Chapter 92

After a heavy rain, the air outside the house smells of dampness, the unique scent of earth, and blows in with a slight breeze.

After the rain, the sky is obviously clearer, clean blue, and some white white clouds floating on it, and there is a rainbow obliquely reflected on it, different colors, looking at the mood is also a lot better.

The outside is not completely dry, and there are still water droplets on the ground, reflecting the light of the sun, and those flowers and plants are carrying water droplets of different sizes, stretching their bodies, looking vibrant, not like the sun burned before.

A heavy rain washed away the dust floating in the air, and the uncollected jars outside had washed away their own sludge and looked a little cleaner, and the rest of the utensils also showed their original luster, and everything looked so clean.

The birds on the branches regained their vitality, shook off the dew from their bodies, raised their heads, and chirped in the direction of the sun, welcoming a new day, or singing about the freshness after the rain.

The curtains in the house were also rolled up, and the slight breeze blew in along the curtains, and the blowing curtains hit each other, making a crisp sound, and the smell of aromatherapy was diluted a lot, mixed with the smell of fresh earth, and I felt a little cold on my body.

The Queen Mother did not sit in the house, but asked those palace people to bring a chair, put it on the corridor, sit on it, leaning on the back of the soft chair very comfortably, holding a fan in her hand, shaking it for a while, and the feather fan swayed back and forth with the Queen Mother's wrist, bringing up gusts of wind.

The sun is not very hot, the light shining on the body just hits, warm, the queen mother doesn't know what to ponder, the feather fan in her hand shook a few times, and then stayed in mid-air, and after a while, gently shook a few times.

Mo Yu sat quietly on the side, holding a seven-string guqin in his hand, pressing his slender fingers on the strings, plucking a few times from time to time, or touching lightly, making different tones.

Those tones converged into a heart-tugging tune, played "Interpretation", but the tune was not as bright as the sun outside, a little silent and mournful.

The two of them sat there quietly, and the rest of the palace people retreated a little farther away, leaving a quiet space with the tune echoing in the corridor.

Mo Yu's eyes did not often stare at the strings, but looked at the scenery outside from time to time, those shining dewdrops, and the petals that could not bear the dew, and occasionally some small insects, carrying the food they were looking for, and squirming by.

The Queen Mother didn't care where Mo Yu's eyes were looking, but held the feather fan, and the other hand was still holding the previous Buddha bead, her eyes were a little stunned, listening to such a sad tune, the expression on her face couldn't see how it had changed.

The birds on the branches pecked at their feathers, combed their messy hair, and pecked at the surrounding fruits, and the sound of chirping filled the whole yard.

However, the songs in the corridor are not so cheerful, as if entering a different world, and different tunes linger around, creating a different atmosphere.

The Queen Mother's fingers bent slightly, and she knocked on the handle of the chair a few times, as if she was in tune with such a tune, and it also made a somewhat dull sound, which could be regarded as an accompaniment.

There was silence for a long time, and in the corridor, except for the shallow sound of breathing, only a sad tune was left spreading, and it was quiet as if there were no people.

The Queen Mother suddenly spoke, stirring up such a flat tone, her voice was as smooth as a slowly flowing river, and said, "Did you hear that? ”

Mo Yu stopped the movement in his hand, the strings vibrated a few times and stopped, and those continuous tones also dissipated into the air, and the corridor that was full of tones just now seemed a little empty. It was also quiet outside, except for the sound of a few restless birds chirping and the rustle of leaves being blown away.

Mo Yu listened carefully for a while, and didn't notice any other unusual sounds, but the Queen Mother's face was very calm, and there was no joke at all.

"Hear what?"

Mo Yu was puzzled, looked at the Queen Mother, and asked rhetorically.

The bead curtain was blown by the wind, crisply colliding in the air, the beads reflected the sunlight, and the little spots of light hit the ground, which was very beautiful.

There are some black pressed ants under their feet, taking advantage of the fact that there is not much obstacle after the rain, they crawl out early to forage for food and prepare food for the future. There were also a few unknown insects, some flapping their wings and flying over, and some were blown to other places by the feather fan in the queen mother's hand.

The Queen Mother did not rush to answer, and the feather fan in her hand immediately fanned a few more times, and the sound seemed to be dispersed by the fanning wind.

"Conspiracy, it is the smell of conspiracy that permeates the air."

The wind outside the house seems to be a little stronger, but there is not much coolness, and it is very comfortable to blow on the body, especially the freshness of the air being washed, and the whole person's mood is much better.

Yuqing Palace also started to be busy early, after all, there are still many unfinished tasks that need to be completed as soon as possible after the rain, those maids got together in twos and threes, holding different things in their arms, scattered one after another, packed up the tasks in their hands, exhaled the fresh air deeply, and continued to be busy.

Rouge looked outside, those flowers stained with rain and dew, hanging their heads, delicate, looked a little brighter than before, very pleasing.

Walking to a wet place, Rouge tiptoed, stepping on the wet soil, those flat land, leaving deep and shallow footprints, Rouge looked around, found a few bouquets of flowers that looked extraordinarily delicate, put them on the tip of his nose, those fragrances into his nose, and his mood was a little better with this fragrance.

Gently pinching off those delicate branches, the nails were also stained with some tender green juice, and the dew of flowers slipped down on his hands, even on the rouge dress, leaving a little watermark.

Rouge didn't care at all and used his free hand to hold the hem of his skirt a few times, and slowly walked out on tiptoe again, the small embroidered shoes, with some undried soil, each step, left shallow marks on the ground, dried on the soles.

Rouge's mood is still like being washed by such rain, the mood seems to be leaping up, holding a bouquet of rain-stained flowers in his hand, and he has been looking for a vase for a long time when he enters the door, but fortunately, someone wipes it often, and the vase is clean and clean, without much dust.

The vase was painted with a simple pattern, with a white background, and Rouge hummed an unknown song in his mouth, gently inserted the bouquet of flowers in his hand, took some clear water and poured it in, and only stopped pouring water when he reached the bottleneck.

Yin Chenglu didn't know when he came over, he didn't let anyone report it, it was quiet outside the door as if no one was coming in or out, standing on the side without making a sound, with his hands behind his back, not knowing what he was thinking.

Rouge didn't react at all, and put all his thoughts on the flowers in front of him that made him happy, and he leaned in and smelled it a few times, and his heart was even more cheerful.

The petals in the bottle also shook a few times with the swing, and a few drops of dew did not hook up, and slid down the petals on the palm of Rouge's hand, moist and itchy, and after a while, disappeared into the sunlight.

Yin Chenglu quietly appeared behind Rouge, looked carefully, frowned slightly, didn't make a sound, just looked at Rouge's busy appearance, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The rest of the palace people scattered because they had been stopped a long time ago, and they didn't dare to gather around the emperor, they scattered in other places, putting all their thoughts on the work in their hands, and didn't dare to look up a few more times.

Rouge finished fiddling with the bunches of flowers, the movements of his hands did not slow down at all, and his fingers gently brushed the few round dewdrops, which were small and cute, and after a while, they were absorbed by the sun, and the fingertips dried up again.

Mu Yan has been in the house, fragrant, even if the windows are open in the house, there is fresh air convection, it is not as fresh as outside, put down the things in his hand, open the curtain, and when he was about to go out to have a look, he saw such a scene.

Yin Chenglu had been watching Rouge's movements, but when he heard the voice behind him, he came back to his senses and shifted his gaze to the location where the sound came from.

Mu Yan poked out his head, the bead curtains that he didn't hold hit his head, Mu Yan reached out and grabbed the beads, opened them, and teased them behind him.

"When did the emperor become interested in my girl?"

Mu Yan walked out, the bead curtain was lowered again, scattered behind Mu Yan, and said with a smile.

When Yin Chenglu looked back, he had already taken his eyes back, looked at Mu Yan who came out, and before he could say anything, he was asked first.

Yin Chenglu didn't answer directly, but glanced at Rouge's back again, and asked instead, "Who is she?" ”

The birds outside the house chirped a little louder, and the wind seemed to be slightly louder, with a bit of dampness, blowing on the body, stirring the skirt on the body, and gently touching the body.

"My father is afraid that I am not used to living in the palace." Mu Yan didn't hide anything, but looked at Yin Chenglu's eyes and replied word by word, "She is my personal maid, so I asked my concubine to send her in." ”

This explanation is also reasonable, there are no major flaws, and Mu Yan's eyes are also black and clear, not like a lie.

Yin Chenglu responded lightly, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.