Zhen Guo Princess GL

Ever since I had unreasonable thoughts about Wei Huan that night, I have been having trouble sleeping and eating.I can talk to her about other things on my mind, and I hope she will help me solve my problems, but now I have nothing to say about her private matters. I want to neglect her and tell her not to follow me. I kept asking her to accompany me, but within a few days, I slapped myself in the face, making it look like I was a slut who didn't have the guts to play tricks on others, and on the other hand, I was afraid that I would do it too deliberately, and it would look like no money here; I had no choice but to cheer up and treat her like before, we are too close, she would hand me things a dozen or twenty times a day, and say a hundred and eighty words, I had that kind of thought on my own. I have to stare at her hands for a long time when I see her. If she does a haircut or a whole dress for me, it will make me blush and my heart beat--this kind of living together in one place is really tormenting.

The only good thing is that we are going to Luozhou in the near future. Although the Eastern Capital is not as good as the capital city, it still has more people and more rules. I can find some excuses and reduce my time with Wei Huan in a fair and honest manner—but all the time Thinking that such days of facing each other day and night are about to pass, but my heart aches.

As the new year approached, everything was already busy, but my father suffered from paralysis, and he was recuperating in the palace every day. Except for meeting some ministers at the side of the warm soup occasionally, all the trivial matters were left to my mother.

My mother was too busy, and originally only asked Li Rui and me to work for half a day, but now she simply asked us to stay in the main hall from morning till night.I am happy to have something to resolve, so I get up at Yinshi every day and go to the main hall, and I will never come back until the evening.

Besides us, Wan'er also brought a few palace servants selected from Neishutang to help.Wan'er was responsible for drafting edicts for her mother, handling chores, and writing seasonal and appropriate imperial poems on behalf of her mother. She was responsible for copying the poems and essays distributed to the clan and checking the list of rewards. I was still sorting out for my mother. Congratulations from all over the world.

My mother ordered an older female official to assist Li Rui from the side, and also ordered me to sit face to face with Wan'er in the side hall, so that any matters we cannot decide can be decided by the assistant, and I don't have to ask my mother everything, and I don't have to I dare not consult for fear of being bored.Both Li Rui and I can tell that my mother cares about nurturing her son. Li Rui thinks that her mother is an ordinary child-loving heart. Xiao Gongren, I think of the Emperor Zetian who abolished two princes and two emperors in the previous life. I advised him to do things well and not let his mother down. He would never come in until Sichu, and he would find excuses to slip away when he arrived at Youshi at the latest at night. He was reprimanded by his mother once before he was willing to stay later, but in the morning he came in late as usual.

In the early morning of this day, I went to the main hall again under the moonlight, but I saw dozens of eunuchs lined up outside the door, all of them carrying food boxes and baskets. Taking a closer look, I saw Wu Minzhi wearing ordinary clothes, holding a horsewhip, standing swayingly. Everyone carried the food box in. When they saw me, a smile appeared on their face, and they walked over slowly, with the horsewhip hanging on their hands, and cupped their hands , laughed and said, "Er Niang got up really early."

My hand involuntarily touched the dagger at my waist, remembering that I had brought someone with me today, so I put my hand down from the handle of the knife, pursed my lips, and walked straight past him. After entering the inner hall, the mother got up, and she was sitting in front of the dressing table for Wan'er to comb her hair.

I walked up to my mother and greeted her politely. My mother beckoned to me and told me to lean against her and look in the mirror, then smiled and said, "You are more like me." Looking at my face, He pinched my face and said, "Why do you feel unhappy when you wake up early? Who offended you."

I couldn't tell if I met Wu Minzhi, so I leaned on my mother's shoulder and said, "I didn't sleep well last night. What are A Niang and Shangguan Cairen talking about? It doesn't look like it."

The mother smiled and said: "Just now I talked about the similarities between parents and children. I think the son is like the mother, but Wan'er thinks the daughter is more like the mother. You came here. I looked in the mirror and it seemed that she was right. "

Wan'er said softly: "Your Majesty is talking about temperament, but my concubine is talking about appearance. If you talk about temperament, King Ji's temperament is lively, and he is indeed more like His Majesty. Your Majesty is right."

Mother glanced at her with a half-smile, and said, "So, do you think I have a lively temperament?"

Wan'er nodded and said: "I heard that His Majesty was proficient in polo when he was young, and he liked riding and shooting, so he is naturally lively."

Mother said: "You know how to inquire."

Wan'er lowered her head and said: "Your Majesty's reputation for being good at playing ball has been widely spread, and it has been praised by Jin Wu so far, so there is no need to inquire."

My mother shook her head with a smile, took my hand and walked to the window, but saw that the sky was still dark, but there was already a heavy white snow. drought."

I said: "Auspicious snow heralds a good year, all thanks to the blessings of your two Majesties."

The mother raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "That's a good statement." Suddenly she turned her head and said to Wan'er with a smile: "Can Wanqing write a poem about Ruixue?"

Wan'er was startled, and her mother seemed to be in high spirits, and while urging people to get the brush and ink, she smiled and said to Wan'er: "In ancient times, there was Cao Zhi's seven-step poem, even if you are not as good as Cao Zhi, you can do about twenty steps? I will give you twenty steps, and I will write a poem about the snow scene, no matter the meter or rhyme, if you finish it, you will be rewarded with ten pieces of silk;

Wan'er pursed her lips, and said: "Your Majesty has an order, how dare I refuse to obey? The ancients have seven steps, my concubine please limit it to six steps."

My mother looked at her with a smile, and said: "Looking at Wanqing's tone, it seems that she has a plan? It's up to you." She took my hand and walked to the side and sat down, counting the steps and said with a smile: "Two steps."

Wan'er raised her foot and took a step towards the window, she stood and looked out, her mother smiled and said, "Even if you stand still, you still need to count your steps - Si, take four steps to the side."

After hearing my mother's words, I got up and walked back and forth four steps. I took the last step and went back to my mother. I turned to look at Wan'er. Wan'er lowered her head, cupped her hands respectfully, and said, "I already have a concubine, but I don't have enough pen and ink. Please dictate."

The mother smiled and said, "If it really is a good poem, I will transcribe it for you myself. If it is not good, then there is no need to transcribe it."

Wan'er then said loudly: "The cold forest is completely sealed, and the treasured mansion Langgan is alone."

I took the pen and ink from the palace man, looked up at my mother, and my mother shook her head, so I took the pen and ink and stood aside for a while, and then I heard Wan'er say: "In front of the small reading window, I don't see green trees."

Mother laughed and said, "Wanqing hasn't made much progress recently."

Wan'er raised her head slightly, and said: "The jade tree is still hard to stretch, and it overwhelms a thousand bamboos."

The mother laughed, and heard Wan'er say again: "A gentleman is modest, and he is willing to bow his head." After speaking, she bent her waist even lower, and did not look up at her mother.

The smile on my mother's face gradually widened, she turned to look at me, and asked, "What do you think of this poem? Is it worth copying by my mother?"