"In the brocade tent, the whispers are thick, and under the silver candles, it is good to look closely. That person, last night was clear, Xu Yi grew old. Zuo Yan sang in a low voice, and a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye. In the place where the scene is played, there are endless romances. A-Niang and A-Dad met in a wine shop, and then made a private lifelong decision, and the two of them were really happy and happy. However, since he learned that A-Niang was pregnant, A-Dad never appeared again.

Ah Niang should have woken up early, but she was stupid and still had expectations for Daddy, regardless of the dissuasion of the owner of the wine shop, insisted on giving birth to Zuo Yan, looking forward to the day when the family could be reunited. However, year after year, Daddy has been silent. A-Niang forced her face to laugh during the day, accompanied by wine and fun, and at night she was alone with the lonely lamp, weeping and sighing, and finally fell ill.

Zuo Yan still remembered that it was when the spring was cold, and Ah Niang failed to make the apricot blossoms full of branches, so she died. Five or six years old, Zuo Yan has no relatives in Kyoto. The owner of the liquor store didn't care about his fellow villagers, and didn't wait for Ah Niang's first seven days, so he sold him to Yapo, and Yapo sold him into the small restaurant.

The stranger liked his exotic appearance, which was different from the people of the Southern Qi Dynasty, and his green pupils, which were like jade beads in the water. It was a tragic time of physical and mental injury, and Zuo Yan did not want to think about it.

At the age of fourteen, when the apricot blossoms were full of branches, his spring had truly arrived. First Gu Min rescued him from fire and water. Later, when he met Zhao Xin, Zuo Yan's obscure life was lit up by hope for the first time. It was also the first time he experienced how warm it was to be loved.

The early winter sun, the slightest wisps of shyness reflected through the bright tile, Zuo Yan was in this light, and fell asleep in a daze.

"Zuo Yan? Zuo Yan? When he woke up, Zuo Yan ......, "In a haze, Zuo Yan heard someone calling him, who was it?" In Qiushui Palace, no one called him by his name except His Royal Highness, and the slaves and maids only called him Langjun.

Zuo Yan slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and an unfamiliar face broke into his eyes. The face is white and beardless, and the smile is cute, but there is a dark owl hidden in that smile. He is not the chamberlain of Qiushui Palace. This thought flashed, and Zuo Yan immediately fell asleep, sat up, and retreated to the corner of the bed as fast as he could, "You—Who are you?" ”

"Slave Wanbao."

Wanbao looked up and down. She is really a beauty, with white skin, blue water and green eyes, and red lips and white teeth. Between the eyebrows, a touch of sorrowful and coquettish makeup, I see pity. He complained that His Highness had a soft spot for him and asked him to come down from Gu Min's hands.

Zuo Yan was stunned. Wanbao? What a familiar name!

Yikes! Isn't it Wan Bao, the young eunuch who serves Concubine Liu?!

Zuo Yan swallowed in a panic, "You, what are you doing?" Your Highness, Your Highness is not here! Looking behind him, the little yellow door standing with his hands hanging from left to right was expressionless. A sense of foreboding slowly gripped my heart.

Wan Bao shrugged his shoulders and chuckled, of course he knew that the prince was not there, if he was, he would not come.

"Hurry up and get dressed up and go to Changchun Palace with the slaves." The words of deception came easily, with a look on his face and a sincere tone.

"What are you going to do in Changchun Palace?" His Royal Highness told him to stay in the Qiushui Palace and not to go anywhere. Zuo Yan gathered the quilt into a ball, as if it was a life-saving straw, and clung to it.

"The concubine knows about His Highness and you, and she is angry, so she will punish His Highness. Why don't you ask His Highness for a favor and ask for mercy? Wan Bao glanced at him, as if he was looking at Bo Xing's unrighteous negative person.

Zuo Yan lowered his eyes and was silent. He is not even as good as a slave or maid in this imperial city. Why go to the concubine to intercede for the prince?

has been rolling in the small hall for nearly ten years, and there are many false opinions, and there are many pretenses, and he is not so easy to be fooled.

"You lied to me." The panic and panic were not at all, and Zuo Yan's tone was calm and comfortable, "At this hour, His Royal Highness is still in the Chongwen Pavilion. Qinshui Yuzhu seemed to have green eyes, swept his eyes at the porcelain pillow three or four arms away from him, and muttered: "The world is so big, there is no place for me." ”

Wan Bao made a temporary decision to play with Zuo Yi, who was lower than him, however, the helpless and miserable muttering of the beautiful young man touched Wan Bao's fragile heartstrings. It's all mud in the imperial city, so why bother?

"The prince is delicate and expensive, how can he be the same as you!" Wan Bao seems to be admonishing an ignorant child.

Zuo Yan's eyes were filled with tears, and the green pupils were really watery, "Yes, this dream should have woken up a long time ago." The words fell, and so did the tears. Climb to the edge of the porcelain pillow with his hands and feet, lift it gently, and feel out an old sachet. Got barefoot on the ground, knelt down in front of Wan Bao, and held it above his head with both hands, "Ask Young Eunuch Wan to give this to His Highness." "It was given to A-Niang by Daddy. When A-Niang was dying, she told him to take good care of it, and when Daddy came to look for him in the future, he could also be a witness.

A-Niang is an idiot.

…… Idiots talk about dreams.

His stupidity is like a mother.

At a glance, Wan Bao knew that this sachet was an old thing from more than ten years ago. It can be preserved so neatly and well, and it is also meticulous.

Zuo Yan's hand holding the sachet trembled slightly, he was very afraid, afraid that Wanbao would make up an excuse casually, saying that he had run away and escaped from the palace without permission, what if His Highness was deceived and misunderstood him. But as long as His Highness gets this sachet, he will know that something happened to him.

Wan Bao thought about it and took it.

Zuo Yan's heart was relieved, and he fell to the ground, and two lines of tears rolled down silently.

"Let's hit the road!" Wan Bao said softly. The sachet in the palm still had Zuo Yan's body temperature, and Wan Baoxin's eyes were sour when he touched it. At this time, there must not be the slightest mercy. He glanced at the small yellow door behind him, and stepped aside.

A white silk has broken the fourteen years of Zuo Yan's beautiful time, and he can't wait for the next spring beauty full of apricot blossoms.

Either way, no matter what. It's better to leave a whole corpse. Zuo Yan showed a satisfied smile, and the pair of jade bead-like green eyes slowly closed, unable to open again.

Zuo Yan's neck was soft, and he tilted to the side, and Wan Bao breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the thin sweat on his forehead, and pinched the sachet with two fingers to look at it carefully. This sachet is full of red plums, proud of the snow and fragrant, and the center of the flower is decorated with very small gold beads. More than ten years ago, there was a burst of kinkami-forging in Kyoto. Honorable officials and eunuchs mostly use it to embroider sachets and purses.

"The embroidery is good." Wan Bao muttered quietly.

The two little yellow doors, one raised his feet and the other held his head, and stuffed the still warm Zuo Yan into the white sack. Wan Bao glanced at it and said in a deep voice, "Wait." ”

Xiao Huangmen was stunned for a moment, stopped, and looked at Wanbao blankly.

Wan Bao pondered for a moment, and then put the sachet in his hand into Zuo Yan's palm. The young man's hands were white and slender, as slender as green bamboo, but at this time, he couldn't even grasp a light fallen leaf. Wanbao put it a few times, before it was put safely, and sighed leisurely, "People have left a name and a goose have left a voice, you are like morning dew in the mud in this imperial city, and you can't leave any traces." Let's go on the road obediently, discuss with Lord Yama, and be a pig and a dog in the next life, and don't covet this good skin anymore. ”

Changchun Palace.

At noon, Zhao Xin came to Changchun Palace from Chongwen Hall to accompany Liu Yuan for lunch. A series of delicacies were put on the table, and the palace maid prepared dishes for the two of them.

Zhao Xin's appearance follows Liu Yuan, more than feminine, but not masculine.