Peach Blossom Song + Fanwai

Seeing that she was not sleeping well, the princess gently embraced her. The King of Han didn't open his eyes, but as if he was awake, he accurately wrapped his arms around the waist of the princess, buried his head in her belly, and continued to sleep peacefully.

Today she is wearing a blue and black Futou, with a layer of thick and soft fox fur sewn on the lining, which not only keeps out the cold wind, but also keeps warm.At this time she lay down, and the Fu head was also taken off, and put aside.Her jet-black hair was combed into a bun, only tied with a hair band, without a hairpin.

The princess touched the back of her exposed head, her hair was tied tightly, but it was still smooth and soft.His Highness's hair is particularly thin, and it becomes soft when it is thin, just like her, always soft and kind.

The ministers of the DPRK and China visited her so many times, but she never held any grudges.King Teng wanted to put her to death, so when he ordered Li Shou to raise troops, he used the name of the King of Han to force the court to kill the King of Han to sacrifice the flag. After the matter was found out, she was certainly angry, but after a while, she also looked away. Wang was imprisoned in the sky prison, extremely depressed. She remembered this matter in her heart and would not forgive, but she did not go to add trouble.

The King of Han called Ayao in a daze, grabbed her wrist and moved it down, and put her palm on the back of her neck. The princess's eyes were full of tenderness and nostalgia. She followed the King of Han's wishes and followed her After stroking his neck twice, the King of Han fell into a deep sleep.

When he arrived at the mansion, the King of Han was still awake.

The princess looked at the time, if she was allowed to sleep again, she would not be able to sleep at night, so she woke her up.

Sleepy-eyed, the king of Han got out of the carriage and followed behind the princess, rubbing his eyes as he walked drowsily.

After dinner, the King of Han entered the palace, snuggled up to the side of the princess, and asked casually, "Have you seen Master Faru before?"

seen.

The king of Han was surprised. Didn't the concubine live outside Beijing all the time? But she thought about it, maybe Master Faru had been out of Beijing before, and asked, "When did you meet? Was he so powerful then, was he famous all over the world?"

The concubine smiled: I met him when I was a child, he was unknown at that time, and he had escaped into Buddhism not long ago, and he had to water the peach blossom forest behind the temple every day.After the peach trees grow up, they don't need to be watered, but the little novice doesn't know, he takes care of every peach tree in the peach forest like an orchid in a flower pot.

When the princess said she was a child, it was Faru's childhood.

The king of Han thought it was the princess when she was a child. After listening to it, she thought about it roughly, and always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong for a while, so she lowered her head and struggled.

Before she could figure it out, the concubine suddenly said: Your Highness has been naughty all day, so you should study hard at night to calm your mind.

The King of Han was surprised, and immediately put aside the matter of Faru, and defended himself: I am not being naughty.

The concubine's expression sank: You're not naughty when you come back with a scent of flowers all over your body?

There are so many plum trees, full of flowers, one tree next to another.Walking among the flowers, if you accidentally rub against the branches, you must be infected with the fragrance of flowers.

This cannot be blamed on her, the King of Han was aggrieved and wanted to argue again, but when he looked up and saw that the princess looked displeased, she was weak and could only mutter in a low voice: Good or bad, but also fierce.

With such a pitiful appearance, the concubine wanted to curl her lips, but held back.

The king of Han entered school when he was young, and he also read the classics of Jinglun.She can recite many of them.But her ambition is not here, and the classics are not interesting. After opening the mansion, she never touched it again.

In the evening, the lamps were lit outside the dormitory, and the King of Han sat on the couch, with a book neatly spread out on the desk in front of him.The King of Han read a few lines before his thoughts drifted away.

Under the window not far away, the princess is making spring shirts for the King of Han.

This was the first dress that the concubine sewed for her. The king of Han was looking forward to it, wishing he could put it on immediately.She looked away from the book and secretly looked at the princess.

The princess lowered her head, holding a needle and thread in her hand, and the needle and thread passed through the fabric to sew the prototype of the clothes.

The king of Han remembered that when he was young, his mother would sit under the window, sometimes with a weak light, sometimes with the window open, and outside the window was a garden full of flowers, she was reflecting the flowers, stitching a robe stitch by stitch.

The mother is a girl in the boudoir, a needlewoman, she is naturally skilled, but she didn't expect that the princess would also be able to do it.She always felt that the concubine was gentle, but this gentleness was obviously different from the gentleness of the women in the boudoir. She had a noble bearing, calm and natural, as if she was not in harmony with the world, and she was detached from the common things.

The king of Han was fascinated by it, the concubine suddenly raised her head and looked over, the eyes of the two met, the king of Han was startled, he quickly lowered his head, as if he was studying hard.

He didn't even pretend to look like it, that page of the book hadn't been turned over all night.

The concubine smiled faintly, and did not poke it, and let her go.

The history books are boring, and not long after, the King of Han wandered away again, looking at the princess quietly.

The mother's gown was made for Junfu, and Dad didn't come to see them often at that time.The robes mother made were placed in Meng Xia from early spring, and they are still in the cabinet in the bedroom.Mother was neither surprised nor disappointed, as if she had expected this situation a long time ago.She didn't understand at that time, since she knew it was a waste of effort, why bother to work hard.

My mother said: Any caring woman will always think of one or two items made by herself on that person.He doesn't want it, but it is a relief to me.

When the king of Han thought of these words, his heart became hot and his eyes brightened.

She stood up and walked over slowly. When the princess saw her coming, she put the needle and thread on the table aside, took Han Wang's hand, and brought her to her side: Your Highness is tired?