Little by little, the weather was getting hotter, and before I knew it, it was already June. Recently, perhaps because of the excessive heat, the queen's headache has been committed again, so she has been spared the morning and dusk of these days.

On weekdays, Hanyue doesn't sleep very well, and since the beginning of summer, he has woken up early. Su Pingyan has always gotten up early, early this morning, taking advantage of the fact that the heat has not yet come out, and the sky is still a little gray, the cold moon simply took Zimo to accompany Su Pingyan out and take a walk along the winding path. Walking and walking, I saw the sky getting a little whiter, and the cool breeze and the verdant grass and trees on the side of the road made people feel happy.

There is a faint fragrance in the wind, and the more you walk, the cooler the wind becomes. The three of them walked forward for a while, passing through the dense layers of trees, and at the end of the trail they had reached the edge of the Taiye Pool. It turned out that the wind was so refreshing because it was stained with water vapor. Looking at it from a distance, the lotus leaves in the fields are green and full of the eyes as far as the eye can see. In the pond, there are lotus flowers blooming sparsely, some are budding, some are struggling to bloom, and a few are not lotus. Pink and ruddy, swaying, like a fairyland, the scenery is really charming and infinite, and it is so beautiful that it is incomprehensible.

A gust of wind blows, and there seems to be a faint singing voice mixed in the wind in the distance, and if you listen carefully, it is clear that someone is singing, "Ask the lotus root, how much is the silk, and the lotus knows who is suffering?" The double flower veins are delicate, just the children of the old family. Heaven has promised. Why don't you teach, white-headed life and death Mandarin Duck Pu? The sunset is speechless. In the smoke of thanksgiving, on the Xiangfei River, it is not a broken intestine. Xiang Xi dream, fortunately, Lingzhi Ruilu. The world looks up to the present and the ancient. The sea is dry and the stone is rotten, and the hatred is not buried in the loess. Acacia trees, flowing for the year, are mistaken by the west wind for no reason. Lan Zhou lives less. Afraid of returning with wine, the red clothes are half off, and the mess lies in the wind and rain. The singing voice was faint and intermittent, and only a beautiful female voice could be heard. The trees by the pond are lush and green, and the smoke on the pond is vast, and the singer is nowhere to be found.

I heard her sing, "Lan Zhou lives less." Afraid of returning with wine, the red clothes are half off, and the mess lies in the wind and rain. Hanyue's heart was moved, and she was full of depression, as if what she was seeing in front of her was no longer a pool full of lotus flowers, but a mess that fell red all over the ground after the wind and rain.

"If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, but I don't know how many beautiful flowers and beautiful days in this world have been destroyed in vain. Thousands of mountains and twilight snow, to whom does the shadow go? Hanyue sighed. In this deserted early morning, on the shore of the lake, she sang and lyrically alone, presumably this woman must have been bitter in her heart, but she could not say it. The singing is quiet and breathtaking.

"Sitting alone, singing alone, and sleeping alone. Standing sadly, helplessly touching people with a light cold. "I don't know when Jin Zhaoyuan also came here, and the cold moon and they have been stopping and listening to the song attentively, but they haven't noticed it. Jin Zhaoyuan was dressed in a palace dress of moon-white satin embroidered with rice beads and peony and bamboo, without too much decoration, and only a jasper hairpin and a few beaded flowers of the same color on her head, which was very quiet and soft, as if she came out of the painting. She chanted as she stepped forward slowly.

"The concubine has seen Jin Zhaoyuan Niangniang, Niangniang Wanfu Jin'an." Liu Yuanzhi turned around and saluted to Jin Zhaoyuan in a dignified manner. "The slave maid has seen Jin Zhaoyuan Niangniang, Niangniang Wanfu Jin'an." Han Yue and Zi Mo also lowered their eyes and saluted.

"No need to be polite." Jin Zhaoyuan said kindly and picked up Liu Yuanzhi. She immediately glanced at the cold moon behind Liu Yuanzhi and smiled kindly at her. She took a step back, looked at the rippling blue waves, and said faintly, "Everyone in the world envies the brocade clothes and jade food in the palace, and they are drunk with gold, how do you know that the people behind this gorgeousness are depressed?" This square city, I don't know how many splendid natures have been trapped, and I don't know how many infatuation absolutes have been stifled. Jin Zhaoyuan's face was filled with a faint layer of sorrow, like a yellow leaf stained with dew in autumn, and when the wind blew, it fell.

Jin Zhaoyuan stood for a while, relieved, she looked at Liu Yuanzhi and smiled, "Does my sister think I'm strange, why do I have such thoughts when I am deeply favored by the emperor?" Her smile was a little self-deprecating and a little bitter, "This delicate flower, different red, flowery branches, for me, is just looking at the flowers full of tears." ”

"The only death through the ages is difficult, and the sadness is not the only lady." Liu Yuanzhi sighed, as if she was also infected by this faint sadness.

Han Yue listened to the conversation between Liu Yuanzhi and Jin Zhaoyuan, her heart was slightly cold, and as a bystander, she could clearly feel Jin Zhaoyuan's helplessness and pain. Maybe she is the end of the world that is hurt by love with her. It takes more courage to live helplessly than to die simply, and it is also more to sigh and pity.

The three people by the Taiye Pool looked into the distance like this, silent. Each of them has his own sorrows, but he also has compassion for the sick. In the distance, the faint singing voice came word after word, and the sad air made a bitter wine. The world is ruthless, but it has to move forward, like walking through the endless night.

Seeing the sun coming, Jin Zhaoyuan left. Hanyue and the others also prepared to return to the palace.

"Miss, what do you mean by what Jin Zhaoyuan said? The slave doesn't understand, how beautiful this flower is, why do you want to cry? Zi Mo asked.

"Do you know Mrs. Xi?" Hanyue asked.

Seeing that Zi Mo shook his head like a rattle, Han Yue patiently explained, "This Mrs. Xi is referring to Xi Fei. During the Spring and Autumn Period, Xi Fei was the wife of Xi Hou, and it was rumored that her eyes were like autumn water, her face was like peach blossoms, and her actions were ecological, and there was no other in the world. King Wen of Chu was overjoyed when he heard this, and listened to the slanderous words of the Marquis of Cai, who held a grudge against the Marquis of Xi, so he cut down the breath and took the concubine as his wife. Although Mrs. Xi was favored, she did not say a word to the king of Chu for three years, because of her words, a woman, serving her second husband, even if she could not die, she would not have the face to speak to others. ”

"Then what does Jin Zhaoyuan have to do with this Mrs. Xi?" After Han Yue explained, Zi Mo still didn't understand.

Liu Yuanzhi, who was walking in front, heard their conversation, so she explained, "When the emperor went out on patrol, he met Jin Zhaoyuan in Jiangnan by chance, and when he fell in love at first sight, he planned to include her in the palace, but he didn't know that Jin Zhaoyuan had already married the son of the Li family at that time. It's just that the emperor is the lord of the world, and of course the person he likes wants to get it. The son of the Li family is also young and vigorous, not afraid of power, and does not want to watch his beloved woman being snatched away, so the result is naturally offended by the emperor. In order to protect her family and the Li family, Zhaoyuan is willing to enter the palace as a concubine. It's a pity that the son of the Li family was depressed all day long, and died of illness soon after. Although the emperor tried his best to cover up the facts, there were still rumors and rumors. After listening to Liu Yuanzhi, Zi Mo was also embarrassed.

"Faced with two men who love themselves, one died of depression because of himself, and the other pampered himself in every way and had a son. I can't hate it, I can't love it. You can't live, you can't die. Jin Zhaoyuan is like this lady, she has been struggling in such a dilemma, cooking oil in the fire, and snow falling into the sea. Han Yue said, vaguely feeling a burst of pain spreading, but I don't know whether the origin of this pain is the story of Fang Cai or the pebbles under his feet at the moment.

"Give it back, give me the ball back!" "If you don't give it to you, you won't give it to you, what can you do with me?" Walking on the way back to the Hook Yi Palace, I suddenly heard a commotion from the Yongyan Palace in front of me. It happened that a team of small chamberlains came over at this time, and Liu Yuanzhi stopped a small chamberlain and asked, "What happened ahead?" ”

"Hui Liucairen, it's the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Princess who are playing with the Tenth Prince." After speaking, the little chamberlain hurried away, as if in a hurry to escape.

The Ten Princes? Nangong Xuan? It's the kid from the beginning. Some images flashed through Hanyue's mind.

"Little master, the slave maid heard that the temperament of this pair of twins is as arrogant and domineering as their mother concubine." Zi Mo said. Liu Yuanzhi frowned slightly when she heard this, and quickened her pace, "Let's go, let's go over and have a look." ”

In the open space in front of Yongyan Palace, the three children were entangled around a ball, and the grandmother who followed the tenth prince Nangong Xuan wanted to come forward to help, but was stopped by the palace maid of the eighth prince, "Mama Liu, what are you doing?" As for the children's play, you don't want to get involved. Mama Liu's face was full of anxiety, but she couldn't help it.

The Ten Princes Nangong Xuan is a head shorter than the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Princess, and at this moment, his gorgeous clothes are also stained with mud. Where is this for children to play around? It's clearly bullying!

"You give it to me!" "Don't give it, you have the ability to take it." Pushing and shoving, the eighth prince suddenly pushed the ten princes hard, because it was on the steps, the ten princes were unstable, and they were about to fall, if this fall really fell, their heads had to bloom. Everyone present did not expect this scene, and they were all stunned in place.

Liu Yuanzhi was taken aback when she saw this, and she couldn't care about the rules that concubines couldn't move quickly, she lifted her skirt and hurriedly ran over. She just stretched out her hand to catch the Ten Princes, but unexpectedly, because of the impact force, her arm hit the edge of the stairs heavily, and instantly turned a big blue, and the sleeves of her clothes were also worn out. Liu Yuanzhi gasped in pain, and her arm couldn't help shrinking, but she didn't catch the ten princes. Fortunately, Hanyue arrived in time, and she rushed up to block the Ten Princes with an arrow step, cushioning him with her own body, and the back of her hand rubbed against the rough stone steps, and the skin was worn out in several places.

The palace maids on the side saw Liu Yuanzhi fall to the ground, so they hurriedly surrounded her and picked Liu Yuanzhi up with all their hands and feet.

Here, Han Yue didn't care about her injured hand, she just covered her hand with her sleeve, and she quickly helped the Ten Princes up. The grandmother who followed Nangong Xuan eagerly took Nangong Xuan from Hanyue's hand, and asked very nervously, "Little master, how are you?" Yes? Did you knock it? Let the slave and maid see it. Mama said, and looked up and down at Nangong Xuan. Han Yue saw that Nangong Xuan didn't need herself anymore, so she silently retreated.

"I'm fine." Although Nangong Xuan was answering Mama's words, his eyes were always staring at Han Yue.

"Miss, are you alright?" Seeing Han Yue as a cushion, Zi Mo was so nervous that he hurriedly ran over.

"I'm fine." Hanyue shook her head and smiled in reciprocation.

"I'm scared to death of the slave." Zi Mo said with palpitations.

Nangong Xuan looked at the expressions of Han Yue and Zi Mo talking, and only felt that the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became. But Han Yue didn't notice Nangong Xuan's eyes because he was talking to Zi Mo.

No matter how domineering the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Princess are, they are children after all, and things have developed like this, after all, they are a little afraid. Seeing this, the palace maids who followed them hurriedly confessed their sins and hurriedly took the two back to the palace.

Liu Yuanzhi escorted the Ten Princes back to Shen Zhaoyi's Huayang Palace, and as soon as she entered the Shuya Palace, Shen Zhaoyi saw the appearance of Liu Yuanzhi and the Ten Princes, and couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly sent someone to invite the imperial doctor to check the two of them. During the diagnosis and treatment of the imperial doctor, Mama Liu explained the whole thing to Shen Zhaoyi.

"This time, thanks to Liu Cairen, the Ten Princes can survive, otherwise what kind of face will the old slave face Niangniang...... It's the old slave who is incompetent, please punish the mother. Mama Liu knelt on the ground and burst into tears, very remorseful.

Shen Zhaoyi helped Mama Liu up, "Mama Liu, I don't blame you for this, after all, it was Concubine Yan and her children who deceived people too much!" Shen Zhaoyi said, the green meridian protruding from her clenched fist.

While speaking, the imperial doctor had already diagnosed and cured the two, and the Ten Princes were fine, but Liu Yuanzhi's hand was more serious and needed to recuperate.

"Sister, thank you for saving my Xuan'er." Shen Zhaoyi actually bowed down to Liu Yuanzhi.

"Niangniang, by all means, the concubine can't accept such a big gift from you, and the concubine didn't help much." Liu Yuanzhi hurriedly picked up Shen Zhaoyi, who was halfway through the salute. She glanced in the direction where Han Yue was, as if she wanted to tell Shen Zhaoyi that it was Han Yue who saved Nangong Xuan in the end, but when she saw Han Yue shaking her head at her, she had to swallow what she wanted to say again.

"Xuan'er, he is my life, I know how thrilling the situation is today, if it weren't for my sister, you sacrificed your life in time, my Xuan'er is afraid that it will be ......" Shen Zhaoyi had some mixed feelings, "So, you can bear this worship." She paused, then added, "Of course, if you have any needs in the future, my sister will do her best to help." ”

Liu Yuanzhi said in her heart, Shen Zhaoyi, this is a misunderstanding. It was a pure coincidence that she met Nangong Xuan and was bullied by Nangong Yu and Nangong Jue, and it was completely out of her heart that she rescued her, she never thought of forming a gang in this way, let alone seeking something with bitter meat.

Liu Yuanzhi smiled slightly, "Niangniang is too worried, the concubine saved the Ten Princes only out of her own heart, and nothing else." That's all I have to say, and I won't explain too much.

Shen Zhaoyi listened to Liu Yuanzhi's words, and said in her heart that she might have spent the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and she couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, "Yes, what my sister said is true." If my sister doesn't dislike it, call me sister in the future. ”

Liu Yuanzhi knew that just her words could not completely dispel Shen Zhaoyi's suspicions, this person, after staying in the palace for a long time, his heart has become complicated, and no one can be spared. Liu Yuanzhi doesn't care much either, it's good to be worthy of her heart, as for the future, she will naturally see people's hearts over time. She said with a smile, "Sister Shen." ”

While Liu Yuanzhi and Shen Zhaoyi were talking, the tenth prince Nangong Xuan sat quietly on the chair next to him without saying a word, but his gaze was always locked on Han Yue, who was standing on the side. From the beginning, Nangong Xuan felt very strange, this palace maid gave him a feeling of some familiarity, especially those eyes, like the pair of gentle eyes he saw under the glazed palace lamp during the spring banquet of flower appreciation that year.