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When Zhao Yaoying arrived at Hanlian Courtyard, Sun Qingyang, who should be lonely because of his fall from grace in the eyes of everyone, was standing under the corridor to enjoy the flowers, Zhao Yaoying untied the sachet on the placket to smash her, "What kind of situation is this, do you still have the leisure to enjoy the flowers?" ”

Sun Qingyang then put the sachet into his arms, and smiled at her, "Is it possible that you still have to learn from your predecessors and pay Yaoqin with a thousand things?" He silently looked at Zhao Yaoying, who was worried, "Everyone said that because my imperial grandson snubbed a few sisters, you are good, not only do you not complain, but you also come to see me." ”

Sun Qingyang under the corridor was dressed in a moon-white dress, and the begonias next to her were full of branches, she smiled a little better than the flowers, Zhao Yaoying smiled slightly, "You also said that there are times in life when you have to have it, and there is no time in life to force it, I already know that there will be today when I married him, but I just want to watch him, how can I complain about you." ”

Sun Qingyang thought for a while, "Sister Zhao, you treat him so well, but it's a pity that the royal family is the most ruthless, but your affection is in vain." ”

Zhao Yaoying smiled, "One person is another person's catastrophe, I only owe him in the previous life, and I will pay it in this life." ”

Sun Qingyang saw that she didn't seem to care at all, but her pretty face was as pale as paper, knowing that Zhao Yaoying still had a memory in her heart, she sighed secretly and changed the topic, "Seeing that this begonia flower is blooming, the peach blossoms have been exhausted, and the peach blossoms that Sister Zhao wanted to paint with me a few days ago can only paint peach leaves now." ”

Hearing that he wanted to paint, Du Ruozhi asked the mothers-in-law in the courtyard to carry out the case, and set up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, so that they could look at the painting under the corridor.

Zhao Yaoying didn't use her pen, leaned on the porch, silently looked at the sparse peach blossoms, Sun Qingyang knew that she was thinking about her again, and covered her eyes from behind with a pair of hands and smiled: "Sister Zhao, you used to be a cool person, why are you sad and sentimental when you see flowers crying and seeing the moon all these years?" ”

Zhao Yaoying pointed to the peach blossoms that had almost nothing left between the leaves and said gloomily: "Look at that peach blossom, it was brilliant a few days ago, but now it is the turn of the begonia." Could it be that in this palace, there are really no flowers for a hundred days, and people for a thousand days? A few days ago, he was like glue with you, and the honey was mixed with oil, so he put it down, ignoring it, I heard that even the minions were slow to slack off a lot of Hanlian Yuan, and the snacks sent yesterday were all Chen. ”

Sun Qingyang was very moved when he heard that she was sad for herself, but he didn't want to see her sympathize with the same illness, because he thought of her own situation, "Sister, why should you feel sorry for me, you have to hate me like everyone else, I feel better in my heart." As for this peach blossom, if it blooms all year round, who would be rare about it, it is because of the transience of the flower, it is beautiful and splendid. The peach blossoms are gone, and there are begonias, magnolias, jasmine, lotus, ...... There are a lot of good scenery in this year, why do you always worry about the withered ones and miss the present in vain? We women should have a face as delicate as a flower, a heart like a branch and a leaf, and a flourishing and prosperous heart, so that we are not afraid of withering and withering, and it is best to grow into a towering tree, infinitely close to the sky, the leaves and the breeze frolicking, the branches and birds playing, and listening to the news of the outside world. ”

Zhao Yaoying was a little stunned, "Everyone says that our women should be like flowers, but you say that we should be like a tree, but you have this mind, and you are different from others." ”

Sun Qingyang had already drawn a peach blossom on rice paper with a trembling flower bone blooming on the branch, and said while coloring the peach blossoms: "On the outside, of course, it should be beautiful, but in your heart, don't you think that the flowers are too delicate, a gust of wind has fallen, and a rain has fallen, and you can't help yourself?" How good it is to be a tree, the roots are deeply rooted in the soil, not only will not be blown off at will, but also can give people shelter from the wind and rain, so that the birds can rest. ”

Zhao Yaoying looked behind her and smiled, "You are painting peach blossoms on peach leaves, but it is also very chic." ”

Sun Qingyang knew that she didn't listen to what she just said, and drew a sad beauty under the flowers, "There are flowers in my heart, and naturally I can bloom a tree of flowers when I look at the leaves. The peach blossoms are delicate, the peach leaves are fervial, and my favorite is the peach, which is sweet and delicious. ”

Zhao Yaoying's eyes were as clear as water, "You, you think about eating all day long." You're done painting, I'll write an inscription, the last time we painted together, it was before the crown ceremony of the emperor's grandson. ”

Sun Qingyang's heart moved slightly, and he carefully added Zhao Yaoying's eyebrows to the beauty's face, and said with a smile: "Has it been so long?" I can't even remember. ”

Zhao Yaoying looked up at the peach blossoms on the rice paper quietly, her eyes were full of tenderness, as if there was another person's face on the paper, "How could you forget?" I think it looks like it happened yesterday, and I remember it all vividly. ”

The way he looked at her, the way he paid attention to her, the breath he breathed beside her, every word he said, every subtle movement, had been reviewed in his heart a thousand times, and almost as soon as he rolled his eyes, he thought that he was looking at him with admiration by his side.

However, after the wedding, he went to Concubine Taisun, Sister Sun, He Guifei, and Concubine Yuan, but only in her courtyard, he never let him hold the lamp once.

In his heart, she can't compare to Sister Sun, not as good as Concubine Taisun, can't she even compare to those two?

However, she still did not complain, she still longed, maybe, one day, he would remember that day, she stood by his side, her eyebrows were like her brows, her face was red and her heart was beating.

Zhao Yaoying took a pen and wrote on the paper: The swallow lazy warbler is gone in spring, and it is another year of peach. Flowers fly and flow water, I am afraid that there will be old swims to find.

In the afternoon, Zhu Zhanji heard Chen Huifu, the chamberlain beside him, say that Sun Guifei had sent a painting, and he was busy with joy.

Seeing the peach blossoms on the painting, the beauty under the flowers and the inscription next to it, he said suspiciously: "Xiao Chenzi, do you say that the beauty on this painting is like Sun Guifei?" ”

Although Xiao Chenzi in the past has long been the most favored chamberlain Chen Huifu by Zhu Zhanji's side, Zhu Zhanji is still used to calling him Xiao Chenzi.

Chen Huifu, who was standing behind Zhu Zhanji, stretched out his head and looked, "This peach blossom painting is really brilliant, as if March is coming again, this beauty is a bit like Sun Guifei and a little bit like it." ”

Zhu Zhanji was angry, "What do you mean it's a bit like, it's not like it at all." Wherever your eyes go, you can't see with the pestle. ”

Chen Huifu, who is accustomed to observing words and feelings, immediately said: "The slave looks at it, it looks a little like Zhao Concubine, but on this painting of Sun Guifei, what is Zhao Concubine doing?" Could it be that when the peach blossoms bloomed, Concubine Zhao stood under the peach tree? ”

"Yes, I also remembered what you said, isn't this eyebrow and eye Yaoying." Zhu Zhanji casually said Zhao Yaoying's name.

When Chen Huifu heard this, he casually spoke with kindness and familiarity, and he couldn't stop praising it, "No, the more you look at it, the more you look at it, the more you look at it, you are the appearance of Concubine Zhao's master, and she is as beautiful as the peach blossom." The slave also heard that Sun Guifei and that Zhao Concubine were sisters, and when they thought of playing together, they both remembered you, so they painted this picture and sent it. ”

Zhu Zhanji thought it was funny, "Do you know that it looks good?" ”

Seeing that Zhu Zhanji, who had not smiled for more than ten days, had some smiles on his face, Chen Huifu even smiled and said: "The servants have been following His Highness for a long time, and they are naturally well-informed, like Sun Guifei, like Zhao Concubine, and several other masters, all of them are good-looking. ”

Zhu Zhanji smacked him, "You can't offend anyone." Come on, put this painting away, and let it go. ”

"Hey." Chen Huifu said while scrolling the painting: "The slave put this painting together with the butterfly play peony picture you received during the crown ceremony that year. ”

Zhu Zhanji looked at Chen Huifu and said coldly: "When did little Chen Zi learn to read?" ”

Emperor Yongle gradually acquiesced to the fact that the servants could read because they sometimes needed to transmit messages, but it was limited to those who needed to pass on the edict and draft the edict.

Chen Huifu replied tremblingly, "Because the slave usually stores His Highness's items, and seeing that you like calligraphy and painting, I secretly learned a few." lest His Royal Highness, who is both civil and military, set up a straw bag with illiterate characters. ”

Zhu Zhanji originally thought that he would prevaricate and conceal it, but he didn't want him to say it at 151 o'clock, his face softened a lot, and he said lightly: "Even if you have a heart, it doesn't matter if you are literate, but what you should see and what you shouldn't see, you can't count it in your heart, you usually have to make your moves brighter, so as not to have an accident, and I can't save you." ”

Chen Huifu was overjoyed, which meant that he could be literate in the future, and his future would be hopeful in the future, so he knelt down and gave Zhu Zhanji a look, "The slave Xie His Highness is kind to be literate, and the slave will definitely do his best to live up to His Highness's high expectations." ”

When he got up, he put the painting away again.

When he turned out, he saw Zhu Zhanji standing in front of the bookcase, writing a few lines on rice paper, and his eyes were the words on the painting: Yan lazy warbler is going in spring, and it is another year of peach. Flowers fly and flow water, I am afraid that there will be old swims to find.

Chen Huifu asked cautiously. "Your Highness, tonight, is it the Hanlian Courtyard that holds the lamp?"

Hanryin Temple. Zhu Zhanji's heart ached slightly, "Songling Courtyard." ”

Songling Courtyard, where Concubine Zhao lives. Chen Huifu was stunned, the imperial grandson's wedding has been more than half a year, but he has never been to it once, it seems that Sun Guifei is still very important, she sent a picture of a beauty, and the imperial grandson will go to Songling Courtyard according to her wishes.

According to the rules of the palace, after the concubine was favored on the first day, she needed to ask the concubine for peace early the next morning.

Hu Shanxiang looked at Zhao Yaoying's respectful appearance, and felt quite uncomfortable, it was okay that Sun Guifei was the person in the heart of the emperor's grandson, but these days, he actually rested in Songling Courtyard again and again, as if he had left behind the words that he said that night that he would let him wash his hair with soap.

Thinking about how she begged for the bowl of dodging soup that she still poured after that night, and then looking at Zhao Yaoying, who looked like she was talking with a vein, Hu Shanxiang, who had never had a temper, suddenly became angry.