When she got up in the morning, King Xia had already gone to the morning court and did not wake her up.

The maid pushed open the door and brought the tea and green salt for gargling. The sun shines in, and the bronzed incense burner spreads with the smell of summer flowers.

The green smoke is like the thin waist of Yan Rong Jinu, dancing in the wind.

Lian Juan, the palace maid in charge of Hua Muyuan, helped Zhou Wan sit up slowly. Zhou Wan thought of last night's heart beating a little, and asked: "Yan Rong's people came that day, no one saw it." ”

Lian Juan shook her head while helping Zhou Wan put on her ginger embroidered boots.

Zhou Wan looked at this henchman who had followed her into the palace from the mansion, and sighed: "I am honest and unsteady. ”

Lian Juan looked at her with a questioning face, and silently recalled yesterday's scene in her heart, indeed no one saw it, and that day the sky and the earth were vast, the snow fell like a meteor, and the footsteps were buried.

She said with certainty: "It's true that no one has seen it, maybe it's been too cold recently, and you've been working hard day and night, so you don't feel steady." I'll ask the Imperial Doctor to come and take a look at it in a while, and add more charcoal, so that you can rest assured. ”

Zhou Wan rubbed her temples, and then she breathed a sigh of relief: "Then let's all tell it." ”

Lian Juan answered, got up and was about to leave. Zhou Wan looked at her back, the gray-pink skirt dangling in front of her eyes, reminding her of a hot spring in the suburbs, and the misty steaming water surrounded the surrounding peach blossom trees.

That's the color.

The peach blossoms are beautiful and eye-catching.

Her father built a small courtyard there, and when he was tired in the spring and autumn, he went there to take a dip.

It's been 40 years.

entered the palace at the age of sixteen, and now he is no longer in his cardamom years. The past is like a dream, involving most of the life.

"Lian Juan." Zhou Wan called softly.

Lian Juan turned around: "Madam? ”

"Me, am I old?" Zhou Wan held a small mandarin duck bronze mirror, and her white fingers caressed her face.

Lian Juan smiled and stood in the sunlight cast by the crack in the door: "No, Madame has always been the most beautiful." No number of beauties is less than one ten-thousandth of yours. ”

Zhou Wan was stunned.

"Madame, what's wrong with you?" Lian Juan noticed that something was wrong with Concubine Fu, and walked quickly to the side of the bed again.

Concubine Fu shook her head: "I'm still not at ease." She took Lian Juan's somewhat rough hand and asked, "There haven't been any major events recently?" ”

Lian Juan stood aside, lowered her head and thought for a while.

When I thought of something, my body was shocked.

"What's wrong?"

Lian Juan frowned, pursed her lips, bent sideways and whispered in Zhou Wan's ear, "It's about the day of death." ”

Yes?

Concubine Fu was stunned.

She didn't say her name, but Zhou Wan already remembered who it was.

She closed her eyes and didn't speak.

Lian Juan looked at Concubine Fu and quietly retreated.

In the deserted Huamu Garden, crows flew by outside and called three or two times.

Zhou Wan's voice was small, but very clear.

"Heartfelt ......"

At that time, it was said that the little daughter of the Zhou family and the son of the Fu family were made in heaven, a talented and beautiful pair.

When she met Fu Jinhan, she was just cardamom age, wearing a goose-yellow butterfly embroidered satin brocade skirt, tied with a green silk palace silk, and a pair of peach blossom eyes with a thick smile.

She was holding hibiscus flowers by the stream in the suburbs, and Fu Xinhan, who was beating a horse, splashed the water on her skirt.

She snorted angrily, she didn't know where the reckless boy came from, and was about to put on a show, but who knew that the young man in Tsing Yi laughed embarrassedly first.

I don't know where to shine out of nowhere, a peach-pink pinch tooth pleated skirt and an off-white tuanhua gold brocade round-neck full-sleeved silk shirt, lining her embarrassed blushing face. Zhou Wan didn't expect this young man in Tsing Yi to be so different from other noble sons, she didn't blame her subordinates for not leading the horse in anger, nor did she belittle others for not having long eyes.

Just a clean and hearty smile, like the wind blowing in early summer, the sun and the fragrance of green grass.

Later, Zhou Wan learned that it was the second son of the Fu family, who liked poetry and was also good at riding horses.

At that time, during the festival, Fu Jinhan secretly waited at the door of the Zhou Mansion Courtyard, and took Zhou Wan out to enjoy the lanterns, watch the dragon dance, eat snacks, and fly kites.

Zhou Wan's father, Zhou Binzhao, and the Fu family seemed to acquiesce in the relationship between the two, and they also turned a blind eye, and when Zhou Wan was older, they would choose a day to settle this family business.

Zhou Wan was born beautiful and can play the guqin.

The slender fingers pluck the strings, and the melodious sound moves in all directions.

Although two people can often be seen, one recites poetry and the other plays the piano.

Dressed in green clothes, wearing a pink skirt, green poplars and fragrant grass, drunk and light boat.

Although she knew that Zhou Wan was heartfelt, the sons of the nobles also came to the mansion in an endless stream as guests.

It was only later, in one winter, that the Fu family was involved in a big corruption case of official salt smuggling, dismissed from official positions, and the whole family was exiled to the frontier.

Before this, Zhou Wan was grounded. When she learned the news, she was desperate to go to see Fu Jinhan, but her father imprisoned her in the house.

She cried and red-eyed, and said I don't beg you to let me marry him, I beg you to let me go and see him and give him a ride. But her father didn't see her at all.

She cried, and Lian Juan cried with her.

Later, she felt that she was going blind, she couldn't see, and she only cried with a hazy halo. She fainted in the house and woke up three days later.

The family told her that the person was gone.

She stared out the window in a daze, silent.

Later, a family member of the Fu Mansion told her that Fu Jinhan contracted cold and died on the way to the frontier.

She didn't believe it, she gave all the money she had secretly saved to this person, and begged him to give her a little news from the Fu family.

The man did go and went to look for it, and brought back a letter from Fu Jinhan's mother.

Tell her that Fu Jinhan was buried in the snow with his father.

She was silent after reading it, and asked Lian Juan to burn the letter.

Zhou Wan would dream of Fu Jinhan every night, hugged her, and told her sweet words, saying that she would marry her in the future.

She was always convinced in her dreams, but after she woke up, she was depressed and didn't like to talk.

The Zhou family invited countless famous doctors, all of whom said that it was a heart disease, and countless sons also came up with various tricks to make her happy, she just smiled perfunctorily.

In August of the following year, when the hibiscus flowers bloomed, she went to the palace with her father to enjoy the flowers, and when she was sixteen years old, she met Jingcheng for the first time.

He was wearing an azure satin shirt and holding his hands behind his back, looking at the girl who didn't like to laugh.

Her eyes were red, as if she had cried, and as if she was drunk.

The only time she laughed that day was when she saw countless hibiscus flowers blooming, she smiled, and her eyes suddenly became extremely bright, as if there was a gentle flame burning slowly. The pink petals set off her pearl-like jade.

At that time, she happened to see Jingcheng through the gap in the petals.

It's still a hibiscus flower, it's still a green shirt.

It was the first time they met, and she didn't want to admit it, but she always felt a feeling of Fu Gongzi between her eyebrows, sunny and mature.

Zhou Wan noticed that he was looking at her, lowered her eyes, and quietly hid behind her father's robe.

Later, Jing Cheng married Zhou Wan.

Father Zhou Binzhao was also so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

It is logical that he has become an important minister to assist Jingcheng.

In the court, Zhang Zhong, Lian Qin, and Zhou Bin sat on an equal footing.

Since then, she has favored the harem alone, and has become a concubine step by step.

It's just that she cried too much that year, and she had heart disease, and her body was not very good, only Jing Zheng had one child, but unfortunately Jing Zheng was not always by her side now.

Zhou Wan thought, her heart ached, she didn't know if she could have any more children at her age.

But in the past few years that Jing Zheng went out of the palace to live in the palace, his eyes were slowly cloudy and sophisticated.

She originally thought that her father could teach him more and become a man who stood up to the sky, but it backfired and became an item for the Zhou family to invite merit. Although he has a bit of merit, he has become the most domineering and dissolute prince in Chengping City.

In the first month of the previous year, he drank with someone in Feiyan Tower. A pot of wine under the stomach, people drunk unconscious, under the coaxing of friends, the banquet of the whole restaurant people to have fun together, the girls in the flower building next door are all wrapped, enjoy the moon together.

Rouge is no match for the aroma of wine.

The lights are bright and green, haunting the heart.

Wine and beauty, Jing Zheng drank dizzily and was not enjoyable. Pushing the cup and changing the lamp, he roared angrily and ordered someone to buy all the wine from the two restaurants next door and pour it into the Lotus River. In an instant, the aroma of wine overflowed, and the whole Chengping could smell the smell of sorghum.

The wind does not blow away.

Every household knows that King Jingzheng, the third son of Great Xia, is so competitive that he even went to the flower building to shock the capital.

When Zhou Wan knew about this, Jing Cheng hadn't gotten angry yet, so she saw that she was so angry that she pushed off the Ruyi vase on the table and shattered it to the ground.

She felt that her son was becoming more and more like she had an uncompetitive brother, who ate, drank, prostituted, gambled, mixed up with an official position, and was blessed by his father.

was promoted to make a fortune, but his father said that this was the glory of the ancestors.

When Lian Juan put the food in, she saw Concubine Fu still sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze. She asked tentatively, "Madame?" ”

Zhou Wan came back to her senses and looked at her: "Ah, that, let's do it according to previous years." I still have some broken silver, so I'll give it to Fu's mother. ”

"Yes." Lian Juan responded.

She pushed open the window in a daze, saw the bare branches of the hibiscus in the yard, and laughed.

Lian Juan was afraid that she would be cold, and she was afraid that she would touch the scene, so it was worth persuading her to go to the dinner table and close the window.