Song Yuxuan didn't hate him, he just complained and couldn't let go, even if he was lying in the empty snow that day, thinking so clearly, it was still difficult to let go completely. He said, "You are a good student, but why do you hate studying so much?" Song Yuxuan thought about it for a long time before she understood, because it was a habit. At that time, Song Yuxuan was still young, and she had to wear a big pair of glasses to school every day. It's like holding a broken lens, the palm of your hand is pierced by the lens, and you are still reluctant to throw it away.

Maybe things will get better over time. Song Yusui is a woman with ideals. Song Yuxuan's dream is to be a thoughtful, ambitious, and pursuing woman, to be a valuable person, and to be a person who can be liked by others. But the reality is always so cruel. What's the use of coming to be someone else's real concubine tonight?

When the maid left, there was no one in the house, and a rosewood inlaid enamel screen blocked the way, I was greedy for a moment of coolness, took off the silk skirt stuck to the skin, and saw the plain gauze middle shirt, indecent hands, and a fan. Outside the window is a bleak scene, but inside is fascinated by a painting. At this time, when Fang tasted the natural coolness of his heart, Song Yuqiu came and paced helplessly, admiring the pictures hanging on his body, looking forward to calming his emotions for a while.

Song Yusui stared intently at Xu Xi's "Snow Bamboo Picture", and suddenly smelled the faint fragrance of clothes, and was stopped and wrapped up from behind before Song Yusui turned around to greet him.

Song Yingche breathed a sigh of relief and held Song Yuqiu in his arms, and his strength was just enough to make Song Yuqiu get rid of it. He said, you are the shadow of Song Yuqiu. Song Yusui said that it was Song Yuqiu's hand. He said that Song Yuqiu was his eyes. Song Yuqiu said: You are Song Yuqiu's ears. He smiled. Song Yuqiu's exposed wrist was attached to his slightly cool silk clothes, but he was stabbed by the branches of the moon flowers in a trance, and his heart cleared up all of a sudden.

At this moment, he shouldn't have appeared in Lan Ruotang, Song Yuxuan stared at him sideways. Song Yuxuan's gaze fell on the painting. Song Yuxuan thought it was a portrait of a painter, but did not see its name. Song Yuxuan doesn't know who he is? I don't understand why he's here. Tonight, when he summoned Song Yuqiu and Zhenguan Hall to sleep, the partial emperor quietly appeared in the middle of the palace near dusk, Song Yuxuan was surprised, asked and ashamed, and had to take care of it implicitly.

"Song Yusui told them to stand down," Song Yingche's words couldn't help but cause Song Yusui to think, and glanced at him with stolen eyes, but his expression was soothing, not like the confusion of approaching Song Yusui that day, which also made Song Yusui a little puzzled, he glanced at Song Yusui with his residual light, and said with a chuckle: "Song Yusui looked for it in Kuaixue Building a few days ago, and only found the scroll today, so take it and show it to you." ”

Song Yuxuan was afraid that he would see through his thoughts, so he hurriedly gathered his mind and said with a smile: "Whose handwriting?" ”

He let go of Song Yuxuan and revealed the scroll and said, "This is a painter you are very familiar with!" ”

"Xu Xi, Cui Bai?" Neither name is quite right! "And what do you think?" Song Yuxuan asked. "Song Yuxuan likes to draw." He said to Song Yuxuan a little shyly. "Why? Song Yusui asked tentatively, he shook his head and denied it, and between the words, he and Song Yusui went to the painting case, he slowly unfolded the painting, Song Yusui leaned over to take a look, and almost screamed out when he saw it.

Father! Is it your painting? Is it your poem? Or your book? Do you splash ink on paper, or do you paint on paper? Do you use a paintbrush, or do you use a cloth head? It's Daddy's painting! Song Yuxuan shook her hands and almost touched the scroll, for fear of soiling it. Song Yuxuan was so excited that she was incoherent: "Song Yingche, Song Yingche, you are... What? ”

In the past, his father was famous all over the world, but because there was no one around, the name of good painting was neglected. It was only after his father's death that Song learned that he was an accomplished artist. Before his death, his father said: "Song Yusui is a talented painter, who has been painting some good things for himself all his life, and now he is very happy." What's more, my father's paintings are mostly given to friends, how can I get them in the palace.

What is even more rare is that the "Red Plum Picture" in front of me is a sketch of fine brushwork, the paper is slightly yellow, it is conceivable that this is made by my father in his early years, my father has painted most of the landscapes in recent years, and there are very few sketches of flowers and plants, but I often call Song Yuxuan and his younger brother to practice sketching of flowers and birds.

"Your painting skills should have been taught by your father, Mr. Yuexi Jushi, and there are still traces of it between the brushes.

When he was in Tianlu Pavilion, he once gave him the picture scroll he had copied to judge, and he almost forgot about it. That day, when he came to visit Song Yusui with a "Autumn Scene", Song Yusui was sitting in the study reading a book, and he suddenly stood up and handed Song Yusui a piece of drawing paper. Song Yuxuan took it and saw that it was a long scroll of ink landscapes. This surprised Song Yuqiu. I never thought that he would pay attention to it at that time, and he should have clearly understood his family history, so he deliberately took this picture.

Although thousands of miles away, there is no news, in vain to see his father's painting, can also be comforted, I am not overwhelmed, my eyes are full of water, the mouth is like a river, but still strange said: "The king makes me see this painting to attract my tears?" ”

He stared at Song Yuxuan with blazing eyes and said, "Draw the red plum in the West Garden!" Song Yusui and you have missed each other several times, admiring the plum blossoms in the West Garden, there is only one thought in my heart, holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son! ”

Thinking about it carefully, he and he have missed it several times, but in the end they can still meet, and they go round and round, and everything is impossible to bypass the fate of being chaotic.

thought that he would end the entanglement in Xiyuan with him, but in the end it became a place for him to care about Song Yuqiu. Song Yuxuan is an ugly duckling in his heart, but he regards her as a phoenix. Song Yuxuan's ugly duckling is the embodiment of beauty and ugliness in his eyes; His phoenix is the ideal and perfect image in Song Yuxuan's mind. Song Yuxuan revealed his ugliness with himself, and he has read countless beauties, does he really care?

Song Yuqiu held the end of the sandalwood painting scroll tightly, and asked in a dumb throat: "Song Yingche doesn't care about Song Yuqiu's flaws?" ”

At this moment, the outline of his side face was outlined more and more clearly by light and shadow, and the red plum blossom on his fingertips burst out of a bewitching red color, which was more like a pleasing picture, he pronounced words clearly, and said slowly: "This is not a flaw in Song Yuxuan's eyes, this is the red plum blooming on your neck!" ”

This is the ugliest thing that Song Yuxuan thinks is the ugliest, but it is the first time he has heard Hongmei compare with it. The plum blossoms swayed in the wind, like butterflies flapping their wings; The plum blossoms floated in the water, like waves rippling. Song Yuxuan's heart was deeply shaken. Song Yuxuan knew how despicable she was. Suddenly, the corner of Song Yuqiu's heart was dark and inferior, as if a green vine had been born, filled with empty years, blooming with beauty.

The sky outside the window was heavy, glowing with a faint purple light, and he guessed that the soft sedan chair should have stopped in front of the palace gate, but he had no intention of leaving.

On the side of his face, he could see Song Yingche sleeping calmly beside Song Yuqiu, and he chuckled unconsciously, and looked at him quietly for the first time, although he could only see a general outline in the dark, he still focused on portraying him and remembering him in his heart.

Thinking about it, Song Yuxuan gave up this kind of dedication, and thought to himself, why should he be like a resentful woman in the deep palace, keep those memories, the flowers are not red for ten days, there is no one in the harem who is favored forever, once he falls out of favor in the future, it is better not to remember it.

Song Yuqiu moved his body slightly, but found that his right hand and left hand were still tightly clasped together, not allowed to extend, and he might have taken Song Yuqiu's hand to sleep, and after sleeping, he still clenched it so tightly, as if he was afraid that Song Yusui would escape.

Song Yuqiu chuckled at Song Yuqiu for being too sensitive, it turned out that Jin Ling was making trouble.

Jiang Chuan and Biru both knelt outside the door and guarded the night, and when they saw Song Yusui coming out alone, they were busy inquiring about what the deeds were, Song Yusui waved his hand and said that it was nothing, but he couldn't sleep and wanted to go around.

Song Yuxuan swept around, and the palace maids and attendants woke up one by one, lowered their eyebrows and waited for the master's order, pitifully all night. Only one woman's voice was heard: "Who is this?" What's your name?" It is Song Yuxuan's daughter. She said, "What did she do out there?" Song Yuxuan asked. Only the drinking green is leaning on the partition door, and he can't stop the sleepiness and just take a nap.

Although the move violated the rules, Egawa did not speak. He said to the stars in the sky, "You are right! Song Yuxuan is such a person. "How so? That's what you mean!" The stars in the sky laughed. I want to come to Your Majesty's stay in Qianyaju tonight for Yue Li, so it doesn't hurt for me to add more.

Biru silently followed Song Yuqiu's footsteps, and when she walked into the garden, she stood smartly in the distance, leaving Song Yuqiu to stand quietly under the pear tree alone.

The beauty in the courtyard made Song Yuqiu feel that it was not a bad thing to wake up in the middle of the night, the moonlight that poured down shone on a clear body, the moonlight turned into mercury and flowed into the flowers of the courtyard, the pear blossoms were glowing with gentle brilliance, and the cherry blossoms in Lan Ruotang bloomed a little late, only three or five groups were sprinkled with high branches, fortunately, Song Yuqiu did not live up to the grand scene that seemed to be a flowing year.

Willfully take off the silk shoes, stepping on the petals with bare feet, the medicinal properties of the pear are cold, and the petals are as cool as a gurgling mountain spring, and the coolness permeates the whole body.

I once thought that I had married the man I cherished, he only had Song Yuxuan, and Song Yuxuan was only him, living a simple and ordinary life, and he could be helped to walk to the Nai He Bridge in the next life, drink that bowl of Meng Po soup together, forget the past, and really exhausted the fate of this life, what about the next life, wait for God's arrangement.

However, holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son is never an easy wish to accomplish.

In front of him, it seems that he loves Song Yuqiu very much, and even the birthmark on Song Yuqiu's body will be transformed into red plums under his pen. Song Yuxuan didn't know who he was. Song Yuxuan only knew that he was a woman, a woman who was called a "beauty". He is the king of Qi Shao. King Shao of Qi was a famous faint monarch in the history of the Song Yuqi Kingdom. Qi Shao is the husband of Song Yuxuan, and now he is the emperor of the Liang Dynasty - Xiao Guanheng; He is the emperor, not only Song Yuqiu's husband, but also Xie Chang'an, Lu Zhaorong, Mrs. Mingzhen and other celebrities, how should Song Yuqiu fight, fight for a while or for a lifetime?