As the rain faded away, Cangyang and I had just walked to the porch, and Cuixiang saw that we were about to salute and speak, so I hurriedly waved my hand and signaled her to silence. A song "Prelude to the Neon Dress" murmured out from the room, and the clear chords flowed through the ears, like the white snow in spring, and the bright moon in the sky.

"Tinggao is looking at the extreme, and Jiang Lian has not returned, but he is sick but has no strength. The fan is gradually thinning, Luo Yi is at the beginning, and the streamer is passing through the gap. Sigh apricot beam, double swallow like a guest. Where are the people, a curtain of light moon, as if shining in color. ”

The flat riverside looks far away, and the lotus flowers are withered one after another, never returning, drifting along the river. The sick body weakened, not to mention that the autumn wind gradually chilled, the fan gradually fell idle, and Luo's clothes were thin, and he began to change his clothes. Time passes like a white horse flashing through the crack in the door, but the double swallows on the apricot beam come and go like a traveler from afar. Where's the person you want? A curtain of faint autumn moon and silver waves, as if shining on her haggard color.

According to allusions, Li Longji once dreamed that when he was visiting the Moon Palace, he heard a fairy music in the sky, and a fairy in a neon dress and feather coat danced. The song of the fairy is subtle and beautiful, and the dancing fairy dances beautifully. After Li Longji woke up, he still remembered the scene in the dream clearly.

He really wanted to record the music in his dreams, let the musicians play, let the singers dance, and even when he went to court during the day, he still carried a jade flute in his arms, and while listening to the minister's reading book, he secretly pressed the hole flute on the jade flute below, looking for the tune, he was fascinated by the fairy song, but he couldn't compose this tune, so he was very distressed.

"Silence, a murmuring wall. Moving the letter, clear the sorrow like weaving. Ponder the young waves. Dili Guan Mountain, Liuxia Fangmo, falling red without information. Dark water, trickling blue. Drifting for a long time, what does it mean now, drunk and lying on the side of the wine. ”

How dark and lonely. The crickets sang chaotically in the wall, which touched Yu Xin, who lived in a foreign land, and the sorrow of Qingqiu lingered like a mess. I deeply recall the wandering of my youth, and the trek through the mountains in the sound of the flute. Weeping willows spend time in the flower lane. The person in the mood is like a red and broken message, as if with the turquoise dark water trickling away, empty and lost. has been drifting for a long time, and now there is no such thing as drunkenness.

The mood is leisurely and elegant, the music breaks the complex and rapid sections, the music is sonorous, the speed gradually accelerates from the loose board to the slow board and then gradually accelerates to the sharp beat, and the end turns slow, dancing but not singing.

Later, Li Longji ordered the musicians to rehearse the "Song of Ni Clothes and Feathers", and asked his concubine Yang Yuhuan to design the dance, and in order to give them a good place to rehearse, Li Longji specially built a pear orchard in the court.

Yang Yuhuan and the palace people rushed day and night. Finally, I practiced a type of song and dance "Neon Clothes and Feather Song". When performing at a grand festival, the delicate and beautiful "Neon Clothes and Feather Song" fairy music played, Yang Yuhuan took the palace maids to sing and dance, one by one like fairies descending to earth, and the eyes of the ministers were straight. But Yang Yuhuan's dance skirt was stepped on by Concubine Mei, and finally the whole dance fell short.

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

Thinking of the love between Yang Yuhuan and Li Longji, I can't help but sigh, more than ten years of love, still can't withstand the farewell of life and death, An Lushan broke through Tongguan, and Li Longji fled in a hurry with his concubine and a few cronies in an early morning. Fleeing to Maweipo, the soldiers refused to move forward, and were angry, demanding the execution of the Yang brothers and sisters, including the concubine. Although Li Longji was helpless, he finally gave Bai Aya and hanged Yang Yuhuan to death.

Perhaps this is the fate that Yang Yuhuan could have foreseen.

In the end, the king bears the former alliance, and the love of the country is heavy on beauty and light on people.

The man who promised to live and die together in the Palace of Eternal Life, for the sake of the country and his own life, easily reneged on the promise that the two had shared.

Perhaps what the world often talks about - Li Longji's mountain alliance and sea oath to Yang Yuhuan are actually just flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

Or maybe the love of the emperor, always so similar, is just an ethereal thing like morning dew, and it can never escape a cold power trick that will eventually dissipate.

Even Yang Yuhuan, who favored the sixth palace, only had one sentence left in the end: "The skin is broken, and the sachet is still there." ”

Not to mention others.

It was about a rainy day and boring, Jian Ning was sitting in front of the desk and playing, while Wu Yao was lying on the couch and listening.

Cangyang and I walked in lightly, Wu Yao saw it, and hurriedly wanted to get up, I took two steps to him, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, are you better today?" ”

He smiled and replied, "It's much better, don't worry too much." ”

After Jianning finished playing the song, he hurried over and helped him fall asleep, "It's better, but it's going to make trouble again?" ”

Wu Yao looked at Jianning stupidly and said, "How dare you?" ”

I looked at Wu Yao with a smile and shook my head, "If you have anything you want, if you want to eat, just tell us." ”

Jianning looked at me and said, "I don't have anything here?" ”

I chuckled and said, "Stop it, princess, but we're going to break it up." ”

Jian Ning sighed deeply: "Where did you think of it, I'm not telling the truth?" ”

I pursed my lips and said, "It doesn't make sense for the princess to say that," I smiled, "The princess stays at the bedside day and night to take care of her brother, and the maids are also working hard, where is the heart to cook well, let alone other work?" ”

Jian Ning nodded slowly, and thought, "It's not bad for you to say that." ”

I asked Wu Yaodao: "Since everything has been said here, I will strike while the iron is hot, and now I will ask my brother if he wants to eat anything at the moment?" ”

Wu Yao frowned and thought for a while, and said, "It's really the same, you can't do it well anywhere else, only you can eat it there." ”

Jianning and I asked in unison, "What?" ”

Wu Yao said with a smile: "Guizi porridge." ”

After hearing this, I frowned, and sighed with a smile: "It's really yours, it's not good to eat what you want, I want to eat this." ”

Cangyang was busy preparing to go out, and repeatedly ordered someone to do it, I raised my hand to stop it, smiled at Cangyang and shook my head, and said, "This other person can't do it well, didn't you listen to my brother?" Only I can eat it when I make it! ”

Cangyang looked at me and asked, "Isn't it the same who makes this thing?" ”

I chuckled and said, "This, it sounds simple, in fact, the effort is great, just cooking porridge rice, there are thirteen kinds, namely japonica rice, wild rice, chicken head rice, sorghum rice, rouge rice, green rice, red rice, yellow rice, barley, wild rice, buckwheat rice, purple rice and black rice, among which japonica rice is warm, black rice nourishes blood, purple rice invigorates qi, buckwheat wide intestines, wild rice nutrition, barley reduces swelling, yellow rice sticky glutinous, red rice replenishes qi, green rice aromatic, rouge rice flattens the five organs, sorghum rice is mellow, chicken head rice strengthens the spleen, and finally this wild rice is the most rare, It can relieve fever. ”

I sighed softly again, "And the heat of each kind of rice is different, so it is necessary to boil one sand after another, as well as cinnamon, three kinds of golden cinnamon, silver cinnamon and laurel to be dried, the flowering period is different, I want to collect it, it takes a whole year, I have been here for three years, and the chrysanthemum has only survived once, and the second year happened to miss the flowering period of the golden osmanthus, and it was not successful, who would have thought that my brother remembered this at the moment." ”

After listening to me, Cangyang glanced at Wu Yao in surprise, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's really grinding kung fu." ”

Jian Ning stared at me and said, "There is still such food? ”

I smiled and said, "It turns out that I didn't know there was this, it just so happened that Juxiang would make it, so I tasted it, and it was indeed good." ”

Wu Yao hurriedly answered: "Yes, anyone can do it, but for some reason, she can do it alone, better than others." ”

Jian Ning glanced at Wu Yao and said, "You still speak, it's all based on your sentence, otherwise who would do this kind of grinding thing?" ”

I smiled and said, "Don't be busy, I don't know all this year, and I don't usually think of eating such a thing on weekdays," I thought about it again, and called Cui Xiang in, and instructed, "Tell Ju Xiang, my brother wants to eat cinnamon porridge, ask if everything is complete, if you have it, you can make some of it." ”

Cui Xiang smiled sweetly and replied, "Yes." Then he bowed and withdrew, and went away.