Xiang Jieyu knelt on the futon, staring at the string of small leaf red sandalwood prayer beads, muttering the scriptures without distractions, and reciting three times silently, before she was helped up by the maid and looked at Jiang Xiangru on the side.

"How's that one?"

Jiang Xiangru saluted the incense candle behind her, the Zen room was full of Buddha incense, and her eyes were indifferent: "It's also strange, there is no movement, I just care about watching Ye's fetus closely." ”

"Can she bear her temperament?" Xiang Jieyu's arms were folded in front of her chest, and the jade string touched it exquisitely, "This day, it's a little weird and too peaceful." ”

The bronze amphora incense burner was curling, and there was incense hanging on the wall, Jiang Xiangru knelt down and said Amitabha Buddha, looking at the compassionate Rulai: "The imperial concubine really wants Ye Mei to give birth to the emperor's first child?" ”

"Her own heirs are difficult, no matter whether the Ye family gives birth to a boy or a girl, they are all her children, which is really wishful thinking." Xiangjieyu's sideburns were lazy, her plumped lips were not greased, and her slow voice hid a little jealousy, "No matter how bad it is, it's just killing the mother and keeping the son." ”

Kill the mother and keep the child.

Jiang Xiang was like a soft wattle stagnant in the air, not trembling slightly, smiling but showing bitterness.

"I don't know if Niangniang has heard of the haunting in the palace, saying that it is the deceased Li Meiren......"

"You believe it?" Xiang Jieyu stared at the candle flame, rubbing the rosary with her fingertips, touching the skin, and it was cold to the bone.

Jiang Xiangru lowered his eyes, noncommittal.

The flickering candlelight in the room swallows up the hypocrisy of the laity, and the recitation of each word is my Buddha's persuasion to all beings.

But there are many people in the temple, and the commonplace scene is that after the nobles in brocade clothes and jade food kneel down seriously, they say that they only want peace and everything will be fine, and there is no need for anything, and in the end, what stops at the mouth is always fame and fortune and wealth and glory.

They keep talking about refuge, but who really has empty eyes when they look up?

Piety to the bone, but also ridiculously hypocritical.

"You're afraid of a ghost?" Xiang Jieyu fixed her eyes on Jiang Xiangru, her eyes remained unchanged, her face did not change, and she only handed her the bead string in her hand, "It's better to look at people's hearts." ”

How many people's eyes are full of pearls and jade, but they didn't die later, but only took glory and wealth to die.

It's spring, the wind is harmonious, the spring sun is warm, the scene outside the window is just right at that time, Jiang Wei is bored, and she goes to the open place to steal leisure.

Huanyi opened the silver-plated chick cage in the attic, then hung a gold rod and the green chick's claws, placed it in the sun under the palace corridor Miaoyu, and then placed a pear blossom wooden Taishi rocking chair on the glazed ground at the bottom of the eaves, which happened to avoid the two golden beams.

On the side of the gold carved low table boiled water to cook tea, another elegant, about two soup time, Huanyi heard the sound of boiling water, since Gu stretched his wrist to probe the warmth, before serving.

"Mother, please use it."

Jiang Wei unhurriedly turned the page of the book in her hand, lifted the blue thin blanket on her knees to her body, and never looked away: "How is Ye Meiren?" ”

"Ye Meiren got up in the morning and said that her body was not happy, and the slave maid sent the imperial doctor to take a look at it according to the instructions of the mother, and it didn't matter, it was just the norm for pregnant women." Huanyi was still serving tea, and he didn't move.

Jiang Yu glanced at her, raised her hand and took the teacup, it was the best Biluochun: "Good students take care of it, look carefully, how many eyes in the palace are staring at her." ”

"The slave understands."

The suspension on the slope was chirping, Jiang Yan leaned lazily, and went with the prestige, only to see a little eunuch who was buried in a crane walking in a hurry, it was Wu Yu's new person there, who came to her to see her, and did not dare to look directly at Jiang Yan: "The imperial concubine Niangniang, the Jingui concubine of the Qianyun Palace asks to see." ”

Jiang Wei frowned, only preaching.

Hou Wu got up, walked to the suspension and stood alone, comforted the bird with his armored tail finger, doted on the little chick's ashamed state, and coaxed twice in a low voice, the sound of lotus steps sounded behind her, Jiang Yu waited for her to stand still, and then turned to look.

Sikong Yingxiang's face was half-open and charming, and she looked straight at her.

"Presumptuous, in front of the imperial concubine, how dare you not salute!" Huanyi screamed.

"Huanyi," Jiang Wei straightened her body, with full squeamishness, "People are the princesses of Sikong Country, the lady of the sky, and they must not be rude - although it is a defeated country." ”

The eyes of the two met, and after half a sound, Sikong Ying smiled and knelt down to salute: "Concubine Sikong of Jiangyun Palace, meet the imperial concubine Niangniang, and hope that Niangniang will forgive the sin of the concubine's inattentive manners." ”

"Princess Ying, please get up - look at the memory of this palace, it is a noble concubine, hurry up and give a seat." Jiang Yu giggled twice, walked back to the Taishi chair and leaned on, squinting at her.

Sikong Ying was not annoyed, she was helped up by Jiao'er to the wooden bench and sat down, smelling the fragrance of Qingyou: "All the way, I felt that the spring scene of Wu Gong was too ordinary, and when I arrived at Niangniang, I realized that the concubine was lonely and unheard." ”

Jinbi glazed tiles, this matter of the king of Wu who pampered Jiang Wei, even in Sikong Country is known to everyone, and it really deserves its name.

"Concubine Jin's little mouth is so sweet," Jiang Wei leaned like a boneless cat, her red lips open, "Look at this face, it's really as beautiful as rumored." ”

"The imperial concubine said with a smile, if there are rumors, it should be that there is a ginger girl in the south, and then there is a so-called A Ying in the north." Sikong Ying's eyes were dark, and he raised his hand and stroked his sideburns, "The daughter of the Jiang family looks back at the country, and her mother is beautiful, even in our Sikong country, there is no one to match." ”

Jiang Yu didn't say anything, only stared at her carefully, remembering Wu Yan's words to coax her that night.

She rubbed the red lip fat today, the hairpin was the double phoenix Weizhu golden-winged jade, and the Yanghui lined the pearl and jade like glass translucent, which was even more luxurious.

"I heard that your concubine loves to ride and shoot, but I don't know ...... Have you ever been to Chang'an? ”

Jiang Yan took the entrance of the cup, the tea slid down her throat, leaving the tip of the tongue sweet, the soft wattle suddenly loosened, the jade porcelain hit each other like a ring, the cup was broken in response, and the broken porcelain splashed was scattered all over the ground.

The sharp edge reflected in Sikong Ying's pupils swept sharply over Jiang Yan, and forced the excitement in her heart.

Jiang Yu gave a look, Huanyi understood, and led everyone down, Jiao'er beside Sikong Ying glanced at her worriedly, Sikong Ying raised her hand and signaled to go down.

In an instant, only the two of them remained.

"What does the imperial concubine mean?" Sikong Ying was the first to break the silence.

"This tea is so sweet, tsk." Jiang Yan stretched out her lips and wiped her lips, not looking at her, and removing the irony in her eyes, "It's just a pity that this palace is just a pity, someone's beauty has been changed to a barren wild history, and Chang'an is uneasy." ”

"What do you know?" The dark wind blew the corners of Sikong Ying's sleeves, but it couldn't extinguish the sourness that was getting stronger in her heart, mixed with indescribable thoughts.

The peach breeze was blowing, Jiang Wei only lowered her head and "tsk" twice, and did not lift her eyelids, and her daisy eyebrows were bright and beautiful.

"Poor thing—"

"Poor young man died all his life, and he had to hold a dream of Chang'e, all of whom were uneasy puppets of Chang'an."

Sikong Ying got up suddenly, and what caught his ears was stiff and cold, his eyes were red, and his eyebrows were cold: "What do you know!" ”

"The tiger and leopard deep forest in this palace buried the nameless ghost-"

Jiang Wei raised her eyes, and the contempt that came out of her throat, what she hated the most was this kind of person who claimed to be noble in order to seize power and deceive people's love.

"The Junlang of the Xie family was trampled on and avoided the jackals, tigers and leopards, but lost in Chang'an."