Yongde Xi Gong Jiangshan died (7)
Yongde Xi Gong Jiangshan died (7)
The spring in the imperial garden is beautiful, and every time the palace is passed, it is always necessary to avoid a large detour.
Not for anything else, just for fear of bumping into something you shouldn't bump into.
Since he recovered from his illness, he seems to be less difficult, and he no longer scolds his subordinates at will. even smiled at the palace people from time to time, and his attitude was a lot gentler.
Almost in and out with Yun Guifei, although the urn does not have the name of a princess, no one dares to say that she is not a princess. Who doesn't know that today's urn metaphor is more noble and heavier than when she was a princess in the past.
A delicate-looking man pulled the belt of the urn, but the urn did not push it away.
The man took advantage of the situation and took the urn into his arms, but the urn metaphor seemed to be accustomed to flirting with the man.
The palace people were twenty paces away and stopped this place.
Emperor Yuan gave the mansion to the urn, although the urn did not live much, the mansion was already full of all kinds of men, all of whom were outstanding.
Emperor Yuan just rewarded people again and again, and didn't say half a word to the people around him.
Yun Guifei presented a decoction that melted the golden pill,
"Your Majesty, it's time to take your medicine."
"This is boiled by the concubine's own hands, you have to drink it all."
Emperor Yuan took it,
"Why did Concubine Ai suddenly boil soup today?"
Emperor Yuan coughed violently, but he never coughed up blood again, only felt that every time he coughed, his throat and lungs hurt hotly.
Emperor Yuan drank the decoction and said,
"Yun'er, in the future, these things will be handed over to the minions to do, why do you do it yourself."
Yun Guifei smiled,
"Aren't the concubines worried that they won't be able to do well?"
Yun Guifei stepped forward, lowered her eyes, and lay on Emperor Yuan's knees, pretending to be gentle,
"Your Majesty, why have you given so many faces to Princess Wengyu these days? In the end, the princess has never been married, so it's not good to be so public. ”
Emperor Yuan snorted, his skinny body could no longer support the newly made dragon robe made a few days ago, his cheeks and eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his body began to turn white and peel off his skin. It's just that Emperor Yuan felt more and more that he was still in good spirits.
Just when I look in the mirror, I can't help but feel old. With this golden pill, how long can he prolong his life, this can never be said.
And Yang Sheng is eyeing the court, if Yang Sheng is his parent, everything can be discussed again, but Yang Sheng is the heir of the palace family, if Yang Sheng is allowed to succeed to the throne, in this world, is the surname Gong or the surname Yang?
He would rather let Weng Yu succeed to the throne than give up his throne to his enemies.
What does it matter if the urn is raised or not, the left and right urns have become the princess, and there is absolutely no need to marry, with the face, like the emperor, there are seventy-two concubines in three palaces and six courtyards, which is what the emperor looks like.
Now he only hates that he was suspicious and killed his only son, leaving Yang Sheng in the world, but he can't move it, he has to be careful to provide for it, and the court must really hand it over to him to manage. Otherwise, if the Gong family found out, they would definitely think that he had to forget about it, and then fight at the border to warn him.
The palace chief jue leaned his back on the windowsill, and combed the concubine into the door with the food,
"Miss, you haven't eaten anything well since you've been back for so long, how can this work?"
The palace chief said,
"Comb, did you say that the refugees from the seven states are now pouring into Chang'an?"
Comb said,
"Of course, at the feet of the Son of Heaven in Chang'an, it is prosperous, and in what year did the victims linger in the southern city of Chang'an?"
"Miss, let's eat first."
Gong Changjue jumped off the windowsill.
Comb said,
"Miss is a little different from before."
The palace chief said,
"What's the difference?"
Comb said,
"I used to always have a sad face, but when I was in the northwest, I was fine, but when I came back here, especially four months ago, you were depressed every day, you didn't speak, you didn't light the lamp, you sat all day, and you often said some strange things."
"Well, now that the young lady comes back, she can often talk a little more, and she is more out of touch than before, and she no longer doesn't say a word all day, although she doesn't eat very well, she won't be unable to eat at once, she hardly eats, and she's very thin."
Gong Changjue looked out the window, and the breeze blew his broken hair up.
At that time, she had just come back, thinking about how to turn the tables and how to reverse the future every day, and at night, thinking about the things in her previous life, she couldn't sleep peacefully.
Tea and rice are heartless, and sleep is not possible.
Now, although she knows that the road ahead is still full of thorns, she is determined to go, and she will walk side by side with him, no matter what, she will never let go. When the boulder in my heart is put down, I am naturally happier.
Comb said,
"Miss, you haven't been home these days, where do you live? You didn't mention it in your letter. ”
Gong Changjue sat down, picked up chopsticks,
"Where can I go, it's just a friend to borrow for a month."
Comb said,
"What friend? Could it be Miss Table? No, if it was Zuofu, you must have told us a long time ago, if the young lady didn't say it, wouldn't it be ......"
Comb deliberately lengthened the last note, a little ridiculous.
The palace chief understands that this girl must have heard a lot of rumors outside, these days, her father went to war, and there was no panic of war in Chang'an City for the time being, and she was particularly concerned about her and Chu Ranxin's affairs, and the return of her and Chu Ranxin was like a dream, and it was the return of the princess and the goddess.
For so many days, she didn't hear a word saying that they were unworthy, and even the noble girl who had a bad relationship with her and admired Chu Ranxin came to the letterhead, urging her to gossip about where she and Chu Ranxin had gone during these days, whether they were really sealed in heaven, one day in heaven and one year on earth, and the two of them listened to the teachings in heaven for an hour, and as soon as they came back, it was a month later.
The palace chief only replied to all his own destiny and put this topic in the past.
The noble girl even repeatedly asked when the two would get married and when they would come to the door to propose. Have you made a private decision and worshiped heaven and earth?
The palace chief couldn't prevaricate, so he could only play haha, but he didn't expect that there were more and more such letterheads, and those who didn't know each other, in addition to asking her questions, he also asked her to go to the banquet in a different way.
And most of them have admired Chu Ranyu.
The palace chief thought that these legends and rumors that were dyed with gods and ghosts were too true, and everyone felt that their marriage was predestined, no one dared to stir it, and no one could dismantle it, so even if they had a heart in the past, they had no intention at this moment. On the contrary, they were influenced by the sayings of the gods and the stories of beautiful talents, with the mentality of joining in the fun, just like when they matched the emperor and his queen, they were together, and these people were also happy, and they felt happy to see them close.
A few days ago, there was a scholar in Tsing Yi who got drunk in the middle of the night, drunk at the gate of the palace, crying and saying something, suing the government for her, risking his life to give the palace family a head under the cloud platform in the north of the city, and suffered from the oppression of the government for her, believing that she would never die, so he read for her night after night, only looking forward to when she came back from life, he could be admitted to the champion and welcome her as his wife, but everything was shattered, she actually followed Chu Ranxing.
The scholar in Tsing Yi was drunk, crying tears and snot, muttering at the door in the middle of the night, the palace chief heard the report, pushed the door out, the scholar saw her, but his eyes lit up all of a sudden, as if he saw the stars, wanted to talk to her, but did not dare to take a step closer.
The palace chief didn't even say a word to the scholar, but just sent him back and went back to the courtyard.
The next day, I heard that someone was making a fuss outside the Dingwang Mansion, and as soon as Chu Ranyu came out, he was hugged by a man with five big and three thick legs, and the man shouted, "If you don't marry Miss Changjue, I will die to the end." ”
It turned out to be the matter of the scholar in Tsing Yi, although the scholar was disheartened, but in the end, someone knew, it was the palace chief who sent someone to send him back, and the news spread out, and everyone was afraid that Chu Ranyu would be preempted by others if he was one step late.
are all scholars, the scholar is still a lifter, only waited for a year for the imperial examination, and after taking the palace examination, he is an official, who knows which one is this champion?
The first strike is strong, and the second attack suffers, everyone just thinks, what if Chu Shizi is one step late, and this palace chief is robbed by others.
After all, the scholar is still a brave and resourceful person, and he also gave Miss Changjue too much, and he couldn't keep the sword to win love.
Just like that, inexplicably, a question arose in Chang'an, did Chu Shizi go to propose marriage today?
Only more anxious, not the most anxious.
There are more and more people urging marriage day by day, and some people turn out the matter of the palace chief and Chu Ran's Lantern Festival traveling together, ask the people they have seen, and make this paragraph into a small song, make up Taiping lyrics, sing it in the market, and even some fiction and reality, such as Zhu Yu killed Miss Changjue that day, and Chu Shizi jumped over the building to save her, so that Miss Changjue was unscathed, and for example, both of them were born in a family of Jiangmen, and even they are still world friends, they are childhood sweethearts, two little guesses, and feelings are secretly born, these true or false stories are full of seats as soon as they open. Every time a new bridge section is added, it can always set off a storm.
But there are also people who think that the scholar in Tsing Yi is chivalrous and courageous, and his literary talent is outstanding, who doesn't know, his surname is Lan, his name is Jun, and he is the Xie Yuan of Qingzhou Mansion, and the princess and the princess say that the champion Lang is called Lang Sheng.
Blue, Lang, isn't this a metaphor?
For a while, this kind of statement is also sought after by many people in private, that Lan Jun is also considered to be handsome, with good facial features, at that time, Chengbei took the lead in saying that he was uneven, beating the drum in front of the government office, and running around on weekdays is for the palace family, so sincere and hot, compared to Chu Ranyu, although he is like an immortal, but he is so cold that he has no half reaction, but there is much more human taste.
Such a man is the one who can be good to you wholeheartedly and can live a good life.
Moreover, the matter has not yet been decided, how can it be Chu Shizi? Didn't Miss Changjue even ask people to send Lan Jun back? Who knows if there is a bit of affection and affection.
The two parties are in dispute, the palace Chu faction must be cynical when they see the palace blue faction, and the palace blue faction will secretly feel that they have no experience and do not know how to read people.
Gong Changjue never thought that there would be such a situation, let alone that someone would admire her and be willing to do so many things for her.