"That's what the concubine said." Wen Qingwu admitted his mistake and said it very neatly. At first glance, it is not even a brain, and chi luo is naked and perfunctory.

Wei Guifei was angry, and before she could say anything, she heard Emperor Joan of Arc say, "By the way, what are you doing in Meilin just now?" Delay so long. ”

Concubine Wei's words were blocked by Emperor Joan of Arc and stopped.

Wen Qingwu still lowered his head when he heard this. Without thinking much about it, he replied, "The first time I came to this Penglai Island, I didn't know the way. ”

"Didn't you go with Gao Yang and the others? Just follow them. Emperor Joan of Arc said casually. He didn't really care about it, but he didn't want to listen to the noise in his ears, so he stopped it.

"Just followed." Wen Qingwu replied unambiguously, "Later, after the slave maid finished brewing wine, she thought that it was impossible for everyone to be served by no one here, so she got up and came over first." ”

Wen Qingwu made a gesture by the way without a trace, and continued, "It's just that I haven't been here, and I can't remember the way when I walk somewhere." ”

Wei Guifei sneered on the side, "Wen Cai is strange, he remembers grudges better than anyone else, but he can't remember the road at this time." ”

Wen Qingwu didn't make any waves when she heard Wei Guifei's ridicule, and her tone was still as gentle as ever, "Go back to Guifei Niangniang." Later, the slave did find the way, but she accidentally saw that Jingzhi was good on the road, so she delayed for a while. ”

It's like a punch on cotton. Ren is belly fire wants to go out, and when he encounters such a thing that is not angry, not in a hurry, there is no place to get angry.

It will only make the anger inexplicably bigger.

But Emperor Zhende was next to him, no matter how angry he was, Concubine Wei didn't dare to let it out. Otherwise, it would be a sin to disturb his interest in Laba.

It's Emperor Joan of Arc, who has been sitting for so long, and his body is already a little uncomfortable. Although the dance at the bottom is good-looking, there are only so many banquets back and forth in the palace, which really makes him lack interest.

Hearing Wen Qingwu say that the scenery was good, he said, "It's just right, I can't bear to sit here." Where's the good view? Let's go, let's see. With that, Emperor Joan of Arc stood up.

Wen Qingwu's brows jumped.

How does she know where the good scenery is?

Even the plum blossoms in the plum grove were half plucked by the masters of the wine, and now only a half-bald branch remains.

But before Wen Qingwu could reply, Emperor Joan of Arc had already gotten up.

Whether he looks at the scenery or not, the main thing is that he wants to take a walk, and his body is a little sore.

Wen Qingwu lowered his head and followed behind Emperor Joan of Arc, and walked towards Merlin with a hard head.

As soon as Emperor Joan of Arc left, the interest of the people on the open ground gradually decreased.

"Where's the good scenery you said?" Walking into the Merlin, Emperor Joan of Arc asked with a slight tilt of his head. But his eyes were still on Merlin.

Wen Qingwu raised his head and looked at the plum trees that were full of branches and were about to be plucked. My heart sank a little.

But no matter how empty his heart is, he doesn't dare to show a little bit on his face. She glanced at the whole forest, and her voice was calm, "Don't you think these are the scenery?" ”

When Emperor Joan of Arc heard this, he swept the forest. Unlike other flowering trees, plum trees have no leaves when they bloom in winter. The flowers adorned on the branches are the only color. It's just that now these only colors have been almost gone.

The gray sky pressed down on the almost naked mergrove, and the trunks of the trees looked particularly depressed.

In the lonely and bleak forest, there is not a single bird.

Turning around, he glanced at Wen Qingwu inexplicably, "This is the good scenery you said?" ”

Wen Qingwu also tilted his head and looked at Emperor Zhende seriously, "Don't you think?" ”

Emperor Joan of Arc wanted to reprimand, but seeing Wen Qingwu's very serious gaze, and then thinking that she was not the kind of concubine who competed for favor would reverse black and white in front of him, so he turned around and looked at Merlin carefully.

After a second look, I still can't see any view.

"Are you blind?" Emperor Joan of Arc couldn't help but speak.

Wen Qingwu's heart is weak, and his face is not ordinary and stable. She put her hands upright in front of her abdomen, and when she heard the rebuke of Emperor Joan of Arc, she did not speak, and calmly swept through the forest while following the footsteps of Emperor Joan of Arc towards the depths of the Merlin.

"It's probably because the scenery in everyone's eyes is different from that of slaves." Wen Qingwu said.

Emperor Joan of Arc snorted from his nose, "It's all the same thing, every bird is in every place, can you produce a flower?" ”

He walked in front with his hands behind his back, looking at the bare tree trunks next to him and the few plum blossoms on them, and disliked that Wen Qingwu was blind to see the breathtaking scenery here.

"Don't you think these depressions are also a kind of beauty?" Wen Qingwu followed behind Emperor Joan of Arc and asked.

"I don't think so." Emperor Joan of Arc replied without thinking about it. He didn't reply, "I must listen to you say something today, and come out to see how you fool me." ”

For Emperor Joan of Arc, this forest where birds don't is not much to see. In the past, there were plum blossoms that were considered a good sight, but now all the plum blossoms on the trees have been plucked and made to make wine. The rows of dead branches can't even compare to the scenery of the Zhao Courtyard in the palace, let alone other places in the palace.

Wen Qingwu was not embarrassed, and after Emperor Zhende finished speaking, he pondered for a moment, "Helplessly, the flowers fall, this piece of plum forest is the same scenery every year, but it is also different every year." Do you know the difference? ”

Emperor Joan of Arc didn't look back, looking at the road in front of him, "It's the same tree every year, and it blooms the same flower every year, what's the difference?" ”

"The flowers are the same, but they are not the same. Every day is different. Wen Qingwu said, his tone slowed down, and he sighed lightly, "Who has been idle for a long time." Every time winter comes, the melancholy is still there. I often get sick and drink before I spend every day, and I don't want to be thin in the mirror. ”

Her voice was slow, and there was a sense of silence in her voice, so that others could not consciously calm down and listen carefully to her words. When Emperor Joan of Arc heard this, he muttered out her words, "Every winter, the melancholy is still there." I often get sick and drink before I spend every day, and I don't want to be thin in the mirror. ”

"This poem makes people feel a little sad." Emperor Joan of Arc sighed, "You are very talented. ”

This word was originally a poem "Butterfly Loves Flowers" by Tang five generations later, but she changed a few words, and it was just right to sigh here.

Wen Qingwu was noncommittal, not because he wanted to use other people's poems to set off his talents. It's just that there's no need to explain anything at all.

"After brewing the wine, I asked the wine to come out, and when I saw this bleak and lonely Merlin, I couldn't help but sigh a little." Wen Qingwu said, and there was a little loneliness in his heart. Having died once and living again, this feeling of being born and dying is the most resonant of sadness.

"The streamer is easy to throw people away, Mei Jiao has fallen now, and there will be red hearts in the coming year." She said, looking up into the woods.