"At that time, the concubine said that when Ximao extended his life, the Han Palace had an extra lonely beauty - Wang Zhaojun. Fortunately, Zhaojun is out of the plug, so as not to bury its beauty. Now there may be such a bastard painter in Xingyun Hall! When he saw the wealth and nobility, he was afraid that there would be two more Zhaojun in the lonely palace in the palace, and he was not allowed to meet the king.

A bitter smile appeared on Song Yuqiu's face, what about the other Wang Zhaojun? Isn't this a story that Song Yuxuan deliberately made up in nonsense? What exactly does "Wang Zhaojun" mean? It has a kind of relationship with "princely general Xiangning!" "What kind of relationship is there? Song Yuxuan has been dealing with "Wang Zhaojun" all her life. Mrs. Mingzhen's yin and yang are contrary to her original intentions, otherwise she would not need to drink herbs indiscriminately in the future, and she would not know that Shen Wei was sick, let alone enter the internal medicine bureau, and everything would be changed from then on.

Song Yingche frowned and showed dissatisfaction, Mrs. Mingzhen was in a hurry to prompt, her words were slightly explicit, and Mrs. Mingzhen also noticed her gaffe and quickly changed the topic.

Mrs. Mingzhen insinuated that someone almost ruined the future of the two of us, needless to say, Lu Zhaorong. Concubine Ning's death is shocking, Concubine Ning died too early and too tragically! Song Yuxuan's heart was shattered by this sudden news: Is Concubine Ning really dead? Did Concubine Ning really die here? And Song Yuxuan's surprise was not as deep as Sister Ning's, her face was pale, her eyes were staring at the flames in the furnace, and she didn't know whether the reflection in her eyes was raging fire or hatred in her heart.

After more than half an hour, the tea passed, Mrs. Mingzhen sent Song Yingche to the door and left first, Song Yuxuan and Xie Changan followed for a while, and then thanked Mrs. Mingzhen, and then left.

It's a pity that Xie Changan didn't speak along the way, and his face was gloomy and terrifying. She ignored what Song Yuxuan said, it was boring, not to mention persuading her not to think too much. Mingzhen is the third son of Zhu Zhanji of Ming Xuanzong, who lost his father since he was a child and was raised by his mother. Xie Changan has lived with his father for many years and knows a little about his character and temperament. I thought that Mrs. Mingzhen might not be true in every word, this lady is not as incompetent and tolerant as she seems on the surface, I am afraid that she is a scheming expert. Xie Changan said that she didn't care, but she was not easy to let go, Xie Changan obviously believed in Mrs. Mingzhen's words at this moment, just because she and Lu Zhaorong had too much resentment.

It's still early, and I don't want to go back to Lan Ruotang to walk around Yichun Garden alone. It's a season of spring and rejuvenation. In March, the air is filled with the breath of spring. The afternoon sun gently sprinkles on the earth, bringing warmth and hope to people. Song Yuqiu strolled through the garden. Song Yuxuan stopped under a bush of pomegranate trees, and suddenly through the thick fragrance of flowers, he captured the familiar ambergris.

Song Yingche silently walked out of the back of the flower tree, and chose a red pomegranate flower to insert between his temples, Song Yuqiu looked back at it, and said strangely: "What is Song Yingche doing here, is it deliberately to scare Song Yuqiu?" ”

There were no attendants around, only Song Yusui and him, standing quietly under the flower tree, it seemed that they could hear the sound of the whole pomegranate blossom withering, a silent and illusory scene. He smiled slightly, his eyes were gentle and firm: "You are Song Yuqiu's favorite person, what is your name Song Yuqiu?" "Song Yusui knows that he is the one in Song Yusui's heart." Why do you like Song Yuxuan? He smiled, lifted a few strands of Song Yuqiu's low-hanging hair, and said in an ethereal voice: "Don't move, just look at you!" ”

"Isn't that what you see every day?" Song Yuxuan asked softly. He raised his head slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: Oh! Song Yuqiu knows what you must be thinking. "Yes, Song Yuxuan just misses you." He said softly. Song Yuxuan's heart was touched. Song Yuxuan said with a smile, but his eyes were immersed in infinite tenderness at this moment, instead of simply smiling. In an instant, his heart moved, and he only stood quietly under the pomegranate tree with the two of them, the shadow of the tree turned into a hazy water wave, and the sound of falling leaves fluttered and sighed, and he couldn't tell whether his tenderness at this moment was really illusory.

He asked in a low voice, "Why are your eyes so swollen and watery?" ”

Song Yuxuan lowered her head, stared at the blue grass jade pendant hanging on her waist, and said softly: "It's hot and sleepy, I sleep more soundly, and my eyes are swollen." "Yes! It's so hot, why do you sleep so well? "Then why are you doing that?" "Because you want to go for a walk!" Song Yuxuan replied. Song Yusui casually found an excuse to cover herself.

His eyes lit up and he asked, "Have you slept too much?" Did the doctor come and see it? ”

Song Yusui was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses, sleepiness is a manifestation of pregnant women, and he was also guessing whether Song Yusui was pregnant. He took Song Yuqiu to the sofa in the living room. He pulled a bouquet of flowers out of his pocket. Song Yusui was stunned, not knowing what he was going to do. "Are you going to give Song Yuqiu a bouquet of pomegranate flowers?" He asked Song Yuqiu. Song Yuxuan's cheeks were slightly red, and she turned her back and picked a pomegranate flower and said, "It's too fast!" After saying that, I regretted it, why did I speak so frivolously.

After listening to it, he seemed to feel Song Yuqiu's cuteness, and the probe added a pomegranate flower to Song Yuqiu and said, "Many sons and many blessings!" Pomegranate flowers are a good sign, just plant a few in your palace! ”

"What do you grow pomegranates for?" "Who do you grow pomegranates to sell to?" "Sell to children!" Song Yuqiu asked him, and he replied, "Sell it to the child." "You're telling the truth, aren't you?" Song Yuxuan asked. "Really! Song Yuxuan muttered a few words gently, digging deep into the deep meaning of his words, and his face became even hotter, boiling like he had just drunk tea soup. Is he alluding to Song Yuxuan's child?

When talking about pomegranate flowers, she suddenly remembered Xie Changan's lonely appearance, and she was afraid that it would be difficult to sleep tonight, so she cautiously said, "I went to Yuyixuan just now." The pomegranate blossoms here in Ning Shunyi are blooming brightly, and a tree is like a fire. Didn't Song Yingche come to see it? "Of course." Xie Changan smiled and said, "You don't know, that's the favorite place of the two of Song Yuyu. Song Yuxuan couldn't help but smile dumbly after hearing this: "What does that mean?" Song Yuqiu can only say here at most, Song Yingche's preference is not to let Song Yuqiu fiddle.

Song Yingche stood there with his hands in his hands, pondering for a while and not saying for a while, but changed the topic and said: "I said last month that I would take you to Kuaixue Tower, but I have never been empty. I think about it now, but I won't take you away now! ”

The famous paintings and calligraphy collected by Kuaixue Lou throughout the ages are collected in the palace, and ordinary palace people cannot go out without His Majesty's holy message. In Song Yuqiu's memory, there is one thing that Song Yuqiu will never forget. That year, Song Yuqiu was born in the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty, her father was a very famous calligrapher, and her mother was a talented girl. In the cloud hall with me, I am naturally envious.

Moreover, the first time Song Yuqiu and His Majesty met was in Kuaixue Building, which had a different meaning from Song Yuqiu.

The saint led Song Yusui to the front of Kuaixue Building, and the adults of the rare painting academy in Xingyun Hall greeted them at the door in person, and the painters bowed down one after another to ask, followed by dozens of plain-clothed palace maids kneeling and bowing.

Song Yingche did not evade along the way, insisting on holding Song Yuqiu's hands, and in front of people, beads of sweat poured out of Song Yuqiu's palms. Suddenly, I felt that a ray of vision pierced my body, and I couldn't look back, but when I saw a lake blue straight dress, He Weizhi stood at the end of the painter. "What's wrong?" Song Yuxuan asked curiously, "Why are you doing this?" When did you start to love drawing!" Song Yuxuan just wants to see you. He Weizhi said. He raised his head and stared at Song Yuxuan with a little surprise.

He didn't give birth to Song Yingche's beautiful appearance, let alone Shen Weixi's transparent and brilliant eyes, but there were always a few wisps of sadness in his expression, as lonely as the mountain wind blowing cherry blossoms in April, and it was common sense to win countless admiration from the palace maids of Xingyuntang.

I used to be sick for several days in the pharmacy, but then something happened, and I haven't seen him for nearly 3 months. During this time, he has been busy doing his work. He is a very serious person, and when he is dealing with official business, he always finds time to chat with Song Yuqiu, and Song Yuqiu always responds to him in various ways. This is the first time I have seen him since I became a concubine, and there is no way to go in and talk in detail, so I just nodded and smiled at him, which is considered a courtesy.

Song Yingche accompanied him to read the painting of Kuaixue Lou and asked the palace maid to serve tea, and it happened that the palace maid was Chun'er. She smiled and said, "Sister, take out the painting and take a look!" "Song Yuxuan took the scroll and saw that it was a landscape painting scroll called "Autumn Mountain Asks Jun". What kind of painting is this? Chun'er asked puzzled. Song Yingche was busy and found a "Autumn Mountain Asking Picture" for Song Yuqiu. So Song Yuxuan asked Chun'er lightly: "Is my sister okay?" ”

She glanced at Song Yuqiu silently, her eyes flickered brightly and darkly, and she complained with affection, but considering that Song Yingche was there, she endured those words and asked for them back, and Song Yuqiu couldn't urge her to speak quickly, for fear of alarming Song Yingche. "Chun'er, look ......," Song Yuxuan said softly in her heart, "What kind of painting is this?" So pretty?" Chun'er looked up at Song Yunian. "This is painted by Song Yuqiu. Chun'er hesitated, Song Yingche had already sent the painting to Song Yuqiu, Chun'er had no choice but to retreat, before leaving, he did not forget to cast Song Yuqiu's melancholy gaze, Song Yuqiu believed that there would be twists and turns.

The relationship with Song Yingche is delicate, even if he is delayed by trivial matters, he still has to send someone to send the letter quietly, and he even puts the letter in the bookcase, and it is rare to be able to answer the poem and sing peace with him. Early one morning, Song Yuqiu was doing her homework in the study, when she suddenly heard a rush of footsteps. Song Yuxuan looked out of the window and saw a young man crawling out of the window and hurrying out of the door. He's about thirty years old, right? Although I didn't fall asleep and tossed and turned, if I didn't get a message from myself that day, if I regretted the mutilation of the new moon, it might have become a habit.