of agility to this silent night like water.

I sighed wistfully, writing by hand and casually: "It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once I chose the king's side."

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

The spring cold bathes in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy.

The waiter helped up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new inheritance.

The cloud sideburns and flowers are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night.

The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not rise early from then on.

There is no leisure for the Chenghuan banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring outing.

There are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 are pampered in one.

The golden house is dressed up as a delicate night, and the jade building feasts are drunk and spring.

Sisters and brothers are all in the land, and poor and glorious are born. ”

The song "Song of Long Hatred" tells the love tragedy of Yang Guifei and Tang Xuanzong, but the love between the two was cut off by the rebellion they caused themselves, which is really sour and moving, heart-wrenching, but there is no lack of deep irony.

The scary thing is that history is always strikingly similar.

Isn't my love with Jae-yan a tragedy?

The only difference is that I can't be Yang Guifei, and Zai Yan is not Tang Xuanzong. Moreover, we are in a more difficult period than Kaiyuan, where there is no prosperity, let alone extravagance. We can't be satisfied with the status quo, and we can't be as comfortable as Yang Guifei and Tang Xuanzong to indulge in pleasure. Because we know that if we continue to make great efforts to govern the country, as in the past, we will continue to close ourselves to the country, then we will face a situation in which "the country will not be the country, and the people will not be the people".

But I also know that no matter how hard we try, the result will be the same.

For me, it's just a little bit more psychologically comfortable.

Bai Ge stood in front of the desk with a glazed tile lamp, quietly waiting aside, the sleeves inlaid with silver trim patterns brushed on the side of his wrist, the moonlight leaked through the screen window and fell on his head, the sleeves were shining slightly, looking up, her eyebrows were faint, "Little master, it's not too early, the emperor shouldn't come over today, go to bed." ”

My thoughts were still elsewhere, looking sideways at the willow tops on the moon outside, as complete as a silver plate, the afterglow was faint for a long time, and even the bright stars lost their shining color, "Wait a little longer." ”

She persuaded: "It's nothing if the emperor didn't come once, don't burn your body." ”

I smiled lightly, "I'm not for the emperor." ”

Bai Ge didn't dare to say more, frowning tightly alone, with a puzzled look on his face, hanging his head as if he was thinking about something.

I looked at her confused expression, sighed lightly, smiled helplessly, and just said, "The moonlight is very good today, I want to see it again." ”

I heard the crisp sound of boots stepping on a flower and leaf outside the door, faintly, gently shallow, my eyebrows did not move, full of doubts.

Could it be Zaiyan?

Then, it was Fan Changlu's voice that broke through the silence of the night, he was outside the door, his tone was as respectful as usual, and he asked in a low voice, "Is Little Master Zhen in the house?" ”

Bai Ge quietly put the lamp in his hand on the case, and quickly walked towards the door, with two staggering steps, and replied through the door veil: "Nature is here." ”

Fan Changlu said: "I don't know if the little master can sleep?" ”

Bai Ge glanced back at me, and I nodded at her. She replied truthfully: "Not yet," and asked, "I don't know what happened when Grandpa Fan came late at night?" ”

Fan Changlu said: "The emperor sent a servant to invite the little master to go to the Heart Cultivation Palace. ”

I listened, hurriedly put down the pen, walked to the mirror, barbed the sideburns, picked a tired silk inlaid jewelry gold hairpin for Suhua hair bun green silk to add some color, the hairpin head is a bonsai-style ornament, engraved with flowers and leaves butterfly pattern, the hairpin handle joint with rubies, both ends of the flowers and leaves embedded with sapphires, gorgeous and abnormal. This Zhu Hai was given to me privately by Zai Yan, and I never dared to wear a hairpin during the day, thinking it was too ostentatious. And at this moment, it is the dead of night, and there should be few people everywhere you go, and it is okay to wear it for a while.

Bai Ge hurriedly replied: "Please wait a while, the little master is already preparing." After that, he hurried over to help me get dressed, tied a yarn cloak, blew out the lights, and helped me pull the door out.

Ying'er and Que'er have rested, only Gao Wanzhi is lying under the corridor to keep vigil, and when he saw me coming out, he hurriedly called Qian'er and asked, "Where is the little master going to go now?" ”

Fan Changlu whispered: "The emperor invited the little master Zhen to come to the Heart Cultivation Palace. ”

Gao Wanzhi smiled and said, "It turned out to be the emperor," he comforted his eyebrows, and asked me again, "Do you want the slave to call Chang Tai up to accompany the little master?" ”

I smiled, shook my head and said, "No need, you just have to keep watch here." ”

Gao Wanzhi said: "Yes." ”

I followed Fan Changlu out of Jingren Palace, and as I walked, I asked, "Is there something wrong with the emperor?" ”

Fan Changlu had a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "The emperor must miss the little master when he looks for the little master, what else can he do?" ”

My face was hot for a moment, and I was glad that fortunately the lights were dark in the middle of the night, and others couldn't see my abnormality, so I couldn't help lowering my head slightly, and quickly changed the topic: "When did Zhirui leave the palace during the daytime before?" ”

Fan Changlu thought for a while and said, "It's probably about an hour after the little master left. ”

I thought carefully in my heart, at this time, Zai Yan must not be looking for me for the ups and downs between men and women, but what else can there be?

Wouldn't it still be about the Beiyang Naval Division?

Or maybe I learned something more disturbing in the conversation with Zhirui in the evening before?

When he arrived at the front of the hall, Fan Changlu stood on his side and whispered, "The little lord goes in, the emperor is inside." ”

I looked at Fan Changlu and asked, "The emperor is alone inside?" ”

Fan Changlu nodded, "Yes, the emperor doesn't like the minions to always follow when dealing with things." ”

I said "um", walked into the room, the familiar ambergris faintly floated in the fragrance of flowers, around the head and brain, smoked people for a while, I gently approached Zaiyan, pretending to add incense to the smoker, picked up the blue urn, scooped up a small spoonful of brown powder, while handing the incense powder to spread the incense powder carefully on the bottom of the furnace, while quickly glancing at the scroll that Zai Yan was looking at, the top was densely packed with flowers and English and some annotations made with a brush.

It turned out that Zai Xiang was learning English.

I looked at the troubled look of Zai Yan holding his forehead with one hand, and I couldn't help but pout, shrugged my shoulders, and slowly retreated to the side of the chair and sat down.