Huai Sleeve heard the crescent moon say this, and his heart couldn't help but be moved.

I didn't expect this girl who didn't care about things on her face to have such a delicate mind, and she was completely planning for her, her heart was hot, and she reached out and held the crescent moon and said, "Thank you for thinking about these for me, but ......"

Halfway through his words, he lowered his face and sighed softly: "My heart can't turn ......."

"Master, if Rong Yueya says something that you don't like, you and Master Rong are indeed a good match, and you are impeccable in terms of conduct, appearance and family background. However, only one point, now that you have entered the palace, you can't help it, and many things are just a matter of my imperial uncle's words, and at that time, all your waiting will be in vain, not only in vain these efforts, but also delaying Lord Rong! ”

If you say what was said in front of the crescent moon, Huai Sleeve still has refutable words, but the last sentence is like a thorn against the heart, making Huai Sleeve's body and mind tremble.

Indeed, she can wait, but at the same time, it is her and Rong Ruo's time that is delayed.

If Rong Ruo is the eldest man of the Mingzhu Zaifu family, he has been vacant for a long time, and I am afraid that there will be a lot of criticism, right? Huai Sleeve had thought about these before, but because the two of them had already planned before entering the palace, they put these aside for the time being, but now, the world is changeable and the time of leaving the palace is even more unpredictable, and it is indeed too embarrassing for him to wait for him like this.

At dinner, the crescent moon passed the food into her room, the two ate together, chatted some gossip, and then came out of the crescent moon room and returned to his own rain viewing building.

When he entered the house, he suddenly felt physically and mentally tired, and instructed Jian Yue to prepare a warm soup for bathing, and dismissed a Ying palace person, not even leaving Jian Yue, changing clothes and bathing alone.

As soon as he took off his robe, the piece of paper hidden in the sleeve cage slipped out.

I picked it up and gently opened it, only to see a neat plum blossom seal on a plain paper with a poem "Zhaojun's Resentment".

Who cherishes the deep forbidden good spring, the twilight Yao steps stand, and the orchestral sound of the other courtyard is not clear.

It's the pear blossom again, embroidered by the spring cold tonight, the lonely lock of the Zhumen, and the dream of Chengen.

After reading it, his hand shook, and the paper almost fell into the warm bath.

The warm water vapor lingered, and Huai Sleeve only felt that there was a burst of dampness on his face and eyes, but he couldn't tell whether it was misty or astringent......

Stripped off his clothes, walked slowly into the soup pool with his sleeves in his arms, and completely submerged his body into the warm soup water floating with jasmine petals, but threw it away, feeling cold and unrelieved.

Sure enough, Rong Ruo really misunderstood her, it seems that the rumors that Jian Yue said the day before yesterday have reached Rong Ruo's ears, and they have stirred up a lot of waves in his heart, otherwise he would never have written this poem with a strong "palace words" to her, and the sentence "Meng Chengen" actually questioned her heart of looking forward to the emperor's "happiness"!

Thinking of these, Huai Sleeve suddenly remembered the blurred coldness in his eyes when he saw Rong Ruo today, and it turned out that some of it was really for her.

Originally, she had already been suspicious in her heart, but today I saw her sitting and playing against the emperor with my own eyes, and the evidence was even more conclusive and fell into my eyes.

A heavy tiredness suddenly turned up in his heart, and his sleeves gently closed his eyes.

I don't like the strong fragrance and greasy people, so I specially ordered the bath to only use Phalaenopsis, and at this time, the indifferent and elegant aura of Zilan seems to contain a slight bitter taste.

Meng Chengen, she is indeed Meng Chengen, but the person who is Chengen doesn't know that except for him, no one can make her ancient wells vibrant, cold and warm.

At the beginning of the new rain, a few white cotton peaches floated in the glazed blue sky. In the lotus pond in front of the door, there are many lotus seeds newly ripened among the lotus leaves.

The day before, Jian Yue sat by the door and embroidered a handkerchief, the pattern chosen was the red fly with the sleeve depiction, a bright red dragonfly stood on the newly grown lotus canopy, the light wings were finely outlined with the embroidery thread pinched with gold wire, as if reflecting the scorching brilliance under the sun, and a water lily lay quietly under the slender lotus canopy.

The crescent moon passed before the door, looking at the handkerchief embroidered by the moon very much, and suddenly remembered that the sleeves seemed to be lazier than the previous days, so they wanted to go out to pick lotus seeds to lead the sleeves out for a walk.

Huai Sleeve originally just wanted to teach the crescent moon to learn words and quietly copy some scriptures to kill time, but she couldn't stand the abrasive nature of the crescent moon, so she had to pull it out.

"Quick, put it here, here's ......"

The crescent moon excitedly commanded several little eunuchs to put a small wooden boat down into the water, and the palace maid holding the soft cushion next to her immediately went up and placed the two silk mats on the two wooden piers fixed by the boat.

Immediately after jumping up, a small eunuch stood at the bow of the boat holding a long bamboo pole, and the other two palace maids each held two pale pink oil-paper umbrellas to shade the sun.

After getting on the boat with his sleeves and crescent moon and sitting firmly, the little eunuch carefully supported the penny, and the boat slowly headed towards the center of the lake with dense lotus leaves.

At this time, it is the season when the lotus flowers are luxuriant, the lotus leaves that are tall above the human body sway the blue skirt to meet the breeze and dance in the breeze, and the tender fragrance of the clear Lingling is sent into the nose with the wind to make people tired and hearty.

I liked the pool of blue in front of me very much, and gently rolled up the water sleeves while picking the lotus canopy to peel it. While singing the song of lotus picking in the tune of Yue, the lotus picker and the song of lotus picking, the willow outside the orchid boat, no matter how frightened the mandarin duck dream ......

The crescent moon peeled the lotus canopy while putting the white lotus seeds in her mouth, and when she heard Huai Sleeve singing, she approached and asked beside Huai Sleeve, "What song is Master singing?" It's so good, it hasn't stopped before. ”

Huai Sleeve smiled: "This is a Yue tune, a poem written by Jin Ren Yang Guo, called "Little Pink", which is specially sung by lotus pickers and lotus pickers. ”

The crescent moon listened to it and then asked: "I only seem to have sung half of this song, why don't you sing the other half?" ”

"The other half ......" Huai Sleeve was interrupted by the shouting of the little eunuch standing at the bow of the boat, who pointed to the shore of the lake and shouted: "Princess, the yellow umbrella by the lake seems to belong to the Lord Long Live it." ”

When the crescent moon heard this, she hurriedly stood up and put up a pergola to look at the lakeshore, and sure enough, she saw a crowd of people clustering around a bright yellow honor guard umbrella.

The crescent moon smiled: "Sure enough, it's Uncle Huang, let's go back." ”

There was still a section away from the shore, and the crescent moon waved her arms vigorously, and her sleeves also stood up, and she could gradually see Kangxi's face clearly.

Under the dissolving sun, Kangxi stood on the shore of the lake, with the back of his hand behind him, the wind gently stirred the hem of the robe, and the bright yellow Sugong silk brocade was embroidered with blue sea patterns.

The little eunuch carefully supported the boat into the shallows on the shore, Kangxi walked over slowly, stretched out his hand, first held the crescent moon's hand to help it off the boat, and when he turned back, his sleeves were already standing by the side of the boat, and he was about to get down by himself.

At this time, Kangxi stretched out his hand.