Favorite Concubine [Rebirth in Yuanchun]

A few plum blossoms quietly bloomed in the corner of the small courtyard, spewing out a faint fragrance.

Jia Yuanchun liked it very much, and he had to watch it several times a day. In this lonely little world, how refreshing are the few plum blossoms that are full of vitality!

She walked around a few plum blossoms, and the emperor grandson looked at her and laughed.

"Your Highness, let's draw some black plums." Jia Yuanchun had already developed a thick skin in front of the emperor's grandson. Although she had also learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she couldn't see it compared to the emperor's grandson.

Brush, ink, paper and inkstone are all available, and ink plums are not difficult to draw.

The emperor's grandson waved his brush at the case, and quickly outlined the branches of the plum tree.

Jia Yuanchun tilted his head and looked at it, feeling a little regretful: "It's a pity that there is no vermilion, otherwise the red plums will be more lively."

The emperor's grandson washed the tip of his pen, smiled lightly and said, "How difficult is this?"

I saw him strode out, and came back with a few purple-red berries, the size of a pea.

Jia Yuanchun was amazed. It was grown on the vines on the courtyard wall. After the snow fell, the leaves of the vines all withered, and the small berries hanging on them also became black and purple and shrunk.

The emperor's grandson directly brushed the small berries on the plum branches on the painting, and the purple juice oozed out, dotted with dots, and soon a branch was full of red plums.

"Would you like to try it?" The emperor grandson stretched out his right hand holding the berry to Jia Yuanchun, and asked her with a smile.

Jia Yuanchun did the same thing, and had a great time, adding red plum blossoms to the remaining blank space with a crackling sound. When the excitement passed, the branch that Taisun completed by himself looked extremely elegant, and she What's more, it's a group of exuberant excitement, although it's not ugly, it loses its artistic conception.Thinking that it was His Highness the Emperor's Grandson's calligraphy that she "ruined", Jia Yuanchun couldn't help feeling a little embarrassing. She raised her face to look at the Grandson and smiled, her watery eyes were mixed with admiration and flattery, and there was a hint of love in that smile. I'm sorry.

The emperor's grandson looked down at her condescendingly, gently raised his left hand to her bright smiling face, and pointed his index finger between her eyebrows.

Jia Yuanchun was stunned for a while, then suddenly realized, he touched his forehead with the back of his hand, and it turned red!

The emperor's grandson turned around with a smirk.

What should have been a difficult time was so pleasantly spent.

However, Jia Yuanchun had something in his heart, and amidst the growing intimacy, the words of the old lady next to the concubine on the day she was imprisoned hovered in her heart like a spell.

"Ask about Taisun raising troops."

Like some kind of evil curse, always reminding her of the storm outside this small courtyard.The emperor's grandson was imprisoned in a disguised form, which was the emperor's intention; but she came from the Jia family, and her grandfather was a loyal minister of the emperor.The accident happened suddenly, and the family could no longer extract her from the chaos directly, and she needed to seek change by herself.

The advice of the old mother is the light that guides her out of the place of house arrest.

These prevent her from enjoying those pure joys peacefully and peacefully.However, how to ask the export?

She thought and thought.

In this closed and simple small courtyard, His Highness the Emperor Taisun laid out a warm straw bed for her, let her wear his cloak, and led her to experience new things; he once wrote his name on a piece of paper, "Forever "泩", explain to her that "泩" means that the water is vast and deep.The country name of this dynasty is "Qing", and it was born by water. It is not difficult to see that the emperor had high hopes for his grandson.

She tosses and turns.

The winter night was cold and quiet, and they heard each other's voices.

The emperor's grandson suddenly asked in a low voice: "Can't you sleep?"

Jia Yuanchun was slightly startled, and subconsciously denied, "No...it's just a little cold..."

The emperor's grandson didn't care about her obviously untrue answer, crossed his arms behind his head, and said with a sigh of relief: "I can't sleep alone."

Jia Yuanchun didn't make a sound.

The two of them were silent for a moment, watching the starlight leaking from the gap in the roof.

"Is there something you want to ask Gu." The emperor's grandson said lightly, like thunder on the ground.

Jia Yuanchun almost froze when he heard the words, his hands and feet seemed to be numb, maybe it was because of the cold, maybe it was because of fear, but the strange thing was that she didn't want to lie or deny it.She said cautiously: "How do you know, Your Highness?"

This reaction made the emperor's grandson laugh.

"From time to time, I looked at Gu with a tangled and distressed look, and I almost wrote the words 'Do you want to ask or not' on my face for Gu to see. How can Gu not know what you look like." The emperor's grandson There was warmth in His Highness's voice, and he seemed to sit up when he heard the sound.

Is it so obvious?Jia Yuanchun secretly recalled, glanced to the left, and under the faint starlight, he could faintly see the figure of the emperor's grandson sitting.

"Then tell me, should I ask or not?" Jia Yuanchun simply played a rogue.

His Royal Highness, the Emperor Taisun, who has always been well-bred, couldn't help but grind his teeth in the direction where the little girl was lying. Listen, he kindly clarified what he said. The pole climbed up, and there was a particularly sincere admiration inside and outside the words.

The grandson of the emperor, who had been graceful for 18 years, was a little irritable. He turned his back to Jia Yuanchun, and simply said, "Sleeping."

How could Jia Yuanchun let him sleep like this, he ignored the cold, lifted the straw quilt, wrapped himself in a cloak, moved over, knelt sideways beside the grandson of the emperor, and whispered: "Your Highness, sleep after you finish talking."

The emperor's grandson kept quiet and did not move.

Jia Yuanchun thought for a while, stretched out his hand to lightly press on his arm, shook it slightly, and begged: "Your Highness, please tell me... I have been worrying for more than a month... Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness... "The protracted tone continued to call out.

The emperor's grandson was shaken by her, unable to pretend to be asleep, sighed, sat up again, propped his forehead and said: "For 5000 years, which female history would dare to disturb the emperor's grandson's sleep like this."

Jia Yuanchun smiled embarrassedly, and obediently withdrew his hand and said, "Your Highness, my daughter is wrong. For the sake of my daughter knowing her mistake and correcting it, tell me whether you should ask."

"Gu said you shouldn't ask, so why don't you ask?" The emperor's grandson had nothing to do with her.

There are many little girls who can act like a spoiled child, but there are very few girls who can act like a spoiled child. There is no problem in switching between the two, and so far His Royal Highness has only seen such a strange thing in front of him.

"Of course!" Jia Yuanchun straightened up on his knees, almost swearing.

The grandson of the emperor was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "You only put yourself in danger if you know these things. It may benefit you for a while, but it will be dangerous in the long run. If you insist on asking, Gu can tell you."

This is not perfunctory.

Jia Yuanchun immediately said straightforwardly: "Then I won't ask any more!" She felt cold when she was worried, and she stood up shivering, but she didn't expect the emperor's grandson to hold her wrist.

Jia Yuanchun lowered his head, question marks flashed in his eyes, although it was too dark for the emperor grandson to see.

"Didn't you say it was cold just now?" The emperor's grandson lifted the straw quilt and pulled Jia Yuanchun to lie down together.

!!!

To be able to sleep with the emperor's grandson!

Under the circumstances, Jia Yuanchun didn't have the slightest thought of incompatibility between men and women, probably because the emperor grandson's tone and movements were too natural, like asking "do you want a drink of water".

The two lay side by side, Jia Yuanchun let go of the big stone in his heart, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Listening to her long and soothing breathing, the emperor's grandson felt like raising a little girl.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and another half a month has passed.

A group of soldiers suddenly broke into the small courtyard, took the two of them to the stable, demolished the wooden house on the spot, took away all the paper, ink, brush and inkstone, and left without leaving a word.From that day on, the situation took a turn for the worse. Although he was originally under house arrest, he was treated well in terms of food and drink, and there were dumb servants to take care of him every day.Now, all gone.

A few steamed buns and even rotten meals would be thrown in every few days; the stables, which are ventilated on both sides, could not keep warm in this severe winter.

Jia Yuanchun was cold and hungry every day, so he had no choice but to endure.

Occasionally she would be afraid, but she felt at ease when she thought that her grandson was there.

When the emperor tidied up the messy straw in the corner, he found seven or eight slender sweet potatoes buried inside.

As if they had found a treasure, they lit a fire with old wood from the wooden house, sat around and roasted sweet potatoes, and the aroma wafted out after a while.

Warm and full, Jia Yuanchun blew on his sore fingertips, almost crying with happiness.

After eating in a hurry, the two of them had streaks of ashes on their faces. At this moment, they looked at each other, seeing each other's embarrassment, and laughed.

It's too cold at night, Jia Yuanchun sometimes feels the cold invade her head, and she can't think clearly.

There is only one big cloak, which is now draped over the two of them.

Under the cloak, Jia Yuanchun was close to the grandson, his body was always much warmer than the cold air around him; when it was too cold to sleep, she would pester the grandson to tell stories and listen to him tell about the places he had been.

The young grandson has already been to many places, covering most of the country.Jia Yuanchun listened to him talk about the majestic mountains, rivers and seas, the beautiful small towns in the south of the Yangtze River, the desert scenery with the sunset on the long river... When he was fascinated by it, he could forget the coldness on his body; Jia Yuanchun was terrified when he heard that, he plugged his ears and buried his head in his arms, making him laugh out loud.

Just when Jia Yuanchun thought that such days would last forever, the gate of the courtyard opened.

Every morning, two people who looked like jailers took the emperor's grandson out, and only released him after dark.

On a snowy day, thick snow accumulated in the yard.

The jailer wore kneeless cowhide boots, while the empress dowager only had a pair of cloth shoes. Although these cloth shoes were bright yellow and embroidered with dragon patterns, they were just a pair of cloth shoes.

Every time he came back, the emperor's grandson's legs were wet from the knee down.

Jia Yuanchun built a fire, baked his shoes and socks, reached out and touched his calf, which was colder than snow; he rubbed his hands vigorously and quickly, and it took a while for the blood to return.

The emperor's grandson gathered the cloak for her, and gently stroked her bowed head, like some kind of silent comfort.

He didn't say anything, and she didn't ask anything.

That night, the grandson of the emperor told her "Story in the Pillow". How can I know that the life in my eyes is not someone else's dream.

Jia Yuanchun felt sad when he heard it, and he was in a daze for a while and said in a low voice: "Although this man is awake, he still remembers everything in his dream clearly."

The author has something to say: What should I do... I fell in love with writing extra stories, and I can't stop! (shout face)