sunset fever

Old paintings reappear in Rongsangluo Lake

Re-entering Yan Xiu's startling dream in his former residence

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Chen Yiyi was still reading some books recently, but when Chen Taoshao left the palace, no one took care of her, so she was a little presumptuous.

She has been building the pavilion for so long, and there are a lot of food and play that she is eager to eat, and she has sent someone to buy them all.Chen Yiyi plays or sleeps every day, and walks around the palace. Today, she is wearing a blouse with lavender platycodon embroidered on the skirt, and does not wear complicated accessories.

Arriving at a place in the Canghu Garden, people walking in the waterside corridor can see a clump of deep red purple-leaved plums, their sight is blocked, and there is someone talking by the waterside outside the plant.

Chen Yiyi hastily turned around and shook her head, the maid behind her immediately silenced and retreated, only the maid who kept her safe followed close by, Chen Yiyi watched from the gap in the bushes, the round fan was hitting her chest.

I saw a rockery half a person's height by the water's edge, and there were two women standing beside the mountain, one was known to Chen Yiyi, and she was the wife of Gui Rong Wang Chen Mizhen, named You Han, and the other was standing with her face sideways, like Young in appearance, light and beautiful in clothes.

Chen Yiyi was fascinated by peeping, and stopped playing the fan in his hand.

"At that time, Jinyu was favored and lived in Maple Forest. Yao told the emperor to give her a new palace, but Jinyu was killed in a short time." After You Han finished speaking, he took a sharp breath.

The young woman on the side hurriedly asked, "Why were you killed?"

You Han replied: "There are many outrageous rumors about her death. I know that she died at the hands of Emperor Yao and Emperor, but not many people really believe it. They are naturally happy to think that Jin Yu has done something wrong."

The sun was hitting the face, You Han frowned, her eyes were translucent amber, she was staring at the face of the woman beside her, she called out: "Rong Sang."

"Princess, are you familiar with Jinyu?"

Rong Sang took a handkerchief to wipe off the sweat, her cheeks flushed from the heat.

You Han said: "Except for me, no one here is familiar with her. She had a son in the palace, and a daughter before she died. The son is King Yuche, who is said to have a title, but has been suppressed all the time. There is no such person in the history books, and his whereabouts are unknown now. Unfortunately and fortunately, my daughter was sent to Fenjiang to find someone to raise, and later, there was no more contact."

Rong Sang was obviously a little surprised, she also grew up in Fenjiang.

"Where is she in Fenjiang?" Rong Sang asked.

Except for the voices of the two people here, there was silence everywhere. Chen Yiyi bowed her waist, with sweat dripping on her forehead, she played her fan silently again.

You Han said in a deep voice, looking at the broad water, "The blacksmith married the oil seller's daughter Shunmei, and Shunmei accepted the princess because she called the old mother and aunt."

Rong Sang's eyelids trembled, she gritted her teeth, clutched a thin silk handkerchief in one hand, her face went from rosy to pale, she shook her head and said, "Princess, don't lie to me with some jokes."

"I brought you into the palace today not to enjoy the scenery for leisure, but to tell you about these past events. At that time, I was with the army in Fenjiang. I heard that the prince was mixed with a country girl. At first, I didn't pay much attention to it, but later on at the celebration banquet. When I saw you, I immediately remembered Jin Yu's appearance, you and your mother look almost the same, there is not much difference."

There were two bags of tears in Rong Sang's eyes, she looked at You Han's calm and heavy eyes, she trembled, and asked: "So, the prince is actually my half-brother? I won't believe it, I must have made a mistake .”

The wind blows across the face, bringing a cool feeling. This is not the middle of summer, and the sun has not yet made people extremely irritable.

You Han raised his hand, and her maid came over, handed over the scroll as big as two palms, and then withdrew.

The scroll unfolded, and it was a painting on sprinkled golden yellow paper. In the painting, there was a head of a young woman. She didn't wear a hairpin or jade, but only a goose yellow cloak. The whole head of black hair was loose, her eyes were moist, and her lips were wet. Paint Dan.

Just a slightly plumper Rong Sang.

There is You Han's red seal on the inscription, and two lines of poems are inscribed: the expression is strong, the meaning is far and gentle and true, the texture is delicate and the bones and blood are even. ①

"I drew it for her. At that time, you were still in the womb, and you were only four months old." You Han was not excited, she had obviously digested all the facts, and she said, "I am getting more and more unable to tell the truth You and the lord, but your children must never be kept, the incense I give you has the effect of stimulating menstruation and childbirth."

You Han, pungent and beautiful since she was a child, has been incomparably beautiful. To her, King Gui Rong is a husband, but also an outsider, who can treat each other respectfully, and can also establish contact for other reasons.

Rong Sang leaned back a little, she took two steps forward, she was at a loss, and said, "You should have told me from the beginning."

"At the border of the Fenjiang River, if I really said these things, I might have been killed and thrown away by him without anyone noticing. You should know who he is. I have to think about it for myself."

You Han paused, and continued: "It's time to go back, Rong Sang, you can continue to live your life, or you can leave, I don't want to keep it from you, you have to know what happened to your mother."

Chen Yiyi prepared to dodge in order to avoid being bumped by the two people coming towards her, but just after You Han took two steps, she saw Rong Sang's slender body like a willow leaning forward, her black hair spread out on her shoulders .

Like a dull stone, she fell into the rippling water in an instant.

"Help people!" Chen Yiyi turned her head and yelled at the servant next to her, and she also went out with her skirt on, standing by the water, stomping her feet anxiously.

The waiter knew martial arts and water, so he "plopped" into the river without taking off anything, and he picked up Rong Sang.

Rong Sang floated with her eyes closed, she was weak and miserable, like a broken flower that fell into the water hastily.

Yan Xiu stood in front of the bed in the inn and straightened the burden.

His injury was about to heal, and he had discussed with Chen Bizhen, so, in order to prove his innocence, he had to go back to the camp once.

"I heard that the Dayan army is approaching the northern slope of Qishan Mountain. The barracks have changed places. Can we go back?" Chen Bizhen came in from the outside, lifted the hem of his clothes, sat down on a stool, and poured a glass of wine. water to drink.

Yan Xiu took off the bracelet on his hand and put it in the bag as well. He simply combed his hair without wearing any accessories on his body.

Yan Xiu went to Chen Bizhen's side, sat down, and said, "In this situation, I can't find where they are when I go back."

"I know you want to explain—"

"Don't think about it, don't worry about it, if you take risks again, the gains will outweigh the losses," Yan Xiu got up and went behind Chen Bizhen, and pressed his back and shoulders, with moderate strength, feeling comfortable and numb, Yan Xiu Xiu continued, "I think you look like an adult these days."

Chen Bizhen licked his wet lips, and said in a low voice, "I am an adult."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xiu exerted a strange force on his finger, so that Chen Bichen shrugged his shoulders and let out a cry of surprise.

The weather outside is fine, with many clouds and blue sky, and there are more people on the street than in previous days.

Yan Xiu chuckled, and said: "Don't be brave, don't take risks and persist, don't get caught up in things you think are suspicious, even if you suffer losses, everyone knows your intelligence, but you can't forget to think about it because of certain things. "

"You don't seem to know me very well." Chen Bizhen felt wronged, with the corners of his mouth drooping, he raised his right hand, grabbed Yan Xiu's hand on his left shoulder, touched it from the fingers up to the wrist, and held it tightly .

Ask Yan Xiu: "What kind of incense is in your sachet?"

Yan Xiu replied, "I don't wear a sachet."

Yan Xiu's appearance was the best among the beautiful ones, and he was beautiful even when he was dressed simply. Chen Bizhen turned around, stared at Yan Xiu for a while, and said, "Take a break."

The fragrance is there, probably on his body, Yan Xiu was still drinking the medicine in the morning, so his mouth was a bit bitter, he went to untie the tent, but was hugged from behind, he could only persuade in a low voice: "Be gentle."

"It's lighter." Chen Bizhen replied with a hum, and buried his mouth and nose tip into Yan Xiu's neck. His breathing fluctuated, which made Yan Xiu's breathing irregular and unsmooth.

Yan Xiu undressed himself, turned his back to Chen Bichen, and said, "We will be in Yangjing again in a few days. We will stay here for a long time. We should think more about things in the future. If Princess He finds you a young lady who knows etiquette, you want How to refuse?"

The slow and light words concealed a little coercion, Yan Xiu would not compromise, his hair covered his bare back, he came over and entered the tent.

He sat on Chen Bizhen with his legs spread apart.

Ask him: "How do you say no?"

There was a smell of fragrant sweat between the curtains, probably because of the narrow space, people spoke differently than usual. Yan Xiu's tuft of hair was hanging on his chest, and he rubbed his thumb on Chen Bizhen's mouth. He said: "You Don't let me down."

"No, no..." Chen Bijie answered him panting.

The injured body would still fall apart with soreness, the silk quilt slipped to the ground, Yan Xiu buried his face in Chen Bizhen's chest, and was silent for a while, his eyes were red, wrapping around Chen Bizhen's neck.

The two lay face to face.

There is no need to say anything, and I don't want to say anything. For some reason, it didn't take long for more than a year. It seems like a long time, separated, reunited, and almost separated again for a long time.

Yan Xiu wanted to know why Chen Bizhen successfully rescued him, but later, he didn't want to know.

Yangjing is neither extremely cold nor extremely hot. It is the most comprehensive place in this country, and it is the yearning that some people cannot touch.

Yangjing is also Yan Xiu's dream and the container of Chen Bizhen's life.

Rongsu Gate is a solemn place, Changrong Street is a prosperous place, all the way inward, you can see all kinds of magnificent buildings, and you can also see long bridge ancient buildings, people wearing light clothes, doing business, or buying household things.

Their horses walked side by side on the side of the road. After noon, they passed the Changxi River and arrived at King He's Mansion. There were already two servants waiting for them. When Yan Xiu and Chen Bizhen got off their horses, they hurriedly led the way and said, "Your Majesty." You and the princess are waiting, please come in quickly."

Rao Yanluo was still the same, she was standing by the door, when she saw Chen Bizhen, she came up to meet her, and started to choke up, she smiled and said: "Finally we've got someone, the fast horse from the government office has sent a letter, we I was so happy with the prince that I couldn't sleep."

Chen Mao also came, and several people greeted him, and he said: "Go in and rest, and let Mr. Yan see my illness again some day."

The room was cool and clean, and tea, fruit, and snacks were served. Chen Bizhen bent down to wash his face with water, and the moment he inhaled, he felt that everything was broken and passed quickly.

But Yan Xiu's presence is a great blessing.

Note: ①From Du Fu's "Beauty Walk" in Tang Dynasty

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