Legend has it that on an early autumn day, at dusk, a man met a kind of purple flowers that bloomed by himself in front of a simple village house, which was very lovely, and he felt pity in his heart, and felt that it was really a shame for the flowers to bloom in such a dilapidated place. So the man ordered his attendant to pick a flower, and at that moment, a handsome woman came out of the house, handed over a white paper fan, and said, "This flower is weak and delicate, and it must not be held with your hand, but must be held by a paper fan." ”

The man took the fan and placed the picked flowers on the surface of the fan, but his eyes were caught by the woman's posture. Through only a flower and a paper fan, the man and the woman met in this way and fell in love with each other. But the two don't know each other's names, and the whole time, they hide their true identities from each other. And whenever they are together, the man calls the woman "Xiyan", and the woman calls the man "Childe".

In fact, her real name is not called Xiyan, the name Xiyan was given to her by this man.

The man himself was a royal nobleman, and in order not to arouse the woman's suspicion, he would always put on coarse cloth clothes and dress up as a pauper, and go to the village to meet her at dusk. The woman is docile and demure, her talent and interest are not vulgar, and she does not delve into the whereabouts of men, even if there is pain and sorrow, she is silent, all of which shows that she has a background and is not an ordinary village girl.

The man had never intended to stay attached to the woman for too long, but the woman's character and mystery made him want to stop. The time the two spent together was like glue, and it was like an illusory dream that would disappear at any time. The man was uneasy about this, fearing that he would not see the woman when he went to the village one day, and that he would not be able to find her......

After the woman's death, the man found out her life experience, it turned out that she was also from a noble family, but her parents died early and her family declined, so she became an orphan girl under the fence. Before meeting the man, the woman had been loved and abandoned by another frivolous aristocratic man, giving birth to an unadopted child. A woman's life can be described as bleak and short, just like the purple flowers that men see when they meet her, even if they bloom in a dilapidated place, even if they are delicate and beautiful, they have long been destined to be flowers with a thin life.

"Sunset, illusory, fragile and fleeting beauty."

The colored thread embroidered the sleeves of the thin butterfly and brushed the cool silk on the arm, all night, the more I thought about it, the more I felt guilty and faintly uneasy.

The magnificent colors that are emerging in the east are pouring in from the cloud screen window little by little, gathering and scattering, neat and messy, but inadvertently highlighting a unique rhythm in the room.

I sighed lowly, and Juxiang followed, softly opened the cyan dense gauze curtain as thin as a cicada's wings, and hung it with a silver ornament that was shining neatly in the morning light, and said with a smile: "Last night, how could it be that Ming Shizi sent the second lady back?" ”

I got up and sat on the edge of the bed and chuckled, "I just happened to meet it while enjoying the flowers." "Ju Xiang waited for me to put on my shoes and socks.

I saw that Juxiang's expression was not as flamboyant as usual, and I asked again, "What's wrong?" ”

Ju Xiang lowered her eyes and whispered: "If you want the slave to say, the second miss shouldn't have gone out last night," the more she said, the quieter her voice became, "But the second miss didn't listen." ”

I looked at Ju Xiang, frowned, and said with a smile: "Ju Xiang, you didn't come in early this morning, you didn't feel very peaceful, and you deliberately came to block me, right?" ”

Ju Xiang hurriedly shook her head and said, "The gossip in the Yunnan palace is all over the sky, and only the second lady herself is not concerned. ”

I grinned at Juxiang, "So you're worried about this," I shook my head lightly, "Didn't you already fly all over the sky?" ”

Ju Xiang looked at me in surprise and asked, "Why does the second lady not take these things to heart so much?" She added, "If it had been another woman, it would have been ...... long ago ...... long ago"

I saw that Ju Xiang couldn't speak there, so I continued: "I didn't dare to go out for a long time, I don't have the face to see people, right?" I shook my head and smiled nonchalantly.

Ju Xiang's eyes were full of horror, staring at me tightly, I patted her and said, "You, there are still too few people to see." "If I didn't dare to go out because of this, and I didn't have the face to see people, then I might have killed myself three years ago.

I paced two steps in the room, and saw that the rice paper on the case was pinched out by me yesterday with a few deep marks, I couldn't help but bow my head and pout, smile, and stretch on my back, suddenly thought of something, turned my face and asked Ju Xiang: "Is the lotus in the garden in full bloom?" ”

Ju Xiang nodded slightly, "Yes, August is the time when the lotus flowers bloom in the palace." ”

I thought about it for a moment and said, "Then I'm going to go and see." "Anyway, staying in the room is also a waste of time, and it is easy to have a lot of anxiety and worry, making yourself sad all day long, like a resentful woman, it is better to go out for a walk and see, those summer lights are romantic, lotus lotus flowers.

The air outside was indeed more refreshing, and the glow of ten thousand golden arrows had not yet dissipated, bursting out of the clouds, bright red and red, and the clouds gradually moved forward under the gentle blowing of the morning breeze. Everywhere is full of falling flowers, the delicate petals that can be seen everywhere are like dancers wrapped in the breeze and dancing, the fragrance of flowers is fluttering, accompanied by the music in the distance, the summer immediately flows through the skin like water, pouring softly.

The water in the pool is clear and clear, and the dew in the early morning is like a pearl with a broken thread, one by one stopping on the lotus leaf and bathing in the morning light, the golden light is shining, and it is extremely beautiful. The pink lotus flowers, like a girl in pink clothes, stand there, with different postures, pulling each other deep and shallow, blooming lushly.

I felt a little hot when I stood for a while, so I bent down and took off my shoes and socks, pulled up the corners of my skirt, and walked carefully into the water.

I turned back to Ju Xiang and said, "This water is colder than I thought!" ”

Ju Xiang laughed with a "poof", and hurriedly said: "Second Miss, wait a while, the slave maid will go and get a footkerchief for Second Miss." ”

I stood by the pool, kicked a wave of splashes, counted the time when the chrysanthemum came and went, and suddenly heard who was reciting: "Looking at the rain and clouds, relying on the quiet, watching the autumn light......"

This voice seems to be Wu Yao, reciting Liu Yong's words. Liu Yong, who created the poetry school, is a lyricist I like very much, in fact, sometimes when I read the words of Lord Rong, I always secretly think, who is better?

"Endure the floating name, and change it to a shallow low singing."

I sighed softly, and suddenly smelled the smell of drunken wine wafting over, a very small and delicate boat from the depths of the lotus flowers, I struggled to winkle and laughed, and said: "The water breeze is light, the apples are getting old, the moon dew is cold, and the sycamore leaves are yellow." Emotional wounds. ”

The boat swung in front of him, Wu Yao leaned inside, wearing an ink-colored robe lightly, his expression was lazy and leisurely, and he said to me, "Why are you?" After sighing lightly, he said helplessly: "Come up." ”

I climbed up, stunned, and asked, "Who were you waiting for?" ”

He looked at me, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he pointed at me lightly and said, "You look at him too closely, you specially sent him a post, sent someone to send it, and said that the boating lotus was good, but it didn't come to pass," with a determined face, "You must have been stopped by your sister, didn't you?" ”

I glanced at him and said, "Brother, aren't you drunk, what are you talking nonsense!" Seeing that he ignored him, I said, "I never knew you had this kind of stubble." ”

Wu Yao sighed, and then recited: "The literary period drinking party, a few lonely wind and moon, repeatedly changing star frost. The sea is wide and the mountains are far away, and I don't know where Xiaoxiang is. ”

I covered my mouth and smiled, quipping, "Why did the princess force you like this?" ”

He waved his hand at me and said, "I'm too hard...... Sandwiched between his father and the princess, he didn't want the princess to hurt his father, and he didn't want the princess to be hurt by his father, "sighed heavily, "It's too difficult." ”

I looked at Wu Yao and asked, "Brother, did you find something?" ”

Wu Yao still waved his hand at me, but he didn't answer, just hugged the wine bottle and smiled for a long time.

I looked at Wu Yao's burning red face, shook my head, and said tactfully: "Look at each other." In the sound of the broken hong, the sun is set up. ”

Wu Yao squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze was faint, "In the sound of the broken hong, the sun is shining." ”

I asked, "Is the princess starting to accept you?" ”

He nodded, then shook his head again.

I understand that Wu Yaoxuan's "Jade Butterfly" is to express his sense of loneliness and melancholy, and the intertwined and unbearable relationship between Jianning and Wu Yao is misty and inexhaustible, wonderful, and poignant.

I thought for a moment, and then said, "You're drunk here, princess, do you know?" ”

Wu Yao just smiled at me.

After a while, Wu Yao held the wine bottle and said nonsense: "I often remember the twilight of Xiting, and I am drunk and don't know the way back." ”

I frowned at him and said, "You can live in peace, if my father knows, what will I do with you?" ”

Wu Yao borrowed the gall of wine and said, "Dad? He yelled: "How dare he?" ”

Before the words fell, a deafening sentence came from outside: "Who wouldn't dare?" ”