Outside the silk and ink sky, the rain is dripping, and the smoke and rain weave a Huai'an scroll.

It was the beginning of summer again, and at the end of May, I finally looked forward to a rain, which blew away the roasting wind and dispersed the sultry heat of the past few days.

Shen Zhihe leaned against the window, taking advantage of the misty gas folded by a few inches of skylight in the window lattice, and fiddling with the flowers and branches in the porcelain vase on the case, she returned to Huai'an to recuperate for more than a month, and now she is finally calculated.

"Madam," Ying'er lifted the cloud tent and walked to the desk, carrying the slightest rain and cold outside, "It's time for dinner." ”

"It's so late, and he's still in the palace?"

The mountains and clouds are not as slender as her eyebrows, Shen Zhihe can't take his eyes off it, he only concentrates on cultivating the flower branches, and Wu Yin is as soft as water:

"Didn't you specifically order you to wait for him for dinner?"

Ying'er removed the unused osmanthus sugar cake on the table, it was the cake of Yunfei Pavilion, the most sweet, and even the air was faintly greasy.

She leaned closer and suppressed her voice: "The people below said that the young master was left alone by the emperor, and it was for the assassination of Qingming Dynasty." ”

Shen Zhihe's eyes flashed tens of thousands of red dust, and then they all turned into long smoke, she gently put down the silver scissors in her hand, and made a serious sound on the table:

"Really? But what are the eyebrows? ”

Ying'er took the silver scissors farther away, and her eyebrows were dyed with indignation: "The slave doesn't know, it would be good if you were caught, but you can't be injured like this and still can't get angry." ”

Shen Zhihe narrowed his eyes, and then turned his gaze to the scene outside the window, the rain had stopped, and the broken moon began to reflect the shadows.

Her eyelashes fluttered, she raised two curved eyebrows, and the wind and moon were eye-catching, she was glamorous, ghostly, and seductive.

After the storm passed, the sparkling red walls and green tiles were also glistening with wet water, and the dew dripping obliquely flowed over the stairs and leaked on the green bricks.

Huaqing is claustrophobic, the room is empty, and the government is declared, "" In the hall, Meng Jinghuai knelt under the seat of the Ninety-Five Heavenly Son, his robe was wet, his knees were cold, and his bottomless eyes were drooping, like hiding a knife that would never break:

"The emperor is angry."

The dark wind surged up the corners of Emperor Wei's five-clawed, dragon-patterned robes, and the mountains of twists and turns on the case were too chaotic, and a few of them were even trampled at Emperor Wei's feet.

His face was full of impatience, and he looked at the young man who was kneeling underneath: "I made you kneel outside for two hours, do you know that you are wrong?" ”

"The minister is guilty," Meng Jinghuai was covered with the cold air sprinkled by the shower, and the bright and heavy walls became more and more cold, "It is not time to kill all the assassins and cut off the source." ”

"You've been fighting for two years, why are you so reckless." Emperor Wei rubbed the lines of the cups and plates with his big palms, drank it warmly, and his eyebrows were coldly hidden: "It's been more than a month, and you really can't find out half of the news?" ”

"If the minister does not do well, he deserves to be punished." Meng Jinghuai's body did not move, his eyes were staring at the painted gold bricks and painted white jade bricks in the hall, his eyes were surging, "It's just that the ministers are eager to protect their wives, and I hope the emperor will not be angry." ”

There is a night breeze in the Xuanzheng Hall of Danying carving, blowing through the semi-wet slow belt around Meng Jinghuai's waist, and it is clear that it is clear in spring and autumn.

Emperor Wei's eyes were even more suspicious, but he didn't show it in the end, and he fell on the concubine who didn't say a word next to the hall, and looked angry:

"Look at you, it's been raining outside for so long, why don't you remind me."

The concubine turned her eyes, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed, and her voice sounded: "The emperor forgives the sin, it is the slave who is careless!" ”

Emperor Wei brushed away the clutter in front of the case, turned his head to look at Meng Jinghuai, and made a look of understanding, and his tone loosened a little between his words: "Meng Qing has not been married for a long time, and he is still young and vigorous, get up." ”

Meng Jinghuai stood up, and his knees were numb after kneeling for a few hours, but he stabilized his figure, pushed away the concubine who stepped forward to support him, and lowered his head:

"Your Majesty."

He took in the eyes of the two, and this scene was just for himself.

"That's it, it's getting late, Meng Shaoqing retreat."

Emperor Wei waved his hand, his eyes touched the mountain-like folds on the case, and the impatience on his eyebrows was a little more, today Shen Xiang asked Mu to take a vacation, and he was irritable after only half an hour of dealing with the twists and turns.

In the past, there was Shen Xiang, he was happy and idle, he only had to raise fierce horses, and play with his concubines.

He has not been interested in poetry, books, etiquette and music since he was a child, he only blindly practiced martial arts, thinking that the literati were weakened, he didn't like poetry and books, and he relied on soldiers and horses to sit on the world?

Emperor Wei was full of disdain.

Meng Jinghuai's eyes fell on the few twists and turns that were trampled under Emperor Wei's case, and the hidden anger rolled through his throat, and he was pressed down alive.

A shocking shadow flashed across his eyes, and he finally bowed and saluted: "The minister retires." ”

Meng Jing turned around with a hunched body and walked out of the hall steadily, and the night wind that hit him added three points of coldness to his rain-soaked court clothes, which was cold to the bones.

Inside and outside the Xuanzheng Dynasty, the eight-lift sedan chair that broke the specifications came with great momentum, drove to the front of the door of the inner hall and stopped, the woman in the sedan chair was condescending through the tent veil, and the maid played a paper umbrella, and she stepped leisurely on the knee of the eunuch to get off the sedan chair.

It is Liu Guifei, who is now the crown of the six palaces.

Meng Jinghuai turned sideways to avoid it, his eyes staring at the ground: "The minister sees the noble concubine." ”

Liu Guifei raised her eyes lazily, as if she had only seen his existence now, and sneered arbitrarily: "No courtesy." ”

After saying that, he walked into the inner hall without squinting, twisting his waist three times in one step, and the emerald color of his temples swayed so dizzily.

In a moment, the sound of Liu Guifei and Emperor Wei frolicking came from the hall.

Meng Jinghuai walked out slowly, the son with a jade crown and wide sleeves was a heavy white dew in the Ninefold Palace, but his fists were clenched, and no one could see that his palm was embedded with blood from his nails.

Since the death of Empress Chen, Emperor Wei has become more and more mediocre, and Liu's specifications of the Yue system, coupled with Emperor Wei's reputation for being unorthodox and not taking care of political affairs, have already aroused the anger of the people.

There were passing eunuchs in the corridor, talking about gossip in a low voice, Meng Jing was in her ears, it turned out that Emperor Wei had moved the mind of giving Bu Yunhuan to Wei Jingqi again.

I heard that this time even Liu Guifei blew a lot of pillow wind.

Meng Jinghuai turned sideways and handed over his eyes and light, and on the other corridor, the maid beside Liu Guifei who he had just seen was leading a girl and was walking towards the Xuanzheng Palace.

The girl's figure brushed the threshold, the moonlight sprinkled on her body, the skirt burned a hot pink, her lips were half curled, and she held the sweet proportion, and the arrogance that could not be hidden carried the scenery and half a fan, and she was free to move.

It was that step Yunhuan.

She followed closely behind the maidservant, her brow full of joy.

Meng Jinghuai retracted his gaze, returned to the steep wind and mist, the mud was mottled, his pace quickened, his starry eyes were rippling with the moonlight after the rain of the Nine Palaces, and the anger in his heart also dissipated by two points.

When it comes to other people's affairs, he just rejoices.

It's getting late, I'm afraid Ah He is impatient to wait.