In March, the suburbs of Chang'an are full of crimson peach blossoms.

Zhang Yan walked in the peach forest with a bamboo basket, picked up the peach petals that bloomed well and had the same color and color and placed them in the basket, turned around and asked with a smile, "Jing Niang, you moved out of Chang'an with Dongyuan Gong, can you live?" ”

Jing Niang smiled and made gestures on her chest, intersecting a lot, Zhang Yan was finally able to understand a little, "Habit." In fact, as long as she can stay by Mr. Tang's side, no matter where she is, Jing Niang is happy. ”

After picking up a basket of peach blossoms, the two made peach blossom rouge in the courtyard.

The clean stone mortar is tumbling and grinding, and the new spring water is poured on it, and slowly, the peach blossom juice flows down the stone mortar to the bottom to accept the pottery plate.

Jing Niang smiled and "asked", "Ah Yan, you are also nine years old, right?" ”

"Hmm." Zhang Yan replied, "I just passed my ninth birthday three days ago. ”

"Nine-year-old is also a big girl," Jing Niang looked happy, "You are the daughter of the Hou Mansion, I didn't give you a birthday gift, paint a makeup for you, and talk about it." ”

Zhang Yan was thrilled.

She has been pretending to be a girl for so many years, and her former girlish feelings have long been unknown where they are hidden. Now he suddenly sprouted and smiled, "Okay." I've been combing my raven bun for so many years, and I'm tired of it. Sister Jing Niang combed me a flying fairy bun. ”

Jing Niang smiled and bowed her head, took a wooden grate for Zhang Yan's hair, swept it to the top of her head, divided it into several strands, and coiled it into a ring.

"Your hair is supple." She praised with gestures, "After using it for so many years, it really works." ”

Zhang Yan curled her lips, remembering that three years ago, she went to Shangshan with her uncle to invite Sihao and stayed in the east wing of the farmhouse for one night. At that time, I didn't feel anything, but after three years in the rich and gorgeous palace walls, I unconsciously missed the light night breeze in the mountains.

Jing Niang wringed the handkerchief in her hand, wiped her cheeks, and then sprinkled a thin layer of powder. Apply freshly made peach blossom rouge to your cheeks and finish with a daisy stone to outline your eyebrows.

After the drawing, she took a few steps back and looked at the girl sitting in front of her. "It's beautiful." She exclaimed with a gesture, "Ah Yan, are you satisfied?" ”

Zhang Yan looked at the bronze mirror, and the girl in the bronze mirror was also looking at her, her eyes were dark and smart, pure and enchanting.

The bun of the flying fairy is tall and sacred, but it has a little green charm. The girl who will grow into an ungrown girl has a kind of innocence unique to her age, but her soul is far more than nine years old. Innocence and maturity coexist contradictory in this immature body, and Jing Niang keenly grasped the contradiction of this contradiction. And use the grease powder as a paintbrush to enlarge it.

Is the girl in this mirror really me? Zhang Yan couldn't help but reach out to touch it, but only touched the cold mirror. And the dark eyes of the girl in the mirror seem to be covered with a layer of mist that asks for something.

What exactly am I looking for?

She couldn't tell.

She looked up at Jing Niang who was holding up the mirror. Her face was bright, and her eyes were sparkling and full of happiness.

Women are the ones who please themselves. If I am beautiful, who do I want to see the most?

"Sister Jing Niang," she asked. "Every year, there are many young men by the Weishui River on the Shangsi Festival to pay tribute to you. You don't look down on a person? ”

"Huh?" Jing Niang was stunned for a moment, and smiled "said", "I would rather serve by my husband's side all my life, although the spring of Weishui is good, it is not what Jing Niang wants." ”

"'My Fair Lady, Gentleman.'" And the years are fleeting. My sister doesn't want to be a gentleman's lady? ”

Jing Niang looked up slightly and smiled. Zhang Yan saw the gentle curvature of her chin, "Mr. is the gentleman I requested." Even though one day he was dying of old age, lying on the couch unable to speak or move. He is also the best gentleman in my heart. ”

"Ah Yan." She said earnestly, "When you reach your age, you will understand how rare it is to be a person who is really good to you, and a girl who admires it." What can she do for the gentleman she loves. ”

My Fair Lady. Gentleman.

Back in the Hou Mansion, Zhang Yan still thought in her heart, did I find the man who loved me? What kind of emotion is love?

After a few days, the palace sent someone to say that the queen's rouge had run out, and asked Mrs. Zhang to send some more.

"So fast?" Zhang Yan was stunned, the fat powder she made by herself was only used by a few close female relatives, the queen, the mother, Lu Yi, and the crown wife Chen Hu. has always been a young girl's pretty, but every time it is Queen Lu's side that runs out first.

"Go back and tell the queen mother," she instructed the human, "Ming'er and Ah Yan will personally enter the palace to see her, and bring her over by the way." ”

At that time, it was already fast forward to April, and Zhang Yan remembered that Chen Hu Suri loved peach blossoms the most, so she also brought some peach blossom rouge to her.

These days, Lu Pheasant has been very comfortable, and he took the fat and said with a smile, "Ah Yan's mind is always the most ingenious, Su Mo, you say, I smeared the rouge fragrance made by Ah Yan, which is comparable to that Qi Yi in the west?" ”

Su Mo also replied with a smile, "In terms of fox charm, the queen may not be as good as that Qi Yi, but when it comes to the atmosphere and grace, a hundred Qi Yi is not as good as the queen." ”

Zhang Yan pursed her lips and smiled, and asked, "I haven't entered the palace for some days, I don't know if the fetus in my aunt's womb is good?" ”

Speaking of Chen Hu, Lu Pheasant frowned slightly and said, "She is heavy and moves less, and I haven't seen her for a while." ”

Turning the wine pool, she saw Chen Hu from a distance.

At that time, Chen Hu was already seven months pregnant, she was wearing a loose white brocade robe, holding her waist with her hands, turning her face and talking to Xiangtan next to her, and her silhouette looked a little thin.

Xiang Qin handed her the lacquer plate in her hand, and Chen Hu reached out to take it.

Zhang Yan raised her hand, and was about to raise her voice to call, when she was suddenly stunned, and saw from a distance that Chen Hu somehow didn't stand firm and fell down. The people in the surrounding palace screamed and went to help, but it was too late.

Chen Hu fell heavily to the ground, holding his stomach and groaning.

"Ahh

Zhang Yan screamed.

She grabbed the corners of her clothes and shivered.

With her eyes closed, she seemed to be able to see that Shicai's blood was flowing out from under Chen Hu's body little by little, dyeing through the skirt, like bright red flowers.

In the inner hall, Chen Hu seemed to be shouting something, but because of his lack of strength, it sounded a little vague, but he heard it carefully clearly, but it was the word prince.

"Where's my uncle?" Zhang Yan raised her head and asked, "Did you ask someone to go to the front to inform your uncle?" ”

The little palace attendant in Tsing Yi raised his head with red eyes. "I have already called someone, but—" His thin body trembled with anger, "the Crown Prince said that His Highness is discussing the state with His Majesty, and he should not be disturbed. ”

"Nonsense." Zhang Yan got up angrily, "I'll go find my uncle." ”

As soon as he stepped out of the ear hall, he suddenly heard a heart-rending scream in the east second hall where Chen Hu was on the opposite side.

She turned her head and looked at the majestic tip of the East Palace, she grabbed Tu Yu's hand and pinched her fingertips white, "Go and see." What's wrong with the princess? ”

When the palace attendant returned, his face turned pale with horror.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yan asked.

The palace attendant hesitated and refused to answer.

"What the hell is going on?" Zhang Yan changed color and reprimanded. "If you grind again, believe it or not, I'll slap your mouth?"

The palace attendant didn't dare to hide it anymore, and said dismally, "The slave doesn't dare - the crown princess has just given birth to a baby boy, and it is already formed." but his face was purple. No — no breathing. ”

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, I wanted to vomit while holding the pillar, but I couldn't vomit anything, and I had some * breath in my mouth.

"Lady." Tu Yu wept and helped her out, "Let's, what should we do?" ”

"What should I do?" Zhang Yan laughed miserably. "How do I know what to do?"

At that time, she stood far away and saw the crowd in the crowd. Chen Hu fell down like that, she had never seen a person shed so much blood.

Sweeping away her tears, she staggered to her feet and reluctantly said, "Anyway." I'd better ask my uncle to come back. ”

"Nonsense." A voice said majestically, and walked in through the palace gate. With a group of black palace people, "Where should you be here?" The leader of the man pulled her by the sleeves of his shirt, and commanded in a deep voice, "Tong He, you go to the front hall to find the prince, if anyone dares to stop him, he will attack him in public; Zhang Ze, when you had an accident with the crown princess, all the palace attendants around you were escorted up, and asked how the crown princess had an accident-Su Mo," the voice sank slightly, and sighed, "Go in and see, what is the status of the crown princess now?" ”

Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and slowly leaned on the person behind her.

Empress Lu finally arrived.

Su Mo came out of the inner sanctum with red eyes and shook his head.

At that time, the sunlight shone on the corner of the eaves of the East Palace, shining on the face of Su Mo, who walked out of the main hall with a gray face, and it was a little blurry for a moment.

Zhang Yan only felt that it was dark in front of her, and she fainted.

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In the haze, she heard the girl's clear voice, "Isn't Ah Yan awake yet?" ”

"Nope." Tu replied softly.

"Isn't that freaked?" The voice came to the bedside, "too," she sighed, "and what a good person, it's gone in a blink of an eye." Who can not be sad when they see it? She reached out to probe Zhang Yan's forehead.

Zhang Yanshu opened her eyes.

"Yo," Lu Yi rolled up his sleeve with his left hand, and his right hand covered an inch of her forehead, paused suddenly, and said with a smile, "Ah Yan, you finally woke up." ”

She nodded and sat up.

It was already dark. There were several bean lamps lit in the room, but they were all covered with white cloths.

Looking at the place where he is, it is still a cypress lacquered bed, with a delicate bed screen, and the top tent of the hanging beads is like smoke and fog, and the four clouds are embroidered. All of them looked familiar—it was actually the side hall where Chen Hu placed himself last time.

Zhang Yan hid her face and choked for a while.

still remembers the last time Chen Hu came to visit herself, it was still the most comfortable time for her. The husband is safe and victorious, and he is pregnant again, the whole person is flying briskly, and his sideburns and eyebrows are smiling. Unexpectedly, it was only half a year, but it was replaced by Lu Yi. And the bright-faced woman of the past is gone.

The world is turned upside down, and sometimes it only takes a snap of a finger, such as Chen Hu. A moment ago, she was a beautiful and virtuous prince, but after a moment, she struggled on the line of life and death, and even lost herself.

Zhang Yan raised her head and asked softly, "The prince can see the side of the prince's wife?" ”

Lu Yi saw a sense of regret on his face, "No." She shook her head lightly and said, "At that time, the prince had just closed her eyes, and the prince had stood in front of her bed for most of an hour, and then looked at the dead child, whose face was pale, and did not say a word. ”

Zhang Yan burst into tears.

Lu Yi sighed lightly and took a handkerchief to wipe her tears, "Ah Yan, you're still too sad." Think about yourself. ”

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I actually wrote this chapter a long time ago, but I revised it several times on my computer this afternoon, and I always feel that it is not perfect.

Actually, about Chen Hu's baby, I'm sorry for her.

During the Han Dynasty, most of the children of the nobility married early. Judging from the situation of the two sons seizing the heir at that time, Empress Lu naturally would not let go of the opportunity to use her son's marriage to win over a helper. According to the records found from unknown wild histories, the crown prince Liu Ying did marry the daughter of a meritorious hero as his wife before he succeeded to the throne.

Which hero, is not mentioned. However, although I gnawed the Han Book of Historical Records for this article, but when I eagerly mentioned the heroes of the Han Dynasty, the first thing I could think of was so few, plus Chen Ping is a famous beautiful man, his daughter will not be ugly, so there is the current Chen Hu.

When Chen Hu appeared, someone among the book friends told me that she had begun to count the baby's death date with her hands.

I:-~-

This woman is recorded in history as dying after Liu Ying ascended the throne. Because the Han Dynasty did not posthumously crown the queen at that time, therefore, it was unknown.

There is a saying that after the death of the old emperor, the new emperor ascended the throne, and because of the mourning, he did not appoint an empress during the mourning period (not referring to a new marriage, but a wife who had already been married). But I always suspect that far from it, just in terms of my Gillian, she is also directly from the crown princess to the queen. I didn't say it had to be three years.

However, when Emperor Wen of Han died, it seems that the mourning system was simplified. Maybe.

Anyway, I'm inclined to believe that this woman died before Emperor Hui ascended the throne.

Therefore, because the time has reached the twelfth year of the Han Dynasty and Liu Bang is about to die, I have to start writing Chen Hu.

Chen Hu, the character I created for her is elegant and kind, such a character is not bad, but it is not suitable for the Han Palace. The so-called lonely people are more jealous, and they are the same as those who live in a clean world. Some people in the comment area say that they don't like Chen Hu, because she is not worthy of the identity of the crown princess or the queen in the future. Personally, I agreed, but I was a little reluctant.

In the revised text, there is a version that she just slept and slept like this, slowly decayed, and finally died of "illness". However, in consideration of the plot later, it was changed to the current one.

Also, writing this, I regret it. She shouldn't be Chen Ping's daughter. Mainly because of Chen Ping's insidiousness, it is unlikely that his daughter will fall into today's situation. Consider modifying Chen Hu's life experience and replacing him with a hero with a rough brain.

Also, the title of this chapter: Stopping. It is not only Chen Hu's life that is extinguished, but also the spring heart of my daughter that sprouts.