Shen Qingrong's beauty is like the white lotus in the lotus pond, elegant and refined. Her beauty never needs to be deliberately described, as if the heavy rouge gouache will stain this fine jade.

Shen Mu cherishes her the most, not only because she is an only daughter, but also because she has been so well-behaved since she was a child. When other people's children were playing outside, she could sit upright at the table and read books in a childish voice.

When she was young, she never let others worry about anything. In the past sixteen years, the threshold of the mansion has been almost broken by those who come to the door to talk about the media, but Shen Mu sent all these people back.

I heard that he was waiting for the draft ceremony. Some people also say that this Shen family's daughter has a false name, and her writing is good, but she is afraid that her appearance is difficult to see, or she is seriously ill.

Doctor Yu stroked his beard and waved his hand again and again, "If you are hungry in the future, it's good to come here." I don't know how long it takes to smell it at home. As he said this, the imperial doctor glanced at his wife beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Shen Mu laughed a few times, and ordered the maid standing next to him to pour wine for the imperial doctor, he looked at the beautiful Shen Qingrong who was getting more and more out, and sighed lightly, "Brother Guan, you said that this child has entered the palace, but will he have a future?" ”

The intrigues and intrigues in the court have long been spread among the people. Even in the past hundred years, it has gradually become a topic of after-dinner tea on the streets.

He wanted to send her into the palace so that the emperor could appreciate her beauty and her excellence. But those external factors blocked him in place. For more than 100 years, there has been no solid backstage behind any concubine, but no one who enters the palace has no scheming city.

But what about her, Shen Mu couldn't help but sit on her head with worry.

The imperial doctor finally waited for Shen Mu's intention to invite him to be a guest today, as an old friend, he frowned and said, "Serve the king with color, and love relaxation with lust." Qingrong, she shouldn't have embarked on this road of no return. Besides, you and I are officials in the court, don't you know those things in the harem, such as the lessons of the concubine, haven't you seen it? ”

A woman comparable to a white lotus, if she enters the palace and wades through the troubled waters, can she still maintain her truest heart? The harem is a battlefield without gunsmoke, and there are still fewer dead?

He has been making medicine in the palace all the year round, and he has also heard a little about those gossips. knew that it was a fork in the road, no matter how much he persuaded Shen Mu, he couldn't change his mentality.

"If the concubine is too arrogant, Qingrong is different." Shen Mu was a little excited, and a slight spark flashed in his eyes.

Their personalities are completely different, and how can their experiences be the same. He glanced at Shen Qingrong, who had not spoken, and her emotions were deeply hidden under his eyelids, as if he was talking about something that did not matter to him.

The imperial doctor sighed heavily, Shen Mu let those powers blindfold him, he didn't look at the most suitable people, but was obsessed with getting the emperor's favor, even if he got it, how long could it last?

Ye Chenxuan and Shen Qingrong were childhood sweethearts, if it weren't for the early death of Ye Chenxuan's parents, he would not have lived in the Shen family. It's just this misfortune that brought a lucky thing to him, that is, ten years of life, and he and Shen Qingrong have been childhood sweethearts for ten years.

Ye Chenxuan's affection for her, how could he, as a master, not know that the party was unwilling to break the layer of window paper, so he naturally did not intervene much.

Now it's been half an hour before the meal, maybe he is borrowing wine to kill his sorrows, his sweetheart is about to enter the palace as a concubine, how can his mood be better, sitting here talking and laughing.

The Imperial Doctor secretly glanced at Shen Qingrong, just now she seemed to be worried about Ye Chenxuan, which also showed that she was not unconscious. However, they are obviously a pair of lovers, why do they have to endure life and separation? Perhaps, goodbye would be goodbye.

Thinking of this, his cloudy eyes were covered with a layer of doubt, and he hid this mystery deeply in his heart. It is only three days away from the day of entering the palace to be elected. Even if you regret it at this time, you will only be charged with bullying.

"Whatever you say, it's the same with or without it." The Imperial Doctor shook his hand impatiently, obviously reluctant to talk about this annoying topic.

In the hall, there was the sound of rustling clothes from time to time. Shen Mu knew that she had disturbed her old friend, so she hurriedly shut up, Shen Qingrong was full of sorrow, she was afraid that Ye Chenxuan would have an accident, and she was afraid that he would not be able to think about it.

In the imperial garden of the palace, Ye Chenxuan sat alone by the lake, with a few pots of sake on the railing.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. He let out a long sigh as he looked up at the vast sky. He lost, completely lost to the villain in his heart, said that he would let go, and said that he would not do anything more to think.

At the gate of the Shen Mansion, he rarely goes back since the beginning of the draft, and spends more time on duty with the imperial doctor. He avoided Shen Qingrong's shadow, and he was afraid that he would take her away and fly away if he couldn't help it.

Knowing that she doesn't love herself, she knows that entering the palace is her long-cherished wish. He just can't forget, but he can't get along with himself.

When the breeze blows to the imperial garden, the fragrance of osmanthus in the distance is also brought over. Ye Chenxuan's white robe was very conspicuous in the night, his clothes were flying, and the fragrance of osmanthus took the opportunity to burrow into his body and surround the tip of his nose.

"Do you smell your favorite osmanthus?" With a faint spit out, he lifted the flask and poured it into his mouth.

The backyard of the Shen Mansion is planted with a variety of different flowers, but the osmanthus tree is missing. Ye Chenxuan once promised her that one day he would plant a laurel tree for her, but after a year of that vow, he never had the opportunity to open up that inch of land.

He has been in the palace for many days, and he has never seen a laurel tree, and now when this familiar fragrance is in his nose, he can't help but be a little surprised, where did it come from?

Tilting his head slightly, he looked around.

Then the faint palace lamp, Ye Chenxuan gradually saw clearly where this comfortable fragrance of flowers was scattered, on the red wall in the distance, there was an osmanthus tree waving in the wind, it seemed that he didn't mind that it was still dark at this time, and he enjoyed his own fragrance drifting farther by the east wind.

Deviated from the avenue of the Imperial Garden, and unconsciously came to the gate of a palace. At a glance, he saw the tall osmanthus tree, the corners of his lips gradually curved, he looked at it a few times, this is not a place where any concubine lives, no wonder there are flowers and no one appreciates them.

"Qingrong, I can finally plant an osmanthus tree for you. But where have you been? The sad expression flowed in his eyes, and he stopped under the tree to look at the tender yellow flowers stupidly, spread out his palms and took the withered one from mid-air, put it in front of his nose and sucked it carefully.

He sat under the tree all night, reminiscing about the bits and pieces between them. It's so painful, so unforgettable.