The sky in May is dry and cloudless, the gardenias are dying, and the fragrance is not as strong as in previous years.

Soon, it will be the Dragon Boat Festival.

In the Jiaofang Palace, Tu Yingran asked, "Niangniang, are we going to prepare for the festival?" ”

"I still don't have to." Zhang Yan thought about it, shook her head and said,

"It hasn't rained in Guanzhong for a long time, Your Majesty has been worrying about state affairs recently, this Dragon Boat Festival, let's save money. There is no need to put up lights everywhere in the palace. Well, in our hall, order Cen Niang to cook some food and gather in one place for a holiday, and that's it. ”

Tu Yu nodded and asked quietly, "What about the Qingliang Palace?" ”

"In the Qingliang Palace," Zhang Yan pouted and said, "everything is up to her." ”

Years later, I wonder if I had to start all over again, would I ever do it all over again? But no, there are things in this world that can do, and there are things that cannot. I knew what I wanted from the beginning, so what if someone got in the way and someone asked me?

If it was Grandma, she would have said cleanly, kill it.

If it was a mother, she would smile generously on her face, pretending not to see the blood in her heart. When the blood dripped down, it naturally hurt, but I never looked at it, and I forgot about it. My father has always been by my mother's side, and my mother thinks that she has lived a good life.

I can't be a grandmother or a mother. So I found that I had to be myself and hesitate on the path between them. But I always think like this, I would rather be sober and miserable than confused happiness.

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, hundreds of officials still have the blessing of resting, but the emperor is not allowed to be idle. Liu Ying was busy in the Xuanshu Hall until the sun was high, only to feel thirsty in her mouth, and reached out to get the teacup, but it was empty. He was stunned for a moment before he looked up and asked, "What about the people who serve the tea?" ”

Han Changliu bent down beside him and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, today is the Dragon Boat Festival, no matter how busy you are, you can't be busy at this time, so you can rest for half a day and have a good holiday, right?" ”

Liu Ying was stunned and sighed, "Hmm." It turns out that it's already the Dragon Boat Festival. ”

"yes." Han Changliu said with a smile. "The queen mother came to invite you once, and asked Your Majesty if you want to go to the Jiaofang Palace for the festival?"

He remembered that he was busy with state affairs these days, and he was relatively slack on the affairs of the harem. I didn't feel a little ashamed in my heart, and I was even more hot in the Xuan Room Palace, so I put down the pen in my hand and said, "It's okay." I stole half a day of leisure and had a good Dragon Boat Festival. ”

Chang'an in May. It's already very stuffy. Even though there is a canopy on the top of the royal chariot to shade me, I feel sweat evaporating from my forehead. As soon as he entered the Jiaofang Palace, he saw Zhang Yan in a cool summer dress from a distance, sitting in the hall and wrapping horns. Fresh millet is wrapped in reed leaves and tied with red silk threads, creating a delicate and cute shape.

"Uncle." I saw him come in. Her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly threw down the horn in her hand and came up. Standing on tiptoe to wipe his sweat, he asked with a smile, "Your Majesty." The sun outside looks very big, Your Majesty is hot. Then he said apologetically, "At this time." Jiaofang Hall should have taken ice cubes from the Ling Room in advance. It's just that I saw the recent drought in Guanzhong, so I didn't bear to use ice. ”

"It doesn't matter." Liu Ying waved her hand. gloomily said, "The people are still in the fields of sorrow and there is no rain, how can I use ice cubes in the palace to escape the heat?" Moreover, there are a lot of trees planted in the courtyard of the pepper room, which is cooler than the Xuan room. ”

Zhang Yan persuaded softly, "Your Majesty doesn't have to worry too much. Your Majesty has done a good job, the existence of Ao Cang has relieved the pressure in Guanzhong, and if you hold on for a while, it will always rain. Everything will be fine. ”

Everything will be fine, whether it is the country or the family.

Suddenly, I heard the dining room outside the hall, and I cheered, "The horn is ready." ”

She put the steaming horn in front of Liu Ying and Zhang Yan, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty and the queen mother eat some horn while it's hot, and then drink a sip of realgar wine." I wish the days to come a happy and smooth day. ”

Zhang Yan took one, but the freshly baked horn was very hot, she threw it from her left hand to her right hand, and finally threw it to Liu Ying, Xiao Yingying asked, "This is also Ah Yan's own hand-wrapped horn, do you want to taste one?" ”

Liu Ying looked at her smiling face and was suddenly a little moved.

He has always missed the ordinary and lively and warm life of the people, since his father appointed him as the prince of the Han Dynasty in the second year of the Han Dynasty, he thought that this kind of life was far away from himself. When he became the emperor, it became more and more unattainable. At this time, I saw it again in this lively and rumbling pepper room.

Life is always lived by people, not by people.

"Hmm." He smiled with a hidden smile, "As long as you didn't cook it yourself, I'd be happy to taste it." Waved off the servant, peeled off the reed leaves with his own hands, only to feel that the millet was fragrant, tasted a bite, it was sticky but not greasy, extremely delicious, and couldn't help asking, "How is this done?" ”

"Don't underestimate this horn. For it, the Jiaofang Palace has been busy up and down for several days. Zhang Yan glared at him, and Fang said proudly, "Soak the sticky rice in boiled fresh meat juice and dry it, add red beans, dates, and chestnuts, wrap it and then take it to cook." She looked at the golden chestnuts in Liu Ying's horn dumplings and swallowed her saliva slightly.

"As for it?" Liu Ying smiled, he didn't feel anything about chestnuts, he didn't feel unpalatable, but he didn't necessarily like them much. Seriously, it will feel too sweet.

Don't say there's still so much carborg on the plate. A big man, can't he afford his queen to eat a meal of fried chestnuts with sugar?

However, after all, the chestnuts were given to Zhang Yan with a clean bamboo chopstick.

"I've eaten so many caratos." She smiled and said, "Besides, now I just want to eat the chestnuts inside." He turned around again and vaguely instructed Tu Yu, "Pick up a small basket of horn dumplings and send them to Changle Palace." ”

"Your Majesty and the Queen Mother have been in a cold war for more than two months, so it's time to bow your head and say something soft, right?"

He nodded and sighed, "Ah Yan's words are reasonable. Why don't you send one to the Qingliang Hall and the Gaomen Hall as well? ”

Zhang Yan was stunned, and immediately pulled down her color.

"Hmm." Liu Ying knew that she had said the wrong thing, and she didn't know what to say. Zhang Yan smiled lightly, "Today's Dragon Boat Festival, each hall prepares its own horns for the festival. What I sent to my grandmother was my heart, but Wang Meiren and Ding Bazi didn't appreciate it. Why don't I ask Cen Niang to make another apricot blossom cake after a while, and then pack two baskets for them? ”

The leisurely time passed in a flash, and half an afternoon was passed in a short time. Tu Yu went out and picked up the apricot blossom cake and divided the basket on the case.

The apricot blossom cake is soft, and Cen Niang's craftsmanship in pastries has become more and more fascinating after years of immersion. Zhang Yan couldn't help but be greedy, so she took a piece, broke half of it and gave it to Liu Ying, and ate it herself. Patted the crumbs on his hands.

It's getting late, and I'm going to go to bed.

Changing into a cool Zen robe, Zhang Yan went to bed and buried her face in the soft silk.

She felt that she was very sober, obviously not in the Qingliang Palace, but she could see everything that was happening. Everything was like a pre-recorded movie, and she knew all the details of the layout. The actors are ignorant and noisy.

"Uncle," she said. called the pillow man. "Shall I sing you a song?"

"Hmm." Liu Ying was extremely tired for a while, and she was already sleepy, so she didn't care about answering, and she didn't know if she heard her clearly.

"Mother don't forget, hide my wedding dress. (Mom is optimistic about my red wedding dress)"

It's like a word coming out of your throat. Zhang Yan sang very vaguely, and in the dull summer night, listening to it in her ears, it brought a little bit of gentleness and charm.

"Without the dust to fall, my soul is gone. (Don't let me die too soon.) ）”

Did you send that basket of apricot blossom cakes to the Qingliang Palace?

"Deeper dropout, heavy eyes. (Late at night.) Your falling hair. Late at night, you close your eyes. ）”

Wang Long sprinkled the boiled safflower soup into the apricot blossom cake little by little. Careful and careful, with a mysterious and excited smile on his lips.

"Make a covenant with you, I will remember it for a long time. (It's a secret convention.) Belongs to me, belongs to you. ）

Liu Ying was drowsy, he didn't actually hear the words Zhang Yan hummed clearly, and only occasionally caught a word or two. "Mother", "wedding dress". "Covenant," "Long Notes."

This is a very gentle song, right?

"Zhu Xiutong is heavy, and her head is white. (The wedding dress is red, and the poison is white.) ）”

Wang Long picked up a few pieces of apricot blossom shortbread, or recooked a bowl of safflower soup, did he eat it?

Is the safflower starting to attack?

"Don't lose your face, go into the artemisia. (The wedding dress is red, and the poison is white.) ）”

Wang Long stroked her abdomen on the couch in the Qingliang Palace, cold sweat fell from her head, and the palace people in the Qingliang Hall rushed back and forth, hissing and calling, "Pass the imperial doctor." And she wiped away the sweat with her coat, pulled the sleeve of the personal maid, and hissed, "Go to the Jiaofang Palace and ask Your Majesty to come over, you tell him that our child is gone." He's going to have to come and see me. ”

"Mother Mo is light, which makes me anxious. (Mom is optimistic about my red wedding dress, don't let me die too soon.) ）”

Shi Fang, the eunuch of the Yellow Gate of Qingliang Palace, hurried to Jiaofang Hall through half of Weiyang Palace, but was stopped by the guard's bright sword halberd.

In the spring and March, she instructed the palace people that when Liu Ying was staying in the Jiaofang Palace, no attendants from the Qingliang Palace were allowed to enter the Jiaofang Palace.

Shi Fang was frightened and shouted loudly, "Wang Meiren's abdominal pain is unbearable, it looks very dangerous, you let me go to see Your Majesty." ”

Wei Weijun laughed and said, "Wang Meiren has been suffering from abdominal pain for two months, isn't it all good after so many days?" ”

The story of the wolf has never been a fable of ancient Greece.

"Mother is not wrong, and it makes me difficult. (Mom is optimistic about my red wedding dress, don't let me die too soon.) ）”

"Wang Meiren, this is a sign of miscarriage." In the Qingliang Palace, the old lady doctor checked the pulse and said with a serious expression.

The palace man's face turned pale and asked, "Can't you keep it?" ”

The old lady tugged at her gray beard and shook her head heavily.

"Qing Moyi's hair, blood drops on his skin. (May the woman you caress bleed without stopping.) ）”

A tear slipped down from the corner of his eye, Wang Long could feel that the little life in his womb was dying, he was sliding down little by little, and shouted hoarsely, "Your Majesty." "I gave birth to the five-month-old baby.

"Qing caresses Yiyi, bones and flesh. (May the woman you caressed rot))"

Zhang Yan sang vaguely and looked up at Liu Ying beside her.

He had fallen into a deep sleep. The eyebrows and eyes are stretched, when it is peace in a dream, right? Unbeknownst to him, somewhere not far away, the child who belonged to him had slowly disappeared into this world.

If he doesn't have a reason to be angry about that lost child. There is only one way, and that is to let the child's mother do it.

His wife set up such a game, and then the mother of his child jumped. They, together, killed him with their own hands.

"A night of wind and rain, why force each other? (One night *not not my fault)"

Or, she gave Wang Long a reason, so Wang Long used the child in her womb to achieve her best interests. Of course, Wang Long personally drank the safflower soup, but how innocent is that Yin Yin who set up the game?

You expect us to live in harmony, and in the end we can only kill each other like this.

That kid wants to kill me one day, so I'll kill him first.

"Half a cloud chaos, endure my body. (One night *not not my fault)"

She imprinted a gentle kiss on the forehead of the person next to her.

Liu Ying, gentleness is not like you.

To be gentle with all people, but to be cruel.

A woman's nature is a deficiency. You hope to be kind to each one, but in the end you will only fail to live up to it.

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Concentrate:

Today is the Dragon Boat Festival.

I wrote the last paragraph early this morning, and I felt a little eerie on my back. It is estimated that I am really depressed to fight for a monthly ticket, and I wrote such a strange chapter on the good Dragon Boat Festival.

The lyrics of "The Wedding Dress" used in this chapter were first seen in a post by Tianya that changed a popular song to an ancient poem. One of the masters in the post changed it to a five-character poem. I thought that the four dialects were popular in the early Han Dynasty, so I changed them again on the basis of referring to them. Because I have a lot of feelings about the lyrics of this song, I feel a little bit of Huo Xiaoyu's resoluteness. So I found this song on the Internet to listen to, and I was a little surprised, and I actually sang it a little sharply. Especially the repetition of the phrase "One night* was not my fault." ”

Cover your face and carry out your love for chestnuts to the end. When I eat zongzi during the Chinese New Year, I will really grab chestnuts from my parents' bowls.

In history, after the former young emperor Liu Gong knew his life experience, he once said that he would kill his adoptive mother Zhang Yan to avenge his biological mother. So Zhang Yan said, "Since he wants to kill me one day, I will kill him first." words.

In addition, yesterday there was an announcement from the female frequency. From June 1st to June 15th, the "Gold Medal Reviewer" activity will be held.

During the fifteen days of the event, a book review of more than 150 words will be published in the comments section of the works of 20 Hall of Fame authors, which will become a valid post. At the end of the day, the Hall of Fame authors will nominate two or four Gold Medal Reviewer candidates to participate in the final selection.

Ahem, a certain Jiang is fortunate to be listed as a Hall of Fame author (although I didn't know there was this event before the announcement came out).

Therefore, after June 1, readers who are willing can post more than 150 words of effective cheering posts in the book review area of "Han Yanhua". I will select the best candidates for the Gold Medal Reviewer. Win a copy of "Nüshu" and a cute doll Little Bunny (meow, why is there a prize for readers, not for me?). ）。

Finally, in the previous chapter, I was momentarily emotional.

But I still continue to ask for pink tickets. On this occasion, the penultimate day of May.